"You guys also go down and kill those Nascent Soul stage ones," at this time, the remaining out-of-body stage person said with a cold face to the Nascent Soul Stage people around him, one of them was Bu Jian .
"Haha, Brother Wan, don't worry, let's see we kill them immediately," Bu Jian patted his chest expressively, and then, a flying sword appeared in front of his eyes, like a bright silver spring.
"This is... Wen Chen's flying sword," Chen Feng frowned suddenly as he looked at the radiant flying sword in Bu Jian's hand.
How could Wen Chen's flying sword be in Bu Jian's hand
Chen Feng clearly remembered that in order to save Bai Muxue, Wen Chen's flying sword had been cut off by Kurai Feng with the spiritual weapon Blue Wind Dagger. Later, in order to allow Wen Chen to obtain a place in the Yunlong Mountain Competition, the Light Sword Sect The head of the family specially gave Wen Chen a flying sword, a high-grade treasure.
On the way to Cangzhou City, Chen Feng had become familiar with Wen Chen, so he naturally recognized that this flying sword was Wen Chen's.
"Is it possible that something unexpected happened to Wen Chen and the others?" Chen Feng suddenly felt uneasy in his heart. His eyes locked on the step sword, and he moved his feet and shot towards the step sword.
At this moment, Bu Jian was fighting with the youngest Nascent Soul mid-stage. The flying swords were flying around, the sword energy was sharp, and the moves were exquisite. After a few moves, he defeated the Nascent Soul mid-stage and was about to retreat. Lost his life.
"Go to hell," Bu Jian shouted arrogantly, and stabbed Wen Chen fiercely with the flying sword in his hand.
This move "Chang Hong Penetrating the Sun" is a major killing move in his Xianyun Sect's swordsmanship and is extremely powerful.
Bu Jian was confident that his opponent would be nailed to the surrounding ancient trees by his flying sword, and then he would be appreciated by the young man in mid-air who was in the out-of-body stage and become his confidant.
However, the next moment, Bu Jian's face stiffened.
The sword that he was sure to win could no longer penetrate. No matter how hard he applied, the flying sword still seemed to be fixed in this space, motionless.
Looking along the flying sword, I saw two fingers clamped on the tip of the flying sword.
Two slender and resolute fingers gently held the tip of the sword, seemingly powerless, but in fact it had the power of a mountain.
"This... Chen Feng, why is it you?" Bu Jian looked at the man in front of him, his face full of horror.
"Brother Wan, save me,"
The next moment, his right hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword suddenly let go, and flew towards the out-of-body powerhouse in mid-air without looking back.
In the Nascent Soul stage, one can already fly in the air, and the speed is not much higher than that of flying a sword.
However, before his feet could leave the ground, Chen Feng's big hands had already arrived first and grabbed Bu Jian's neck, as casually as he was carrying a frightened chicken.
"Tell me, why is Wen Chen's flying sword here with you?" Chen Feng raised Bu Jian in front of him and asked coldly. The voice sounded like it came from the Nine Nether Hell, making Bu Jian's heart tremble. .
"I..." Bu Jian's face was full of fear, but he hesitated to speak, as if he was worried about something.
"Don't say yes," Chen Feng showed a devilish smile on his face. Without any hesitation, he held the tip of Feijian and slowly approached Bu Jian's throat with the tip of the sword, as if the next moment, Bu Jian's neck will be cut.
Bu Jian's pupils widened, looking at Chen Feng's cold face, his heart filled with panic.
He knew that Chen Feng was definitely not trying to scare him. This sword would definitely be struck down without hesitation.
Bu Jian wanted to struggle, but he found that he was in Chen Feng's hands, as if he was pinched in mud, extremely fragile.
Under the huge fear, Bu Jian's psychological defense collapsed instantly.
"No, I said, I said," Bu Jian shouted with his eyes closed, like a bullfrog about to be dissected.
"Not long after we teleported here, they captured us. Wen Chen has been crippled by them. I don't know if he is still alive at this moment," Bu Jian shouted anxiously, fearing that if he was a step too late, Chen Feng's poisonous hand would be ruined.
"What about you? Why are you still alive and well?" Chen Feng looked at Bu Jian with a sneer, the murderous intent in his eyes was naked.
"I..." Bu Jian opened his mouth, but did not speak.
"Hahaha, he didn't die because he took refuge with us. He was as loyal as a dog and could even kill his own companions." Just when Bu Jian couldn't say anything, the out-of-body stage who didn't participate in the battle laughed arrogantly in mid-air. stand up.
"Really?" Chen Feng looked at Bu Jian without any emotion in his tone.
Bu Jian opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but when he saw Chen Feng's cold eyes, he was speechless.
"I understand," Chen Feng suddenly laughed: "Betray your comrades and you'll be damned."
The bloody light suddenly appeared, Bu Jian's head flew up, and from the fracture on his neck, a stream of blood shot up three meters high like a fountain.
The next moment, a Nascent Soul flew out from Bu Jian's body. It was Bu Jian's Nascent Soul.
"Brother Wan, save me," Nascent Soul flew miserably towards the out-of-body stage in mid-air, with pleading eyes.
However, Brother Wan watched the Nascent Soul flying in with cold eyes, looking indifferent.
He never considered Bu Jian one of his own, he was just in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, if he died, he would die, it was no big deal.
Seeing Brother Wan's attitude, Bu Jian finally despaired. He laughed maniacally: "Hahaha, I never thought that Bu Jian would end up like this. Wan Cangyun and Chen Feng, if you don't let me have an easy time, I will let you. You feel uncomfortable,”
As he spoke, Bu Jian's Nascent Soul suddenly began to expand. Within the ever-expanding Nascent Soul, a force that would destroy the world and destroy the world was brewing.
"Self-destruction," Chen Feng frowned, never expecting that Bu Jian, who was greedy for life and fearful of death, would choose this step.
The power of the Nascent Soul's self-destruction is much stronger than that of the Infant Explosion Pill. If he were really allowed to self-destruct, there would be several monks present who were in the out-of-body stage, and everyone would be buried with him.
"Hahaha, you want to blow yourself up in front of me," Wan Cangyun smiled solemnly, and a flute suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Woo,,"
The next moment, a low flute sound resounded throughout the audience. For a moment, everyone present, whether they were in the out-of-body stage or the Nascent Soul stage, felt their heads blurred, their true energy was not flowing smoothly, and their movements became sluggish.
Chen Feng frowned: "The soul-stirring demonic sound,"
The powerful mental power instantly formed a barrier in front of Chen Feng, preventing the sound of the flute from affecting him.
As the flute sounded, the Bu Jian's Nascent Soul, which was originally inflating, quickly flattened like a deflated rubber ball, and the divine light in the Nascent Soul's eyes gradually dimmed.
The sound of the flute annihilated Bu Jian's remaining soul attached to Nascent Soul so quickly.
"Damn it, Wan Cangyun, if you don't stop, I'm going to feel so uncomfortable," the fat man blushed and cursed in a cold voice.
However, Wan Cangyun ignored it and kept playing the flute. A flying sword appeared in front of him. It was a low-grade spiritual weapon.
Wan Cangyun was doing two things, playing the flute on one side and controlling the flying sword on the other, shooting at Xinghai who was struggling with Fatty.
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