Chapter 189 You deserve to practice swordsmanship!
【The Domain Talisman】burned out in an instant.
A wisp of extremely mysterious yet overwhelming power covered the entire altar.
That is the power of the seventh realm that is rare in the Xuanhuang world.
It is the power of [field]!
It can directly level this place to the ground in an instant.
It is also possible to destroy only a grain of dust.
Retract and release freely.
The eldest among the nine great deacons of the Taoist sect, he used his last bit of strength to drive this talisman.
His only one goal.
Kill yourself.
Liu Tianfeng underestimated the power of this domain talisman.
He originally thought that the Sixth Elder would only leave a trace of the power of the domain in it.
But in fact, it is much stronger than Liu Tianfeng expected.
Everyone in the six realms can be killed!
The six ordinary realms can also be fought!
Such a terrifying force that wiped out everything in an instant.
This gray-haired old man was instantly reduced to ashes!
The robe on his body, the deacon's token on his waist, and even the spiritual weapon blade that fell at his feet... Everything within an inch of his body was completely destroyed!
There is nothing left in this world.
But a few inches away, the wind and waves were calm.
There is no aftermath spreading outward.
This is [domain]!
The inside of the domain and the outside of the domain are two completely different scenes.
Liu Tianfeng, one of the nine deacons of the outer sect, died in Chixi Stream.
All the outer disciples were almost stunned on the spot.
Everything happened too fast.
For ordinary disciples like them, they have no room to intervene, and they don’t even have much time to react.
When they came to their senses, the "possessed" Ge Long was killed by Deacon Liu, and soon after, Deacon Liu also died.
Only Chu Huaixu's eyes suddenly focused, and Xin Jian, who was connected to his mind, gave him a reminder.
"Not completely dead yet?"
His eyes could not see the soul.
But, so what?
I saw Chu Huaixu simply closing his eyes, and then, under the instructions of Xinjian, slashed forward!
The scene not far away was like heat wave ripples in the air on a hot summer day.
Immediately afterwards, black energy rose up and then dissipated, as if something was making a final struggle.
Chu Huaixu dragged his injured body and took a few steps forward.
Han Shuangjiang followed behind him.
He quickly walked to the place where Liu Tianfeng was reduced to ashes, and then looked down at the ground.
Li Chunsong told him that the sect master and his junior uncle sent him down the mountain for training so that he could learn to kill people.
But now he is forced to learn to accept the death of his sect members.
Whether it was Ge Long's death or Liu Tianfeng's death, it happened very suddenly.
It is not very shocking, nor is it very thrilling.
On the contrary, everything seemed rushed.
It seems that death is a hasty thing.
Does Chu Huaixu like Liu Tianfeng?
I don’t like it.
But no matter what, if he had not taken the initiative to cut off his right arm, then the previous knife would probably have fallen on Chu Huaixu.
For some reason, a picture appeared in his mind.
That was Liu Tianfeng’s flattering smile after he determined that he had a monstrous background.
Tsk, just recall it, it’s even more annoying.
But it's strange, obviously he has played "Borrowing Sword" for so long, and he has also witnessed the death of many practitioners in the game,
Including fellow disciples of Chunqiu Mountain.
But I still feel weird.
It can’t be said to be sad or emotional.
But I don’t know how to describe it.
In any case, it is completely different from playing games.
Chu Huaixu just stood there, staring at the broken ground with no expression on his face.
What's even stranger is that he suddenly began to envy Liu Chengqi.
This is the place that makes him most uncomfortable.
"Okay, I promise you." He said in his heart.
At the evil cultivator altar, all the miscellaneous fish have been killed by the Taoist disciples.
Chu Huaixu fed himself two healing elixirs, then walked to Mo Qingmei, squatted down, and stuffed a healing elixir into her mouth.
He guessed that Deacon Mo's consciousness was damaged and he fainted, so he gave him a calming pill.
After entering the elixir, Mo Qingmei woke up slowly not long after.
After learning the general story of the matter, her face looked a little ugly.
In any case, she and Liu Tianfeng have been working together for many years.
She actually had a pretty good impression of Liu Tianfeng before his Taoist companion died.
Hence, she will be more moved and sad.
But, she is a deacon.
At this moment, she must take charge of the overall situation.
Since then, Mo Qingmei stood up and began to give orders, directing everyone to finish here, and personally destroyed the formation on the altar.
She checked the place with great caution and made sure that everything was safe before leaving with everyone.
When she walked out, she did not forget to say to Chu Huaixu: "Chu Huaixu, thank you very much this time."
If it hadn't been for the help of this young man, she would have been injured more seriously this time, even life-threatening.
"Deacon Mo, this is what a disciple should do." He answered.
After saying that, Chu Huaixu suddenly stopped.
"Deacon Mo, before you go out, I hope you will send a message to the two senior brothers outside and let them take a good look at Zhao Qianfeng of the Sword Sect." He said solemnly.
After entering here, I always feel that some details are still strange.
Mo Qingmei is more experienced than him and recognizes this.
She looked at the young man and said, "I have already sent the message."
After everyone left Chixi Stream, they swam to the shore.
The Sword Sect disciple named Zhao Qianfeng, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, fell unconscious on the ground.
"Huh? Are you still taking action?" Chu Huaixu was surprised.
Zhou Yuan and others who were responsible for keeping an eye on him immediately replied: "Junior Brother Chu, no, he suddenly screamed inexplicably and then fell unconscious."
Everyone checked the time and found that when Zhao Qianfeng screamed, it was almost the time when the strange soul was killed by Chu Huaixu.
This makes it look even more fishy.
I saw this young man wearing a black and gold robe, slowly squatting down.
