Lei Tianli knew it and quickly came to Liu Xiaoyue and said, "Miss Liu, if you continue to stay here, it will only hinder Chen Feiyu. If you are really worried about him, it is better to avoid it."

Liu Xiaoyue's expression suddenly froze, and her struggle stopped.

Liu Zhan was overjoyed, gave Lei Tianli a complimentary look, and pulled Liu Xiaoyue to retreat quickly.

Lei Tianli stood not far away, protecting Liu Xiaoyue from harm.

Chen Feiyu breathed a little relieved, then his eyes were cold, and the sword intent around him surged again. With the blessing of the purple sword light, both strength and speed were greatly enhanced. The purple sword light flashed and the sword shadow continued to attack Gong Tianque's vital points.

Gong Tianque is not as deep as Musashi Wanli's cultivation, nor is it as fast as Sect Master Li. Faced with Chen Feiyu's lightning fast attack, he could only use the golden sword energy to parry and keep retreating.

Everyone around was shocked. No wonder Chen Feiyu was able to rise quickly. After a one-on-one challenge, even the "late-stage legend" strong man could not resist his sword. As expected, he was famous for his Wuxu Soldier!

On the other hand, the Western Holy See's Vice Pope Morris winked at the heretical referee Marci beside him.

The next moment, Maqi rushed towards Chen Feiyu with great strides, and his burly body stepped on the ground, making a "boom" sound, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Although he was burly, he was extremely fast. He rushed to Chen Feiyu in an instant. Yang Tian roared, clenched his fist as the size of a casserole, and banged heavily at Chen Feiyu.

In an instant, the powerful fist wind made Chen Feiyu's face hurt, and he almost couldn't even open his eyes. The bluestone ground under his feet showed a long crack, extending continuously behind him.

Chen Feiyu frowned, gave up chasing Gong Tianque, swung his sword and slashed at Ma Qi's fist.

With a "clang" sound, Chen Feiyu felt as if he had slashed on the gold and stone... No, even the gold and stone would be slashed in half by a purple sword light. However, when slashed on the opponent's fist, it would not only cause damage, but instead a recoil force came, which made Chen Feiyu's wrist numb and his body surging.

In amazement, Chen Feiyu immediately retreated.

Chen Feiyu moved his numb wrist slightly, and his face was silent, but he was extremely surprised. The purple sword light had surpassed all the magical weapons in the world, but he could not hurt Maqi at all. This heretical referee of the Western Holy See was actually incredibly strong!

March did not chase Chen Feiyu at the first time. Although he was not injured by the purple sword light, there were severe pains in the part that was cut by the purple sword light, which made him grin.

"Marci is a super strong man cultivated by our Western Holy See's countless efforts. Even within the Western Holy See, no one is a match for Marci except the Pope. No, to be precise, no one can hurt him." Morris seemed to see Chen Feiyu's doubts and said with a smile: "Chen Feiyu, you can surrender."

As if to confirm what he said, Maqi rubbed the back of his red and swollen hands, suddenly roared, and waved his fists again and rushed towards Chen Feiyu, as if he was about to smash Chen Feiyu into a pool of meat sauce!

Chen Feiyu raised his finger, and pointed the purple sword light at Maqi, his eyebrows and eyes stern: "I want to see if your body is hard or my sword is fast!"

He immediately trampled up, as if he turned into a purple dragon!
Chapter completed!