The joy did not last long, and his instinctive reaction drove Feng Chen to jump up with his sword in hand.
Feng Chen looked back and saw a pair of short, fat hands emerging from the ground where he had been standing a moment ago, and immediately an angry face appeared on the ground!
The sarcoma-like head popped out, and Feng Chen turned around to look at the moon and slashed down.
The upper body of Ning Xiaoyao, who had not yet completely emerged from the ground, was split in half again, and blood was scattered in all directions again, but this time the body was still disconnected and did not go separate ways.
The tragic scene on the ground was particularly horrifying, but Feng Chen's mind was not on it. Cold sweat was running down his back.
There was sky, earth, and the tragic death of Ning Xiaoyao in his field of vision, but there was no one around Wujian Ping.
As for the corpses of the two Ning Xiaoyao, except for the flesh and blood, there were no bones or internal organs.
There is no doubt that he was teased by Ning Xiaoyao.
He couldn't help but burst into anger and roared to the sky!
Aha! ——
The roaring sound lasted for a long time, and Feng Chen was so energetic that it made the flowers and plants in Wujianping tremble!
Feng Chen had noticed something was wrong, and he had completely lost control of his emotions.
He wanted to stop roaring, but couldn't control himself.
He forced himself to calm down. This was not difficult for him who had experienced many battles, but now he couldn't do it.
As soon as the angry-faced Ning Xiaoyao disappeared from the ground, the sad-faced Ning Xiaoyao appeared in front of Feng Chen, leaping in the air, holding the golden smoke pole high, and was about to hit Feng Chen on the head.
Feng Chen was finally able to stop roaring. At the moment, he didn't want to provoke the crying Ning Xiaoyao anymore. He just wanted to retreat, but the sun-covering knife in his hand had been swung away, leaving the sad-faced Ning Xiaoyao with his head in a different place.
Soon, the scene in front of Feng Chen changed again.
The only thing that didn't change was that Feng Chen was still standing on the sword dancing platform.
However, Wujian Ping is no longer empty this time. Thousands of corpses are piled up into a mountain, and all of those corpses are members of the Xiaoyue Alliance, and his wife Poppy is also among them!
Their blood had dried up long ago, and the red flowers and plants on the ground showed that everything in front of them was irreversible.
Feng Chen knew very well that these were just illusions, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed by what he saw anymore.
However, things went against his wishes and he couldn't help but feel sad.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time, or because of this, his chest actually began to hurt, and he even felt like retching.
The more I thought about it, the more intense the feeling of heartache and retching became.
Feng Chen covered his left chest with his left hand, his face was in pain, he squatted down, bent over, and opened his mouth to gag.
With his eyes closed, he couldn't see or notice the figure of a short, fat dwarf taking shape behind him.
The dwarf was naturally Ning Xiaoyao, and he was also the cheerful Ning Xiaoyao. What he was holding in his hand now was no longer a golden cigarette pole, but a golden dagger.
As long as this sharp weapon is gently sent forward, Feng Chen will die!
The handle of the sun-hiding knife shook a few times in Feng Chen's right hand, as if to warn him.
Feng Chen didn't realize anything and was still retching.
The sun-covering knife stopped moving.
The golden dagger is a little closer, and Feng Chen can be killed in the next moment!
Suddenly, Feng Chen no longer retched, but turned into a dry cough, and his body trembled even more.
How could Feng Chen look like the leader of a gang at this time?
Except for the fact that his clothes were somewhat stylish, he looked like a dying beggar who had been hungry for three or two days and was nauseated after seeing the scene of nausea, but could not vomit anything.
During the shaking, his back almost touched the tip of the dagger, but he immediately leaned forward and coughed up a large mouthful of blood!
The blood was black.
Feng Chen fell to the ground as if he was out of strength.
The sun-covering knife also made a clanging sound, making a large hole in the ground.
The happy-faced Ning Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then became more happy and opened his mouth wider.
The happy-faced Ning Xiaoyao obviously didn't want to cause any more trouble. He held the golden dagger behind his back, pointed the blade downward, aimed at the back of Feng Chen's heart, and pierced it straight!
