Chapter 4248
Bang!
Bang!!
In the nothingness chaos of the sixth layer, Feihong and jianwushuang turned into two startling swords, one silver and one black, galloping vertically and horizontally, and constantly colliding with each other.
The silver winged sword in Feihong's hand and the Wu Qi sword in his unparalleled hand fought thousands of times in a short moment. The magnificent divine power exploded in the void.
"Open the sky!"
"Chop the stars!!"
With a wipe of the sword's unparalleled right hand, the Wu Qi divine sword in his hand trembled instantly for thousands of times. In the two movements of opening the sky and cutting the star, he used it from the Wu Qi divine sword one after another and blew it up towards the Feihong divine general!
"Divine power!"
"Divine anger!!"
Feihong divine sword was also cold, and the face covered by silver armor, only the eyes that showed, the divine light suddenly soared three inches!
Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared. The silver wing divine sword in his hand was instantly covered with thick blood. A wave of the power of destroying the sky and the earth came out of the divine sword in his hand, with a shocking momentum,
"Cut!"
Immediately, Feihong God jumped up high, turned the silver winged sword into a monstrous blood dragon in his hand, and cut it down towards the sword!
Bang bang!
Both of them retreated at the same time, and the divine body shook.
Jian Wushuang looked down at his right hand, and the tiger's mouth was numb.
The next moment, he raised his head to look at the flying general, and a dignified meaning flashed in his eyes.
This is the only person who did not lose to him in kendo after he came to the depths of the universe.
"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with God. If you were in my time, you would be no weaker than my true God of kendo." Feihong said indifferently, with a solemn appearance.
"Noisy."
The sword was expressionless, and then took a deep breath.
"Natural magic, life shock!!"
Boom ~!
A deterrent force from the deepest part of the soul came to the audience. Under this force, it seemed that time was in a swamp, and everything had to surrender to it, kneeling in front of the sword and bowing down.
"This???"
Feihong God's face changed instantly. As soon as he wanted to attack, he felt as if there were millions of mountains pressing on him. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't help kneeling towards jianwushuang.
"How dare you make God submit?" He spit out these words with difficulty.
The sword matchless didn't answer, but his eyes flashed, and he immediately killed the Feihong God.
Whew!
There was no obstacle. Wu Qi's divine sword in Jian Wushuang's hand directly inserted into the chest position of Feihong God general, and then, the sharp sword intention broke out.
"Mortal, feel my killing sword."
The God General Fei Hong took a deep look at the sword, and then the God collapsed and was strangled into powder by the sharp sword.
A trace of black line rose up at the place where the Feihong sword disappeared, and then shot towards the sword's matchless eyebrows.
Jian Wushuang didn't resist. He sat down cross legged and slowly closed his eyes.
A magnificent voice sounded in jianwushuang's mind.
I, Feihong God general, the sword in my hand is only for killing!
Boom!!!
In an instant, a large group of Feihong gods will feel on Kendo, mixed with his memory, and suddenly instilled it into jianwushuang's mind.
The world in front of jianwushuang suddenly began to change.
It's like going through space and time, and coming to 500 chaotic periods, jianwushuang saw a handsome boy, only seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword, constantly flying under a hillside.
This is the God General of Feihong in his childhood.
"Memory inheritance?"
Jian Wushuang muttered to himself, and then slowly closed his eyes, immersed in the memory of Feihong
The sun was burning in the sky, and the boy was sweating like rain. His white shirt had been completely soaked by sweat.
But he didn't give up. His eyes were full of determination. He bit his teeth and kept waving his wooden sword.
Again and again, the sword shadow overlapped and intertwined, accompanied by the boy's heavy breathing, accompanied by the cicadas in summer, whistling in the mountains.
"I, Feihong, must become the most powerful swordsman in the world!"
The sun gradually set, and under the hillside with the afterglow of the sunset, came the young man's childish ambitions.
"Xiaofei, it's time to come back for dinner. Your father specially bought a big herring from the town."
At the foot of the hillside, the smoke curled up. A peasant woman carrying a hoe wiped the sweat on her forehead and shouted.
"Mom, I'm coming!"
Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, took the big black cow on one side, and hurried down the hill.
Feihong this year, eight years old
Time turns.
This year, Feihong was 19 years old.
This year was the only time in the nearby town for the sect of Qingshan sword sect to accept disciples.
