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Chapter 100 Using force to control the sword(2/2)

He is still too weak!

He couldn't save Luo Fenggu.

There was no way to even put him down.

"Old man Luo!"

At this time, Shen Hongyi and the other two people also rushed up and kept slashing at the lingering sword energy.

"Why! Why not! Ah!"

After being swallowed up by the feeling of powerlessness, several people fell to their knees on the ground, tears streaming down their eyes.

"Don't...don't cry! Disciples of Wuhen Peak, if you bleed, you won't shed tears..."

Luo Fenggu was exhausted and said this.

"Old man, stop talking! Save your life, we will save you and leave!" Shen Hongyi said with red eyes.

Luo Fenggu shook his head.

"I...can't do it! The person who hurt me should be back soon. You are no match for him. Hurry...go!"

Feng Wuchen's consciousness entered his body and asked to the second floor of Longyuan: "Can you kill the fish and dragon?"

territory?"

"Yes! But it requires more sword power!"

Looking at the crumbling chains around him, Feng Wuchen sighed.

If we inject sword intent into this tower again, this existence on the second level will probably break through the blockade, right?

Now is not the time!

After returning to consciousness, Luo Fenggu was seen struggling to open his mouth.

"I can die! But the inheritance of Wuhen Peak... cannot be interrupted! The four of you are the future of Wuhen Peak. You must not die here! You must not!"

Speaking of this, suddenly.

The wind and clouds above Wuhen Peak changed color, and countless black clouds gathered into one group and began to rotate rapidly, forming a terrifying vortex.

"That man...that man is back...go quickly!"

Feeling the heart-stopping power in the sky, everyone's faces turned pale.

Fish and dragon realm!

For them today, it is still too far away!

If you wait for that person to come back!

They must die!

Feng Wuchen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

It took a long while before a sentence came out of his mouth.

"On the road to sword cultivation, there is no retreat!"

Luo Fenggu was stunned for a moment, staring at Feng Wuchen with the two bloody holes on his face for a long time before he took the trouble to speak.

"That's right! The way to practice swordsmanship is to advance without retreating! However, fighting that man to the death and hitting the stone with an egg is really what you call progress?"

"It's all over when you die, and only those who are alive will bear everything! To die is to escape! To retreat! To be a coward! Keep your life and avenge Wuhen Peak, that is what the real sword cultivator does !”

This hysteria exhausted Luo Fenggu's last strength.

Its vitality is even weaker!

It's different from hiding in the past.

At this moment, he was really not going to die for a long time.

Feeling the pressure in the air becoming more solid.

Feng Wuchen was silent for a long time, clenching his fists tightly and swallowing all the anger and unwillingness into his stomach.

Immediately, he turned around suddenly.

One word came out heavily from his mouth:
Chapter completed!
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