"Go to the side." Chu Yang impatiently waved his hand at her and lectured: "Your Brother Yang is lecturing people, what are you doing?"
After a pause, he continued: "Little Fei, where was I just now? Let's continue! "
"Little sheep!" Chu Fei was not angry, he just pretended to be angry: "You have grown up now, come, let me see how capable you are."
Chu Yang slightly hesitated, he was a little afraid of attacking his brother's fragile spirit. His brother was only at the 9th level of the Origin Martial Realm, it could be said that he had been crippled. Now, it was very likely that he was not Chu Yang's opponent, when the time comes, the gap would be too big …
Especially before, he was still a little sheep, he was afraid that his brother's heart would be even more uncomfortable.
"What are you waiting for, little sheep, hurry up and come out, let me see your ability."
Chu Fei had already walked into the courtyard.
"I am Chu Yang's brother, how can he be so unbearable, is it appropriate for me to look down on him?"
This thought flashed, Chu Yang once again said casually: "I say, Little Fei, what's the hurry, the time to fight for power has already arrived, you have to hand over the power even if you don't want to. I'm just worried that when you lose too miserably, you can only hide in a corner and cry, draw circles and curse me."
Bang!
Chu Yunlong really couldn't bear to look at Chu Yang's indecent behavior, so he directly kicked him out.
Roar!
In an instant, Chu Fei made his move!
The virtual shadows of nine ferocious tigers appeared behind him. Then, he punched Chu Yang, and an astonishing airwave bombarded Chu Yang.
"Little Fei, you have been temporarily crippled, you don't have much strength, don't show off."
Chu Yang was like a boulder, the Qi wave had no effect on him, it was cut open by his body and rolled out from both sides. With a snap, he grabbed Chu Fei's fist with one hand and did not move an inch.
"Peak of the 6th level of the Origin Martial Realm, above the power of nine tigers!"
Chu Fei was shocked. He hadn't used his full strength, and neither had Chu Yang.
"Little Brother, be careful. This is the Splashing Wind Water Blade!"
Splashing Wind Water Splitting Blade. This blade technique was Chu Fei's famous blade technique. It was also the martial skill he was most proficient in.
Chu Fei's Martial Spirits were a Saber Martial Spirit, a White Tiger Martial Spirit, and an unknown Tree Martial Spirit.
Splashing Wind Breaking Water Blade — the word "splashing" in it was a kind of catharsis, but also a kind of berserk. Wind was swift, there was nothing it couldn't reach. Wind covered all directions, there was nowhere it couldn't reach. Breaking was a kind of fierceness, it was a kind of killing, it could cut off a person's hand, cut off a person's head, cut off a person's life.
Generally, such a saber technique would have to be laid down with a saber technique in order to fully display the power of this saber technique. This was just like how everything had a cause. It would gradually become more and more intense until a conflict broke out and reached the peak of the incident. It was impossible for an incident to reach a climax without any reason.
Chu Yang watched as his big brother, Chu Fei, unleashed his saber technique in an instant. There wasn't any warm-up, yet his saber technique had reached the peak in an instant.
Just this move alone was enough to make Chu Yang admire him.
"Little Fei, Big Brother Yang doesn't want to criticize you, but your body really can't take it anymore. You haven't conquered a single woman and you haven't even had a son. Just like your saber technique, it's completely useless. Don't you think you're a failure?"
Chu Yang's words were flowery, but his movements weren't the least bit sluggish. In an instant, he had changed eight arms, each of them thrusting out with a sword.
"Great Thousand-Leaf Hands, Great Perfection!"
Chu Fei's pupils shrank. In an instant, their arms collided like swords and sabers. In an instant, Chu Fei felt as if every blade he had thrown out had been intercepted by Chu Yang's sword. It felt as if every blade had touched the blade of his saber.
He was fast, but so was Chu Yang. Furthermore, his attacks were accurate and steady. Luo Yunyang didn't feel any hope.
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