Feng Chen had not yet calmed down his breathing, and he did not know that his life was hanging by a thread.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The sun-covering knife that was lying on the ground seemed to be possessed by a spirit, and stood up on its own. The blade was facing Le Lian Ning Xiaoyao's right arm, which was holding the golden dagger behind her back, and then went forward!
Poof!
Of course, Le Lian Ning Xiaoyao couldn't avoid the knife. The golden dagger separated from the short and fat torso along with his right arm and disappeared.
After saving the savior from danger, the Sun-hiding Sword also lost its life and fell back to the ground.
But just when the sun-hiding knife was about to hit the ground, the powerful hand grasped it again.
Hahaha...hahaha! ——
Feng Chen had calmed down a lot, and before he could stand up, he started laughing wildly.
Not only was there no hint of joy on his face, but he was pale and covered in cold sweat.
He did not turn around to look at the happy-faced Ning Xiaoyao who had lost his arm, because when he stood up completely, there was already a happy-faced Ning Xiaoyao standing in front of him.
Feng Chen almost fainted, the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow and joy kept repeating like this, and he would be tortured to death within five rounds.
Xilian Ning Xiaoyao rushed over, the sun-covering knife that had already fallen into deathly silence was about to move.
Feng Chen just wanted to retreat, not to fight. He even sealed the meridians in his right hand, but the sun-hiding knife still guided his right arm to make a swing.
Ning Xiaoyao died again, and Feng Chen was overjoyed again.
Is this an endless cycle that cannot be stopped...
After killing four more Ning Xiaoyao, Feng Chen once again experienced emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but this time the situation he encountered was more specific than the previous round, and the feelings were more real!
Feng Chen's emotions were still firmly controlled, and his thoughts gradually became numb. The only thought he had left had nothing to do with his own life or death, but to carry forward the lintel of Xiaoyue Alliance!
He has already accomplished this. Now, who in the world of Xiaoyue Alliance knows about it?
Feng Chen, the leader of the martial arts alliance, certainly thought that today's situation was the consensus reached through secret consultations between Xiaoyue Alliance and several other giants in the world.
Although the 30% chance is not very high, if you are sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.
In particular, the Xiaoyue Alliance is vaguely the leader of the Nine Provinces Alliance. At the beginning of this chaos, even if you choose to stand by and watch, you will inevitably be implicated in any disturbance. At this time, no one dares to step forward, integrate the opinions of all parties, and take charge of the overall situation. What a coincidence. In a time of great chaos, how can you convince the public?
In today's conference, Feng Chen also wanted to prove to his fellow martial arts comrades that the Xiaoyue Alliance is capable of leading a party, and he, Feng Chen, can also carry the banner of the leader of the martial arts world!
But Feng Chen knew very well that it was not easy to reach the top, not to mention the Hongchen Inn with mysterious origins and powerful strength.
Until the third game against Hongchen Inn, Feng Chen was not very sure of reaching the end.
But after the third game ended, he could no longer suppress his desire for the position of leader.
In the fourth game, he should show Hongchen Inn his abilities as Feng Chen.
He hasn't done it yet, how can he fail here? !
He can't lose!
If he loses, Xiaoyue Alliance will only become a laughing stock in the world!
If he loses, even if Hongchen Inn fails to win the championship in the end, Xiaoyue Alliance will never be able to raise its head in front of Hongchen Inn!
Feng Chen roared in his heart. Slowly he found that he could control his thoughts and regain control of his emotions. The sight was no longer blood red, but a messy sword dance field.
But at least you can still see green grass and flowers in Wujian Ping. The sky here is still blue, the sun is a bit dazzling, and there are living people with different looks on the edge of Wujian Ping.
Even though he was sure to break free from the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, Feng Chen did not dare to neglect him at all. Within a radius of five feet around him, one hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao who had been scattered by him had already rushed towards him like an overwhelming force. Come!
Feng Chen stood with his sword horizontally, about to avenge his shame, but he suddenly fell into a trance, then became dizzy, his limbs were sore and weak, the Baihui, Shenting, Fengchi on the head and neck, the Tanzhong, Jiuwei, etc. on the chest and abdomen A strong burst of pain came from eleven key points including Qihai, Shangqu, Feishu and Xinshu on the back, lumbosacral region, and Jianjing and Taiyuan on the limbs.
