"You.. How do you know?" Fang Ming asked, spreading out on the ground and looking at Leng Xiaohan. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Xiaohan lowered his head and picked up the lid of the Sancai Cup, and pulled it up, and said in a low voice: "If you don't want people to know, unless you don't do it!"

Looking at Leng Xiaohan's appearance, Fang Ming struck a spirit. As if grasping a life-saving straw, he hurriedly said: "Hua Daxia, for the sake of me doing good deeds for a hundred years, can you spare my father and son? I really know that I am wrong, I have been atoning for my sins for a hundred years." ”

Leng Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Fang Ming below and smiled: "If, good and evil can be counteracted." How many more murderers will there be on the continent? How many more wicked people will there be? If good and evil can be counteracted, then won't their good people die in vain?

You say, if they had known that you were this kind of person, would they have saved you in the first place? You said, if they had known that you were the one who burned down the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and poisoned them, you were the person they trusted the most. You said... Will they die blindly?

How can we repay grievances with virtue? Repay grievances with virtue and repay virtue with virtue!"

Fang Ming was shocked, glanced at Fang Hexuan, and then, "Knock, knock, knock." Kowtowed to Leng Xiaohan, and said while snorting: "Hua Daxia, I am innocent of death." But my son Hexuan has never done a bad thing! Hexuan is only nineteen years old this year, and he has been doing good deeds with me since he was a child. I can die, but I beg the flower hero to let my son live. ”

"Hehehe~" Leng Xiaohan smiled again and shook his head: "Do you think your son is a good thing? Yes, he is only nineteen years old this year, but there are more than 100 women who have raped and killed. Do you think I will keep such a person and continue to mutilate women?"

Hearing Leng Xiaohan's words, Fang Ming got up and stared at Fang Hexuan like a knife, gritting his teeth and saying, "Is what Hua Daxia said true?" Fang Hexuan raised his head and glanced at Fang Ming, then quickly lowered his head, and let out a small "um" in a cringe.

"Slap" Fang Ming slapped Fang Hexuan on the ground, looked at Fang Hexuan with cold eyes, and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest: "I have always taught you to be kind, to do good, to be a kind person." Your kindness is rape and murder of girls? What about your kindness? Let the dog eat it?

I knew there might come a day, and the odds were slim, but it was possible. Therefore, in order to keep you alive, I have been teaching you to be a good person and do good deeds. I just hope that when this day happens, the other party can spare your life for the sake of you not doing anything bad!"

"Heh~" Fang Ming sneered, looked at Fang Hexuan who was covering his face and said, "No one can save you, no one can save you now." After that, he took out a cyan heavy big knife and stood it horizontally on his chest, looked at Leng Xiaohan who was sitting on the main seat, and said: "What Hua Daxia said is basically right, the only thing is wrong." That is, it was not for the sake of hiding the password to poison the Engong family, but for this low-grade spiritual weapon: the Broken Yue Knife. After a certain death, this knife will be handed over to Hua Daxia!"

Fang Ming looked around, then at Fang Hexuan, who was lying on the ground, shook his head and sighed, and said in a low voice, "I'll go first." After saying that, he swung his knife and cut off his head. The blood spurted like a fountain and went straight to the roof.

The Northern Immortal hurriedly used his true qi to wrap himself and Leng Xiaohan, while Han Zhixuan and Fang Hexuan watched the headless corpse swaying left and right, and the blood on his neck rose to the sky, and he was drenched in blood without realizing it.

Leng Xiaohan looked at the blood rain in the house, picked up the Sancai cup and took a sip of tea gently, and then sighed, the corpse seemed to hear Leng Xiaohan's sigh, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground woke up Han Zhixuan and the others, and Fang Hexuan's body rolled on the ground, picked up the Broken Yue Knife and rushed towards Leng Xiaohan. Leng Xiaohan pursed his lips, kicked Han Zhixuan on the left and said, "This is yours." ”

"Hmm, oh!" Han Zhixuan hurriedly drew his sword to meet him, and the sword in his hand met the Broken Yue Knife. "Bang!" But he was directly split and took a step back, and Han Zhixuan's face became solemn. Stepping forward, "Purple Rainbow Sword Technique!" Transporting the ground-level sword technique to stab towards Fang Hexuan.

Fang Hexuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Three knives of natural disasters!" Three swords in a row slashed at Han Zhixuan, a tsunami appeared around the first knife, an earthquake appeared around the second knife, and a volcano erupted in the third knife. "When, when, when" The sound of the three knives colliding with Han Zhixuan's sword body sounded almost at the same time.

Han Zhixuan knelt on one knee, holding the sword in both hands and driving the Broken Yue Knife in Fang Hexuan's hand, with blood on the right corner of his mouth. Leng Xiaohan shook his head, turned his head and said to the Northern Immortal, "Come on!" The Northern Immortal nodded and walked up.

When he heard Leng Xiaohan speak, Fang Hexuan put away his knife and put it on guard, but he still looked around carefully, looking for a direction to escape or break through. The Northern Immortal looked at Fang Hexuan with disdain, raised his right fist and opened his mouth and said lightly: "Iron Fist." ”

Fang Hexuan instinctively blocked the Broken Yue Knife in his hand to his chest, "Knock~" The Northern Immortal punched the Broken Yue Knife, Fang Hexuan flew up, his hands loosened, and the Broken Yue Knife in his hand was thrown out.

The Northern Immortal looked up at Fang Hexuan who was flying in the air, and struck out again with his right hand. "Poof!" "Ahh Isn't it true that the heart of a person like you should be black?

It seems that even if one does a lot of bad things, his heart will not turn black. That... It may be the soul that has turned black, right?" he said as he crushed the heart in his hand, "Wow!" At this time, the Broken Yue Knife fell from the air, and the blade was all submerged in the ground, leaving only one hilt on the ground.

Bei Ying Immortal pulled out the Broken Yue Knife and walked towards Leng Xiaohan, and reached out and patted Han Zhixuan on the shoulder when he passed by Han Zhixuan. Leng Xiaohan took the Broken Yue Knife from the hands of the Northern Immortal, placed it horizontally on his lap, touched the green dragon carving on the knife's body, and said softly: "A low-grade spiritual weapon has led to the deterioration of people's hearts and the demise of a family. Is it the fault of the sword, or is it the fault of the man? Or is it the fault of the refiner? Shouldn't such a good weapon be made?"

Shaking his head, he stood up, put away the Broken Yue Knife in his hand, and walked out. When he passed by Han Zhixuan, he paused and said, "The gap between the Grandmaster Realm and the Grandmaster Realm! Don't kneel, pack up all the treasures here, we will wait for you outside." ”

"Click, click, click" After hearing Leng Xiaohan and the two walk away, Han Zhixuan raised his head. There was an unwilling glint in his eyes: 'When did I have a time, I was also the best among my peers. When did I have a time, I also worked hard. At that time, I was not defeated among my peers.

When did you start to slacken, when did you start to be proud, when did you start to be surpassed by your peers and still be complacent?

He was defeated by such a scumbag, and he was defeated so simply that he had no power to resist at all. I...' Thinking of this, Han Zhixuan couldn't help but slam his fist on the ground.

A small crater appeared in the ground, and Han Jihyun's hand began to bleed. Looking at his bleeding left hand, Han Zhixuan got up and put the sword in his right hand behind his back. He took out a strip of cloth from the spatial ring, slowly wrapped his left hand, and turned around and walked backwards.