"Master, the five hundred billion has been transferred to the account of Xue Yunfei, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect!"

Chen.

The housekeeper Chen Bang came to the study and said a word to Chen Jingqiu.

"I don't know what happened this time, the CBRC did not investigate the whereabouts of the money, two days earlier than we expected. ”

Burst!

Chen Jingqiu directly spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and his face was extremely pale.

It's 2:34 p.m.

If, if the money could be credited to Xue Yunfei's account ten minutes earlier, his son would not have to die miserably.

"You go down first!" Chen Jingqiu waved his hand, then took out his mobile phone again and dialed Xue Yunfei's number: "The money has arrived, when can I see Luo Fan's head?"

Xue Yunfei: "At eight o'clock tonight, the head will be delivered on time!"

"I want to see Luo Fan killed with my own eyes, I want to cut him with a thousand knives!" Chen Jingqiu roared, his eyes bursting with hideous killing intent.

"At eight o'clock tonight, come to No. 38 Dongting Street. ”

"Good. Chen Jingqiu hung up the phone as he spoke, and then sent a text message to Huang Youlong, Jiang Qingyun, and Zhao Yunlong.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, gather at No. 38 Dongting Street.

That is, the old house of the Luo family.

The climate is impermanent, like fate.

No one knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the unexpected.

An autumn rain fell mercilessly, taking away the few dead leaves on the plane trees in the courtyard.

It also indicates that a real cold winter is coming.

The four seasons change, and the cycle repeats, is for reincarnation.

Inside the old mansion.

Old-fashioned light bulbs glow a warm yellow.

Although it was not as comfortable as the light of energy-saving lamps, it was what Luo Fan remembered.

The soup in the hot pot of the copper stove in front of him was boiling and making a gurgling sound.

The boy sat quietly, sipping on the fatty slices of meat on his plate.

Listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the tiles and eating shabu-shabu, the atmosphere is not bad.

"I really didn't expect that you would still be in the mood to eat hot pot when you were dying!" A cold voice sounded, and Xue Yunfei stepped into the Luo family's old mansion with one hand behind his back.

Although the raindrops were dense, he was not wet by the rain.

You can clearly see that there is a primordial infant power emanating from his surroundings, resisting the invasion of rain.

"It's not me who died, why can't I eat hot pot?" Luo Fan shook his head with a smile, then took a sip of wine from the wine glass in front of him, and didn't look at the other party during the whole process.

"The surname Luo, you don't want to be arrogant, this is the young master of the Divine Sword Sect, known as the Crazy Knife Xue Yunfei, he is a strong man at the peak of the Yuan Infant Stage, and today, he will definitely kill you. Outside the fence courtyard, Chen Jingqiu stood under a black umbrella, his face hideous to the extreme.

Huang Youlong: "Yes, if you kill my beloved daughter, the old man will cut you with a thousand knives, only in this way can I vent the killing intent in my heart!"

Jiang Qingyun clenched his fists: "Luo Fan, you are just a casual cultivator, your strength is certainly not bad, but how can you be our opponent? You will pay a heavy price for your previous actions." I don't want to cut you with a thousand knives, I want to eat your flesh and your blood, and use it to pay tribute to my son who died tragically, and to my elders of the Jiang family. ”

"You are just a pariah, and it was a great honor for us to have your mother. You are not ashamed to say that you want us to carry the coffin for her? A slut, what qualifications do you have for us to carry the coffin for her? Is she worthy?" Zhao Yunlong sneered.

The corners of Luo Fan's mouth rose: "There are five major families involved in the events of the year, and now the Li family has been wiped out, the Chen family has lost a son, the Huang family has lost a daughter, and the Jiang family has lost an elder." Only your Zhao family hasn't paid the price yet, it seems that you want to feel the pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person!"

"I just want to feel the pain of losing a child, there is a kind of you fulfilling me!" Zhao Yunlong laughed: "With the presence of Master Xue Shaomen, you can't be presumptuous here!"

Zhao Yunlong's only son, Zhao Tairan, sighed: "Luo Fan, I beg you to kill me, okay? Do you know how tired I am living? I have been carrying a golden key since I was born, and I am known as one of the five heroes of Yanzhou." People only see me glamorous and detached, but they ignore my appearance and talent. If you could, I hope you could kill me. ”

"As you wish!"

Luo Fan's eyes froze, and a powerful momentum converged in his body.

The Luo family's old house stopped the rain at this moment.

Looking up, an invisible curtain of light shrouded the sky above the Luo family's old house, and all the rain gathered together and turned into a rain sword about one meter long.

Although the sword is made of rainwater, it gives people a sense of oppression that is almost suffocating.

It was as if the sword could tear through the sky.

Rao is void couldn't withstand the sword intent of this sword, and he kept trembling, looking like he would be annihilated at any time.

Luo Fan looked at Zhao Yunlong with interest: "I'm going to kill your son!"

"With Master Xue Shaomen present, you won't succeed. Zhao Yunlong sneered and was fearless.

Xue Yunfei held his right hand in the air, and a bright tiger-headed long knife appeared in the palm of his hand, the blade was dark, and it emitted a cold cold light.

Especially the sky-high sword intent, which made the patriarchs of the four major families all feel a sense of fear, and a thick layer of goosebumps rose on their bodies.

They knew that Xue Yunfei was the young master of the Divine Sword Sect, but they never expected his strength to be so strong, just the aura he exuded made them want to bow and worship.

This is the true supreme power.

Xue Yunfei had an indifferent expression on his face: "Luo Fan, are you ignoring the master of this young sect? With me here, it is impossible for you to hurt them in the slightest." Even if your strength is very good, it is impossible for you to be the opponent of this young master. I, Xue Yunfei, am known as a genius in Yanzhou who has not been born for a hundred years, how can you stop me?" Speaking of this, a powerful momentum erupted all over the body.

A terrifying aura rushed into the sky, slamming into the long sword made of raindrops.

"Yanzhou?"

"A genius who hasn't been born in a hundred years?"

Luo Fan smiled and shook his head, he had seen many amazing existences, but no one dared to show off his achievements in front of him.

Xue Yunfei shouted in a low voice: "I feel that you are insulting me!"

Luo Fan: "Being insulted by me is also a kind of strength, you don't have this qualification!"

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and Xue Yunfei's momentum collided with the rain sword in the air.

It's just that the picture that people expected did not appear.

The rain sword was suspended in mid-air, standing still, like the sword of the gods.

As soon as Xue Yunfei's momentum touched the rain sword, he turned into a phantom and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Oh no, this guy is a master!"

At this moment, Xue Yunfei's face showed a shocked meaning that could not be concealed, and he turned around and wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong.

"How can I come to my Luo family when you say you come and leave as soon as you say?" Luo Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The rain sword slashed out of thin air.

Yes!

With a terrible scream, a red rain of blood fell from the sky.

Kill a peak powerhouse in the infancy stage in one move.

This method deeply shocked everyone.

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