Chapter 62: Win without a fight

Night, a starry night!

Feng Kui slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a **. The coldness of his body had been reduced by more than half, and there was only a small wisp of cold in his body. Feng Kui dragged his tired head and got up from **.

"Brother Feng, you finally woke up!"

Zhu Xiaoliu, who was walking anxiously in the room, grabbed the bedside and said excitedly.

"This, is your house? How long have I been in a coma? Feng Kui asked in surprise, looking in a trance.

Zhu Xiaoliu nodded, softened his expression, and then said, "One day and one night, after tonight, it will be two days and two nights!"

Feng Kui was shocked when he heard the words and said incredulously, "It's been so long! Then..."

Zhu Xiaoliu laughed and said, "Brother Feng, don't think much about anything else. After the first battle yesterday, you can cultivate for three days and then do the competition. I heard that two days later, it will be the final battle. There may be as many as four places for the selection of true disciples this year."

"So!"

Feng Kui said as he came down from the bed, turned around, and looked at Zhu Xiaoliu and said, "Xiao Liuzi, thank you very much!"

Xiao Liuzi sank on his face and said, "Brother Feng, why are you still seeing me! However, my medicinal herbs are almost exhausted. Remember to pick more for me in the future..."

Feng Kui was moved by a smile and said, "This must be! If it hadn't been for your medicine, the cold in my body wouldn't have gone so quickly. I'm afraid I'm in danger and can't wake up now. I'm afraid you haven't had much rest these two days. Since I have woken up, you should also have a good rest for a while. I have to heal and prepare for the battle, so I will go back to my residence first!"

Zhu Xiaoliu said, "Although Brother Feng is dedicated to doing the current thing, Xiao Liuzi is waiting for good information. When you finally fight and return triumphantly, I will welcome you with good wine and let's have a good drink!"

"Good!"

Feng Kui flashed out, tapped in front of him with a pearl, passed through the weak water killing array, went straight into the attic, and sat on the couch, disintegrated the cold air, spitting, and deduced swords on the same time, without delay for a moment.

At this time, the selection of true disciples has already become a hot topic in the sect, and Feng Kui is undoubtedly the dark horse of this session. He has been mentioned many times. For a while, he is also famous and respected as an amazing model, and has become a model for many unknown people. The eight people who entered the final battle were Feng Kui Shou, Han Yu, Fang No Regret, An Zhu, Xie Lingfeng, Du Haiqi, Ji Shaoliang and Mei Anxiang. These eight people were somewhat injured in the previous battle, so these three days of rest was the hope of the public, like sending charcoal in the snow.

Quiet room, no wind.

The head of the wind is sitting on the bed like an old pine, with hundreds of bones, the true elements circulating, constantly carrying, circulating throughout the week, and constantly dissolving the remnants of the cold air. After half a day, it was finally completely eliminated. At this moment, in my mind, a man is like a disaster. The black rope of the end is wrapped around his arms, standing on the fast-moving fairy and demon gossip. The Taoist qi veins are connected and endlessly. A Taoist fruit in the asylum robe is round and full, located in the heart of the chest and can't help beating. Around this portrait, there is a faint blood-colored atmosphere, floating slightly, which looks extremely strange. Feng Kui's mind is staring at this layer of faint blood. He knew that this was the murderous intention in his heart, which finally broke out, and the murderous spirit formed was inseparable from his origin. He was constantly thinking about the sword that defeated Ye Zhiqiu, which exhausted all his sword. The sword uses the sword style of [Taixu Xiaoyao Sword], but he knows that the sword meaning is no longer the Xiaoyao sword meaning described by Taixu Xiaoyao Sword, because Xiaoyao, which is stained with murderous intent, can no longer be called Xiaoyao, at least it is no longer the kind of Xiaoyao that people think. Feng Kui recalled the sword and couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart. Now he can expect that if it hadn't been for Ye Zhiqiu's sword in his body at that time, that sword would definitely have killed Ye Zhiqiu's life.

The sword came out, and the will to kill was so heavy that it exceeded the control of Feng Kui's head. He was afraid that he could not control the will to kill, and that he could not sink into it and do something that made his heart fright. He needs strength, but he doesn't want it to kill.

"The hatred in my heart is too deep and too much, and it has changed me... I will never be free. Even if I take all my revenge, the murderous spirit has eroded that calmness! I need strength and strength. I have no way back. I can only let nature take its course and go step by step. I hope my magic barrier will not come too early..."

Feng Kui muttered in a low voice.

At this time, Feng Caier suddenly appeared in front of Feng Kui's head and said in a strange tone, "Give me Dongxia."

Feng Kui slowly opened his eyes and handed Dongxia to Feng Caier with both hands. Feng Caier stroked Dongxia with a faint sadness on her delicate face. After a long time, she said, "You shouldn't use that sword. You know what a terrible sword it is! The murderous cruelty has scared Dongxia. Sooner or later, this sword will become the beginning of your magic barrier..."

The magic barrier is the heart demon.

Feng Kui said blankly, "I know all this, but I can't take care of so much. Since Huarong left, I have understood that I have missed too much, and now it is also quite difficult to make up for it. There is always a price for everything, Sister Caier, please believe me..."

