Chapter 4248

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Boom!

Bang, bang!!

In the nothingness and chaos on the sixth floor, Feihong and jianwushuang turned into two startling swords, one silver and one black, galloping vertically and horizontally, and constantly colliding with each other.

The silver winged sword in the hand of Feihong God general and the Wu Qi sword in the hand of the unparalleled sword fought thousands of times in a short moment. The magnificent and powerful divine power exploded in the void.

"Open the sky!"

"Cut star!!"

The sword is unparalleled. With a wipe of his right hand, the Wu Qi divine sword in his hand vibrates for thousands of times. The two moves of opening the sky and cutting the star are used one after another from the Wu Qi divine sword and blow it up towards the flying God!

"Shenwei!"

"Divine anger!!"

Feihong's divine sword was also cold. His face covered by silver armor only showed his eyes, and his divine awn soared three inches!

Behind him, a pair of silver wings appeared. The silver wing divine sword in his hand was instantly covered with thick blood. A power of destroying the sky and the earth came out of the divine sword in his hand, with terrible power,

"Cut!"

Immediately, Feihong God jumped up high, turned the silver winged sword into a towering blood dragon, and cut it down towards the sword!

Bang bang!

They retreated at the same time, and the divine body shook.

Jian Wushuang looked down at his right hand and felt numb at the tiger's mouth.

The next moment, he raised his head and looked at the flying general, with a dignified meaning in his eyes.

This is the only one who did not lose to him in kendo after he came to the depths of the universe.

"Mortal, I have to admit that you have the ability to compete with God. If you were in my time, you would be no weaker than my true God of kendo." Feihong said indifferently and solemnly.

"Noisy."

The sword was expressionless, and then took a deep breath.

"Natural power, life shock!!"

Boom ~!

A deterrent force from the deepest part of the soul came to the audience. Under this force, it seemed as if time had fallen into a swamp. Everything had to surrender to it, kneel down in front of the sword and bow down.

"This???"

God Feihong's face changed for a moment. As soon as he wanted to attack, he felt as if millions of mountains were pressing on him. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't help kneeling towards the sword.

"How dare you make God surrender?" He spit out these words with difficulty.

The sword matchless didn't answer, but his eyes flashed and immediately killed the God Feihong.

Whew!

Without hindrance, Wu Qi's divine sword in the unparalleled hand directly inserted into the chest of Feihong, and then the sharp sword intention broke out.

"Mortal, feel my killing sword."

Feihong God general took a deep look at the sword, and then the God collapsed and was hanged into powder by the sharp sword.

A trace of black thread floated up at the place where Feihong divine sword disappeared, and then shot at the unparalleled eyebrows of the sword.

Jianwushuang didn't resist. He sat down cross legged and slowly closed his eyes.

A magnificent voice sounded in jianwushuang's mind.

I, God General Feihong, the sword in my hand is only for killing!

Boom!!!

In an instant, a large group of Feihong gods will feel on Kendo, mixed with his memory, and instill it into jianwushuang's mind.

The world in front of jianwushuang suddenly began to change.

It's like going through space and time and coming to five hundred chaotic periods, jianwushuang saw a young man with beautiful eyes and seven or eight years old, holding a wooden sword and constantly flying under a hillside.

This is the flying general in his childhood.

"Memory inheritance?"

Jian Wushuang muttered to himself, then slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in the memory of Feihong.

......

The sun was burning in the sky, the boy was sweating like rain, and his white shirt had been soaked with sweat.

But he didn't give up. His eyes were full of determination. He bit his teeth and kept waving his wooden sword.

Again and again, the sword shadow overlapped and intertwined, whistling in the mountains with the boy's heavy breathing and the cicadas in summer.

"I, Feihong, must become the most powerful swordsman in the world!"

The sun gradually set, and under the hillside with the afterglow of the sunset, came the young man's childish ambition and rhetoric.

"Xiao Fei, come back for dinner soon. Your father bought a big herring from the town."

Under the hillside, the smoke curled up. A peasant woman carrying a hoe wiped the sweat on her forehead and shouted.

"Mother, I'm coming!"

Feihong quickly hid the wooden sword in his hand, took the big black cow on one side and hurried down the hillside.

Feihong this year is eight years old.

......

Time turns.

This year, Feihong was 19.

This year, it was the only time in the nearby town that the green mountain sword sect accepted disciples.

Feihong refused the hope that his parents would let him go to Beijing for the exam. He found blacksmith Wang at the head of the village to fight a rough and ugly iron sword. He secretly ran out of the village and came to the Mountain Gate of the green mountain sword sect.

He was mixed with a group of teenagers who also came to learn from teachers, and his mind was a little uneasy.

It is said that the people who live in the Castle Peak sword sect are all legendary immortals who can ride the wind for thousands of miles with their swords.

But he was just a farmer herding cattle. He practiced several sword moves in a muddle headed way. He really couldn't put it on the table.

In the long wait, it's finally Feihong's turn to assess!

He summoned up his courage and slowly walked up in the serious eyes of the old man in charge of the assessment.

"Sword soul awakening! The body of the sword spirit! "

However, when the assessment results came out, the whole Castle Peak sword school was shocked!

Feihong, from a farm cow herder, has become the most dazzling new star of the whole Castle Peak sword sect! No one!

He joined the Castle Peak sword sect. Under the seat of the most powerful elder, countless resources tilted towards him.

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Time is long, time is ruthless.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Ten years have passed.

The young and nervous cowherd has become the eldest martial brother of Qingshan sword sect and the most dazzling star of the whole Qingshan sword sect!

Feihong, now 29, is energetic, confident, calm and handsome. I don't know how many handsome younger martial sisters of green mountain sword sect are fascinated by him.

Just when he was immersed in the years of harmony, peace and harmony of his school.

Change, sudden!

When he went out to perform the mission of the sect, he provoked the little sect leader of the purgatory sword sect, the strongest sect in this area, and was angry at him for killing!

All of a sudden, great disaster is coming!

In his castle peak sword sect, man Zong was slaughtered from top to bottom. Once the kind and soft elders and lively and playful younger martial sisters and younger martial brothers died miserably in front of him.

He watched the scene happen, but he had no power to resist.

For the first time, he realized that he was so weak and that he was just a trivial mole ant in this world.

Finally, with the full effort of the leader of Qingshan sword sect, Feihong escaped from Shengtian and was sent out of Qingshan sword sect.