The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

It was another snowy night. Chen Fan and Wangyou cuddled together in the ruined temple to warm each other. The outside was a roaring cold wind, and there were whimpers from time to time.

Tonight's ruined temple welcomed four uninvited guests.

They are the ruffians in the city. They have long coveted the beauty of forgetting their worries. They borrowed some alcohol tonight and wanted to do something wrong.

"Hey, old beggar, you are about to die at your age, so don't take over such a small beauty. How about giving your brother some fun?"

One of the men with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks licked his lips and said that the light of licentiousness was already shooting out of his eyes.

The same is true for the other three people. They all have hatchets in their hands, obviously they are fully prepared and do not give Chen Fan any chance to react.

Once resisted, the four brave men might even violently kill.

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan sighed unchecked.

He knows, and sees the test he has gone through in this illusion.

"Succubus, you really deserve to be the mysterious energy that absorbs the negative emotions in the world, and the grasp of the human heart is really wonderful."

Chen Fan muttered to himself, feeling the fear of forgetting worry on the side, and sighed insignificantly.

Turning his head and glanced at Wangyou, he saw tears in those **** and white eyes.

Wangyou seemed to hand everything over to Chen Fan, and he stayed aside without saying a word.

But that look made Chen Fan remember many things he had forgotten.

He thought of his father who was beheaded on the day of his wedding, and of his mother who looked straight at him before he died.

And Xin'er, the woman who still felt heartache even after Chen Fan knew that it was an illusion.

The scene when that head flew up and down seemed to be still before Chen Fan's eyes, and the despair at that moment seemed to be yesterday.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan thought of the late Emperor Xia Guo, the best friend of his life, and thought of him lying on the ground, staring into his eyes.

Thinking back, the world in his eyes once again transformed into the ruined temple under him. The four ruffians had already ignored the others, dropped their hatchets and swarmed toward Wangyou.

The worrisome cry constantly filled Chen Fan's mind, making him involuntarily think of all these experiences the two had experienced.

Suddenly, Chen Fan sighed again, he slowly got up and said, "Succubus, you have won!"

After speaking, Chen Fan picked up the hatchet on the ground, and with a calm expression on his face, he chopped off the head of the sharp-mouthed monkey who was talking before.

"Puff..."

The blood was sprayed several feet high immediately, and the other three were frightened. They knelt down and knelt and said, "The old beggar forgive me, forgive me, we...we haven't done anything yet, look at that little beggar. The clothes are still there."

Chen Fan didn't seem to pay any attention to the words of the three scumbags, so he moved gently, one by one, and cut off their heads.

His expression is calm and he doesn't care at all. At this moment, he... has realized!

"This is Chen's first murder in this world. I don't regret or fear. Some people should be killed, then I will kill!"

When Chen Fan's voice fell, he looked back at Wang You, and the other party slowly got up, tears already raining down at this moment.

"Do you know that in order to save me, you are going to live forever and perish here, and make a choice between killing or being killed forever? Is it worth it?"

Chen Fan slowly shook his head, he smiled: "I still like the original you."

"As for whether you asked me whether it was worth it, what I want to say is that any choice is nothing more than asking yourself. The first two times, the big marriage and treason, I hesitated, but this time, I asked myself and I couldn't let you. .. or the original forgiveness and suffering, so I shot it!"