In the lobby, in front of the white-clothed young man, there are also seven different figures, three white-haired old men and two middle-aged men, and two middle-aged but unmarried older women.

In a room where so many people stayed, it was quiet at this time, no one made a sound, some were just inner shock, some were just physical and mental trembling, and some were even more left, which had become a shivering fear, and they didn't feel it.

One by one, one by one, they were all soulless, reluctant to defend themselves, looking at the ground between the white-clothed young man and the seven people in the lobby in horror.

There, lying a man who had lost his life, looking at his countenance, was half a hundred, because it must be an old woman who was over the age of six.

"Gollum!"

Among the seven people in front of the white-clothed young man, I don't know who dried his throat and swallowed a mouthful of timid saliva, breaking the tranquility that had just been maintained.

"Run!"

Among the seven people, one of them, an old man with a little gray hair and a thin appearance, heard the sound of silence and suddenly shouted.

Then he pulled the two older middle-aged women who were standing on both sides of him and walked around the side of the white-clothed young man, rushed to the door of the lobby, and pointed straight out of the lobby door.

The other two gray-haired old men and the two middle-aged men who were in their right years also reacted very quickly and kept up with the former.

Chenfeng calmly watched their escape route, and when the seven people were about to approach the door of the lobby, he shook the sword in his hand, and a light blue cold light that exuded a terrifying chill appeared in an instant, attached to the sword body of his ice-colored long sword.

Picking up the sword in his hand, pressing the sword down with his hand, a transparent tangible and invisible, intangible and tangible transparent long sword, slashed at the three old men, two middle-aged men, two middle-aged women, and seven people who fled to the door.

The seven people who were trying their best to escape suddenly felt the terrifying aura of the sashimi behind them, and their feet moved faster, and the mysterious power was running desperately.

The first to flee the little white-haired old man has arrived at the door of the lobby, at this moment, a staggering figure at the door happened to appear, this little white-haired old man who looks thin can't care, or regardless of who the person in front of him is, his left hand stretched out, and threw the older middle-aged woman in his left hand outward, the older middle-aged woman flew out of the door, and the old man with a little white hair and thin also freed up a hand.

No matter what three-seven-twenty-one, or four-six-twenty-four, his left hand grabbed the figure that collided with him, and then hurriedly threw it backwards, aiming at the morning wind.

Morrowind didn't expect such an obstructive person to suddenly come out, and one of his swords had already been slashed down.

"Shan'er?"

At this time, above the lobby, a white-haired old woman suddenly rushed up, rushing towards the figure who was thrown in by the old man with a little white hair, and she had already seen who the person who was thrown in.

The middle-aged woman didn't expect that she had just rushed to the door of the lobby, and she encountered such a scene, and before she could see clearly who the person who bumped into her was who she was, she was grabbed by a big hand of the person who came, grabbed the throat of the neck, locked the throat, and was thrown out without resistance.

The body flew into the lobby, because it was a controlled throw, her Xuan vein suddenly couldn't lift her strength, and she threw forward uncontrollably, her hands subconsciously stretched out, and she flew forward in mid-air to prevent hitting something and hurting her face.

Hearing the exclamation of the mother of the head of the house, the middle-aged woman raised her head stiffly, and looked ahead, and her mother's voice came from the hall.

It's just that before she saw her mother, she saw a scene that shocked her, and her expression suddenly became sluggish.

Her body was already approaching Morrowind, and this sword of Morrowind was approaching her.

The middle-aged woman felt the horror of the sword above her head and the chill that had already reflected her body, and her whole body stiffened in an instant, as if it was frozen invisibly.

The seven old men with a little white hair and thin were still trying their best to escape, and it seemed that they didn't need to guess and knew that the body of the middle-aged woman alone could not stop the sword of the white-clothed man.

Throwing out middle-aged women is just to buy even the slightest hint of escape time.

The old woman with white hair also spared no effort to rush to Chenfeng's side, wanting to rescue the middle-aged woman before Chenfeng's sword fell.

Chenfeng naturally heard the voice of the ancient white-haired old woman, and learned about the relationship between the person who flew in and the head of the Hua family, but he had no choice at the moment, no matter who it was, after using a move, as long as he didn't think about taking back the power of this move in advance, and controlling the use of this move, it was impossible to easily break the move, so he would only be counterattacked by the move.

In addition, forcibly cutting off the recruitment will not only make the recruiter suffer the backlash of the move's damage, but the recruiter also needs to have a stronger force than the move to support the recruitment.

Morrowind won't talk about it, because he can't use the Xuan Force, what can he do to cut off the recruitment! And even if he can cut off the recruitment, with his weak body, can he bear it?

The answer is no.