Feng Chen could even tell that the pain was caused by the hard knocking of the cigarette butt from the golden cigarette rod!
This is not only a point-pressing technique, but also a blood sealing technique.
His breathing became weak and his vision gradually blurred, but his mind became clearer and clearer!
I see!
In an instant, Feng Chen had seen through his opponent's tactics.
Ning Xiaoyao used illusions to make Feng Chen fall into illusions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. But in reality, subconsciously, Feng Chen still had a strong self-defense instinct, and used the sun-hiding knife to fight against trapped beasts.
Although Ning Xiaoyao controlled the overall situation, he could only attack Feng Chen on the spiritual level and could not hurt his body. Therefore, while making Feng Chen fall into the cycle of joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the illusion, he also carried out the siege in reality. Policy.
Being able to control one hundred and twenty-eight illusions means that Ning Xiaoyao can easily multi-task. Feng Chen was too focused, which made him completely immersed in the illusion and unable to extricate himself. It also caused the separation of his mind and body. His instinct The defense is full of loopholes.
Ning Xiaoyao seized this opportunity and used the golden smoke rod to bombard Feng Chen's key points.
By the time Feng Chen came to his senses, eleven of the thirty-six vital points on his body had received fatal blows. If he had not had a strong physique and profound cultivation, he would have been killed long ago.
Of course, if it drags on for another hour and three moments, all thirty-six vital points will be injured. Even if Feng Chen is an iron man, it is difficult to see external injuries. However, Qi and blood will be blocked, blood vessels will be cut off, and the internal organs will not be able to function normally. It is also considered as a medicine that has no effect.
The muscles on his face had been stiff for a long time, but the corners of Feng Chen's mouth still curled up slightly.
"It's indeed a good skill, but it's hard for me to convince someone with this!" Feng Chen shouted in his heart.
Everyone could already see that something was wrong with Feng Chen on the stage. No one knew what Feng Chen experienced in the illusion, but everyone present could hear the roar and wild laughter.
But the next moment, they felt a force of energy rippling from where Feng Chen was!
"Moon Wolf Heart Sutra", "Tiangang Zhengqi Jue" and "Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Technique" are what Feng Chen has learned all his life. The three internal powers of Yin system, metal system and fire system collide back and forth in Feng Chen's Dantian, breaking away from the shackles that bind them. The shackles, and then endless power rushed to Feng Chen's whole body, and even every hair.
At this moment, Feng Chen felt his energy and blood surge, and his whole body was almost on fire. Although there was a slight discomfort, he only regarded it as a side effect of the strong contrast.
Immediately afterwards, he guided the energy to the wrist of his arm and into the blade of the sun-hiding sword.
Feng Chen shouted angrily and raised his hands to cover the sun.
Under the dazzling sunlight, one hundred and twenty-eight phantoms of sun-covering knives appeared, corresponding to one hundred and twenty-eight short and fat dwarfs.
The broadsword in Feng Chen's hand drew a golden moon from top to bottom, and the 128 shadows of the sun-covering sword also drew a golden moon.
Kill the sun and the moon!
A strong gust of wind swept through Wujian Ping, and the heroes blinked involuntarily.
Taking another closer look, the one hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao had transformed into one, standing ten feet away from Feng Chen.
Ning Xiaoyao held her forehead, not wiping sweat, but wiping away a trace of blood.
He didn't say much, he just held the golden cigarette pole and cupped his hand towards Feng Chen, then walked off the stage.
There is no need to elaborate on who wins and who loses.
Feng Chen didn't stay too long. He politely handed over his hands to Ning Xiaoyao's leaving figure and turned around to leave.
He raised his feet for a moment, it was a bit laborious, and he even staggered a little, but no one could laugh.
Poppy had already greeted her husband and held his hot hand.
Poppy frowned, not only because the heat coming from Feng Chen's hand was wrong, but also because she caught a glimpse of a woman in a white dress holding her hands in front of her hands and approaching quickly with hurried steps.
The sleeves covered the hands of the woman in the white dress, and there was obviously something hidden in those hands!
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