Zhou Chen drew his sword against him, not out of personal grudge, but out of loyalty, and definitely not a villain, so Ning Fan did not blame Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen gave Ning Fan a lesson in Taoism, and Ning Fan was naturally grateful.

But at this moment, both sides are fighting with each other, showing no mercy and both need to go all out.

Ning Fan's eyes became more focused, and Zhou Chen's heart sank into the Begonia Wood Sword.

Zhou Chen had a reason to draw his sword, while Ning Fan had the determination to save Luo You.

This is a battle of skills, but it can allude to the blood shadow of all cultivation.

Too many times, in order to compete for limited cultivation resources and to protect their own ways, monks have to fight and kill, and have no choice.

"Sword rises!"

Zhou Chen suddenly raised his sword, with murderous intent like clouds. Before he activated his sword intention, the sword energy struck Ning Fan in the face, enough to kill ordinary Qiuxu!

Ning Fan's eyes were slightly startled. This sword energy was definitely released by Zhou Chen unintentionally. The sword energy released unintentionally was enough to kill Wenxu Wenxu. If the sword energy was released with full force, wouldn't it be possible to kill even Wenxu instantly?

No wonder the two Yudian Lianxu were so frightened when they heard Zhou Chen's name, as if they had heard some nightmare.

Don't think that Zhou Chen is still one step away from being able to overcome the void, but in fact, in his hands, he has already lost the lives of several candidates, and even one of them!

Unless for some special reasons, this person would never stay in the realm of Wenxu. Although he is not as perverted as Yun Tianjue, he is definitely a sword cultivator in the Rain Realm!

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

The sword energy released casually hit Ning Fan's chest, causing ripples of thunder.

Relying on the strength of the thunder armor, Ning Fan blocked these casual sword energy, but Ning Fan knew that what was truly unstoppable was the strongest sword energy released by Zhou Chen with the help of the weakest sword!

Zhou Chen, raise your hand.

This sword intention is coming!

"No. Retreat quickly!"

The three Qiuxu fled in horror almost instantly. It was not until they withdrew from Leichen Pavilion that they felt a little relieved.

There was no need for Hongyi to run away, but he sighed for the first time when he saw Zhou Chen's sword intention that had not changed for ten thousand years and became more and more persistent.

"Zhou Chen, you are still as stubborn as before... I have wiped out your memories four times for you, but you will never forget the past. If you can forget, you were already a Chongxu ten thousand years ago, and you are already a Chongxu now.

Suixu, my elder, you have the highest qualifications..."

Hong Yi's indifferent personality would make Zhou Chen frustrated, which shows how highly qualified this person is.

Hongyi just sighed and immediately returned to his usual indifference. He looked at Ning Fan quietly, with all his attention focused on Ning Fan.

"How many years can you survive Zhou Chen's sword intention? If you can survive for a hundred years, I will rescue you. If you cannot survive, I will let you suffer a little and make you anger me many times before.

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After Hong Yi said this, he even frowned.

Weird... Why did I take revenge on Ning Fan? Was it the one that transformed among the thousands of thunder grasses that was causing trouble?

"It's a bit tricky..." It's indeed tricky. In the past, Hongyi was as cold as ice. After his soul became extremely powerful, in order not to affect his original intention, he subdivided all the soul into grass. The grass and trees are ruthless, and the soul is unified.

There will be no love in Japan.

Helplessly, a thunder plant happened to be touched by someone, and it transformed into a human being, with a heart and feelings.

For Hong Yi, who practices the ruthless way, this love is poisonous. Even traces of past memories are brought up by that trace of emotion.

"I'm not Ning Honghong, I'm Hong Yi..." Hong Yi frowned and used Su Lei's Memory Extinguishing Technique again to destroy the trace of memory he had just recovered.

She used to be Ning Honghong, but now, she is no longer. She wants to be herself!

The heartbeat of that moment was wiped out at will and returned to peace.

"If he lasts 'a hundred years', I can save him, just for the great cause. If he dies in 'ten years', there is no point in rescuing him and there is no use value."

Hongyi's tone turned cold and ruthless again.

Ning Fan looked at Zhou Chen and the reddish wooden sword, his sense of crisis getting stronger and stronger.

The next moment, Zhou Chen's sword intent was like a tide, drowning Ning Fan.

A cold, sad old voice read out each word from Zhou Chen's mouth.

"Four styles of the Sad Sword, the first style, ten years of life and death!"

The sword intent, which was like a tide, completely ignored the solidity of the thunder armor and directly invaded Ning Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Fan recalled that the level of artistic conception was the second step, far above Zhou Chen's sixth level sword intention.

But his understanding of artistic conception is far less profound than Zhou Chen's.

Because Zhou Chen's sword intention was integrated into his sorrow of practicing Taoism for thousands of years.

