At this moment, the stoic face was filled with anger. He wished he could immediately dismember this scoundrel who was made up of pieces of meat. However, his rationality told him to wait a little longer and observe the situation first. Moreover, he also knew that this fellow's strength seemed to be above his.
Feng San continued," But that's fine. But he didn't. After he felt comfortable, he killed Ying!" This beast was inhumane! Kill, kill, kill him!" Feng San glared at him and pointed at the scoundrel with gritted teeth." My Xiao Ying, my Xiao Ying! Give me back my Xiao Ying!"”
The stoic face heard Feng San wail,"My Little Ying, my Little Ying, return my Little Ying!"”，He suddenly thought of his dead sister, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his chest, as if he was about to burn himself to ashes. The stoic face no longer intended to restrain himself. With a raise of his hand, the sword was once again unsheathed, and the Crescent Moon Slash was unleashed with all its might. This was the stoic face's most powerful move at the moment, and it could enter the top 50 sword skills. Moreover, the stoic face had already used all his strength in the process of using it.
As the name suggested, the Crescent Moon Slash gathered a high concentration of spiritual energy in the arm and then transmitted it into the sword from the arm, causing the spiritual energy to stick to the surface. The moment the slash was made, the spiritual energy was instantly released, forming a crescent-shaped white sword shadow according to the angle of the sword's rotation. It was the same principle as the Sword Wave. The difference was that the Sword Wave was a fluctuation produced by the collision of spiritual power in the air, while the Crescent Slash was completely formed by spiritual power. Its power was naturally above the Sword Wave. At the same time, in terms of spiritual power consumption, the Crescent Slash was also several times more than the Sword Wave. As for the sword wind of the same level, the consumption of spiritual power was negligible.
Even so, the burly man named Guru didn't dodge such a powerful slash. After the white light dissipated, everyone around him became quiet, and the hall was even more silent. It turned out that Guru had blocked the sword with one arm. Looking at the blade of the sword, it couldn't even cut into the opponent's skin.
The stoic face felt his heart beating wildly. He couldn't sense which level his opponent's spirit world had reached, much less which level his opponent's spirit meridians had broken through. He only knew that his opponent was much stronger than he looked stupid. It was even possible that he was a monster who had broken through to the next level. Perhaps his spirit meridians had already reached more than sixty levels. At the thought of this, the stoic face turned his gaze to the handsome man on the high platform. He saw that he was quietly looking over with his head open like the others, as if this matter had nothing to do with him and was watching the fire from afar.
Seeing this, the stoic face felt even more uncertain. If the handsome man had already broken through to the breakthrough, then his reaction to the scene in front of him should be at the same level, or he should be slightly looking up. However, he did not react, or it could be said that he could not see the feelings in his heart at this moment. This was the worst. What did this mean? Did this mean that this man called Guru was weaker than him? Or higher than him?
The stoic face retracted his gaze and began to carefully observe the face of this man called Guru, guessing his true strength. At the same time, he was highly vigilant of his every move, in case he was insta-killed by his opponent.
Who knew that the brawny man didn't pay any attention to the stoic face, who was still in a daze. His muscles trembled slightly, and the sword that was pressing on his arm bounced off. With just this light flick, the stoic face felt as if the sword in his hand was about to fall out of his hand. It could be seen how much strength he had used just now!
Then, with a flash, the stoic face's expression was still frozen in the previous second, and he flew out. It was as fast as lightning and smashed into the wall 80 meters away.
This restaurant was called the Red Phoenix Restaurant. After a hundred years of prosperity, it had not been built for two reasons. One was the restaurant's signboard, and the other was that this building was too sturdy. The outer walls were made of square White Astral Stones that were more than one meter thick. In other words, its actual thickness was two meters. It was made of two pieces of White Astral Stones that were staggered. One could imagine how sturdy it was. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as impregnable.
However, today, it was smashed into a pit. There were four walls, and the first three were only 20 centimeters thick like normal walls. They were all shattered at the same time, like a stone piercing through three pieces of paper. The last wall was the outer wall of the Red Phoenix Restaurant, which was made of two White Astral Stones stacked on top of each other. Currently, the stoic face was lying inside. The surrounding broken stones were peeling off from the wall behind him. The stoic face had already spat out blood. His white eyelids rolled up as he stared ahead without moving.
The dent was more than half a meter deep. From the outside of the building, a large piece of the flat wall had protruded out. It looked very terrifying! At this moment, the passers-by all raised their heads and looked at the top floor of the Red Phoenix Restaurant in unison.
Night Moon Soul felt a pain in his heart when he saw the paralyzed face in such a miserable state. Light blue spiritual mist surrounded his eyes again, and spiritual pressure expanded. The entire hall on the sixth floor was instantly enveloped by a powerful pressure. Everyone began to feel dry and breathless, as if there was an ocean above their heads, and they were already at the bottom of it.
" Stop…" The stoic face struggled from the pit with all his might, trying to get up, but he failed several times. He muttered with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth," I want…I want to kill him with my own hands! Kill him!" The murmur suddenly turned into a roar. At that moment, the anger and hatred that had been deposited in the heart of the stoic face finally erupted. His sister was dead, and this fact could no longer be changed. To him, he was like a bucket. As time passed, the water in the bucket became more and more, and now it finally overflowed.
If the thing that killed his sister was an invisible thing, then he could imagine this invisible thing to be anything: A sword, a bowl, a stone, or a person-this person in front of him.
That was his everything. That was the answer to his life. That was his dignity. That was his everything. -- It was all his fault for being too weak! he said to himself.
Guru looked in that direction. A second later, he walked over.
"Stop!" Night Moon Soul called out to him.
Guru stopped and turned around, looking at them expressionlessly.
"I'll chop you up." Night Moon Soul said. His eyes instantly became serious, but the ocean-like spiritual pressure disappeared.
"Sure," Gru smiled, turned around, and walked over.
"Before that, let me ask you, why are you so evil?”Ye Yuehun looked at his face and asked.
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"Ahhhhh!" Feng San hugged his head and knelt on the ground, crying," Ahhh He felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling on his body.
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