Feng Caier stared at Feng Kui's head for a long time, and suddenly said, "Never be discouraged with yourself, and don't feel insignificant! Maybe your weight in someone's heart is heavier than the huge mountain, and even more than your own life. Living alone is by no means living for him alone.

Feng Kui's eyes lit up, and his heart was quite moved. He sighed softly, "I understood this truth when I was very young. It was because of it that I struggled to survive, because then I knew that I was alive and had to avenge those damn people, and I wanted to avenge them! Now, I have more things to do. Everything has just begun..."

After listening, Hua Rong breathed a faint breath and handed Dongxia to Feng Kui and said, "The ethereal sky is a good place. You should go!" I have untied Dongxia's seal for you!"

Feng Kui said with a stunned face: "But..."

Feng Caier smiled helplessly and said, "You can control Dongxia. Because of that sword, you have shocked her, and she will be afraid of you and will not dare to resist you for a long time in the future..."

Feng Kui smiled bitterly on his head and gently held the hilt of Dongxia's sword. He clearly felt Dongxia trembling gently, as if he was resisting, but as soon as he clenched his hand, Dongxia suddenly lit up and let out a crisp sword.

Feng Kui first gave the sword a beautiful name, called [Xixia Broken Heart]. Because the sword is beautiful, as beautiful as the sunset. When you see it, it is not far from the darkness, and the broken heart dies. This sword is the first and original sword he has become famous.

Three days later, there was a strong wind.

Above the square, there is a solemnity.

The only one who has four eyes can be silent, silent like a knife, slaughtering the hearts of people who can't stop beating wildly.

Feng Kui thought they would stagger, but they met, which made people unable to calm down and meet at the place where the swordsmen met.

The fifteenth round of the last round became the eighth of this round. Feng Kui's head is No. 5 and Han Yu is No. 6. According to convention, No. 1 will fight against No. 8, and they are just staggered. Unfortunately, in the last round, there were other rules to determine the opponent by taking the lot. Unfortunately, they met, like the teasing of fate, they met.

Feng Kui's head can't draw his sword from Han Yu, how can Han Yu?!

The two were silently facing each other, and the wind was wildly and chaotic.

Feng Kui understood that if he did not use Xixia to break his heart, he would never be able to defeat Hanyu with his kendo cultivation. Feng Kui's kendo is ashamed of himself. However, once this move comes out, he will hurt Han Yu under the sword, and he can't do it anyway.

Han Yuxiu opened her mouth slightly and wanted to speak, but Feng Kui had interrupted her. He knew what she wanted to say, and he knew that she would shrink back, admit defeat, and hand over the victory to him. Feng Kui sighed: "Sister Hanyu, with swordsmanship, I'm not as good as you. I also sigh at Fu Ru. I think there is no need to argue about which is better or worse. You should become a true disciple! I will definitely take back this victory or defeat with the sword in my hand.

Feng Kui's first words fell and strode out of the ring.

Han Yu clenched his lower lip, his face was full of pain, and he looked at Feng Kui's back. Suddenly, he shouted delicately, and suddenly drew a brilliant sword spirit and stabbed Feng Kui's head vest. This sword is awe-inspiring and strong, and it is not an ordinary sword. Han Yu passed all the way and defeated by her sword, many of her opponents.

Feng Kui felt that there was a thorn behind him, and he was uneasy. At that moment, he sighed in his heart, "Why is this necessary?" The footsteps that were about to step out of the ring suddenly stopped, turned around, sacrificed Dongxia, waved a sword, and finished in one breath.

However, when Feng Kui turned around and put out his sword and saw the shallow smiles in the cut autumn pupils, he began to regret why he had to turn back and fight back. That sword is not a murderous sword at all. It is obviously a vain trick.

The sword of Feng Kui's head is a real force. The two swords are facing each other, with a sonorous sound and rage. Feng Kui couldn't help but be stunned. When he came to his senses, his jade hair was flying and his clothes were rolling. He had fallen under the ring. He looked at him from afar and said, "I'm defeated!"

Feng Kui smiled bitterly and looked at Han Yu and said, "Why is this?"

Han Yu smiled softly and said, "Is it just waiting for another three years! Three years later, no one will stop me. Brother Feng, rest assured that you will not be half a step behind you. If you don't believe it, today, three years later, we will really have a real test. How about it?

The wood has become a boat, and it is difficult to return. Feng Kui only nodded and said, "It's a deal!"

Hanyu took the sword and drifted away, like a fairy, and said firmly, "Never break the appointment!"

The beautiful back, Feng Kui's head was full of melancholy, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. Looking at Han Yu away, he stood on the ring for a moment. At this time, an old man suddenly skimmed down from the elder seat to behind Feng Kui's head. This man came so fast and light that he didn't even notice it. It was not until the old man reached out and patted Feng Kui's head three times on the shoulder that Feng Kui's head suddenly felt shocked. When he turned around, he saw a white-haired old man looking at himself with a smile. At that moment, he was a little puzzled. He quickly picked up the ceremony, bowed down and bowed, and said in a long voice, "Disciple Feng Kui, see the elder. !"

The old man twisted his long beard and smiled and said, "It's time to say goodbye, time to say goodbye!"

Feng Kui's head is even more puzzled.