Zhuo Lixing's expression remained unchanged, but his heart surged.

Feijian Pavilion is not an ordinary sect, it is a hermit sect and a hidden sect that protects the country. It will not be born unless the country of Dayun Jiangshan is shaken.

Since the founding of the Dayun Dynasty, disciples of Feijian Pavilion have only been born three times, and they have decided the world with one sword and have never failed.

In the eyes of Feijian Pavilion disciples, all the martial arts masters in the world are no different than ten-year-old children. Even though they are wielding magical weapons, they are not threatening.

The flying sword from Feijian Pavilion is a sword of the gods, not a secular sword.

The swordsmanship of secular martial arts is like being reduced to one dimension when a sword comes flying from the sky, without any threat.

This time I was ordered to leave the cabinet and deal with two major threats, one was the monk Fakong, and the other was Li Ying, the secretary of the Southern Supervision Department...

The former is famous throughout the world for his majesty, while the latter is famous for his fierce reputation and outstanding swordsmanship.

He adhered to the order of easy things first and difficult things later, and solved Fa Kong first, lest Monk Fakong really had magical powers and used his magical powers to help Li Ying escape, and he would have to spend a lot of time chasing and killing him.

Feijian Pavilion has always been hiding in seclusion. Now that he has come out of the mountain, in this mortal world, no one else knows his identity except the emperor.

Unexpectedly, Monk Fakong's magical power was more powerful than imagined, and he even revealed his identity at once.

This monk Fakong is not just transporting spirits and playing blind tricks. He does have magical powers.

His eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking down at Fa Kong from high altitude, and he said slowly: "Very good, I admire you!"

Fakong smiled and said: "It's just a small skill, but Mr. Zhuo is too confident. He came directly like this. You should have led me out first."

"Haha..." Zhuo Lixing laughed.

Why go to such trouble to kill someone yourself? Just go straight to the point and kill them without going through unnecessary circles.

Fakong said: "Mr. Zhuo comes from Feijian Pavilion. His swordsmanship is outstanding. Isn't it called Tianwai Feilai Sword?"

Zhuo Lixing said: "What else does Master Fakong know?"

Fakong said: "I also know that Mr. Zhuo will not take action."

"Haha..." Zhuo Lixing laughed.

Fakong looked at him with a smile.

Xu Qingluo pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing. She just stared at Zhuo Lixing with her big eyes burning, trying to see through Zhuo Lixing.

Lin Feiyang frowned, ready to make a move.

He felt a huge threat, but he still showed no fear and ignored his instinct of danger.

As long as Dharma exists, he has no fear of life or death.

He firmly believed that the rejuvenation spell could save him.

Fu Qinghe's face was solemn, his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his whole body tensed up, like a bow and arrow ready to go.

The warning signs in his heart kept surging, reminding him to run for his life as there was no chance of winning.

He knew that he would definitely die if he took action.

Maybe he can't catch this Zhuo Lixing with even one move.

Faning stood in front of Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu, his burly bear-like body just enough to cover them from facing Zhuo Lixing head-on.

His honest face was tense at this moment, and there was actually a surge of evil spirit. This was his instinctive reaction when he sensed danger.

Zhuo Lixing's loud laughter echoed around, but the people around him didn't seem to hear it and continued to do their own things and say their own words.

Some were fighting and stirring the wine, some were chatting and laughing, some were arguing with red faces, and some were lowering their heads and whispering with understanding smiles.

We are so close, it's like two worlds.

Fakong said: "Mr. Zhuo is over two hundred years old, right?"

"Then guess how much I am worth two hundred?"

"Two hundred and twenty-eight years old." Fakong sighed with emotion: "Mr. Zhuo is the oldest person I have ever met. I have always respected the elderly. Just like the last time the masters from the Duntian Pavilion came, they didn't

It’s really not easy to be a killer and live to this age.”

Zhuo Lixing suppressed his smile: "Do you think I am too old to wield a sword?"

Fakong shook his head: "I just think that at such an age, why do you have to force yourself to fight and kill? Wouldn't it be better to live as long as you can?"

Zhuo Lixing chuckled: "It doesn't take any effort to kill you, and it doesn't involve a beating."

He turned around and looked around: "Are you waiting for help? No matter how powerful the master is, he can't help you. Your life will be taken today."

