Mu Shaoen opened his eyes, and there was murder in his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Shaoen swung his sword, and the sword light splashed like rain, cutting out a flying blood light in the surging crowd.

Blood makes people fearful when they are awake, but it makes people more angry and crazy when they are angry.

The blood light slashed out by Mu Shaoen made the disciples of Fengming Villa run their respective exercises to the limit, and they fell towards Mu Shaoen without any reservations.

The man must die.

In the face of so many people, attacking him from all directions, there was no reason for him to survive.

But Mu Shaoen's toes hooked the ground slightly, hooking an object from the ground and sending it to his left hand, and then he raised his shield, Lu Ziyan.

Everyone's expressions changed.

They are here to kill Mu Shaoen, and they are also here to save Lu Ziyan, but if they continue to bombard and kill like this, won't they even kill Lu Ziyan together?

reacted quickly and quickly withdrew, and the stamina of suddenly stopping suddenly shocked most people's breath a little disordered, and some serious even vomited blood even when they were shocked by themselves.

Only monks who are confident in their skills are still making moves.

They are confident that they can carry out the most precise strikes on the target and avoid accidentally injuring Lu Ziyan, and there are many of them.

No matter how weak Fengming Mountain Villa is, there are still a large number of seventh-order monks in this hundred years of recuperation, but most of them stay in the early or lower stage.

They still had enough confidence in the face of a seventh-order opponent.

Mu Shaoen watched the attacks falling from all directions.

Knife, sword, fire, light.

The blazing temperature in the air made Mu Shaoen's long hair smell slightly burnt, and Mu Shaoen's forehead even soaked a little beads of sweat, but Mu Shaoen was unmoved.

Mu Shaoen just held Lu Ziyan and blocked Lu Ziyan in front of him, and then turned it slowly, as if he was showing everyone his merits.

Mu Shaoen's actions made everyone even more angry, and all of them urged their true qi to become more and more ferocious, wanting to kill this madman with one blow.

The short distance is a bit painful for everyone.

However, this torment has finally come to an end.

Go to hell.

Feng Changming, who rushed to the front, roared angrily, full of grief and indignation.

For the sake of all the disciples of Fengming Villa who died in vain, and for the future prosperity of Fengming Villa, this sword Feng Changming did not leave any room - even if he wanted to kill Lu Ziyan here, he would not hesitate in the slightest.

Mu Shaoen raised his eyebrows slightly, and then the sword in his hand finally moved.

Mu Shaoen only raised his sword slightly, and then Feng Changming felt that his right arm was suddenly relaxed.

Feng Changming was slightly stunned, and the corner of his eye looked at his right shoulder.

He only saw a crack spread rapidly across his shoulder, followed by a sudden burst of blood from the rift—his entire arm flew out in an instant, and he didn't even hold the Nine Heavens Sword in his hand.

How can it be?

How is this possible?

His sword didn't touch him at all, and he didn't even touch his sword intent and strength, so how could he cut off his arm?

This is ridiculous.

Feng Changming's face was dazed.

He tried to regenerate a new arm, but the flesh of the arm had just coalesced before it exploded into a cloud of flesh and blood—the surface of the wound was clinging to powerful laws that prevented him from healing.

However, in this extremely noisy and disturbing situation at this moment, no one noticed what happened at this moment, because in the next moment, everyone's offensive had already fallen on Mu Shaoen's body, and before that, their offensive had also fallen on Mu Shaoen's body.

At that moment, countless swords collided with the firelight, completely engulfing Mu Shaoen's body, and only his left hand escaped because he was holding Lu Ziyan - but there were still swords falling on his arm, trying to cut off his arm to save Lu Ziyan.

Lu Ziyan looked at everyone, his eyes full of pathos.

He saw Feng Changming's right hand being cut off, and he knew that the truth was indeed as he had guessed.

Therefore, he was even more worried about these fellow disciples and disciples, because he knew best how terrible Mu Shaoen was.

The fire that engulfed Mu Shaoen jumped, the swords crossed, and before they could let out a cheer, from the front of the sword, from the center of the firelight, came a slow-moving force.

This force is extremely soft, but there is also a tenacity in the softness - the greater the external force, the more obvious the toughness of this softness, and how much power is exerted on it, then how much power will inevitably bounce out.

At that moment, everyone's faces became a little panicked and shocked.

Because they haven't been able to understand what's going on -- they can't understand either.

All the swords bent, all the firelight spread outward, and then in an instant, it was as if a storm rolled up, and all the firelight swept away in the direction they were going, and all the swords also bounced out with a force, shaking their masters to stagger back.

At that moment, the more than twenty people who had besieged him retreated and opened one after another, with a look of shock, and collided with the same door that had come later because they had withdrawn their hands, but it was not over - for among the scattered fires and swords stood a figure in black proudly.

