The morning light dews slightly, and the dense forest is as silent as cicadas.
A long while.
Chen Yi dispersed the sword field and broke the deadlock:
"Do you want to fight?"
The person who was asking the question was Lu Wu. His deep and plain eyes made the latter tremble in shock, and he waved his hands quickly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not the same as them."
Said.
Afraid that the other party would not understand what she meant, she gestured again, pointed at Luo Lie, then pointed at herself, and added: "We, enemies, have a feud."
"ha."
Chen Yi put on his clothes again, which made people smile like the spring breeze:
"Where are you two?"
"We two brothers only came here to rebel against the party in Fengdu and have no intention of becoming enemies with you."
Fan Wujiu's humble yet calm voice sounded: "I have always regarded the sword as my life since I was a child. Now that I have seen the true meaning, I am overwhelmed with skills. I hope you will give me some advice."
"please."
Chen Yi's face did not change, he made a fist gesture and stretched his hands forward. He had been studying the swords of the world, and also wanted to compare the differences between the swordsmanship of the underworld, so he naturally agreed.
"Your Excellency, be careful!"
Fan Wujiu reminded him without saying a word, and then, a magnificent sword domain stretched out from the sedan chair, and the majestic sword intent rushed towards him, as generous as a bird on the ground.
Chen Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, Bai Wuchang's sword was actually an epee.
A heavy sword without an edge, a sword without craftsmanship, this kind of sword is extremely rare no matter in the modern society ten thousand years later, or in the process of creating the inheritance from his previous life.
But being rare does not mean that it is not strong, it can only mean that there are few people who know it.
Too much talent.
And talent, perseverance, and opportunity are all indispensable.
The black and yellow sword energy gathered into a phantom of an ancient sword that penetrated the rainbow. Although it was controlled by Wu Chang who had lived in the underworld for a long time, it was not contaminated by the shadow and cunning of ghosts at all.
Instead, there is a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness that hates evil as much as hatred.
Don’t be angry and be proud.
As the saying goes, a sword is like a man, and to be able to cut such a majestic sword, it can be seen that this Bai Wuchang must be a selfless and strict envoy with a mountain of laws and regulations, and he will not show favoritism.
No wonder the Lord of Fengdu and all the ghost kings were so afraid of him.
"Qiang!"
Chen Yi flicked his sleeves and robe, and countless sword energy that was no weaker than Fan Wujiu's sword energy shot straight into the sky. What was completely different from it was that his sword energy was filled with demonic flames.
The extremely ferocious sword intention, with the madness that destroyed the world, and the sudden huge contrast shocked the whole audience. Everyone looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Even Fan Wujiu's sword energy stagnated, his face full of shock and confusion:
"Obsessed... possessed?!"
He was still an immortal just now, but why did he become a demon in the blink of an eye? Moreover, this demonic nature is even worse than the remnant soul of the ancient demon suppressed by the underworld.
He even had an illusion.
Is it possible that he and Xie Bian made a mistake about the arrest target?
Who is the Lord of Fengdu City in front of Chen Yi at this moment? What is the Ghost King of Luofeng Mountain? Can that be called an evil spirit? Are they worthy? Isn’t this just a docile little sheep?
Actually.
Chen Yi invoked the power of the demonic body and became possessed by the demonic thoughts. He himself is not currently involved in the demonic realm. The reason is very simple. He will look down on the lack of real demons in future generations.
The day he cultivates the devil must be a golden age for the devil.
As for why it is unnecessary, Quan should be motivated by love and be willing to point out the other person. Fan Wujiu is very talented in swordsmanship, but unfortunately, he took the wrong path.
His sword intention is too extreme, unchanging, and always upright, but he does not know that it is easy to break if it is too strong. If it is not corrected in time, his future achievements will be limited to this.
Chen Yi couldn't bear that this talented person who was expected to aspire to the top died prematurely.
"Fellow Taoist, please look again."
The words hit the ground.
All the terrifying demonic power disappeared, replaced by the Buddhist charm that could only survive but not kill. His sword intention was as fair and peaceful as before.
One thought becomes a devil, one thought becomes a Buddha!
"How can this be!"
Fan Wujiu exclaimed on the spot.
The sword is at your will.
It is common sense that a person's Taoist mind will be finalized after basic cultivation, because unless a person's Taoist mind has experienced earth-shaking changes, it is easy to change, but his nature is difficult to change.
However.
Everything that happened in front of him made him feel that the so-called common sense was a joke. His cognition was shocked, and his Taoist heart was also shocked.
"Fellow Taoist, your sword is stuck."
With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Yi wiped out the sword intention domain of this man who was known as the best swordsman among the gods in the entire underworld. The latter instantly felt like he had been severely injured, with blood flowing out from all his orifices.
"puff!"
Even though I was prepared in advance, I paid enough attention to it.
But Fan Wujiu never expected that his swordsmanship, which he was so proud of, would be so vulnerable to his opponent that he couldn't even hold on for a single round.
"It shouldn't, it shouldn't be like this, how could it be..."
The paralyzed Fan Wujiu couldn't help but murmur. He thought he had underestimated the opponent, but he underestimated him. The blow here shattered the heart of his sword.
Chen Yi is noncommittal. If it is not broken, it will not be established. If it is broken, it will be established.
He raised his hand again.
Turning the sword into a sword, he slashed gently, and the invisible sword energy hit the former's eyebrows. No one could see this sword, except Fan Wujiu, who was holding the sword between his eyebrows.
