Before Feng Yunhong could answer, Ling Luo said with disgust, "Shut up and stop asking nonsense questions. Sect Leader Feng doesn't deserve to have a daughter, and I don't even want to have a father like Feng Yunhong."
She strolled towards Feng Yunhong, her sword moving quickly and fiercely, and the two fought again.
Ling Luo said: "How can you, a coward who has lived in the shadow of your sister all your life and hates and fears women learning swords, be worthy of being my father?!"
Feng Yunhong's eyes turned slightly cold, and he shattered the bone cage with the sword force of supreme pressure. He did not avoid or retreat, and collided with Ling Luo's Sui Mist, sweeping across the entire mountaintop again, causing the mountain to collapse and the ground to crack.
The dragons roared and neither side gave in.
"It seems that you are very angry about not being allowed to learn swordsmanship." Feng Yunhong said calmly, "Since you want to be my daughter, you can't learn divine arts and swordsmanship. I have already warned you and your mother."
Murderous intent emerged in Lingluo's eyes.
"Girls can't learn it, but sons can? Even if it's the son of the lowly Jiaofangsi who you despise the most!" Ling Luo laughed sarcastically, "Master Feng, don't you admit that you haven't walked out of Zuo Bai's shadow until now?"
Feng Yunhong has been strong since he was young.
He likes training and swordsmanship, and was required by the previous head of the family to become the most powerful among all people.
He was spoiled since childhood, but he never lost himself. However, because of his excessive arrogance, he was unable to accept setbacks.
The first setback in life was his half-sister.
When Feng Yunhong was diligently comprehending the magic and sword intent, he saw the girl in the courtyard making sword gestures with both hands. Golden light was emanating from her body. The sword intent, which was a little difficult for him to understand, was gently and actively approaching the girl.
This scene planted a seed in his heart, which slowly sprouted and grew, taking deep root in his life.
Feng Yunhong was already the head of the Feng family when he was twenty years old. He was powerful and scheming.
What one pursues throughout life is to be the strongest person and to ascend to the highest level.
Even though he knew that the woman was his sister's good friend, which made him unhappy, he still rescued her because her family was the oldest lineage of the Curse Immortals in the world.
He told the woman, "From now on, if you follow me, you can protect the remaining bloodline of your clan, and I can also settle the grievances between you and the human world for you."
This clan only practiced spells and laws. The woman's brother broke the rules, participated in human infighting, and cursed a concubine and a general to death. The emperor was furious and vowed to fight the clan to the death.
Feng Yunhong just wanted her family curse at first and had no intention of getting married. But later, his clan urged him to get married, and he had no intention of doing so. He got tired of the urging and married the girl.
Because of his status as a person who was at enmity with the emperor of the human world, his marriage was kept low-key. Even if the elders were unanimously opposed, he would still marry her.
On the wedding night, the woman asked him: "Don't you regret it? What if you find a woman you like in the future..."
"No." He gave the answer before she finished speaking.
The woman was slightly startled, and seemed to smile with her lips pursed: "Then will you like me?"
Feng Yunhong looked at her steadily, reached out and gently pinched her chin, raised her head, and stared into those beautiful eyes again.
He didn't answer.
But he thought he could give it a try.
He also seemed to have had good memories with the woman.
Feng Yunhong never pretends to be good or evil in front of women, and all his ambitions are exposed.
When he learned that his wife had given birth to a girl, Feng Yunhong pursed his lips and smiled.
At that time, he had not yet been completely shrouded by the shadow that had taken root in his heart.
It was not until he saw his one-year-old daughter sleeping soundly, surrounded by golden fluorescent light, that he saw the divine sword power that was most familiar to him.
Feng Yunhong stood at the door and watched expressionlessly, with a shadow covering his entire body.
His daughter is very talented. She was chosen by the divine sword when she was only one year old. She is the first person in the family in thousands of years.
From that day on, the darkness in Feng Yunhong's heart gradually spread, growing bigger and bigger until it swallowed him whole.
Feng Yunhong said to the woman: "Give birth to another child."
The woman initially thought that he wanted to have another child, but when she was about to give birth, she realized that he wanted not only one child, but a boy.