That sorrow, irreparable and impossible to express, turned into the most painful sword intent, which could break the monk's heart.

Ning Fan's eyes were dull. For just a moment, it seemed as if he had experienced ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, and tens of thousands of years.

It was a memory as sad as a sword, belonging to Zhou Chen alone.

Ning Fan's mind was blocked by the sword.

His mind was lost in a fictional world.

The place where he stood was a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

His appearance changed drastically, and he was now a 16-year-old boy carrying a sword. However, this boy's appearance was completely different from Ning Fan, but somewhat similar to Zhou Chen.

Ning Fan's head was dizzy and he couldn't remember the past.

A trace of the power of recalling the artistic conception flowed in the sea of ​​consciousness. After a moment, his eyes became clear and he recognized the residual dream here.

Zhou Chen never dreamed that the power of Ning Fan's artistic conception was memories, and he was awakened in Zhou Chen's memories!

"This is the world of Zhou Chen's sword intention. The outside world's sword intention only touches it for a moment, but this is the deepest part of consciousness. A moment can be artificially stretched for thousands of years. Here, it is like a dream... sinking here

In this dream of sword intent, no one can escape, except to be killed by Zhou Chen's ten thousand swords. And I, with the help of the power of recalling the artistic conception, wake up! Zhou Chen, I missed it!"

Ning Fan stood under a weeping crabapple tree, which grew at the entrance of a small mountain village.

Behind the crabapple tree, a girl in pink clothes walked out from behind the tree shyly and smiled sweetly at Ning Fan.

The girl has delicate features, high black hair, and a scar on the left side of her face. However, her beauty is not concealed.

She looked at Ning Fan, her eyes were so crazy and emotional.

"Brother Chen, I heard that you have been spotted by the immortal master of Chiyue Sword Sect and will soon be accepted as a disciple of the immortal master. Congratulations..."

There was deep tenderness in the girl's beautiful eyes. But Ning Fan was unmoved, feeling slightly bored.

Although he is passionate, he is not passionate enough to fall in love with any woman he has never met, even in a dream.

"I am not Zhou Chen." Ning Fan spoke coldly. He scanned the world and walked towards the outside of the village, looking for a way to break the sword consciousness lock.

When he was about to leave the village, he was suddenly pulled by the woman Rou Xi.

"Brother Chen, dad said that if you join the Immortal Sect and become an immortal master, you will become rich and powerful. If you save me, you won't want me. I don't believe it at first, but, but... you..."

The girl was so sad that she cried so much that she didn't know what to do.

Her smile was just a forced expression of joy. Who would like her lover to leave her side?

"I'm not Zhou Chen!"

Ning Fan turned around coldly, but when he saw the woman's face clearly again, his heart suddenly softened.

It seems that in order to make Ning Fan fall into a dream, the woman's appearance also changed into a paper crane in cooperation.

"Brother Chen... don't go..." The girl's body was as soft as a bone, and she knelt on the ground helplessly and begged.

"Zhihe!" Ning Fan's eyes were cold. He didn't like someone plotting against his woman, even in a dream, he wouldn't allow it!

"Who is Zhihe? I am not Zhihe, I am Haitang, Mu Haitang!" The girl stood up as if she was angry, so angry that Ning Fan called her by the wrong name again.

When Zhou Chen was a boy, he liked to play tricks on Mu Haitang. He would often deliberately call her by the wrong name to make her angry and then make her laugh.

The residual dream that happened in front of Ning Fan's eyes was the sorrow of Zhou Chen's sword intention.

Zhou Chen wanted to use his own sadness to create a fantasy dream that would imprison Ning Fan's mind and make him sink into sadness, with thousands of swords piercing his heart.

This is the strongest sword intention of sorrow.

"No matter what, using paper cranes to fight me makes me unhappy after all. But speaking of it, this is my fantasy. Zhou Chen's sword intention should just make me dream of the Taoist couple, not intentionally.

...He can't see my dream, but I can see his past! From this perspective, if I break his residual dream, I will defeat his sword!"

Knowing that Zhou Chen did not intentionally design the paper crane, Ning Fan's anger subsided slightly and he gently helped Mu Haitang up.

No matter what, at this moment Mu Haitang is the paper crane, and Ning Fan is Zhou Chen.

Although the names are different, in Ning Fan's eyes, the paper crane is the paper crane and no one can hurt it.

Zhou Chen's lingering dream ended in sadness, as his lover must have suffered a misfortune, leaving him alone for thousands of years and unable to erase the pain.

Ning Fan wants to break the residual dream, but at the same time he does not allow Mu Haitang, who has transformed into a paper crane, to be harmed in any way.

He picked up Mu Haitang and protected it in front of him, his eyes showing gentleness.
To be continued...