Chapter 117: Fei Peng's Birth
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Although he has Feipeng's fighting skills and some of Longyang's memories, Jingtian is still just an ordinary person.
He had experienced a zombie rampage before, which had exhausted him greatly.
Jingtian has not yet transformed from an ordinary person into a hero, so holding the sword, he can only shout in the most primitive way to give himself courage.
He looked like a common man who knew nothing, but Jingtian, who rushed forward shouting, was not an ordinary man.
It was a set of exquisite sword moves. Jingtian didn't even know how he used them. It seemed as if the sword had become a part of his body.
Wherever Jingtian wants to attack, the tip of the sword will definitely hit that place.
Chonglou did not use his wrist blade, he used the magic sword.
The two men directly used swordsmanship to fight each other, and their physical fitness was only one level higher than that of ordinary people.
But despite this, the battle between the two sides quickly became unclear to the people around them.
It was as if countless meteors were colliding, the intersection between the sword blades produced a large amount of sparks, and the air continued to make exploding sounds.
Jingtian didn’t know what was happening to him. His mind was now extremely focused, and he felt as if he had been fighting with the opponent for countless years.
Fighting is as easy as eating and drinking.
Chonglou's face was filled with excitement and laughter, "Yes, that's it!
Feipeng, I feel your power again, this feeling really intoxicates me!
Fei Peng! Release all your strength to me!"
Chonglou used the magic sword in his hand as a stick and kept swinging it. Jingtian's attacks were mostly parries, as the opponent's attacks were too crazy.
However, Jingtian is not Feipeng after all. When Chonglou was fighting hard, the demon-suppressing sword in Jingtian's hand became numb due to continuous collisions.
The Demon-Slaying Sword was bounced away by one sword, while Chonglou's sword landed steadily on Jingtian's neck.
Jingtian looked at his trembling right hand, smiled uglier than crying and said, "Brother, I am just an ordinary person.
You won this time too. So, can we stop fighting? You've already won."
Jingtian now just wants to end this nightmare quickly. Although he has gained his sister, the problem is that he has encountered such a fierce god.
He couldn't beat the opponent, so he could only hope that the other party would let him go.
Chonglou's face looked a little ugly. He forgot one thing, although he had suppressed his cultivation to the same level as today.
But Jingtian is still a mortal after all, and the opponent's physical strength and physical strength are too weak.
Being able to fight with him for one minute was already the limit, which made him very dissatisfied. How could Jingtian not even last one minute?
Chonglou didn't say much, but stretched out his hand towards the Shushan Hall behind him.
The powerful absorption force was released in Chonglou's hands.
Then a helmet in the hall appeared in Chonglou's hand. It was the helmet of the divine general Feipeng.
Chonglou threw the helmet to Jingtian. Jingtian caught the helmet with trembling hands and looked at Chonglou in a daze.
Chonglou simply said: "Put on this helmet, it can allow you to temporarily restore the power of the divine general Fei Peng."
Jingtian looked at the helmet and felt that the other party would not lie to him, so he subconsciously wanted to put on the helmet.
But at this moment, Changmei stopped him and said, "Jingtian, once you put on this helmet, you will most likely not be yourself anymore."
Jingtian looked at the helmet with some fear, then turned around and asked, "Old man Changmei, what did you say?" Changmei sighed and said, "This is your previous life, that is, the helmet of General Fei Peng. It contains General Fei Peng's divine consciousness. Once you put on the helmet,
This divine thought will most likely merge with your soul. Although you are still Jingtian, Feipeng's memories of tens of thousands of years will cover you, turning you into another person."
This is not a matter of possession. It is simply a very long memory pouring into the brain, making the brief mortal memory become a drop in the ocean.
Jingtian looked at the helmet in his hand. Although he didn't quite understand, he could hear the warning in the words of the long-browed old man.
At this time, Long Kui reached out and took Jing Tian's arm, and said in a worried tone: "Royal brother."
Long Kui didn't want to see her brother become another person just after he remembered her.
She didn't know who the divine general Fei Peng was, she only knew that after that he might no longer be her royal brother.
Looking at the worried Long Kui, then at the injured Xu Changqing and the three old men.
Jingtian has always been a timid person. At this moment, he wanted to retreat, but he couldn't do it anymore.
Jingtian gritted his teeth, raised the silver-white helmet and said, "That's just a possibility, you can't be sure.
Hey, Red Hair, tell me, if I put on this helmet, will I no longer be myself?
Looking at Jingtian holding up the helmet, it looked like he was holding up a guillotine.
Chonglou smiled and said, "The old man is right. You are very likely not to be yourself anymore. Of course, you also have a 30% chance of staying awake."
Jingtian looked at the helmet with a fanatical look in his eyes, the look of a gambler.
"Thirty percent, that's enough!"
Then Jingtian put the silver helmet on his head.
The next moment, a set of silver armor automatically appeared on Jingtian's body.
At the same time, Jingtian, who originally had a crazy look on his face, became extremely calm.
At the same time, he closed his eyes, and the Demon-Slaying Sword that was knocked away automatically fell into Jingtian's hands.
Looking at the general with his eyes closed in front of him, Chonglou was not in a hurry, but stood quietly waiting for Feipeng to recover.
Whether it was Long Kui or Xu Changqing, or the three elders, they all looked at Jingtian with worry.
About ten seconds later, Jingtian slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were no longer human, but instead were filled with divinity and indifference towards all living things.
Fei Peng looked at Chong Lou, with a rare smile on his face, and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, Chong Lou. I didn't expect you to come to the underworld to look for me."
Chonglou laughed and said, "You bastard, you could have challenged the Heavenly Court directly, but you just let yourself be demoted. You are such a fool.
Now that you have finally recovered, why don't you join forces with me and I will nominate you to be the Emperor of Heaven."
Fei Peng shook his head and said, “Chonglou, you still like to be lawless like this. The Three Realms need order, and all living things also need order.
Of course I must be banished to the lower world because I violated the laws of heaven. This is my own choice."
"Tsk, I don't care about that. My hands are itching now. Come and fight with me!"
There is only Fei Peng in Chonglou's eyes. Over the years, only Fei Peng can make him want to fight.
However, Fei Peng did not accept the challenge as he had done in the past. Instead, he shook his head and said, "If you want me to fight you, you have to agree to one condition of mine."
(End of this chapter)