The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 416 Sword Slashing the Sun and Moon (I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival! There are Easter eggs at the end of this chapter!)

The feeling of joy didn't last long, and Feng Chen's instinctive reaction had already driven him to jump up with the knife.

Feng Chen looked back, a pair of short and fat hands broke through the ground where he stood for a moment, and an angry face appeared on the ground immediately!

As soon as the sarcoma-like head popped out, Feng Chen swung his head back to look at the moon and slashed it down.

Ning Xiaoyao's upper body, who hadn't completely escaped from the ground, was split in half again, and blood was spilled in all directions again, but this time the corpse was still disconnected and did not go their separate ways.

The tragic situation on the ground was particularly horrifying, but Feng Chen's mind was not on it, his back was already covered with cold sweat.

In his field of vision, there is the sky, the earth, and Ning Xiaoyao who died tragically, but there is no one around Wujianping.

As for the bodies 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 soaring into the sky with anger, and roared to the sky!

Aha! ——

The roaring sound lasted for a long time, and Feng Chen even exerted so much internal energy that it made the flowers and plants in Wujianping tremble!

Feng Chen already sensed that something was wrong, he had completely lost control of his emotions.

He wanted to stop roaring, but couldn't help himself.

He forced himself to calm down, which was not difficult for him who had experienced many battles, but now he couldn't do it.

As soon as the angry face Ning Xiaoyao disappeared from the ground, Ning Xiaoyao with a sad face appeared in front of Feng Chen, jumped in the air, raised the golden smoke rod, and was about to hit Feng Chen on the head.

Feng Chen was able to stop roaring at last, he didn't want to provoke the mournful Ning Xiaoyao anymore, he just wanted to get away, but the sun-shielding knife in his hand was already swung away, leaving the mournful Ning Xiaoyao decapitated.

Soon, the scene in front of Feng Chen changed again.

The only thing that remains the same is that Feng Chen is still standing on Wujianping.

However, this time, Wujianping is no longer empty.

Thousands of corpses piled up into mountains, and all of those corpses were members of Xiaoyuemeng, and his wife Poppy was also among them!

The blood had dried up, and the red flowers and plants on the ground also showed that everything in front of him was irreparable.

Feng Chen knew in his heart that these were just illusions, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed by what he saw.

However, things backfired, and he couldn't stop feeling sad.

He hasn't had this emotion for a long time, or because of this, his chest actually started to hurt, and he even felt like retching.

The more I think about it, the stronger the feeling of heartache and retching.

Feng Chen covered his left chest with his left hand, with a painful face, squatted down, bent over, and opened his mouth to vomit.

With his eyes closed, he could neither see nor perceive the shape of a squat dwarf taking shape behind him.

The dwarf was naturally Ning Xiaoyao, and he was also a cheerful Ning Xiaoyao. What he was holding in his hand was no longer a golden cigarette rod, but a golden dagger.

As long as this sharp weapon is sent forward, Feng Chen will die!

The hilt of the sun-shielding knife shook in Feng Chen's right hand a few times, as if to warn.

Feng Chen didn't notice anything, he was still retching.

The concealing knife did not move.

The golden dagger was a few minutes closer, and Feng Chen could be killed in the next instant!

Suddenly, Feng Chen stopped retching, and turned into a dry cough, and his body trembled more violently.

At this moment, how can Feng Chen look like the leader of a gang?

Except for the decent clothes, he seemed like a dying beggar who had been hungry for three or two days, saw the scene of nausea, and kept retching but couldn't vomit anything.

During the shaking, his back was almost attached to the tip of the dagger, but he immediately leaned forward again, coughing up a big mouthful of blood!

The blood was black.

Feng Chen lay down on the ground as if exhausted.

The sun-shielding knife also made a dent on the ground with a clang.

Seeing this, Le Mian Ning Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, and then became even happier, opening his mouth even wider.

Lelian Ning Xiaoyao obviously didn't want to cause any more trouble, instead he held the golden dagger, pointed the blade down, aimed at Feng Chen's back and pierced it straight in the heart!

Feng Chen hasn't even managed to breathe yet, and he doesn't know that his life is hanging by a thread.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, a sudden change occurred!