The extremely indifferent figure looked at everyone coldly, he was still intact - the black clothes were not even stained with a grain of dust, and the yin and yang fish that slowly swirled around Mu Shaoen brought a chill to everyone, completely enveloping everyone.

"Let's go!" Feng Changming was the first to react and roared angrily.

Fooled, really fooled.

"Where are you going?" a somewhat lazy voice sounded from behind the crowd, and the figure who was supposed to be drinking in the tree had stopped in front of the mountain gate at some point.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, he pressed the wine gourd on his waist with his left hand, held the stopper of the wine gourd with his right hand, slowly pulled out the stopper, and also pulled out a knife.

An extremely long, narrow and extremely thin knife.

The knife was so thin that you could see through the blade of the knife to see things on the other side, thinner than the wings of a cicada, as if there was nothing.

This knife is called drunken Jinchao.

There is wine today, and there is drunkenness today.

There is a vendetta today...... Kill today.

Drunk and unreturning, he drew his sword, and then shot at the first person who rushed to him, extremely brisk, extremely flexible, the blade of the knife dragged a faint hazy trail in the air, and even exuded an alluring mellow aroma - like fine wine, intoxicating.

Then the disciple of Fengming Mountain Villa died, without any pain, without any traces of blood on his body, but his expression was extremely intoxicated, as if he was sleeping soundly in the fragrance of wine.

It's a cliché, but I think I should say it anyway. Drunk and unreturned, he looked at the disciples of Fengming Villa who were rushing towards him in panic and shock, and looked at their frightened faces, "Murderers, people always kill them, you are like this, and so are we." ”

Drunk and unreturned, holding the wine gourd in his left hand and fiercely sending a sip of the liquor into his mouth, and then he stood in place, waving the drunk in his hand gently, like a dancing girl, elegant and brisk, pleasing to the eye.

However, this elegant and beautiful dancing girl is the deadliest poison in the world, bringing the deadliest death wherever she goes.

The knife was very thin, so the wound was not noticeable, and there was no trace of blood on the wound, and it seemed that everyone died peacefully.

But no matter how peaceful death is, it is still death, especially when a person is even more creepy when he accumulates corpses around him while drinking without care.

In front is a drunken blockade that no one can break through, and in the rear is Mu Shaoen's merciless slaughter.

If the drunken knife is an elegant dancing girl, then Mu Shaoen's sword is a murderous butcher.

Mu Shaoen's sword was raised, and Mu Shaoen's fall, accompanied by screams and wails.

Most of the people who died under Mu Shaoen's sword were mutilated, and they were not able to retain their last dignity, only their hideous expressions were frozen on their faces.

Blood splattered Mu Shaoen's face and clothes, but Mu Shaoen was unmoved.

The path he was going ahead was destined for many people to fall, including his old friends and his friends.

He still has to deceive, and he has to betray.

Deceive those who believe in Him, betray those who depend on Him.

Compared to these, killing people is already a very merciful means.

But Mu Shaoen must move forward, and he must move forward by any means.

The sword kept rising and falling, and the blood flowed like a river, and any resistance seemed humble and ridiculous in front of Mu Shaoen.

"I'll fight with you!" Even the personable Feng Xiangtian was red-eyed at the moment, if this continues, it will be the entire Fengming Villa that will die here.

Feng Xiangtian clenched the Nine Song Sword, and the sword fell towards the drunken and unreturned, and Feng Yishu, Long Chen, Song Yeming, and a group of disciples walked forward with him.

He won't be a drunken opponent when he fights alone, but with so many people working together, even if they can't defeat drunken and can't return, they are looking forward to at least breaking the barrier of drunken and returning, and at least allowing some people to rush into the mountain guard.

Drunk and shook his head, if it was a few months ago, he really had no chance of winning in the face of so many people, but after a few months, the degree of integration between him and this ** was a few points higher, and his cultivation was ...... Naturally, it also grew a few points.

Although it has not yet reached the point of Mu Shaoen, he still has enough certainty to intercept these people who have lost their last hope.

Looking at the gorgeous scene of the sky full of flowing fire and phoenixes, he stepped forward without returning, and the drunken in his hand made an elegant arc, and the light light was rolled into the red clouds, and in an instant, a piece of red was diluted, like flowing water.

Drunk and didn't return, he looked at Feng Xiangtian in front of him, and his left wrist also circled and turned into a palm.

Feng Xiangtian was not ready to back down, he wanted to eat this palm to entangle.

But when he collided with the palm, he finally understood how wishful thinking his thoughts were.

With a single palm, he was knocked away like a paper kite, and his enemies showed no effort.

On the contrary, his bones were broken everywhere from the sternum, the meridians were shattered, and blood continued to ooze from all the pores of his body.

This is...... The sky is going to die, and Fengming Villa.

A word to readers:

You can take a look at the movie "A Man Named Ove Decided to Die", which is cliché but really good~

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