Chapter 283 Wan Lai Silence

A dozen miles to the north of the Changhong Sect, at an altitude of hundreds of meters, there are two figures confronting each other in the distance.

High altitude belongs to flying birds, and it also belongs to the strong ones above the Aperture Realm. The wind howled, but when it came to Tong Zhongqiu and Jian Jinsheng, it suddenly returned to calm.

"The Changhong faction has been working for so many years, not to mention credit, but also hard work. Doesn't it make people feel a little bit chilled to kill all of them like this?" Jian Jinsheng looked at the old Tong Zhongqiu and said.

Jian Jinsheng's voice is not loud, the two of them are hundreds of meters apart, they should not be able to hear anything clearly, but Tong Zhongqiu can hear everything clearly.

The vitality of heaven and earth, the gate of all wonders, is ever-changing, mysterious and mysterious!

"A traitor should end up a traitor. This kind of thing is the same everywhere." Tong Zhongqiu said flatly.

"Really? Those who betrayed the Shenyan sect back then are living well now, why don't they die?" Jian Jinsheng suddenly sneered, his expression full of sarcasm.

"Who betrayed whom, you and I have no way of commenting!" Tong Zhongqiu shook his head.

Everyone knows that for so many years, the Shenyan Sect and the Xianyun Sword Sect have been fighting. But many people don't know that the two sects used to be like a family back then.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are two branches of a sect. But unfortunately, everything has dissipated like smoke, and there is no way to look back.

"Okay, let's not talk about what happened back then. You don't want me to take away a few people from the Changhong faction, so I have to learn your brilliant tricks again today. I hope you, this old bone, can still stand it!"

Jian Jinsheng looked up to the sky and smiled. The distance of hundreds of meters was like a decoration. Jian Jinsheng stepped over and came to Tong Zhongqiu, stabbing out the long sword in his hand.

With a sword out, there is nothing else in Tong Zhongqiu's field of vision, the whole world is a sword blade.

This sword penetrates heaven and earth, as if everything in the world is irresistible.

"Boom!"

The exploding light cluster exploded high in the sky, and the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth was suddenly touched and boiled. A huge ripple swept out from the collision point towards the four directions.

Outside the Changhong faction, many people looked up to the north. Even though they didn't hear the sound, they still caught the fluctuations coming from there.

Obviously, the two strong men in the Heqiao state fought again.

Jian Jinsheng had to fight, because the catastrophe of the Changhong faction was caused by the Shenyan faction. If the Shenyan faction hadn't lured the Changhong faction, the Changhong faction would not have invested in the Shenyan faction, let alone backstab the Xianyunjian faction.

Nowadays, many sects are besieging and killing the Changhong Sect, but the Shenyan Sect is unable to rescue them. At this time, if there is no sign at all, then no one will dare to join the Shenyan faction in the future.

Because no matter whether it can be done or not, Jian Jinsheng has to make a move.

Ding Luzhong of the Changhong faction also felt the fluctuations in the distance, his eyes were full of desolation, the Shenyan faction could not save the Changhong faction, and the Changhong faction could not save itself.

At this moment, all the early and middle stages of Aperture Realm in Changhong School have been besieged to death, including him, and only two late stage Aperture Realm are still struggling.

In the battle at the later stage of Aperture Realm, the general early stage of Aperture Realm couldn't get in, so they all disappeared at this moment, and went to the Changhong faction to search for resources.

Only in the middle stage of Aperture Realm, the real opponents are those who are also strong in the late stage of Aperture Realm. But the Changhong Sect only has two people, and the other sects combined, there are eight people in the late stage of Aperture Realm.

"what!"

Ding Lvzhong roared to the sky, and began to fight recklessly, just hoping to drag one away. But it's a pity that everyone understood Ding Luzhong's thoughts and didn't give Ding Luzhong a chance at all.

At every moment, there must be two Aperture Realm late stages blocking his attack at the same time, while others wait for an opportunity to attack.

They are at the same level of cultivation, but they are besieged like this, and even if they want to die together, they will not make any achievements.

A quarter of an hour later, Ding Luzhong was beheaded on the spot, and another Changhong faction strongman in the late stage of Aperture Realm followed in Ding Luzhong's footsteps.

Qu Qingsheng stood aside, his eyes silent. Winners and losers, there is no right or wrong, only positions. In this world, the biggest truth is the fist, and whoever has the biggest fist is right.

That's all!

In the Changhong Sect, there were rows of houses where inner disciples lived, and the door of one of the rooms suddenly opened, and Chen Fei walked out from it.

Chen Fei glanced at a corner behind, his figure flickered, and disappeared in place.

In the cellar of the house, a female disciple covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound. The whole body was shaking constantly, she didn't know if it was safe for her to hide here, but she had nowhere to go.

Chen Fei's figure turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the Changhong School's scripture storage pavilion. There was a short delay just now, and most of the places where resources are hidden are probably already overcrowded.

Chen Fei will go again, if he wants to get something more, it will be a bit difficult, so it is better to go to the Sutra Pavilion.

The people besieging Changhong Sect now are all from various sects. Each sect has its own inheritance, and the inheritance of Changhong Sect is of little significance to many people.