The sun-covering knife lying on the ground seemed to be possessed by a spirit, and stood up on its own, with the blade facing towards Le Mian Ning Xiaoyao's right arm!

Puff!

Le Mian Ning Xiaoyao, of course, failed to dodge the knife, and the golden dagger along with his right arm broke away from the chunky torso and disappeared.

After the Zhiri Knife was in danger of the Savior, it also lost its vitality and smashed back to the ground.

At the moment when the Hiding Saber was about to fall to the ground, Kong Wu's strong hand grasped it again.

Hahaha...hahaha! ——

Feng Chen had already calmed down a lot, and before he could stand up, he couldn't stop laughing wildly.

Not only was there no trace of joy on his face, but his complexion was pale and his brow was covered with cold sweat.

He didn't turn around to look at the happy face Ning Xiaoyao who had lost his arm, because when he stood up completely, there was already a happy face Ning Xiaoyao standing in front of him.

Feng Chen almost passed out, if he let this phantom of joy, anger, sorrow and joy keep repeating, he would be tossed to death within five rounds.

Ning Xiaoyao with a happy face rushed towards him, and the Zhanri Dao, which had already fallen into a dead silence, was about to move.

Feng Chen just wanted to retreat, not to fight, he even blocked the meridians of his right hand, but the Zinri Knife still guided his right arm to make a swinging motion.

Ning Xiaoyao died again with a happy face, and Feng Chen was beaming with joy again.

Is this an endless loop that cannot be stopped...

After beheading four more Ning Xiaoyao, Feng Chen experienced another round 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 are still firmly controlled, and his thoughts are gradually numb. The only remaining thought has nothing to do with his own life and death, but to carry forward the lintel of the Xiaoyue League!

He has already achieved this point, but who knows Xiaoyuemeng in Jianghu now, who doesn't know?

Of course, Feng Chen, the leader of the martial arts alliance, had thought about it. Today's game was originally a consensus reached through secret negotiations between Xiao Yuemeng and several other giants in the world.

Although the [-]% chance is not high, if you sail against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

In particular, the Xiaoyue League is faintly the leader of the Kyushu League. At the beginning of this chaotic situation, any disturbance, even if you choose to stand by and watch, will inevitably be implicated. At this time, you dare not come forward to integrate the opinions of all parties and lead the overall situation. In times of great chaos, how can we convince the masses?

At today's meeting, Feng Chen also wanted to prove to fellow martial artists that Xiaoyue League is capable of leading one side, and he, Feng Chen, can also carry the banner of the leader of the martial arts world!

Feng Chen knows very well that it is not easy to climb to the top, let alone a Hongchen Inn with a mysterious origin and strong strength.

Until the third round of the confrontation with the Hongchen Inn, Feng Chen was not very sure that he would make it to the end.

But when the third round was over, he could no longer suppress his desire for the position of leader.

In the fourth round, he must let Hongchen Inn see his Feng Chen's ability.

He hasn't done it yet, how can he fall here? !

He can't lose!

If he loses, Xiaoyuemeng will only become a laughing stock in the arena!

If he loses, even if Hongchen Inn fails to win in the end, Xiao Yuemeng will have difficulty raising his head in front of Hongchen Inn!

Feng Chen roared in his heart, slowly he found that he was able to control his thoughts, and regained the control over his emotions, his field of vision was no longer a piece of blood red, but a messy field of dancing swords.

But at least this Wujianping can still see green grass and flowers, the sky here is still blue, the sun is a bit dazzling, and there are living people with different appearances on the edge of Wujianping.

Even though he had broken free from the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, Feng Chen didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest. Within a radius of five feet around his body, the 120 and eight Ning Xiaoyao scattered by him had already overwhelmingly rushed towards him!

Feng Chen stood with his saber horizontally, and was about to avenge his shame, but suddenly he was in a trance, and then became dizzy, his limbs became limp and weak, Baihui, Shenting, Fengchi on the head and neck, Tanzhong, Jiuwei, Qihai, Shangqu, Feishu and Xinshu on the back and lumbosacral region, and Jianjing and Taiyuan on the limbs, a total of eleven key points felt a strong pain.

Feng Chen could even distinguish that these pains should be caused by the cigarette butts of the golden cigarette stick!

