"Everyone, run, go and inform the ...... teachers"

Wang Kan shouted urgently, and before he could speak, a branch pierced his throat, and the whole person fell down, and hot blood poured out of his mouth.

A living person died in front of him in an instant, Zhang Yang, Li Wan'er and others seemed to be immobilized.

"Bastard!

Li Mufeng was furious, with a bang, a soft sword popped out of his waist, and the soft sword appeared, and Yuehua condensed into a cold cold on the sword.

"Silver Serpent Sword!"

Deng Duxiu was secretly frightened, and walked the rivers and lakes after being released from prison, he had also heard of Li Mufeng, at that time he only hated Zhang Yang, and he was looking for Li Mufeng's bad luck in the future.

At that time, the name of Li Mufeng's secret sword silver snake was also quite loud.

It's just that he didn't expect that Li Mufeng would have the Silver Snake Sword as early as this time.

Li Mufeng waved his hand, and the long sword soared into the air, and the sword momentum was fluttering, extremely fast, and it went straight to the key points around Deng Duxiu's body.

As long as Deng Duxiu is not careful, there will be many blood holes on his body in an instant.

Brush brush, Li Mufeng is like the wind, and Deng Duxiu can only keep urging the branches to block.

The Silver Snake Sword was extremely sharp, and no matter how thick the branches were, they were cut into two pieces with one sword.

He urged the branches to interfere with Li Mufeng's sword momentum.

In a short time, Li Mufeng cut off hundreds of branches.

And Deng Duxiu's clothes were also torn in many places, and blood was faintly seen between the skin and flesh, and he was embarrassed.

"Evil obstacles, I want you to live, not death!"

"Kill him, Master, you must kill him!"

"Father, daughter is so afraid, this thief will not die, it will be a great disaster. ”

"Master's divine might, destroy the rebels. ”

Li Mufeng finally gained the upper hand, and everyone's long-suppressed emotions were finally released.

Sunupo is more than ten miles away from Baiyun Temple, shouting here, Baiyun Temple is still deep and quiet.

With a swish, the soft sword swirled, and the sword body was like a snake, and it was about to pierce Deng Duxiu's left eye.

With a brush, the three broken branches were lifted into the air and gathered into a triangle, which accurately jammed the hilt of the sword.

"It can't be!"

Li Mufeng exhaled in shock, the most difficult thing in the exorcism realm is not to drive heavy objects, but to use one spirit for multiple purposes, unless there is a superior exorcism method.

Even over the years, he has only roughly mastered the method of one spirit and two uses, urging two cold dragon iron galls.

But when it comes to subtlety and skill, it is only to urge the silver snake sword that has been obtained with a lot of money under his waist.

At this moment, Deng Duxiu urged three truncated short branches under his nose, which stuck the hilt of the sword, making him unbelievable.

Suddenly, the astonishment on his face turned into a cruel smile, and the root of the hilt of the silver snake sword suddenly moved, and he pulled out a silver dagger and stabbed Deng Duxiu in the chest.

"Die!"

Li Mufeng looked up to the sky and roared, as if he wanted to vent all the depression he had accumulated tonight.

In a hurry, Deng Duxiu couldn't dodge, so he could only cross his arm and chest, and the silver dagger stabbed at his left arm with a bang.

The bracer on his left arm was pierced, and the tip of the sword was in the flesh, and blood flowed profusely.

Li Mufeng was in a trance, a little distracted.

His secret sword is a killer existence, and it is impossible to miss, let alone deal with a junior who attracts spirits.

He never dreamed that Deng Duxiu II was a human being, and his secret sword was expected by Deng Duxiu from the beginning.

In the next moment, a sharp tree root poked through Li Mufeng's protruding eyeballs and poured straight into his brain.

"One spirit for four purposes, hoho ho ......"

Li Mufeng's throat snorted, and finally, with a bang, he fell to the ground heavily.

"The grievances of the previous life, this life is over. ”

Deng Duxiu took off the sub-sword that was tied to his arm, and with a big move, he grabbed the mother sword that fell to the ground into his palm, and carefully rubbed the sword body, which was sharp and pressing.

Sharper than the sword light was his gaze.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes were like eagle falcons, and the cold light was shining directly on Zhang Yang, Li Wan'er and others.

Zhang Yang and others never dreamed that overnight, the soft and deceitful waste wood suddenly turned into a powerful ghost.

"Senior brother, senior brother, it's me, I'm little junior sister, your Wan'er, I know you like me, I know. I like you too, I stew soup for you, listen to your stories, chat with you, do you remember the heavy snow one night last year, we talked around the fireplace at night, roasted sweet potatoes, this spring, we went to Beishan to pick together, I can't walk, it's you holding me......"

Li Wan'er poured out excitedly, she didn't have the slightest sadness in her heart because of Li Mufeng's death, only endless fear and full desire to survive.

She could naturally see that Deng Duxiu was in love with her, and his youthful love couldn't hide from her.

Frolicking in the forest, talking around the fireplace, appreciating the smoke, making wine with pine flowers, and sencha in spring......

The scenes of him and Li Wan'er together, like a marquee, turned around in his mind.

All the past is very good.

The younger sister is also very good.

Those warm scenes, how could the junior sister not invest in the truth?

She was nothing more than forced by Zhang Yang and Li Mufeng.

How bad can you have at a picturesque age?

A shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a thousand wisps of tenderness arose in his heart.

The moon is in the west, the silver snake is light, the sword light is like snow, and the head of a beautiful woman soars in mid-air......

Cleanly dealt with everyone, Deng Duxiu shoveled off a piece of blood-colored soil, which was stained with his blood.

He tore off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it in the blood, erasing the traces of the shovel.

Then, he quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and he only got a dozen taels of silver.

Then, he urged the silver snake sword to leave a pentagram on the trunk of a tree not far away, and left quickly.

When passing by Huichun Creek, he carefully shook all the soil soaked in his blood into the water, tucked half of his clothes into his cuffs, and dived straight back to Baiyun Temple.

The moonlight was just right, the mountain breeze was cold, and the young man who had just come out of the killing arena had a heart as steady as an old dog, and sneaked back to his refining room silently.

"Shhh

He endured the pain, unbuttoned his shirt, the iron bracer on his left wrist had cracked, and his arm was a shallow bloody hole drilled by the tip of the sword.

He couldn't help but be secretly afraid, because he knew Li Mufeng's secret sword, he brought the bracer prepared by his mother in advance, otherwise, even if the sword didn't hit the vital point, this arm would not be saved.

He took out the gold sore medicine that his mother had put in his bag when he was leaving, used the magic technique of repelling, and quickly bandaged himself.

Even if there is no blood on his body, he has just returned from the killing arena, and his blood cannot be hidden.

He had to hold up his injured arm, pick up the stream water from the bamboo pipe outside, and bathe carefully.

Then, he changed into a clean robe, flashed out, picked up the kettle and went straight to the stove room on the east side.

The uncles and uncles in the Baiyun Temple are fond of drinking tea, the hot water cannot be broken, and the stove fire in the stove room is also constant.

When he arrived, the old Zhai Tou, who was guarding the stove room, was lying on the shabby low table, snoring soundly, and there was a crooked wine jug on the table, and the smell of wine was smoking.

He quietly threw the robe he had just changed into the burning stove, pretending to fill it with hot water while patiently waiting for the robe to melt away.