The sky was full of sword rain, pouring down.

Murong Feng tore the rain curtain lightly, smashed the gods and Buddhas of the heavens with one punch, and stood alone in front of the Dharma Body of King Ming, motionless as a mountain.

"Hao Lian Bobo has the thirty-two qualities of King Kong, jumping out of the nine grades and three realms, and can invite the Dharma Body of King Ming, Ke'er, you are young, and you can have such a creation, and my uncle is really happy for you. ”

Murong Ke's only remaining soul and soul have disappeared between heaven and earth, and his body has become a Buddha. The Dharma Body of Baizhang Ming King was silent, bowing his head and looking at the Poisonous Sword Immortal compassionately, his eyes full of pity.

The Dharma body raised one hand high, over the top of the head, the hand into a drag seal, one side of the evil seal is visible, the golden light is shining, there are strange patterns on it, like flowing water slowly, a whisper of the Buddha resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then smashed down from top to bottom.

Murong Feng was slightly distracted, as if he remembered something, his face was contemplative, and when the evil seal on that side reached three feet above his head, he hurriedly raised his fist to the sky.

There was a loud bang, the air waves rolled, the evil seal on that side was torn apart, the strange patterns scattered and disappeared, and the low singing of the Buddha came to an abrupt end.

"It's just rootless duckweed, usually the Divine Heaven Realm will be tricky when it sees it, and it can only disappear when it encounters strong winds and waves. ”

Murong Feng's figure flashed, and he had already come to the body of King Ming's law, volleying in the air, and the law's body put his hands together, bringing up the sound of whirring wind, and he actually wanted to suppress it with both hands.

The Poison Sword Immortal snorted coldly, grabbed it through the void, as if he had grabbed the two arms of King Ming's law body, and suddenly exerted his strength, and the two huge arms were torn off by force, and there was a trace of purple gold at the fracture.

The road is one foot high, the demon is one foot high, and the lord of the Western Regions is really that higher devil!

King Ming's Dharma Body didn't seem to feel pain, he still had a compassionate face, his huge body leaned forward, and smashed Murong Feng with his eyebrows.

The poisonous sword immortal did not move or flash, stretched out one hand, and let the Ming Wang's law body fall down, and the smashing of the Baizhang famous king's law body was tantamount to the divine power of heaven and earth falling on the body, the body of the poisonous sword fairy was smashed down, and when the foot was still three feet away from the inside, it seemed that the famous king's law body that was invincible and could shake the sun and the moon was difficult to enter.

With a loud shout, a ball of brilliant brilliance exploded in the palm of the poisonous sword immortal's hand, and with a sharp pull, the entire head of the Ming King Dharma God was torn off and left behind, and the compassionate face began to disappear, and the huge body also turned into countless willow-like light spots, and a white-clothed corner fell from the sky and fell in front of Murong Feng, which was the only object left when Murong Ke was dying.

Murong Feng stepped on the corner of the white clothes and walked into the military horse town.

It appeared silently, and the poisonous sword fairy appeared in the house quietly, glanced at the pomegranate tree in the house, and was dressed like the wind, and stood in the hall the next moment, his thin and straight figure blocked all the sunlight, half of his body was bloody, and he was full of murderous energy, and the entire hall instantly darkened.

Xuan'er stood up with a loud bang, her little hands clenched, and subconsciously blocked in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Murong Feng glanced at her lightly, the poisonous sword immortal's glance was a murderous glance, and an incomparable fierce sword aura swept towards the little palace maid's fair-skinned neck.

Xuan'er's eyes widened, full of astonishment, and then she only felt that her body couldn't help but move, a white light flashed in front of her, and a sound of breaking the air sounded, and the tables and chairs on both sides of her body were all broken and shattered into countless debris, and the splintering sword qi fragments were inlaid and collapsed into the vermilion pillars in the hall, as if they had been bitten by a fierce beast.