"Emperor Dayun personally gave the order?" Fakong looked calm and said gently: "Do you have to kill me?"

"What you did to Dayun is really a disaster. Of course I will kill you." Zhuo Lixing said: "That's how it is if you are too prosperous. You still need to know a little bit about the way of being humble and hiding the edge. Unfortunately, you know too much now.

It’s too late, I’ll try to understand it better in my next life.”

Fakong said: "Don't Emperor Dayun think about it, if he gets a terminal disease, or if the concubine, the queen mother, the prince and the grandson get a terminal disease and there is no cure, saving my life is equivalent to saving their lives?"

"Haha..." Zhuo Lixing laughed: "Are you begging for mercy?"

Fakong shook his head and said: "I don't want Emperor Dayun to regret it, and it's also for Mr. Zhuo's good, so as not to be angered in the future."

It was definitely Emperor Dayun who gave the order to dispatch the elders of Feijian Pavilion to assassinate him.

Zhuo Lixing had a ridiculous look on his face and shook his head: "It's useless, you will definitely die today."

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the hilt of the sword.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes suddenly brightened, and she had already decided to take action, using the secret technique of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra to restrain Zhuo Lixing.

Suddenly Fakong's voice sounded in her ears: "Wait a minute and see his sword skills."

Xu Qingluo said in her heart: "Master, just put him down!"

She felt that Zhuo Lixing's mental strength was not too strong and she could handle it well enough, so there was really no need to take this risk.

Feijian Pavilion, as soon as she heard the name and Fang Kong's expression, she knew that Zhuo Lixing's swordsmanship was extremely powerful.

To be on the safe side, there is no need to let Zhuo Lixing draw his sword.

If the Yuan Mysterious Sword of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra is used, it will be enough to make Zhuo Lixing pass out directly and not even wake up.

Fa Kong's voice rang in her heart: "His swordsmanship is wonderful and rare in the world. You should also experience it."

"...Yes." Xu Qingluo agreed helplessly.

She was faintly worried and looked at Zhuo Lixing intently.

Zhuo Lixing suddenly turned his head and looked over.

But he saw a beautiful woman with a black robe and a jade face climbing up the stairs, wearing a long sword at her waist, like a weak willow supporting the wind.

It is Li Ying.

Li Ying didn't seem to expect Fakong and the others to appear. She was startled, stopped, and looked over with a frown.

Her crystal-white jade face was quickly covered with frost. She stared coldly at Fa Kong, sneered, and pressed her jade hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Fakong's face also darkened, and he looked at her solemnly.

Zhuo Lixing noticed something strange about him, turned his head to look curiously, then released the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Very good!"

Xu Qingluo turned to look at Fakong: "Master, do you still want to endure it?"

Zhuo Lixing went too far. He was so distracted at this moment that he was about to draw his sword but let go of the hilt, not caring about his master at all.

Obviously, he regards Master as a piece of cake and can eat whatever he wants without worrying about Master's counterattack.

Li Ying looked at Zhuo Lixing.

Zhuo Lixing's eyes were burning like two balls of flame, and his face was cold.

He looked down upon Fa Kong with indifference, but looked at Li Ying with disgust.

Xu Qingluo frowned and said in her heart: "Master, this guy is a bit weird."

As long as you are a man, regardless of your age, you may have various thoughts when you see a beautiful woman like Sister Li, but you will rarely feel disgusted.

"I have been hurt in love and by beautiful women, so I particularly hate beautiful women and feel that there is nothing good about beautiful women." Fakong said in her heart.

Xu Qingluo snorted: "It's inexplicable."

The idea of ​​hating all beauties because the one who hurt you is a beauty is too extreme.

Fakong said: "He has been hurt by more than one woman."

"Looking at his handsome appearance, it shouldn't be..."

"It's bad luck and you meet unkind people."

"That's really pitiful."

Li Ying looked at Zhuo Lixing solemnly: "Who are you?"

Zhuo Lixing said coldly: "The person who takes your life!"

Li Ying gently drew out the long sword, the sword was as full as water, and said lightly: "A master of Dayun?"

Zhuo Lixing glanced at Fakong and said calmly: "You two come together... Is Fakong the helping hand you found?"
To be continued...