In the face of this sudden change, Feng Yin was stunned at first, and then his face changed drastically, he had just finished the vigorous "exercise", and before he could fully recover, his body was also extremely embarrassed to roll to the side, dodging the blow of this miraculous sharp dagger. By the way, bring a set of clothes, so as not to go naked.

"Yo he, I still know that I'm afraid of going away, wasn't it quite enjoyable just now!" The first raid was unsuccessful, and although Cheng Yufan was a little depressed in his heart, he was quickly covered up. And that sentence made Feng Yin sound more like he was teasing him.

The first attack was inconclusive, and when these words fell, the dagger had disappeared, and it was replaced by the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword.

Idiom Fan himself also knows very well that if he wants to rely on a dagger and destroy this guy with a surprise attack, it is really a fool's dream. Even if there is a trace of heavenly ghost aura on this dagger, it is extremely difficult to do. Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have sat in the position of the boss of this branch for so long.

At the same time, this first sneak attack was just an experiment done by Idiom Fan.

After the dagger was replaced with the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword, the blade of the sword did not stagnate at all, and the person did not stop for half a minute, and suddenly slashed down with the sword. In an instant, a cold glow swept away towards the wind with an extremely precise forty-five degree call.

This blow, before the toes, was even more decisive and ruthless, and it could be described as a drag at all.

At the same time, in addition to this oblique split, a sword qi also burst out. The firelight that swept through the tent roared towards the wind again with lightning speed.

Feng Yin was by no means an idle person, I saw that his pupils shrank slightly, and when the sword light at the inverted forty-five degree angle flashed, it was too late and that it was too fast, and he turned sideways, and the sword qi was close to his chest, and he was so dangerously avoided.

However, what he never expected was that he actually avoided this sword ray, and still left a blood mark on his chest that was neither deep nor shallow.

Feng Yin looked at the blood stain that was neither deep nor shallow, and thought that he had completely avoided it, but he couldn't believe that this blood stain was left behind.

However, this fact was laid out in front of him, and the blood stain was left in this way, imprinted on his chest.

"Who are you?"

Idiom Fan was already completely enraged again and again, and his voice was already full of anger, killing intent, "Why did you kill me, and how did you get in!" Originally, he was going to call the tomb guards outside, but after thinking about it, since this masked boy was able to come in, I am afraid that those tomb guards would have been cleaned up by him a long time ago.

As soon as he thought of this, the anger and killing intent in his heart was even worse, and of course, under this anger and killing intent, there was also a faint fear that slowly rose.

He knew very well that there were a large number of tomb guards outside, including more than a dozen tomb guards. And those tomb guard commanders are all completely fused with the wraiths. Its strength is much higher than that of ordinary tomb guards.

But those tomb guard commanders were all given by this young boy in front of them...... Looking at this young man wearing a mask, the fear was even greater.

Moreover, as far as he knew, the strength of two of the tomb guard commanders was already close to their high-level leaders, and the branch was also preparing to promote these two tomb guard commanders to the new high-level leaders.

"You said three questions," paused slightly, and then said, "Who am I?" The idiom Fan was not salty, and played with the long sword in his hand, "As for who I am, you will know later, and as for how I got in, then you can leave it to ask the old man when you go to the underworld to talk to the king of Hades!"

Talking to Hades?

Hearing such words, the fool knows that this kid in front of him is going to kill him!

"As for your second question, why did you kill you?"

When the words fell, Feng Yin saw a creepy smile on the corner of the kid's mouth, and there was endless indifference and murderous intent in the smirk.

"That's because," the voice paused, and the mask was taken off unhurriedly, and a delicate and slightly childish cheek had already appeared in front of Feng Yin's eyes.

Immediately, looking at the delicate and slightly childish cheeks, Feng Yin was stunned and then stunned, and the mouth was getting bigger and bigger, I am afraid that if I continue to open it like this, my chin will hit the ground. Because, he couldn't believe that at this moment, he would meet such a person in such a place.

He had thought about the scene of "reunion" with the kid in front of him countless times, but he never thought that he would "reunite" at this moment!

"You...... You...... You, idiom fan...... You are an idiom fan!"

Looking at that face, and then at the long sword in Xi Yufan's hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted in astonishment.

Accompanied by the surprise and astonishment on the other side, Idiom Fan actually made a very Western-style etiquette posture, bowed his waist slightly, and a touch of banter resurfaced, and said: "Oh, oops, the little one is really a great honor, and he will be so annoyed that Lord Fengyin is so worried, my little liver is really fluttering with excitement." ”

Idiom Fan's words, if you say how disgusting it is, how disgusting it is, even if you don't take it and stab Feng Yin to death, it is enough to disgust Feng Yin.

In that playful and disgusting speech, there was also a faint glow of fire on the idiom Fan Tianling Fire Thunder Sword, isn't this what the Red Lotus Fire is, oh no, to be precise, it should be the Red Lotus Sin.

How can you use red lotus fire when you get together with such an "old friend"!

At this moment, Fan doesn't want to have a little reservation, he wants to do his best.

As Idiom Fan's words fell, almost unexpectedly, Feng Yin had already seen that the long sword that was still in Idiom Fan's hand before was already like an arrow off the string, shooting towards him.

That speed, extremely fast, was already at the center of his eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

The speed of the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword that shot directly was so fast, and it also carried bursts of red lotus sin karma flames, if you were not careful, you would be completely cold by it, and it would be burned into dust between heaven and earth.

After all, Feng Yin is one of the high-level leaders of the Tomb Gate Inn, and his strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary tomb guards.

Feng Yin's reaction speed was also extremely slow, and he tilted his head slightly, dodging the long sword that flew at a rapid speed, but Rao was like this, dodging the long sword itself, but he was still burned by the red lotus sin karma attached to the long sword, and he left a long flame scar on his face, which made his face burn, and a blood mark was also left on his face.

"Sure enough, it's one of the high-level people of the Tomb Gate Inn, if it's an ordinary person, if it's an ordinary tomb guard or something, he won't have time to react, and he will be cold. Idiom Fan silently calculated in his heart, and at the same time, after the previous trial move, he roughly knew how much the strength of the person with many grievances in front of him had improved.

Seeing the long sword return to Cheng Yufan's hand again, Feng Yin also licked the blood flowing down from his cheek slightly, and its bloody taste suddenly stimulated every inch of his skin and every cell. In Feng Yin's somewhat pale blue eyes, his rich killing intent was unconcealed.

"Boy, it's time to settle the grievances of a few years ago. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, and suddenly his left hand was missing these two fingers, which were the index finger and the ring finger, "This revenge of broken fingers, today I will let you pay the price of blood!"

"Severed Finger Feud?"

Listening to these four words, the expression on Chengyu Fan's face has long since disappeared, leaving only indifference, leaving only coldness, and leaving only the endless hatred of destroying her murderer with her own hands in front of her.

"Hmph, those two severed fingers are just a little interest," the idiom Fan Jianfeng pointed and pointed straight at the center of Feng Yin's eyebrows, "Today, I will take away the principal and the remaining interest!"

"Boy, you're going to regret your decision today, this stupid decision!"

Feng Yin is mouth is corners up, a bloodthirsty smile on his face, "Since you care so much about that chick a few years ago, then Uncle Ben is kind today, and I will send you to be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks below!"