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Xing Hun didn't react yet, but he felt that the voice was a bit familiar. At this time, he raised his head, and after seeing Bu Feifei's appearance clearly, he immediately lost his voice: "It'syou!!"
But Bu Feifan just glanced at Xinghun lightly, and it was this that immediately made Xinghun shudder all over, and he didn't dare to say a word, but his heart was full of turmoil.
Xinghun stared blankly at Bu Feifan. With his conceit, he would not have lost his composure, but when he recalled the scene of the underground castle of the Mohist family in his mind, he could no longer keep calm.
He will never forget that it is this one look, this gaze, this man, whose gaze was like a god in the past, broke his strongest yin and yang seal with a single palm.
At this time, the others also saw the terrifying appearance of Bu Feifei, who was dressed in blood and hair, and their expressions immediately changed, and they all took a breath of air.
Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but think of the rumors of the two killing gods nearby, one man, one monkey, and Bu Feifan's randomness in urging a one-foot sword light to kill the disciples of the Yinyang family just now.
After a long time, the head of the Tianzong of Taoism, the white-haired master Xiaomeng wearing a green Taoist robe, sighed softly, took a deep look at Bu Feifan, and said: "The head of Confucianism, it is too much."
Bu Feifan smiled faintly, and said, "Yes? This word has never been used before this deity."
"Hand over the Canglong Stone Order, and I will spare you, otherwise, Jiuyou Wujian will send you a party!" Bu Feifei stared at Xinghun coldly, his gaze was as terrifying as a blade.
Xinghun didn't dare to raise his head, and Bu Feifan's gaze was so powerful that he didn't dare to look directly at it.
"Give."
Xing Hun said in a low voice, and obediently threw out the Canglong Stone Token in his hand. In fact, who could know the helplessness and bitterness in his heart.
"Take it."
At the same time, Master Xiaomeng of the Taoist School and Lie Shantang of the Nongjia took the initiative, and at the same time, disciples of the Taoist School and the Nongjia rushed over.
"Hmph! How courageous!"
Bu Feifan's expression was extremely gloomy and cold, and his aura suddenly became as cold as profound ice that would not melt for thousands of years.
As soon as he pointed it out, his literary energy surged immediately, turning into black and white energy. In an instant, the world changed, and everyone was already in a chess world in a blink of an eye.
The world is a chessboard, and human beings are chess pieces.
In the eyes of all Taoist and peasant disciples, Bu Feifan's figure disappeared, and thousands of black and white beams of light fell from the sky, falling on every Taoist and peasant disciple one by one.
In a blink of an eye, the Taoist disciples are white chess pieces, and the farmer disciples are black chess pieces.
The disciples of the two sects started fighting each other.
"What's happening here?"
Grandmaster Xiaomeng of the Taoist school changed his expression drastically. She and the master of Lieshan Hall were stunned by the strange scene in front of them, and they couldn't believe it at all.
In the eyes of every Taoist or peasant disciple, the Taoist and peasant disciples have become Bu Feifan, as if they have become the incarnation of Bu Feifan, and started to attack every Taoist and peasant disciple, so these disciples had to Fight against each other and kill each other.
"This is an illusion of formation!!"
The master of Lie Shan Tang's eyes are about to burst, he is too strong to be controlled by the illusion of the chess world, but the disciples of Lie Shan Tang in his own farm are different.
In the blink of an eye, many of his disciples had been killed or injured, how could he not hate him, his heart was bleeding.
Master Xiaomeng of the Taoist school, with a cold expression, killed the real Bu Feifan.
"Leave them alone. Only by killing this person can this fantasy world be broken, otherwise all the disciples of you and me will die here."
The master of Lieshan Hall was reminded by Grandmaster Xiaomeng, and immediately came to his senses, and killed Bu Feifan.
"You still see clearly!"
Bu Feifan opened his mouth lightly, stretched out his hand and slapped it in an instant, a foot of white light came out of the sheath around his waist, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and he slashed at the Taoist master Xiaomeng.
Grandmaster Xiaomeng was extremely frightened, and he didn't dare to be careless in the face of the one-foot sword glow that kept wandering. He almost suffered from this sword glow before, and he still hasn't forgotten it.
At the same time, Bu Feifan flipped his palm and grasped the Jade and Bamboo Xiao, the majestic literary energy in his body gushed out in an instant, poured into the Jasper and Bamboo Xiao along his fingers, and breathed out through the end of the Jasper and Bamboo Xiao. white light.
Bu Feifan used the jasper jade and bamboo Xiao as his brush, and the world as his drawing board, and suddenly wrote down a word.
The font is picturesque, with strong texture and willow bones.
Bu Feifan wrote impressively.Yan body, that is a "broken" character.
As soon as the word "破" came out, it immediately became bigger against the wind, and in a blink of an eye it turned into the size of an acre of clouds, and charged towards the master of Lieshan Hall with unrivaled domineering force.
Confucianism cultivates the Eight Ways, calligraphy Taoism!
Boom!
The killing intent swirled, and the rumbling sound reverberated across the world.
The master of Lie Shantang held an epee in his hand, and slashed out with a sword. The broad sword stood on the word "bro", and a phantom of a majestic giant mountain appeared behind the master of Lie Shantang.
"Burning Stars!"
"Sword Qi is like a mountain!"
The master of the Lieshan Hall roared, and under his roar, the phantom of the majestic giant mountain suddenly burst into flames that soared into the sky, and the nothingness was distorted and melted by this terrible flame.
"Lie mountain!"
Bu Feifan's word "Po" shook wildly, and collided with the sword energy of the master of Lieshan Hall. The golden font cracked and suddenly turned into countless spots of light.
"good."
Bu Feifan praised.
At this time, Bu Feifan put the jasper bamboo flute in his hand to his mouth, and began to play. The sound of the flute was melodious, high or low, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes melodious. .
Yi Xiao solo!
Boom boom!
Swept by the ripples, the bodies of the Taoist disciples and farm disciples exploded into blood mist with a bang.
Confucianism cultivates the Eight Ways, piano skills Taoism!
The terrifying sonic power rushed in all directions, reverberating throughout the chess world, and when the sonic power arrived in a blink of an eye, a large number of people were killed or injured.
Confucianism cultivates the Eight Ways, and the qin master is actually the temperament, not just limited to one instrument, but refers to all musical instruments with the qin.
At this moment, Bu Feifan played with Xiao, causing heavy casualties among Taoists and farmers.
"You dare to kill my peasant disciple!"
The master of Lie Shan looked ferocious, and charged towards Bu Feifan.
But before he got close, he was swept away by the sound wave force of Bu Feifan's blowing again.
The master of Lie Shantang vomited blood continuously in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"Things like ants dare to question the deity."
Bu Feifei didn't even look at the master of Lieshan Hall. He looked at the Taoist master Xiaomeng. This woman's cultivation is not bad, but of course it can only be regarded as good.
"Do you want to come and try?"
Bu Feifan held the Canglong Stone Token in his hand and said without raising his eyes.
Grandmaster Xiaomeng of Taoism didn't say a word, with a cold face, she glanced at her disciples, and stopped her rushing pace
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