Boil the heavens

But... After lurking for so many years, and suddenly appearing, this Min Min Te Moore's reliance will not only be on "Dao Heart Seed Demon", I think you should be more cautious as a teacher. "

"Speaking of... this Min Minte Moore escaped under the nose of his teacher back then. I didn't expect... to be able to practice "Tao Heart Seed Demon". It has become a climate, which is interesting." Yan Fei chuckled lightly, "Pang Ban has a good vision and has chosen a good successor!"

"It would have been nice if Grand Master had killed her directly back then." Zhu Gaochi said with a look of regret.

"It's not too late to kill now!" Hu Xian chuckled.

Proud and confident, as a peerless powerhouse, she has never been conquered by anyone except her own master, let alone defeated!

It's nothing more than a lord of the magician's palace. The success of "The Demon of Dao Heart" is worthy of attention, but that's all!

"See, learn a bit. Although it is true that the benevolent is invincible, as an emperor, he needs this kind of arrogance even more." Yan Fei pointed out to Zhu Gaochi, "Don't always think about what if, let alone Always want to rely on others!"

"Xian'er, you can call Lang Fanyun. The little guy has been nesting in Dongting Lake all year round. If he doesn't move, he probably won't have a chance to move in the future!" Looking at the image last night, there are indeed stars shining a lot in the north, Today, Hu Xian mentioned the success of Min Min Te Moore's Dao Heart Planting Demon. Yan Fei felt that things might not be so simple. If so, he should be more cautious.

"Senior Lang...he...I'm afraid he doesn't want to work for the Zhu family." Hu Xian hesitated.

Since assuming the throne, Zhu Di has gradually reformed the social system, and the Nujiao Gang, who is the most powerful underworld force in the world, bears the brunt of it.

Originally, Lang Fanyun was also a sensible person, so he had a good talk, and everything was easy to talk about, but some stories happened in the middle. Lang Fanyun's wife died because of Zhu Di.

In a rage, Lang Fanyun rushed into the palace and wanted to kill Zhu Di for revenge, but was stopped by Yan Fei. After calming down, Lang Fanyun also felt that Zhu Di could not be entirely blamed, but it was related to him after all, so he directly disbanded the Nujiao Gang , lived in seclusion in Dongting Lake, and never set foot in Nanjing.

"Don't underestimate that little guy's heart. Although a generation of grandmasters have ties in their hearts, they are by no means a person who cares about every detail. What's more, letting him go out this time is not considered to be serving the Zhu family. Going to Mongolia is a major event in the world. He took the initiative." , not for the Zhu family, but for the world!" Yan Fei said lightly, "Give me some face, and he will naturally go down the steps."

"Master's words are right. I will personally go to Dongting Lake to invite people." Hu Xian nodded.

"Let this boy go with him!" Pointing to Zhu Gaochi, Yan Fei said softly, "Zhu Di is not easy to go in person, but going as the eldest son and the prince of the Jian Kingdom is enough to show his own attitude."

"Alright." Hu Xian agreed.

"Great Master, since it is so dangerous, you might as well go to the grassland yourself. Your martial arts are the best in the world. Going to the grassland will surely turn the clouds upside down and destroy the magician's palace without any risk. As for the rear, there is no big thing. I can do it alone." Guard, even if you are worried, you can let my mother stay and help me." Zhu Gaochi said suddenly.

The son cares about his parents, he doesn't worry about them.

In his view, since there are nuclear weapons that no one can control, why not use them?

It's just that he doesn't know that Yan Fei is not Daming's nuclear weapon!

"I can still kill your father, stop the Northern Expedition, and completely reform the world. Why don't you say this?" Yan Fei asked back.

"This world belongs to your old Zhu's family, not mine." Yan Fei said lightly.

Helping you is benevolence and friendship, if you don't help you, it should be taken for granted!

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

0144 Sadness

"It seems to be nothing!"

Lang Fanyun was moved by Hu Xian. He came to Nanjing and lived here with Yan Fei. As a top expert, he hadn't seen him for many years. They would inevitably discuss each other's skills when they met. There is no difference between people fighting. Yan Nantian, who was called to watch the battle, was so confused that he didn't understand the deep meaning of it at all.

Glancing at Yan Nantian, who smelled of cow dung and didn't care about his own image at all, Hu Xian smiled lightly, "Little brother, master should have told you not to look at things with your eyes alone, right? Calm down, use your eyes Use your spirit to touch their qi, and use your heart to feel their fluctuations."

Hu Xian's reminder made Yan Nantian slightly startled, then he nodded abruptly, sat down cross-legged quickly, calmed down, and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to this seemingly ordinary but rare exchange of ideas.

The specific human figure in the eyes gradually disappeared, and two intertwined lights and shadows of different colors gradually formed in the empty spiritual world. Feel it with your heart, and unconsciously, the corners of Yan Nantian's eyes could not stop crying.

Seeing Yan Nantian's tears, Hu Xian smiled in relief.