This is not only acupuncture, but also a method of sealing blood.

His breath became weaker and his vision became more blurred, but his mind became clearer!

That's it!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Chen understood his opponent's tactics.

Ning Xiaoyao casts illusions to make Feng Chen fall into the illusion of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, but in reality, subconsciously, Feng Chen still has a strong self-defense instinct, and fights trapped beasts with the sun-covering knife.

Although Ning Xiaoyao controlled the overall situation, he could only attack Feng Chen on the spiritual level, but could not harm his body. Therefore, he let Feng Chen fall into the cycle of joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the illusion, and at the same time carried out the siege in reality. Policy.

Being able to control 120 and eight illusions means that Ning Xiaoyao can easily multi-task. Feng Chen is too focused, but makes him completely immersed in the illusions and is unable to extricate himself.

Ning Xiaoyao seized this gap and bombarded Feng Chen's vital points with a golden smoke stick.

When Feng Chen came to his senses, eleven of the 36 fatal points on his body had received fatal blows. If it wasn't for his strong physique and profound cultivation, he would have died long ago.

Of course, if it drags on for another hour or three quarters, all 36 vital vital points will be injured. Even if Feng Chen is an iron man, it is difficult to see superficial injuries, but his qi and blood are blocked, his blood vessels are cut off, and his internal organs cannot function normally. The medicine stone 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 a little.

"It's really a good skill, but it's still hard for me to make someone bow their heads and admit defeat!" Feng Chen shouted in his heart.

Everyone could already see that something was wrong with Feng Chen. No one knew exactly what Feng Chen had experienced in the illusion, but everyone present could clearly hear the roar and wild laughter.

But in an instant, they felt a wave of energy rippling around Feng Chen!

"Everyone be careful!" Although there was still some distance between them, out of caution, Xuan Xiao, who was the host of the show, still spoke out to warn the heroes.

"Moon Wolf Heart Sutra", "Tian Gang Zheng Qi Jue", "Tiger Roaring Dragon Yin Gong" is what Feng Chen has learned all his life. The three internal skills of Yin, Metal, and Fire collided back and forth in Feng Chen's dantian, breaking away the barriers that bound them. The shackles, followed by endless energy rushing towards Feng Chen's body and every hair.

For a moment, Feng Chen only felt the qi and blood swelled and stirred, 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 directed the energy to his arms and wrists, and then directed it to the body of the Rishi Knife.

Feng Chen roared angrily, and covered the sun with his hands.

Under the dazzling sunlight, 28 phantom shadows of sun-shielding knives also appeared, corresponding to 28 short and fat dwarves one by one.

The big knife in Feng Chen's hand drew a golden moon from top to bottom, and the 28 phantom shadows of the saber also drew a golden moon.

Slash the sun and the moon!

A gust of wind swept through Wujianping, and the heroes blinked involuntarily.

Taking a closer look, the hundred and twenty-eight Ning Xiaoyao had turned into one, standing ten feet away from Feng Chen.

Ning Xiaoyao rubbed his forehead, not wiping sweat, but wiping away a trace of blood.

He didn't say much, just cupped his hands at Feng Chen with the golden cigarette stick in his hand, and left the scene.

There is no need to repeat who wins and loses.

Feng Chen didn't linger too long, he bowed his hands politely to Ning Xiaoyao's leaving figure and turned to leave.

For a moment when he lifted his foot, he struggled a bit, even staggered a little, but no one seemed to laugh at him.

Poppy had already greeted her husband, holding his hot hand.

Poppy frowned, not only because the heat from Feng Chen's hand was wrong, but also because she caught a glimpse of a woman in a white dress with cloud sleeves and a moon, with her head slightly lowered, and hurriedly approaching her.

The sleeves covered the hands of the woman in the white skirt, and there was something more hidden!

　In the blink of an eye, the woman in the white dress had jumped in front of Poppy, her smile was like a flower, and she had a fragrance, like a blooming narcissus.

　　She put her hands in front of Poppy, and the sleeves fell down naturally, and she saw a ball of Lantern Festival in her green and tender hands!

　　"Xiaochen wants Narcissus to represent the people of Zhangzhou. I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival, family reunion, happiness and well-being!"

　　

　

(End of this chapter)