But the middle-aged woman is approaching in front of him, he can't look at it without saving it, and by the way, he will kill the middle-aged woman in front of his eyes!

In desperation, Chenfeng had to stretch out his spare left hand, grab it and retract it, pull the middle-aged woman in front of him, and then cut it off with a sword in his right hand.

It's not that he doesn't want to pull the middle-aged woman out diagonally, but he can't do it, the middle-aged woman flies straight over, not to mention the impact of the flying impact on her body, and the mysterious power in the hands of the old man with a little white hair and thin hair.

If Morrowind wants to use the power of his weak body to tear apart the power of pure strength and mystical power, it is not self-defeating for ants to pull elephants. If he didn't pull with his left hand, his right hand would have been slashed with a sword, and the middle-aged woman would have finished playing directly.

It's just that if the morning breeze is like this, the middle-aged woman will be saved, but the strength of the middle-aged woman will all hit him.

Moreover, the middle-aged woman was thrown in by the old man with a little gray hair who looked thin and thin, that is to say, even if the middle-aged woman flew in, the head was also aimed at the head of the morning wind.

"Smack!"

The morning breeze pulled, and the middle-aged woman ran straight into him, and her face hit his face, her lips squeezed and moistened, exuding a smell of blood.

Not only that, but after the middle-aged woman's stiff body collided with it, she hugged the morning breeze tightly as if she had found a support.

With the strength of a middle-aged woman, Le Morrowind's body is constantly creaking and creaking.

The old woman with the gray hair suddenly paused in her steps, and looked at the picture in front of her in shock and horror, just like the people sitting around the hall.

The middle-aged woman's face was tightly attached to Chenfeng's face, and her facial features were opposite, and she couldn't see any style of face shape. Morrowind's left hand, which had just pulled her neck, was also tightly pressed between the two of them's chests.

The middle-aged woman was like an eight-clawed fish, with four claws tightly wrapped around the morning wind.

The sword that fell from Chenfeng's right hand, because of the middle-aged woman's collision, was forcefully let go, and the right hand was forcibly released, unable to control the grasp of the power on the ice-colored long sword, and slashed down with a fierce sword.

Where the sword passed, it directly turned into a ruin, and the seven people who were fleeing turned into clouds of smoke under the rush without resistance, and even the second guard of the gatekeeper who came back stood on the corridor on the side of the lobby, looking at this scene in horror.

Looking at the gate of the Hua family, which went straight through and was unhindered, they all swallowed their saliva again, they were really glad that they walked in, otherwise they would have disappeared unconsciously at this moment.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking between them came from between the middle-aged woman and Morrowind's chest.

"Ahh

The middle-aged woman's body trembled, let out a cry of pain, and quickly let go of the hand that was tightly holding the morning breeze to cover her blood-stained mouth.

Just now, Chenfeng bit her hard, and it is unknown whether the blood is Chenfeng's or a middle-aged woman's.

Morrowind is a real number, there is no way, he is entangled by a middle-aged woman like this, he can't move, and even the middle-aged woman is getting tighter and tighter, just now his left hand that was pressed between the middle-aged woman and him, the hand bone was directly fractured.

He looks like he is locked by a person, if the power is not used by the mind, but the mysterious power, it will be easy for anyone to take him down.

"Ah~"

The middle-aged woman was bitten by the morning breeze, and she woke up in pain, and at the same time covered her bloodstained mouth with her hand, she was also shocked to see this scene close to her body, and suddenly screamed.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she tried to let go of the hand and legs that were tightly trapped in the morning wind, but somehow, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move, as if she was frozen by someone, and she could only scream in vain.

"Can you come down first?"

Morrowind stared into the eyes of the middle-aged woman, his face was painful, and his body was about to fall apart, he didn't know how long she would hug her.

"I—I can't move ......"

Chenfeng didn't say that it was okay, the middle-aged woman was just frightened and anxious, and as soon as Chenfeng said this, the middle-aged woman was even more anxious to cry, and tears fell on Chenfeng's face.

Moreover, the hands and feet of the middle-aged woman who had no strength to let go and were still wrapped around Chenfeng's body were also unstable and tied Chenfeng tighter, and Chenfeng's body was strangled with a creaking sound, which was the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Morrowind snorted his teeth in pain, and between his face and most of the bones of his body, which had been invaded by the tears of a middle-aged woman, it was like tens of millions of ants eating human bones on it, which was painful and uncomfortable.

The sword flew through the wind and dust, and the ancient white-haired old woman, who was also the middle-aged woman's mother, was the first to come back to her senses from the powerful sword of the morning wind, which did not control the power well.

She didn't go to fear the power of Morrowind first, but looked at her daughter and Morrowind in amazement, and she was really speechless in shock.