Feng Yunhong did not smile when he learned that his second daughter was born.
He stood outside the door for a moment, then turned and left, not returning all night.
The relationship between him and the woman, which had been getting better and better, gradually broke apart and became stiff and weird.
Feng Yunhong said: "Seal her spiritual veins, she can't learn this sword intent."
The woman was stunned.
"You know I hate that person the most." The disgust in his eyes made the woman tremble in her heart.
She lowered her head and whispered "OK".
The daughter whose spiritual veins were sealed grew up day by day. When she no longer had the aura of divine arts and sword intent, Feng Yunhong could still convince himself to face her.
This is his daughter, not the blind woman.
But the girl finally picked up the sword. Her small body wielded the sword, creating a burst of golden fireflies. The dragon's roar was faint, but it had already appeared.
The girl smiled and called him, "Daddy, I have learned this sword technique!"
In a rage, he cut off the sword in her hand. The sister who saw through her daughter's eyes said coldly: "You are just a waste who can't even hold a sword."
Feng Yunhong's attitude towards children gradually alienated him from women.
Until one day, the woman came to him with red eyes and asked: "Did you want Zuo Bai to marry?"
Feng Yunhong was silent.
The woman was rarely angry: "Is it?"
"So what?" Feng Yunhong looked at him coldly.
"I know you hate her because of the magic sword, but she has lost her spiritual veins. Isn't that enough? Why do you treat her like this! You let her marry a man who hates her, and she was even gouged out of her eyes and cut off her hands--" The woman said, but saw his indifferent face and felt disheartened.
It was no use what she said.
The woman cried and laughed, "Will you do the same to your daughter?"
Feng Yunhong frowned and looked at her: "As long as she doesn't learn the magic sword."
The woman staggered back a step, covered her eyes and laughed: "How dare I... How dare I still have expectations of you..."
The next day, the woman wanted to divorce him.
Feng Yunhong laughed in anger: "Divorce? Where can you go if you leave me? Where is there a place for you in this world?"
“Go back to where you came from,” the woman said calmly, “I don’t need your protection anymore.”
Feng Yunhong felt that he had spoiled her over the years, causing her to forget the fear of being desperate, so he signed the divorce papers.
He wanted to see how long this woman could hold on.
As the woman left, she said, "At the beginning of the year, someone sent me a message asking me to meet him in Nanshan City."
Feng Yunhong looked at her coldly.
The woman continued, "She is a woman from the Xijiu Jiaofangsi, and she said she gave birth to the Feng family's child."
It was the night he learned that his second daughter was born. He was filled with gloom and was the only time he went out to hang out with his friends.
Feng Yunhong ordered his subordinates in front of the woman, "Go and kill them all."
The woman laughed and said, "It's a boy."
Feng Yunhong was slightly startled and frowned. His subordinates stopped when they saw this.
The woman cut off her own retreat, gave up all hope, and left him with her two daughters.
On the day she met the woman from the Music Bureau, she almost killed both mother and son.
Feng Yunhong believed that the woman would come back, so he just waited patiently. However, during this time, he gradually forgot about waiting because he saw the child.
This child was just right in his eyes.
The boy's existence is very similar to him and his sister back then.
Feng Tianyao also has an older sister, a talented sister who can master magic sword skills at the age of one.
Feng Yunhong told himself that he would definitely not lose this time.
So he forgot the existence of women.
The woman who returned to the palace had to deal with the troubles of the human world every day, as well as the revenge of demons caused by her feud with Nanshan Xuehe.
When everyone in the world was talking about how the head of Nanshan Xuehe fell in love with a girl from the Jiaofang Bureau and married her as the head of the sect's wife, the palace was trampled to pieces by demons and cultivators, and his family was destroyed.
Lingluo has been wandering in the human world since the night the palace was engulfed in fire.
She had thought about looking for her father.
But every time she decided to abandon her self-esteem and beg others humbly, she found it hard to accept after hearing people talk about how Master Feng doted on his wife and children.
It can't be done anyway.
Even if she was chased and beaten for stealing a bun, and lived a life worse than a dog, she would not be able to ask for help from the leader of Nanshan Xuehe.
