Now, it's your turn.

In any case, this is not such a domineering sentence.

But this situation, coming out of the mouth of Xing Feng, who was hideous and terrifying with blood on his face, and falling into Ying Kang's ears, made him feel a cold chill to his bones.

The surnames of the eight families are different, but their strengths are generally similar.

For the special people of each family, although they can't talk about friendship with each other, they are not strangers after all.

No matter where he goes, he has to wear a badge and claim to be a slave of the Ji family, Ji Shan, who is definitely a master who can rank up in the Ji family.

The four major housekeepers of the winner are good at fighting, and the Ji family is also not short of ruthless warriors, not to mention anything else, Ji Shan's combat effectiveness is at least at the same level as Ying Kang.

But now the results are extremely shocking.

A sword.

With just one sword, Ji Shan was split in half from his crotch to his head!

With Ying Kang's eyesight, at that moment, he didn't see Xing Feng's sword trajectory clearly.

This is not the main thing, the main thing is that the young man who is now standing in front of him covered in blood, although he is seriously injured, does not seem to have the strength to continue the fight!

Ying Kang narrowed his eyes, trying not to look at the broken corpses and bloody entrails on the ground, this kind of scene was too cruel and bloody.

Even an old guy like him, who was accustomed to seeing blood, was a little sick to his stomach, he took a step back slightly, looked at Xing Feng, and said quietly: "Seriously injured, you can't kill me now." ”

"I want to try."

Xing Feng said coldly, his eyes had narrowed into a slit, his facial muscles kept twitching, as if he was enduring great pain, and even his voice trembled a little when he said it.

"How about you hand over the Book of Heaven to the winner, I won't kill you, and take you out immediately to help you heal?"

Ying Kang said in a deep voice, his mentality is very complicated, if this young man can really join the winner, it is definitely an invincible sword.

This is also a much greater credit for himself than killing Xing Feng.

And from the heart, Ying Kang no longer regards the current Xing Feng as an opponent who can be inferred by common sense.

Although the other party was seriously injured, he had a faint feeling of extreme bad premonition, which made him not want to fight for his life.

It is one thing for Yingkang to live to such a large age and still live in the winner's life, but it is also indispensable to have a cautious surname.

Xing Feng didn't speak, took a short break, took a few deep breaths, reluctantly adjusted his state, and immediately rushed over.

The pitch-black sealing demon flew and instantly approached Yingkang, stabbing over without hesitation.

His serious injuries had a lot to do with the slap that Ying Kang had just slapped behind his back.

It can be said that Xing Feng focused on Ji Shan at the cost of serious injuries, and used some means to make him lose his mind, and after successfully killing him, Ying Kang was still in a relatively peak state.

And Xing Feng has been seriously injured and has become the end of the crossbow.

Can the old butler who is the most skilled at fighting the winner with a serious injury win?

He is the only remaining descendant of Taoism, and he cannot retreat, lose, or bow his head.

The down-and-out Taoists still have their own unyielding pride!

Even if you die, you will never retreat!

Xing Feng's speed was still very fast, but after all, he was seriously injured, and his steps inevitably staggered.

Rushing to Ying Kang's side, before the sealing demon touched his body, Ying Kang, who retreated slightly, turned cold, and kicked Xing Feng's chest hard, directly causing his body that had just rushed over to fly out upside down, slamming into the wall, and vomiting blood again.

Ying Kangsheng's surname is cautious, but after all, he has skills that ordinary people can't hope for.

In him, there will definitely be no farce of fleeing without a fight, after the failure to win over the young man of Taoism, seeing him take the initiative to attack, he did not hesitate to start a counterattack.

kicked Xing Feng out directly, which immediately made his heart feel calm, and his originally serious face became cold again.

"I don't know the times!"

Ying Kang said coldly, staring at Xing Feng, full of insults and mockery: "Let me ask again, are you willing to hand over the Heavenly Book to be loyal to the winner?" ”

Xing Feng lay on the ground, this time it seemed that he was really exhausted, and struggled for a long time before he got up again, only this time his face was no longer pale, but an almost dead gray color, and even his breathing seemed to become weak.