It's not that the inheritance of exercises is not important, but that for practitioners, of course, it is better to practice the systematic exercises of one's own sect. At the very least, if you really encounter any difficulties in the exercises, there is still a place to ask for advice.

You learn other exercises rashly. If you have any difficulties, you have to solve them yourself, and you don't know whether these exercises are complete or not, or have been deleted.

It is only meaningful for Zongmen to increase the diversity of their own exercises.

After a while, Chen Fei came to an attic. Compared with the other places he met on the road, it was really much quieter here.

It's not that there is no one there. Even if Chen Fei has not stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, he still feels a few auras in it. However, unlike other places scrambling for resources, people here are reading quickly to find the exercises they need.

Chen Fei walked into it and found that there was nothing to do in the outer bookshelf area. After all, what was placed there was only a brief introduction of exercises.

As for the place where the secret scripts in the inner layer were actually stored, most of them had been destroyed, and there were even traces of fire. Fortunately, there are still many exercise scriptures that were not destroyed in time, but were preserved.

Many cheat books already have the function of fire prevention, but they saved these skills.

Chen Fei skipped all the weapon cheats and came to the area of mind and spirit skills.

In the realm of refining the gods, the **** is the most important thing. If the **** is strong enough, the speed of accumulating acupoints will continue to increase. Chen Fei never felt that the improvement of his mental power was enough.

But at this moment in this area, there is already one person who is speed reading. Sensing Chen Fei's arrival, the man paused his hand involuntarily, and turned his head to look at Chen Fei.

"I arrived here first, and no one is welcome here until I leave!" Nie Zhiyang looked at Chen Fei indifferently and said.

"The secret books of exercises can be copied, just take a copy each time." Chen Fei said in a deep voice.

Cheat books are different from spiritual material resources, as long as you copy one copy, everyone can read it, and there is no need to fight to the death.

"Did I not speak clearly enough!"

Nie Zhiyang got up and stood up, pressing towards Chen Fei with majestic momentum, and said: "This is not the Yuanchen Sword Sect, no one will let you, I don't want to say it a second time!"

"It seems that there is no discussion!" Chen Fei laughed softly, everyone knew him, but everyone looked down on him. After all, he has just broken through the Aperture Realm for less than a year, and his strength is indeed the weakest in the Aperture Realm.

"For your master's sake, don't force me to take action, get out!" Seeing Chen Fei's expression, Nie Zhiyang narrowed his eyes, already very impatient.

"Then you, let's make a move!" Chen Fei looked up at Nie Zhiyang, raised his hand, hooked his fingers and said.

"Presumptuous!"

Nie Zhiyang's eyes widened, he didn't expect Chen Fei to be so courageous. It has been nearly twenty years since Nie Zhiyang broke through to the Aperture Realm, and it has been a long time since no one dared to provoke him like this.

Chen Fei, a person who broke through the Aperture Realm not long ago, has only stabilized his realm not long ago, and he really doesn't know how to live or die. He really thinks that this is still the Yuanchen Sword Sect, so he can't hit you hard!

"Zheng!"

A dazzling sword light burst out from Nie Zhiyang's hand, and a fierce aura filled all directions, then tightened suddenly, completely covering Chen Fei's body.

Sword Heart Art!

Gather all the power and condense it on the enemy without wasting any power. Cultivated to the highest level, with one sword strike, there is silence.

One of the top inheritances of Beidou Tower, Nie Zhiyang has practiced for more than ten years, and has won the three tastes.

Nie Zhiyang will not kill Chen Fei, but Nie Zhiyang wants to leave a deep lesson for Chen Fei, let him understand that when his strength is insufficient, he should be a man with his tail between his legs, instead of making enemies at will.

"roll!"

Looking at Nie Zhiyang's attack, Chen Fei snorted coldly, Qianyuan sword jumped into his hand, the dragon elephant roared endlessly, and the next moment, Qianyuan sword had already slashed on Nie Zhiyang's long sword.

Facing the martial artist who is also in the early stage of the Aperture Realm, Chen Fei has already ignored the opponent's moves, and he only suppresses them with all his strength.

"Boom!"

Nie Zhiyang returned as fast as he came. Nie Zhiyang couldn't control his body at all, and he retreated involuntarily.

After dozens of steps in a row, Nie Zhiyang stepped on the ground out of the deep hole step by step, until he retreated to the corner of the Sutra Pavilion, Nie Zhiyang reluctantly stopped.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth, and Nie Zhiyang swallowed it back abruptly.

Nie Zhiyang raised his head and glanced at Chen Fei, with horror in his eyes, he didn't dare to say any harsh words, his body flickered, and he disappeared directly into the scripture storage pavilion, but he didn't even dare to stay here, and he didn't have the face to treat him up.

How arrogant what you said just now is how embarrassing it is now.

Besides, Nie Zhiyang was also afraid that Chen Fei would not like him, so if he made a few more strikes, the ending might not be as simple as a minor injury.

Nie Zhiyang ran hundreds of meters before stopping his figure, his face turning blue and then pale, and he couldn't figure out what was going on with Chen Fei's huge strength, the Yuanchen Sword Sect didn't have such a skill at all.

(end of this chapter)