Feihong refused his parents' hope to let him go to Beijing to attend the exam. He found blacksmith Wang at the head of the village to fight a rough and ugly iron sword, and secretly ran out of the village and came to the gate of the green mountain sword sect.
He mixed with a group of teenagers who also came to learn martial arts, and his mind was a little uneasy.
According to the legend, the people who live in the Castle Peak sword sect are all legendary immortals, who can ride the wind thousands of miles with their swords and are powerful.
And he, just a farmer's cowherd boy, practiced a few sword moves in a muddle headed way, which is really not on the table.
In the long wait, it's finally Feihong's turn to assess!
He summoned up his courage and slowly walked up in the serious eyes of the old man in charge of the examination.
"The soul of the sword awakens! The body of the spirit of the sword!"
However, when the assessment results came out, the whole Castle Peak sword sect was shocked!
Feihong, from a farm cow herder, has become the most dazzling new star in the whole Castle Peak sword sect! No one!
He joined the Castle Peak sword sect. Under the seat of the most powerful elder, countless resources leaned towards him
Time is long, time is merciless.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter keep wandering.
Ten years have passed since I flipped my fingers.
At the beginning, the young and nervous cowherd boy has become the eldest martial brother of Qingshan sword sect and the most dazzling star of the whole Qingshan sword sect!
At the moment, Feihong, 29, is energetic, confident, calm and handsome. I don't know how many handsome junior sisters of Qingshan sword sect are fascinated by him.
Just when he was immersed in the years when his school was harmonious, peaceful and peaceful.
Change, sudden!
When he went out to perform the mission of the sect, he provoked the little sect leader of the purgatory sword sect, the strongest sect in this region, and was angry at his killing!
All of a sudden, disaster is coming!
In his castle peak sword sect, all the members of the clan were slaughtered. Once those kind and gentle elders and lively and playful younger martial sisters and brothers died miserably in front of him.
He watched the scene happen, but there was no resistance.
For the first time, he realized that he was so weak and that he was just a trivial mole ant in this world.
Finally, with the full strength of the leader of Qingshan sword sect, Feihong escaped from Shengtian and was sent out of Qingshan sword sect.
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Bang!!
In the nothingness chaos of the sixth layer, Feihong and jianwushuang turned into two startling swords, one silver and one black, galloping vertically and horizontally, and constantly colliding with each other.
The silver winged sword in Feihong's hand and the Wu Qi sword in his unparalleled hand fought thousands of times in a short moment. The magnificent divine power exploded in the void.
"Open the sky!"
"Chop the stars!!"
With a wipe of the sword's unparalleled right hand, the Wu Qi divine sword in his hand trembled instantly for thousands of times. In the two movements of opening the sky and cutting the star, he used it from the Wu Qi divine sword one after another and blew it up towards the Feihong divine general!
"Divine power!"
"Divine anger!!"
Feihong divine sword was also cold, and the face covered by silver armor, only the eyes that showed, the divine light suddenly soared three inches!
Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared. The silver wing divine sword in his hand was instantly covered with thick blood. A wave of the power of destroying the sky and the earth came out of the divine sword in his hand, with a shocking momentum,
"Cut!"
Immediately, Feihong God jumped up high, turned the silver winged sword into a monstrous blood dragon in his hand, and cut it down towards the sword!
Bang bang!
Both of them retreated at the same time, and the divine body shook.
Jian Wushuang looked down at his right hand, and the tiger's mouth was numb.
The next moment, he raised his head to look at the flying general, and a dignified meaning flashed in his eyes.
This is the only person who did not lose to him in kendo after he came to the depths of the universe.
"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with God. If you were in my time, you would be no weaker than my true God of kendo." Feihong said indifferently, with a solemn appearance.
"Noisy."
The sword was expressionless, and then took a deep breath.
"Natural magic, life shock!!"
Boom ~!
A deterrent force from the deepest part of the soul came to the audience. Under this force, it seemed that time was in a swamp, and everything had to surrender to it, kneeling in front of the sword and bowing down.
"This???"
Feihong God's face changed instantly. As soon as he wanted to attack, he felt as if there were millions of mountains pressing on him. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't help kneeling towards jianwushuang.
"How dare you make God submit?" He spit out these words with difficulty.
The sword matchless didn't answer, but his eyes flashed, and he immediately killed the Feihong God.
