Chapter 4 Kill Brother He

An unexpected pure sword spirit blocked the sword that Brother He must kill.

With a crisp sound, the black iron sword broke into two pieces, rubbed the young man's shoulder and scratched the blood stain.

"Who? Who is it?" Seeing that the killing trick was blocked, Brother He was shocked and angry.

Han Fei came out of the shadow of the tree, as if stepping out of a different space, like a ghost, coupled with his malicious sneer, which made people feel cold.

"You are... you, Han Fei!" When Brother He first saw Han Fei, he almost couldn't recognize him. After a period of grinding, and the physical refinement of returning to the sea, Han Fei is no longer as weak as before. His strong body is attached to the tight white robe, and the exposed arms are also muscles. Although it is not like a big cow, his muscles are full and the lines are smooth.

Han Fei's face has some fortitude and maturity, which he has imperceptibly that he understands the concept of revenge.

Looking at the consternation and anger on Brother He's face, Han Fei said with a faint smile, "Brother He knows the rules of the family. The disciples of the same sect are cruel to each other. If it is light, they will face the wall, and if it is heavy, they will waste their mana and be expelled from the sect."

"Han Fei, how dare you do good things in your ankle!" Brother He's face was gloomy, and he couldn't wait to kill Han Fei quickly.

"You..." At this time, the young brother who had just killed the iron-headed snake with a spiritual charm recovered from his fear, and a cold sweat was left behind.

He turned around with an angry face and roared, "Brother He, I'm not sorry for you. You hurt me so much!"

"Hey hey!"

Brother He sneered, stepped back a few steps to prevent the two, and said, "It's just your simple-hearted nature. It's easy to deceive."

The young man was furious when he heard the words, and his big hand clapped out. The furious blow provoked the wind, destroying the withered and pulling, and unexpectedly brought violent spiritual power.

"Good!" Han Fei suddenly saw this move and praised it in his heart.

Such a fierce way of playing is suitable for your character.

A huge spiritual blow was hit on the face, and Brother He suddenly changed color. He took a few steps back. The long sword trembled straight, and the tip of the sword was touched a little. Unexpectedly, he found the youth's weakness and made a rapid blow.

"Sure enough, the difference in realm is not so easy to make up for." Han Fei realized in his heart that there was already some action in his hand.

With a flash of black light, Han Fei has jumped out lightly. The black iron sword has been in front of the young man, blocking Brother He's sword stabbing his abdomen.

"Brother He, let's settle the old accounts!" Han Fei wiped off his gentle face, like the violence of a giant ape, shouted, and a sword had been stabbed out.

A sword is like a wild wave, and the cold fly has changed the waves.

After a long period of precipitation and condensation, Han Fei has been extremely proficient in this move and can be used lightly.

Seeing the waves rolling down, Brother He's face was pale and bloodless in an hour, and the paper charms were thrown out, and the long sword danced wildly, trying to resist the sea of swords all over the sky.

"Wang!" The waves beat, and the sword spirit was horizontal. In an instant, countless blood flowers bloomed on Brother He's body.

The water wall is broken, the earth trembles, and the waves are shocking.

Han Fei took back his sword skills and looked at Brother He, who was dying, indifferently. He did not talk nonsense. A sword separated his body.

Knowing that at this time, the young man came to his senses, took a deep breath, woke up from the horrible sword spirit of Han Fei, and said gratefully and worriedly, "If you ask for more brothers, you will not repay them. If you need them in the future, you will definitely help them."

Han Fei waved his hand, withdrew his sword, and looked at the young man carefully. He was not as strong as he was, but he was strong. Which peak disciple are you?

Han Fei felt a little obedient to the name of senior brother. After all, among the three generations of disciples, he is the youngest, but he is also the most powerful. The immortal world is respected by strength. Mu Yu has arranged for him to enter the inner disciple, only to visit the ancestor, that is, the second generation of disciples.

"The younger brother's name is Yan Hong, a disciple of Xian Daofeng." Yan Hong said with some restraint.

Xian Daofeng? Han Fei was stunned when he heard the words, and then ignored it. He said, "You can report this matter to the suzerain by yourself." After saying that, he was impatient and walked towards the purple bamboo forest.

Yan Hong looked at the sword flying beside Han Fei behind him, resisting the attack of the forest array in the purple bamboo forest. Feeling a wave of frightened sword spirit, he trembled in his heart.