Everyone thought he was going to check on Zhao Qianfeng’s situation, but in the end they heard:
「啪炼体者的无情铁手直接抽到了他的脸上，试图以最简单的方式，将其打醒。
楚槐序的巴掌抽得是那般顺手，仿佛这是他以往常做之
Hence, he saw Zhao Qianfeng squealing but still hadn't woken up, so he immediately slapped him again, this time with the back of his hand, hitting the other side of the face. All the Taoist disciples felt very painful when they saw this scene.
Zhao Qianfeng was beaten to death. After he woke up, he felt a burning pain in his cheeks and his neck was even a little twisted.
Then he saw an extremely indifferent face
Chu Huaixu deliberately waved his right hand in front of him to let him know that the slap was from him.
By this action, you are hinting to him that you have been exposed.
Otherwise, why would you be beaten for no reason if you were unconscious?
The two looked at each other, and Chu Huaixu directly used the power of the Heart Sword.
Zhao Qianfeng felt that what he saw was not a pair of eyes, but an invisible sword, right in front of his eyebrows!
His whole body trembled violently, it was the fear coming from the depths of his soul!
That weird soul had already planted a spiritual imprint on him, so that his consciousness was severely damaged at this moment.
Now facing Xinjian again, he felt like he was about to lose his soul.
"He wants to kill me!" This extremely intuitive feeling arose in his heart.
For some reason, Zhao Qianfeng immediately began to beg for mercy loudly: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"He forced me to do it!" "I'm so scared!"
Ch Huaixu looked at him and squatted quietly in front of him, staring at Zhao Qianfeng for a while, and then said:
"It doesn't matter, you can also be scared now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qianfeng began to struggle.
He said loudly: "You can't kill me, Chu Huaixu, you can't kill me!"
"Yes! You can't kill me!"
"According to the rules of the four major sects, I will be sent back to the Sword Sect and punished according to the rules of the Sword Sect. You can't kill me, you have no right to kill me!"
"I plead guilty, I confess all my crimes!"
Hearing this, Chu Huaixu frowned, and then looked at Mo Qingmei.
Deacon Mo nodded slowly towards him.
The Taoist disciples around him all showed dissatisfaction, and they all wanted to get rid of him quickly!
But for some reason, everyone who was annoyed was looking at Chu Huaixu, as if waiting for his reaction.
Perhaps it was because he was the first to encounter a crisis, or perhaps because he was the one who settled everything in the end.
Prestige is always gradually generated through events.
"Chu Huaixu, come here." Mo Qingmei said.
She called Chu Huaixu aside and told him that the four major sects did have such rules.
The reason why everyone does not destroy it is because if one day, a Taoist disciple encounters something, he will eventually be sent back to the sect and be punished according to the Taoist sect's rules.
"This rule should not be broken, because it is also protecting our own rights and interests." Mo Qingmei said.
"He committed a big crime. After all, you are the leader of Xuanhuang, and Senior Brother Liu is... In short, if he returns to the Sword Sect, he will probably die."
Hearing this, Chu Huaixu frowned, feeling that this was a bit like being extradited to the country.
"As long as he confesses all of his sins, we can't do anything?" he asked.
Mo Qingmei nodded and said, "Yes, we can't lynching him anymore."
She looked at the young man in front of her and wanted to say a few more words, so she persuaded: "I am actually very angry, but if one day my Taoist disciple makes a mistake, if the Sword Sect follows this rule, they will not Use lynching, so you..."
Chu Huaixu looked at her and suddenly asked: "Deacon Mo, you can't use lynching on him, right?"
He confirmed it again.
"Well, right..." She was slightly startled, feeling that something was still wrong.
I saw that Chu Huaixu had already started to turn around and headed towards Zhao Qianfeng.
Zhao Qianfeng had stood up at this moment and was leaning against the tree.
His cheeks were swollen, and he was still a little scared when he saw the black and yellow leader striding towards him.
But this Sword Sect disciple watched Mo Qingmei call Chu Huaixu aside.
He guessed that the Taoist deacon had calmed the other party's emotions and explained the rules clearly to him.
Zhao Qianfeng didn't know if he would still have a way to survive after returning to Jianzong.
But he is obviously a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. It would be good if he can live for a while longer.
While thinking about this, he also noticed that Chu Huaixu looked ugly.
The uglier the other person's face is, the more it means that Deacon Mo is stopping him.
Zhao Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Chu Huaixu looked at him from a distance and said, "It is said that in the world of cultivation, sword cultivators are the proudest group of people, the ones who have the highest self-esteem and feel that they are unparalleled. Among them, sword cultivators from the Sword Sect are even more typical."
After saying this, he looked at Zhao Qianfeng intently.
Zhao Qianfeng suddenly became a little nervous again.
"You...what do you mean?"
He didn't understand what Chu Huaixu meant, but if he just wanted to make a few mocking remarks, that's okay.
However, he soon saw Chu Huaixu walking slowly towards him and walked in front of him.
"What do I mean?"
The next moment, he suddenly raised his palm.
Zhao Qianfeng, whose cheeks were swollen, instinctively raised his hands to block.
He held his natal sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him.
I saw Chu Huaixu's fingers flicking on the scabbard of this spiritual sword.
He knew the inner sword of the sea and slashed it at this moment.
Zhao Qianfeng, the natal sword spirit of this middle-grade spiritual sword, was instantly killed by it!
his natal sword turned into a dead object, his sea of consciousness was in turmoil, and there was endless stinging pain. The foundation of his sword was instantly unstable, and he began to vomit blood.
Chu Huaixu had already turned around, without even looking at Zhao Qianfeng, who was leaning against the tree like a puddle of mud and slowly fell to the ground. He only left one sentence:
"Stop practicing your sword."
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