After I failed, I became the darling of the entire sect’s genius group.

Jian Wuya's stern eyes fell on the two of them, exuding a faint killing intent.

Obviously, Jian Wuya did not give them the right to refuse.

Fu Xuefeng looked at Tang Xinghui, the Seven Star Sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword intent spread out unconsciously.

It's hard to imagine that this is an injured person.

"Junior Brother Tang, let's start."

Fuxue Feng spoke calmly, as if he was out of touch. His eyes seemed to fall on Tang Xinghui, and seemed to pass through him, looking into the distance.

He is having an epiphany!

Tang Xinghui was shocked. Although the techniques previously demonstrated by Jian Wuya were only a glimpse of the swordsmanship gained by a newly promoted Immortal Lord Heng for nearly a thousand years, they were enough to further advance Fuxuefeng's swordsmanship practice.

Fu Xuefeng closed his eyes for ten breaths, and then he opened them again, and this time, Tang Xinghui was shocked by the sword intent in his eyes.

Tang Xinghui, who was still somewhat reluctant to retreat, also became serious.

He pulled out his sword and said, "Senior brother, be careful."

Practical combat is the best way to consolidate the insights you just gained. Tang Xinghui also wanted to see what Fu Xuefeng had comprehended.

The sword came out, and fierce sword intent wrapped around the sword body. Tang Xinghui's sword intent was very reserved and almost did not emanate, but this did not mean that he was timid to compete with others.

Out of a tacit understanding, neither of them used any spiritual power and only fought with swordsmanship.

Tang Xinghui took a step forward and slashed out with Wuhua's sword.

Fu Xuefeng thrust out his sword, and the brilliance shined brightly.

But Tang Xinghui didn't take it to heart. He had the sword bone in his arms and could see that the sword was incomplete.

But a faint light flashed in Jian Wuya's sharp eyes.

"Hmm...interesting!"

when!

The two swords collided together. Tang Xinghui thought that his sword would knock Fuxue Feng away, but he was afraid of hurting Fuxue Feng, so he retained some strength.

However, it was him who flew out upside down.

He looked at his numb arm in shock, and in his mind, he instantly replayed Fu Xuefeng's sword attack dozens of times.

"How can this be?"

"The sword just now was indeed damaged, but it was also perfect!"

"Damaged and perfect, why can this sword have both?"

Tang Xinghui was still in shock. In the corner of his eye, Fuxue Feng's figure suddenly blurred.

Tang Xinghui raised his head in surprise. He actually relaxed his vigilance during the battle!

He raised his eyes and saw countless rosy lights and shadows in his eyes, which were the afterimages left by Fuxue Feng's rapid movement.

At this moment, he actually found that he could not lock Fuxue Feng's figure, and vaguely heard his soft whisper.

"Tianyan Sword Technique, the fourth style - Shaking Light Qingming."

In Tang Xinghui's eyes, there was only a cloud of blue clouds left in the world.

call out!

The sudden sword struck out from the blue clouds, touched an inch on his chest, and stopped.

"Junior brother, you are distracted."

Tang Xinghui was still in shock. He was born with a sword bone, but he was unable to capture the sword body from the green clouds. Such a thing had never happened before.

It wasn't until a few breaths passed that Tang Xinghui came back to his senses, let go of the sword, and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, Tang Xinghui discovered that Fu Xuefeng was the real Taoist killer in Tianyan Academy. At that moment, his Taoist heart was actually in turmoil.

From a certain perspective, he is even more evil than Si Xuanli. Si Xuanli's kind is too far away to be elusive. But Fu Xuefeng is close by, but he is always stronger than you.

"Senior brother, you are so strong." Tang Xinghui said, with countless emotions in his heart that cannot be described in words.

Fu Xuefeng withdrew his sword and stood quietly in front of Tang Xinghui. Didn’t answer the call and didn’t leave.

"boring."

Jian Wuya's eyes fell on Tang Xinghui, and he was no longer interested. He turned around and walked into the courtyard behind him.

After Jian Wuya left, Tang Xinghui felt a little uncomfortable, but smiled and said to Fuxue Feng:

"Senior brother, congratulations, your swordsmanship has improved again. It's so powerful that it scares me away."

Fuxuefeng looked at Tang Xinghui. Such words may be acceptable to others, but coming from the mouth of Tang Xinghui, a swordsman genius surrounded by stars, it was so abnormal.

"Junior brother, you are wrong. It's not that I am strong, but that you are weak."

"What?"

Tang Xinghui didn't expect Fuxuefeng to say that, and was stunned for a moment.

He wanted to say something, but there was a faint feeling of depression in his chest. Fuxue Feng seemed to have said the right thing.

He was silent, not knowing what to say. There seemed to be thoughts in his mind, but they were like a mess.

At this moment, suddenly, a rainbow light lit up in the courtyard behind them.

This strange rainbow light interrupted the two of them, and they were both stunned. Then, in their induction, Jian Wuya's aura suddenly fluctuated rapidly.

……

A small courtyard in front is the only building on the Immortal Killing Cliff. Fuxue Feng and Tang Xinghui stepped into the courtyard carefully.

Stepping into the courtyard, you will see a pink world in front of you.

It was a huge peach tree, with astonishingly blooming flowers. The peach blossoms that bent the branches fell down from time to time, and the ground below was full of pink petals.

Fuxuefeng and Tang Xinghui were both stunned. It was hard to imagine that this could be Jian Wuya's residence.

The two of them walked forward again, and the door of the main room was open.

The two of them stood in front of the door, and what they could see were several sets of women's dresses hanging on human-shaped shelves.

These dresses were quite graceful and had an air of immortality, but considering the identity of the owner of this room... they immediately felt a sense of disharmony.

They sensed the entire room and did not sense any woman's breath. That is to say...

"No way, does Master actually... have that kind of hobby?" Tang Xinghui trembled.

"Master...?" Fuxuefeng called out softly.

There was no response, and the two of them walked inside. They still didn't see Jian Wuya, and his breath pointed to the back of the house.

There is an open small door at the back of the house. Looking out from the small door, what you see is a sea of ​​pink that is the same as the front yard.

In the center of the ocean, there is a pool. In the water, there is an illusory female figure, not even a hair naked, and the important part of the body is blocked by the peach blossoms of a tree.

She was talking softly to Jian Wuya.

She seemed to be in her mid-teens, lively and cute, and when she spoke softly, she had the ability to make fish sink and geese fall, as if she didn't know it. Even Jian Wuya's expression when he looked at her was filled with tenderness.

Tang Xinghui was stunned. He didn't expect Jian Wuya to have a tender side.

Fuxuefeng looked at the woman in shock and said blankly: "Demon!"

"What!" Tang Xinghui was shocked.

At this time, the woman's illusory body gradually solidified, and at the same time, a faint demonic aura slowly emitted from her body.

She hugged Jian Wuya and spoke softly.

"Master, thank you for giving up your soul and resurrecting me. From now on, you and I, master and disciple, can stay together until the end of the world..."