"Brother Han is so good. Is it possible that he can't practice swords?" Yan Hong was surprised and hurriedly ran towards Xiandao Peak.

Turn left and right, and quietly wait for a purple bamboo to pass by. Han Fei quickly jumped over. The sword spirit shook and opened a piece of purple bamboo leaf. After landing, he took a few steps in a row and dodged a few swaying purple bamboo again. Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

In the eyes is the crisp purple bamboo, the purple is arrogant, and the sword is sharp.

The purple grass here is proud to the sky, and it is unyielding with the wind.

Stepping over a grassland, Han Fei looked at the Aojian Peak in front of him and walked into the cave. His eyes opened again. Looking at the extremely spacious cave, the sky-like giant, with an extremely familiar and intimate feeling, was in his heart.

"You are unwilling to lose, but you can also be proud of the world. Sword cultivation should be like you." Looking at the stone carving giant, Han Fei knew that the giant's intention had left.

For a moment of distraction, Han Fei suddenly changed his mood and hurriedly sat down, carefully pursuing the fleeting inspiration.

It took him a long time to open his eyes, and the ice pupils were clearly shining.

"Finally, I know why the 'Tao' I learned will be a giant like you." Han Fei's spiritual strength condensed and returned to the spiritual ocean.

The three worlds, on the left is the mixed pearl ice world, and on the right, is the Tao and the perception left by the giant that Han Fei himself understands. He must start from the inside and outside.

In addition, it is to exercise mental strength and constantly understand kendo, so that you can learn more sword skills from the perception left by the giant. Inside, he constantly understands the way of gossip and the way of life and death that he learned during the Taoism period.

Only through continuous perception can we get a glimpse of more giant thoughts.

"When you first hear the Tao, if you can feel more Tao, or firmly believe in your own Tao, and continue to feel it, you can always see a prosperous road."

"I should stand proudly like a giant and walk with a sword. Whether it is the way of self or the way of gossip passed down by the giant, only by perseverance can we get rid of the shackles of heaven and earth and escape from the sky.

"In addition to this, you should also be like a giant ape. When you kill, you will kill. When you are angry, you will be angry. If people want to kill me, I will kill them. Not to mention a million corpses, I just want to be angry with a sword and dare to kill people.

Thinking about this, Han Fei suddenly absorbed the power of the outside world.

This place is affected by the array. The aura of heaven and earth is extremely thin, but the sword power is everywhere. The sword power without any attribute power is extremely pure, gentle and fierce. It's time to go back, inner disciple, who needs morning exercise.

Out of the purple bamboo forest, Han Fei took a deep breath, felt refreshed, and couldn't help but feel much more comfortable.

He walked lightly, but he boasted several meters, and the sword was full of strength. He was like a dragon, tossed and jumped under the trees on the trees, shuttling through the woods, but without any hindrance.

Relying on his eyesight and unique senses, everything around him is slow, and Han Fei has flown away quickly.

A moment later, the sky was slightly bright, and Han Fei had returned to Ziyun Peak.

It is no longer Xiaozhufeng, but the top gate of Ziyunfeng Peak, where the real inner disciple is located.

Entering the mountain gate, looking at the Ziyunfeng Mountain Gate Hall, Han Fei took a deep breath, his mood was calm, his face was flat, and he walked forward.

"Wo!" Several spiritual powers came, and the three of them flew down with the flying charm of the Yuanhua period. When they saw Han Fei, they nodded with a smile, and then walked towards the sword training platform behind the hall.

Han Fei also nodded with a smile, without any coldness.

He walked forward lightly, and a few people flew down a moment later. Han Fei looked at Ye Feng and Yunshan, who were already the masters of the peak.

"Don't say, if you become the peak master, you won't recognize your brother. Although I don't know how you broke through the golden elixir period, I don't care what you five people do without telling me, but you have to pull me to be an elder or something. Don't let me be a big brother..."

Yun Shan complained and made Ye Feng's ears straighten their cocoons. Looking at Ye Feng's gentle face, he also looked bitter, and Han Fei wanted to laugh. However, this place was already under the sword training platform, so he had to hold back his smile, followed several brothers, and gently jumped on the wide sword training platform.

The sword training platform is still the same. With the help of the array, it is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by nine dragon stone pillars, swallowing the purple gas from the east.