Now she stood in front of Feng Yunhong again with a sword in her hand.
She no longer needed to ask anyone for help.
The sword force on the top of the mountain swept across more and more violently and with higher frequency. The immortal sect disciples who had climbed halfway up the slope gradually felt that something was wrong.
"This doesn't look like a fight with a demon... It's more like a fight between two people who know magic and swordsmanship." Zi Xiu panted, "How can this demon's nest have such a high mountain? It's ridiculous!"
Chu Yi frowned: "Besides Sect Leader Feng and Feng Tianyao, who else knows the divine arts and sword intent?"
Yu Cang shook his head repeatedly: "It can't be that the head of the sect is beating the young master."
Zi Xiu wiped his sweat and said, "I'm afraid your young master's magic and sword skills are not so exquisite."
He looked around and asked, "Where's the fastest one among us?"
Song Yuanyuan shouted: "The sword flew!"
Zi Xiu: “…”
Chu Yi said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you can fly a sword!"
Even if he could fly the sword, the speed would be greatly slowed down because the demonic aura here is too strong.
Ling Luo wanted to make sure Feng Yunhong had no chance to return today, so she used all her strength in her first attack.
When Feng Yunhong was amazed by her swordsmanship, the haze in his heart grew thicker, and it became even more difficult for him to accept Ling Luo's existence.
"Since you have already sent people to monitor me and try to assassinate me, why bother pretending to be so hypocritical?" Ling Luo said with a smile, "Master Feng, don't use your full strength, or you will die."
Feng Yunhong's face was gloomy: "You want to kill me? Use divine sword power?"
"Whether you use divine sword intent or any other sword intent, you will die." Ling Luo pinched her fingers with one hand, and curse patterns emerged from under her feet and spread and expanded.
She glanced at Feng Tianyao who had been standing there in a daze, and Feng Yunhong immediately rushed over to cut off the spreading curse.
Ling Luo couldn't help laughing out loud: "You two really have a deep father-son relationship. Don't worry, Sect Leader Feng. I tortured him severely in my last life, but I don't have much patience in this life."
"Do you think you can kill me with what you have now?" Feng Yunhong was still as arrogant and indifferent as ever. When he looked at Ling Luo, he brought in his inner demons.
What he saw was not his daughter, but the shadow that loomed over him, his sister.
Every fatal sword swing from Ling Luo was offset by the divine barrier in front of Feng Yunhong.
"The barrier of divine protection. All the sword intent of all cultivators in the world cannot kill you." Ling Luo tightened her grip on the sword. "It is the strongest protection bestowed upon mankind by heaven and earth. But heaven was blind and gave it to someone like you."
Feng Yunhong said calmly: "I told you that you can't kill me. Seal the divine sword intent and return to your master. I can pretend that nothing happened today."
"After the divine barrier is broken, can you still have the courage to stand and talk to me?"
Ling Luo raised her eyebrows and smiled.
Feng Yunhong didn't think much about it. He was confident and arrogant: "You can't do it."
Ling Luo looked at him, the trace of demonic energy in her heart was rapidly spreading and dissipating, the mist of time dissipated, and a hint of demonic energy was faintly revealed in the white mist.
In an instant, the surging black demonic energy covered the sky and earth like clouds and waves.
Cultivators cannot break the barrier of divine protection, but demons can.
When the decision was made to kill Feng Yunhong, it was inevitable that Ling Luo would fall into evil.
Feng Tianyao looked at Ling Luo who was surrounded by black air in disbelief: "You..."
Feng Yunhong frowned and looked at Ling Luo with some surprise. He was even a little confused.
wrong.
That woman would never allow herself to be possessed by a demon even if she died!
"I've done it before, and now I'm just doing it again."
Ling Luo laughed softly, and a faint red light appeared in her clear black eyes. Sui Wu screamed. How powerful would it be if she slashed out the most powerful sword in the world in the form of a demon?
The black dragon roared, thunder flashed, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The strongest defense that heaven and earth had bestowed upon mankind, the divine barrier was broken.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect who had rushed over were stunned by the demonic energy and the black dragon surging on the top of the mountain.