Murong Feng narrowed his eyes: "Wei Mocheng has buried a trace of sword intent in your body, and all the invincible people in Tai'an City attach great importance to you, a little girl." ”

I don't know that Xuan'er, who has been closed by the ghost gate for a while, is ignorant and a little confused.

If you can't kill someone at one glance, then at the second sight, there is no reason for the poisonous sword immortal to kill, and I don't believe that Wei Mocheng can still bury a second sword intent in the little girl's body, even if the Tai'an City defender is angry and has the heart to bury the double dragon qi luck into her body, with the qualifications and bones of the little girl in front of her, it will not be blessed, but it will be the end of the body explosion and death.

"Mr. Murong, why do you need to care about this moment when you kill someone?" Li Xiuce propped his hands on the table and slowly got up.

Murong Feng sighed and looked at the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, his eyes were meaningful.

Li Xiuce raised a finger: "One hour, Mr. Murong said that he was waiting for an hour, but now that an hour has not yet arrived, Mr. Murong, as a generation of grandmasters, cannot be untrustworthy." ”

Murong Feng laughed silently, and Xuan'er felt chills all over her body.

Li Xiuce stretched out his hand to lift the teapot, poured two cups of tea, first raised his head and drank one cup, signaling that it was non-toxic, and then gently pushed the other cup in front of Murong Feng, neither humble nor arrogant: "Why don't you sit down and drink a cup of tea for the time being, it's just an hour, Mr. won't be able to wait, right?"

Murong Feng sat down casually, raised his glass and took a sip of the cup of tea, his smile grew thicker, like the dense fog in the early morning of late autumn, which means inexplicable, no one can see what is hidden in the dense fog, and stretched out his hand and nodded at Li Yuanhao, who was motionless: "Li Xiuce, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, do you want to delay time for him?"

"It's a moment to be able to delay, and it's best to delay until the big brother wakes up. Li Xiuce said.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Murong Feng drank through the tea in the cup, but never put down the teacup.

"Killing people is meaningless to Mr. Murong, Mr. Murong has to kill people, and when the eldest brother wakes up, Mr. will kill Xiuce with his own hands in front of the eldest brother. ”

Murong Feng looked at Li Xiuce approvingly, as if he sighed and recalled: "I am sitting in the Western Regions, and there are countless people who come to challenge every day, at the beginning, I only kill the people who challenge, and there is still an endless stream every day, and then I not only want to kill the challenger, but also kill the challenger A close relative, and then my ears are finally a lot quieter, since then, I have understood a truth, punishing the heart is more interesting than killing." ”

"Sir, great wisdom. ”

Murong Feng laughed: "I like you more and more, do you have a last wish before you die?"

Li Xiuce shook his head: "It's not a last wish, it's a hope, it's not a secret, Xiuce was plundered by the Huns in the early years, and there was no hope of survival, it was the eldest brother who went north to the Huns, entered Shengjing City alone, and fought to save me back with nine deaths. ”

Murong Feng played with the teacup in his hand: "But life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, you and your eldest brother can only live one, who do you choose?"

"My eldest brother and I were born from the same root, we want to live together, and we want to die together, so if Mr. Murong can die, it will be the best. Li Xiuce said lightly.

Murong Feng nodded: "Yes, honest enough, and decisive enough, but what means did you use to make me die?

Li Xiuce's face was pale, black blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose, the figure of Murong Feng in front of him was constantly changing, and even the voice of the poisonous sword fairy began to become ethereal, as if he was from the edge of the clouds, his body weighed a thousand catties, sliding to the ground, and at the moment he fell, Li Xiuce also pierced the dagger in his sleeve towards Murong Feng, and the dagger flew half and fell to the ground.

Xuan'er was shocked, and immediately picked up Li Xiuce, and kept wiping the blood on Li Xiuce's face: "Lord, Lord, Lord......."

Murong Feng looked at Li Xiuce, who was gradually unconscious, with a smile: "It's a pity that my inheritance has been inherited, otherwise you, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty, would be a good heir." ”