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"All of you, go down and kill those Nascent Soul cultivators!" At this time, one of the remaining cultivators spoke to the Nascent Soul cultivators beside him with a cold expression. One of his targets was Bu Jian.

"Haha, Brother Wan, don't worry. Let's kill them immediately!" Bu Jian patted his chest with an expression on his face. After that, a flying sword appeared in front of him like a bright silver spring.

"This is …" A warm, dusty flying sword? " Chen Feng looked at the glowing flying sword in Bu Jian's hand and suddenly frowned.

How could Bu Jian hold the warm dust of the flying sword?

Chen Feng clearly remembered that Wen Chen's flying sword had been cut off by the Blue Wind Dagger, a Spirit Treasure, in order to save Bai Muxue. Later on, in order for Wen Chen to obtain a spot in the Grand Cloud Dragon Mountain Competition, the Sect Leader of the Light Sword Sect specifically gave her a high-grade treasure flying sword.

On the way to Cangzhou City, Chen Feng was already familiar with Wen Chen. Naturally, he recognized this flying sword as the one belonging to Wen Chen.

"Could it be that Wen Chen and the others have already encountered an accident?" A wave of unease suddenly flashed across Chen Feng's heart. His gaze locked onto Bu Jian as his feet moved and shot toward Bu Jian.

At this moment, Bu Jian was battling the youngest of the two mid Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Flying sword flew everywhere, sword qi was sharp, and the style was exquisite. After a few moves, he was able to push back the middle Nascent Soul stage cultivator, and was about to lose his life.

"Go to hell!" Bu Jian arrogantly bellowed and stabbed the flying sword in his hand toward Wen Chen.

However, in the next moment, Bu Jian's expression stiffened.

His sword, which he was so determined to win, couldn't go any further. No matter how much more strength he used, the flying sword seemed to be stuck in this space and didn't move at all.

Looking at where the flying sword went, he saw that there were two fingers on the tip of the flying sword.

His two slender but firm fingers held the tip of the sword gently. He looked weak, but in reality, he had the power of Mount Tai.

"This... "Chen Feng, why is it you!" Bu Jian looked at the man before him with a face filled with shock.

"Brother Wan, save me!"

In the next moment, his right hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, suddenly scattered. He flew towards the Awakened Berserker in the air without looking back.

However, before his feet could leave the ground, Chen Feng's hand had already arrived long ago. It grabbed onto Bu Jian's neck as casually as lifting a frightened little chick.

"Tell me, why is Wen Chen's flying sword here?" Chen Feng brought Bu Jian up in front of him and coldly asked. That voice seemed to come from hell, causing Bu Jian's heart to shiver.

"I …" Bu Jian's face was filled with fear. He wanted to say something, but he hesitated. It was as if he was worried about something.

"You're not going to say it, right?" Chen Feng's face revealed a devilish smile. Without any hesitation, he gripped the tip of the flying sword and used the edge of the sword to slowly approach Bu Jian's throat. It was as if Bu Jian's neck would be cut open in the next moment.

Bu Jian widened his eyes as he stared at Chen Feng's stern face. His heart was filled with panic.

He knew that Chen Feng was definitely not scaring him. This sword would definitely not hesitate to slash down.

Bu Jian wanted to struggle, but he discovered that being in Chen Feng's hands, he was as weak as mud.

Under the immense fear, Bu Jian's psychological defenses instantly crumbled.

"No, I will speak, I will speak!" Bu Jian shouted with his eyes closed, like a frog that was about to be dismembered.

"They captured us not long after we teleported over. Wen Chen has already been crippled by them. I wonder if he's still alive." Bu Jian hurriedly shouted. He was afraid that if he was one step too slow, he would ruin Chen Feng's evil scheme.

"And you?" Why are you still alive and well? " Chen Feng sneered as he looked at Bu Jian. The killing intent in his eyes was obvious.

"I …" Bu Jian opened his mouth but did not say anything.

"Ha ha-ha, he didn't die because he had pledged his allegiance to us. He was as loyal as a dog. He could even kill his own companions!" Just as Bu Jian was unable to say anything, the person who did not participate in the battle in midair arrogantly laughed out loud.

"Is that so?" Chen Feng looked at Bu Jian, but there was not a trace of emotion in his voice.

Bu Jian opened his mouth in an attempt to defend himself. However, when he saw Chen Feng's ice-cold gaze, he could no longer say anything.

"I understand!" Chen Feng suddenly laughed. "You're betraying your companions, damn you!"

A bloody light flashed as Bu Jian's head flew up. From the hole in his neck, a stream of blood shot up to three meters high.

In the next moment, a nascent soul flew out from Bu Jian's corpse. It was Bu Jian's nascent soul.

"Brother Wan, save me!" The nascent soul miserably flew into the outburst in mid-air, its eyes full of pleading.

However, Big Brother Wan looked coldly at his nascent soul flying over with an indifferent expression.

He never treated Bu Jian as one of his own. He was only in the middle level of the Nascent Soul Stage. If he died, then so be it. It was not a big deal.

Seeing Big Brother Wan's attitude, Bu Jian finally gave up all hope. He laughed crazily, "Hahaha, I didn't expect that I, Bu Jian, would end up like this. Wan Cang Yun, Chen Feng, if you don't let me off, I will definitely make you suffer!"

As he spoke, Bu Jian's nascent soul began to expand. Within the constantly expanding nascent soul, waves of destructive energy were brewing.

"Self-destruct?" Chen Feng frowned. He had not expected Bu Jian, who feared death, to choose this step.

The explosion of a Nascent Soul was much more powerful than the explosion of a Nascent Soul pill. If he really was allowed to explode, then even a few of the cultivators at the Awakening Realm would die along with him!

"Hahaha, you want to self-destruct in front of your father?" Wan Cang Yun laughed sinisterly, and a flute suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Wuuuuuu ~ ~ ~"

The next moment, a deep sound of a flute could be heard. For a time, whether it was the retainers or the Nascent Soul cultivators, all of them felt their heads go numb. Their body's true essence circulation became unstable and their movements became sluggish.

Chen Feng frowned. "Soul Sucking Demon Sound?"

Powerful spiritual energy instantly formed a protective screen in front of Chen Feng, preventing the flute music from affecting him.

Following the sound of the flute, the originally swelling Nascent Soul of Bu Jian swiftly dried up like a deflated ball. The divine light in the Nascent Soul's eyes also gradually dimmed.

The sound of the flute was actually able to quickly extinguish the remnant souls attached to Bu Fang's Nascent Soul.

"Damn it! You're still not stopping?! I'm going to die from the pain!" The fatty's face turned red as he cursed loudly.

However, Wan Cang Yun ignored him, and the flute in his mouth continued to flute music as a flying sword appeared in front of him. It was a low grade spirit artifact.

All of a sudden, he controlled the flute in one hand and the flying sword in the other, and flew towards Galaxy, where he was having a difficult time battling Fatty.

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