"Unless... I'm dead! ”

Xing Feng said with difficulty, his body shook, but he had already stood up, and he refused to fall down again.

Ying Kang didn't seem to be affected by this sentence, but the annoyed look in his eyes flashed, and then he became cold again, snorted, and said lightly: "What if you use your woman as a bargaining chip?" ”

Ying Kang smiled mockingly, looked at Xing Feng, whose body suddenly stiffened, and said lightly: "We can't do anything about Sumeixi, but what about Lin Nianzhen?" You don't care about these people? The winner is about to set up a secret club in the south recently, and you women will be the club's top pick-up when the time comes! Their bodies will attract a lot of loyal members. Because of your appearance, Taoism can reflect so many uses, and it is worth it. ”

Every word!

Xing Feng's eyes instantly turned blood-red.

"Ah!!h

Xing Feng roared loudly, without any words, but his roar was full of grief and unwillingness, like a beast.

Trapped Beast Fight!

Xing Feng's body rushed forward again, still holding the sealing demon, and stabbed straight at Ying Kang.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead! This is the fate of Taoism, and it is destined to be squeezed out of the last trace of profit by us. ”

Ying Kang said with a vicious smile, seeing Xing Feng staggering over, he raised his foot again, and slammed his foot on his chest again.

The blood in the corners of Xing Feng's mouth was gushing, and it seemed that he couldn't stop at all.

It's just that Ying Kang's smile suddenly froze.

Do you believe in human potential?

The so-called potential refers to the power that subconsciously erupts when a person encounters a strong danger.

Ying Kang slammed his foot on Xing Feng's chest, but his legs were not withdrawn, but Xing Feng stretched out his two hands and hugged him tightly!

Dead.

And then.

Xing Feng's left hand suddenly raised, and the pitch-black and snowy sealing demon suddenly plunged into Ying Kang's thigh.

Blood gushed out, Xing Feng's expression was stiff and dead, and he swiped down fiercely!

Ying Kang screamed fiercely, and there was finally a hint of fear in his voice.

Xing Feng smiled lightly, fixed Yingkang's leg with one hand, and strengthened the other hand again!

The tip of the sword was tightly attached to the bone, from the root of the thigh, all the way through Tang Kang's knee, and stopped on the calf!

It's a real scraping of bones.

Ying Kang was crazy, screaming non-stop, almost biting off his tongue to prevent himself from fainting, and his other foot was in the air and was on Xing Feng's body again, and his own body fell to the ground.

The blood surging from the corners of Xing Feng's mouth and nostrils was even more violent, but he still grabbed one of Ying Kang's legs, and the moment the other party fell, he suddenly pounced, and the sealing demon suddenly inserted into Ying Kang's eyes!

Swipe up.

Two swords.

Crisp and clean!

The Demon Sealing Sword was sharp, and under Xing Feng's vigorous drive, it directly cut through Ying Kang's braincase!

Destroying and decaying, brains and blood sprayed, in room No. 7 of Tianhai Detention Center, in addition to blood, only sin remained.

Wincom's body trembled violently, and then fell completely silent.

Blood flowed from the corners of Xing Feng's mouth, all dripping onto Ying Kang's body, this young man who was carrying the burden of the Restoration Daoist was bloody, his eyes were dull and sloppy, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"I don't want to die, I... Can't die..."

"Master.... Brother.... Sister...."

"Little Mommy..."

He fell heavily to the ground, breathing heavily, clutching the Demon Sealing Sword tightly, but his eyes became more and more trance-like.

Not respecting gods and Buddhas, not fearing ghosts and gods, and recovering Taoism has become his only belief.

This red dust is chaotic and enchanting, but whose red dust is it?

In Lin Nianzhen's words: In the final analysis, he is just a poor man who carries the hope of recovering Taoism.

Xing Feng's fingers moved unconsciously, his voice was weak, and he said to himself: "It's true...."

The glazed jade pendant worn on Xing Feng's chest was faintly green, and a few strands of white silk flashed away and instantly disappeared into the jade pendant.