As expected of his junior brother, although he was a little stunned, his talent and understanding were far beyond ordinary people.

The exchange between Yan Fei and Lang Fanyun was of such a high level that it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to understand even if they got a point, but my little brother was able to quickly enter the state and feel the deep meaning in it, which is amazing!

"A pure and innocent heart?" Looking at Yan Nantian, Hu Xian's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't care much, and turned his attention to Yan Fei and Lang Fanyun's sparring again.

This kind of discussion has also benefited her a lot, so she should not miss it in the slightest!

The body shapes are staggered, and the rain-covering sword and the cloud-turning knife are constantly colliding.

"Extremely affectionate, extremely saber, little guy, your growth has surprised me a bit." Lifting the sword kept blocking the cloud-turning cloud knife in Lang Fanyun's hand, the obviously simple knife fell on the rain-covering sword, The strength of the knife spread unexpectedly, covering it like a cloud, soaking it like rain, so fine and soft, it was almost impossible to defend against.

More importantly, there are endless sadness, nostalgia, nostalgia, and beauty in this fine and soft knife light...

Lang Fanyun completely integrated his emotions into the knife!

In Jianghu, this generally refers to the fact that the knife in the hand and the arm are as one, regardless of you and me, and can be used freely and completely as one likes.

But now, Lang Fanyun himself seems to be a knife, and the knife in his hand seems to be his heart.

This is the first time Yan Fei has encountered such a state where the energy and spirit are completely integrated with the sword, and the mind is completely transformed into the sword technique.

This knife is too sad, too lonely, and people can't help but step forward to hug it.

The cloud-turning knife was obviously just falling down, Yan Fei wanted to avoid it, but under the pull of the tyrannical mood, he was in a state of mind, and even went up involuntarily. If it wasn't for Yan Fei's strong heart and timely recovery, it wouldn't have happened just now. The sword greeted him, but he directly greeted him with his physical body.

His sword, and even his thoughts were drawn by the artistic conception of Lang Fanyun!

Sword Intent, Saber Intent and other artistic conceptions, if this artistic conception has a realm, then Lang Fanyun has already walked in front of Yan Fei.

"If possible, I would rather not reach the current state." With a long sigh, Lang Fanyun didn't speed up the saber's momentum, but the lament in the saber light was stronger, and the space around him seemed to be stagnant. The saber light, like the sorrowful rain, became denser and harder to block.

Feeling the light of the knife entering the body, it didn't produce cutting-like lethality like the sharp sword energy, but penetrated deep into the body, merged into the blood marrow, flowed into the mind, and affected Yan Fei's state of mind, hurting from the heart .

Destroy the state of mind with one's own sadness, wear down the will, from the spirit to the body, from the virtual to the real, from top to bottom, hurting the heart, lungs, liver and intestines!

"It's more appropriate to call your current knife the Desolate Ecstasy Knife."

Feeling the inexplicable sadness in his heart, and wiping away the tears that hadn't left in the corner of his eyes for hundreds of years, Yan Fei sighed softly, "Although I'm sad, I haven't felt this kind of pure emotion for many years, it's cool! But...it should be here It’s over, life is impermanent, but the way of heaven is permanent, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, everything to dust!”

As the voice fell, the true energy in the body surged, the waves in the dantian surged to the sky, the wind rolled up the huge waves and swept the land, sweeping the earth, the five orifices and five elements erupted on the earth of the flesh, the volcano erupted, the river roared, the forest roared, and earthquakes continued...

The vast Tianwei kills everything, destroys and then regenerates. Although this sorrowful rain of sword light is endlessly mournful, continuous, unwilling, but in the face of absolute power, it can only disappear in smoke!

The saber light in his body was wiped out, feeling that the saber intent around him was still affecting him all the time, Yan Fei chuckled, "Little guy, be careful!"

The light of the sword in the hand is victorious, and the meaning of the sword melts into the light of the sword. There is no endless sorrow and tactfulness, no power to pull people's mind and will, it only has a simple and pure artistic conception: disconnect!

No matter what is in front of you, whether it is imaginary or real, as long as it is within the range of the sword light, it will all be disconnected!

Mental pain, the artistic conception enveloping Yan Fei was divided into two halves by a ray of sword light, it looked complete, and even maintained its original power, but the spiritual mind that can be used as the core motivation has been divided into two, and the sword light moved forward , Enduring the mental pain, Lang Fanyun brandished a knife to block.

When they collided, a thread-like incision appeared on the edge of the Cloud Turning Knife. The sword light advanced, and the incision expanded, and the peerless magic weapon could not stop it at all.

The majestic zhenqi swelled like clouds, trying to wear down the sword light bit by bit, but the sword light condensed as one, unmoved, the cloud was split apart, except for the sword light to render a white trace Tail, None has any effect.

Right in front of his eyes, Lang Fanyun didn't feel the slightest piercing edge in the sword light as thin as silk thread, but he knew that once he was cut by the sword light, he would be cut in two.