"The divine sword power... why is it black?" Song Yuanyuan asked in surprise.
Zi Xiu was also stunned: "Is that demonic energy? The Bone Demon is not dead yet?"
As soon as Yue Liangze landed, he heard Feng Tianyao say miserably: "Dad!"
Feng Yunhong didn't expect that Ling Luo's sword could cut through the barrier of divine protection. The sharp and domineering sword energy slashed towards him, breaking the flesh, cutting off the skeleton, and blood splattered everywhere. The transparent long sword stained with blood did not stop.
Blood was flying everywhere, and some of it flowed down the Suiwu sword.
Feng Yunhong was lifted up into the void, and his mind was affected by the winter mist when he was fighting with the sword. Ling Luo saw the scenes reflected by the sword.
He is a high-spirited young man who travels the world to eliminate demons and defend justice.
It was the young man who saved the woman on a night of blazing fire.
Ling Luo was just like in her previous life. Every time she struck with her sword, she would ask him, "Do you regret it?"
Feng Yunhong was injured by the sword, blood seeping from his clothes, and he groaned. The next sword came in front of him: "Do you have any regrets about her?"
“Stop!” Feng Tianyao collapsed and chopped the barrier with his sword, “Stop it now!”
But Feng Yunhong's barrier stopped him.
Yue Liangze looked at Ling Luo in a daze, who was controlled by killing and violence in the void. She could not see himself in her eyes.
Ling Luo knocked Feng Yunhong down into the void and onto the ground, creating a big hole. There was a crisp sound of broken bones.
The beautiful sword reflected the blood-stained body of the man, who looked in a miserable state.
Ling Luo pointed the sword at Feng Yunhong and said, "Master Feng, pick up the sword!"
Feng Tianyao collapsed and knelt on the ground: "Lingluo! Please, I beg you!"
"Look carefully, the one suppressing you now is not the elder sister you killed, but the daughter you abandoned because of your cowardice." Ling Luo only stared at Feng Yunhong. She enjoyed this moment of pleasure again after a long absence. "Grandma Yu always said that I look more like her than Yuzhi. Looking at my face, can you still remember what your mother looks like?"
The sword blade fixed his limbs, crushing the divine sword intent that tried to protect its master. Lingluo stabbed Feng Tianyao's chest with the long sword. Ignoring Feng Tianyao's crying, she bent down and approached Feng Yunhong and said, "Yuzhi was taken away from you in the flower house. When she tried to ask you for help, you ignored her and left. Why, is it because Yuzhi doesn't look like your mother, so you didn't recognize that she was your daughter? Feng, Zhang, Men."
This is something Lingluo will never be able to forgive Feng Yunhong for.
She didn't dare to face the memories in the Jade Spirit Pearl.
Even though the Jade Spirit Pearl preserved Yuzhi's voice, appearance and smile, she didn't dare to look at her for even a second.
Because Yuzhi saw Feng Yunhong that day.
And Feng Yunhong also saw her.
But he remained indifferent and walked straight past Yuzhi and left.
More and more people reached the top of the mountain.
People looked at the scene before them in disbelief.
"Ling, Lingluo?" Song Yuanyuan felt her heart aching when she saw Lingluo stabbing Feng Yunhong with a sword.
"Master!"
"Young Master!"
The disciples of Nanshan Xuehe were even more horrified.
Ling Luo no longer cared about Feng Yunhong's answer. She stared at the man's gradually dimming eyes.
Feng Yunhong no longer had the strength to speak or the spiritual power to survive. He could only take one last look at the world.
She has really grown up.
Like her mother.
At the last moment of his life, Feng Yunhong remembered the woman he thought would definitely come back.
Ling Luo stood up with an indifferent expression, drew out her sword resolutely and ruthlessly, and splashed the blood on the sword in front of Feng Tianyao.
"Master!"
"Master Feng!"
Ignoring the disciples' screams and cries, Ling Luo walked straight to Zuo Bai and took the Feiting Pearl from her hand.
The Death Mist Gate opened in front of her, and Lingluo walked in without looking back.
She heard Chu Yi calling her name angrily, and heard the familiar sword intent following him, but she still did not turn back.
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