Whew!
There was no obstacle. Wu Qi's divine sword in Jian Wushuang's hand directly inserted into the chest position of Feihong God general, and then, the sharp sword intention broke out.
"Mortal, feel my killing sword."
The God General Fei Hong took a deep look at the sword, and then the God collapsed and was strangled into powder by the sharp sword.
A trace of black line rose up at the place where the Feihong sword disappeared, and then shot towards the sword's matchless eyebrows.
Jian Wushuang didn't resist. He sat down cross legged and slowly closed his eyes.
A magnificent voice sounded in jianwushuang's mind.
I, Feihong God general, the sword in my hand is only for killing!
Boom!!!
In an instant, a large group of Feihong gods will feel on Kendo, mixed with his memory, and suddenly instilled it into jianwushuang's mind.
The world in front of jianwushuang suddenly began to change.
It's like going through space and time, and coming to 500 chaotic periods, jianwushuang saw a handsome boy, only seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword, constantly flying under a hillside.
This is the God General of Feihong in his childhood.
"Memory inheritance?"
Jian Wushuang muttered to himself, and then slowly closed his eyes, immersed in the memory of Feihong
The sun was burning in the sky, and the boy was sweating like rain. His white shirt had been completely soaked by sweat.
But he didn't give up. His eyes were full of determination. He bit his teeth and kept waving his wooden sword.
Again and again, the sword shadow overlapped and intertwined, accompanied by the boy's heavy breathing, accompanied by the cicadas in summer, whistling in the mountains.
"I, Feihong, must become the most powerful swordsman in the world!"
The sun gradually set, and under the hillside with the afterglow of the sunset, came the young man's childish ambitions.
"Xiaofei, it's time to come back for dinner. Your father specially bought a big herring from the town."
At the foot of the hillside, the smoke curled up. A peasant woman carrying a hoe wiped the sweat on her forehead and shouted.
"Mom, I'm coming!"
Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, took the big black cow on one side, and hurried down the hill.
Feihong this year, eight years old
Time turns.
This year, Feihong was 19 years old.
This year was the only time in the nearby town for the sect of Qingshan sword sect to accept disciples.
Feihong refused his parents' hope to let him go to Beijing to attend the exam. He found blacksmith Wang at the head of the village to fight a rough and ugly iron sword, and secretly ran out of the village and came to the gate of the green mountain sword sect.
He mixed with a group of teenagers who also came to learn martial arts, and his mind was a little uneasy.
According to the legend, the people who live in the Castle Peak sword sect are all legendary immortals, who can ride the wind thousands of miles with their swords and are powerful.
And he, just a farmer's cowherd boy, practiced a few sword moves in a muddle headed way, which is really not on the table.
In the long wait, it's finally Feihong's turn to assess!
He summoned up his courage and slowly walked up in the serious eyes of the old man in charge of the examination.
"The soul of the sword awakens! The body of the spirit of the sword!"
However, when the assessment results came out, the whole Castle Peak sword sect was shocked!
Feihong, from a farm cow herder, has become the most dazzling new star in the whole Castle Peak sword sect! No one!
He joined the Castle Peak sword sect. Under the seat of the most powerful elder, countless resources leaned towards him
Time is long, time is merciless.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter keep wandering.
Ten years have passed since I flipped my fingers.
At the beginning, the young and nervous cowherd boy has become the eldest martial brother of Qingshan sword sect and the most dazzling star of the whole Qingshan sword sect!
At the moment, Feihong, 29, is energetic, confident, calm and handsome. I don't know how many handsome junior sisters of Qingshan sword sect are fascinated by him.
Just when he was immersed in the years when his school was harmonious, peaceful and peaceful.
Change, sudden!
When he went out to perform the mission of the sect, he provoked the little sect leader of the purgatory sword sect, the strongest sect in this region, and was angry at his killing!
All of a sudden, disaster is coming!
In his castle peak sword sect, all the members of the clan were slaughtered. Once those kind and gentle elders and lively and playful younger martial sisters and brothers died miserably in front of him.
He watched the scene happen, but there was no resistance.
For the first time, he realized that he was so weak and that he was just a trivial mole ant in this world.
Finally, with the full strength of the leader of Qingshan sword sect, Feihong escaped from Shengtian and was sent out of Qingshan sword sect.
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