Mu Ziling and Mu Ziqing were still on the ground and didn't get up, they could only look at the huge soles of the sable stepping on, their faces suddenly turned pale, and the fear in their pupils spread rapidly, but they couldn't do anything to avoid this kick.

Money...

The sound of a sharp sword suddenly sounded, and Jiu Jiu and Mu Qianqing only saw a black shadow passing by the white sable's feet, and then they heard a scream from the white sable: "Damn, which grandson sneaked up on Lao Tzu?"

It shrunk its body quickly, and it was able to avoid the black sword that stabbed directly at its neck, so frightened that its ears went down, and the back of its neck felt a chill.

Seeing that the situation was not right, September hurriedly rushed towards the white sable, the person who controlled the black sword, the cultivation was higher than all of them, if she didn't bring the white sable back, she was afraid that something would happen to it.

Sure enough, the man who controlled the black sword really didn't want to let go of the sable, and the sword couldn't hit it, so he turned around and stabbed it in the abdomen.

The sable's eyes widened suddenly, and he could only watch as the black sword stabbed at it at the speed of a meteor.

September pounced on the white sable and transferred all her spiritual power to the right paw in front of her, because the spiritual power was too strong, so her entire paw was glowing with blue.

Money... Laugh at...

First there was a crisp sound of metal clashing, then a slight sound of flesh cutting through flesh and skin.

September's front paws trembled, her face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at, blood gushed out from her palm, if the power of the black sword was greater, her front paws, I am afraid that it would be useless.

Seeing that September was injured, Mu Qianqing hurriedly flew forward and protected them behind him, it is worth mentioning that after the black sword stabbed September, it stayed in mid-air, but the tip of the sword was still facing a few of them.

A man dressed in black quietly appeared next to the black sword, he was wearing black clothes, his hair was all white, and the white hair was scattered over his shoulders, even covering half of his cheeks, making people unable to see his appearance clearly, and could only feel the anger he exuded all over.

Mu Ziling and Mu Ziqing had already turned pale to joy when the black sword appeared, and they stood together and curtsied at the man in black.

Mu Ziling glanced at Mu Qianqing and Jiujiu, and then said to the man in black, "My lord, they are all Mu Qingfeng's. After speaking, he also pointed at Mu Qianqing and said, "That is Mu Qianqing, the eldest disciple of Mu Qingfeng's head." After speaking, the corners of her mouth hooked up a touch of arc, and the meaning of success in her eyes was very obvious, Mu Qianqing was disrespectful to her, she had always been eager to revenge, and now that she had the opportunity to retaliate against him, she would naturally not be soft.

Sure enough, after the man in black heard her say that Mu Qianqing was Mu Qingfeng's head disciple, the corners of his mouth immediately hooked up with a sneer, and in the cold moonlight, his eyes were hidden in the shadows covered by his hair, making the smile on the corner of his mouth look particularly crazy.

Mu Qianqing held the sword in his hand and looked at the man in black without saying a word, he knew that this was probably the younger brother of the master of Wanghuya that Qianxue and he said, Lu Fengye.

The man in black seemed to suddenly be interested in Mu Qianqing, and slowly fell to the ground, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the black sword made a slight shock, and it reached the hand of the man in black.

"Heh... Sure enough, God will help me..."After the man in black finished speaking, he was just a little on tiptoe, and he arrived in front of Mu Qianqing in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qianqing dodged, but he was still shaved off a strand of hair by his sword, and the strand of hair slowly fell to the ground, between the sword and the sword, Mu Qianqing felt that he was dealing with it more and more hard, and every time he was almost stabbed into his skin, he believed that if the man in black used all his cultivation, then he would definitely not be able to pass three moves in the hands of the black man.

And the sunspot man seemed to be tired of playing, and his moves suddenly became sharp, he raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly to Mu Qianqing: "Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame yourself, blame yourself for being unlucky, at this time, you will send it to Biboyuan, since you sent it to the door yourself, I can just mix Mu Qingfeng in, it seems that God treats me well!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the sword in his hand had already arrived in front of Mu Qianqing, and Mu Qianqing's hand holding the sword had no time to resist at all, so he could only watch his black sword stab at him inch by inch, but he couldn't do anything.

Just when Mu Qianqing closed his eyes and was about to be stabbed by his sword, a jade fan suddenly flew out of the air, and the sword that stabbed at Mu Qianqing was missed.

Mu Qianqing first heard a soft ding, and then felt a strong wind flying through his cheeks.

When he opened his eyes, he just saw a jade fan hit the sword of the man in black, and the force was just enough to knock the sword body away from its original direction, and stabbed straight at his arm.

Mu Qianqing's reaction was also extremely fast, and he turned his body in an instant, but he could dodge the kick, and then with a tap of his toes, he withdrew a short distance to keep himself in a safe range.

Mu Qianqing looked at the jade fan, feeling a little familiar, and just remembered that it was Lu Wenxuan's, he saw him and another white-haired old man appear.

They slowly flew down from the roof, stood opposite the white-haired man in black, and looked at him like that, and after a long time, people heard the white-haired old man standing with Lu Wenxuan speak: "Fengye, you stop now, it's still too late." ”

After listening to what he said, Lu Fengye seemed to have heard some joke, and he laughed slowly, at first it was a light laugh, but then it became a laugh in the sky.

After a long time, he stopped laughing, and his face, under the moonlight and the bright lights in the courtyard, was revealed in front of everyone, exactly the same as the white-haired old man standing with Lu Wenxuan, except that his face looked older and thinner than the white-haired old man.

"Stop?" Lu Fengye sneered and looked at Lu Fengnian, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Do you think I will stop?"

His voice echoed throughout the courtyard like a night owl, but it made Mu Ziling and Mu Ziqing's eyes widen, revealing expressions of disbelief, they never thought that the white-haired master who suddenly appeared to help them win the position of head of the house would actually be someone related to Wanghuya.

Lu Fengnian looked at his younger brother who was like a ghost, and his heart was mixed, obviously he was born the same, but because of the different paths he chose, he made each other go to the opposite side step by step, and even more at the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he wanted to draw a knife against each other, and he didn't know how his parents would feel when they saw this scene in the sky.

After Lu Fengye finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Lu Wenxuan and asked, "What, this is your grandson?" It's a pity, but I wonder if he'll be able to make it to the day he becomes the head of the house.

Speaking of this, he pointed the tip of his sword at Mu Qianqing, and said with a smile: "Look, this is the disciple of Mu Qingfeng's master! As long as I kill him tonight, control Bi Boyuan in my hands, and then release the news that I am the biological brother of Wanghuya Shizu, do you think the three major cultivation sects will be a pot of porridge? hahaha..."

Mu Ziling and Mu Ziqing glanced at each other, and they both saw the fear in each other's eyes, they never thought that this person was actually such an identity, approaching and helping them, in order to hold the power of Biboyuan into their hands.

They are not stupid, they naturally know that by now, it is impossible for their Xiao Xiang's position to fall into their hands, and even, I am afraid that if they are not very good, this old man with strong cultivation will kill them.

Seeing him so crazy, Lu Fengnian's face showed a trace of pain, and he glanced up at the sky, as if he wanted to see if his parents were watching him from the sky.

He said to Lu Fengye: "This, it's not my grandson, I haven't married in my life, what I'm afraid of is that my descendants will go to the point of no return in the future." "It's better to be alone, at least not to experience such a painful thing of flesh and blood.

Lu Fengnian took two steps closer to Lu Fengye and said to him, "I won't give you a chance to hurt anyone.

With that, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, stretched out his hands and began to seal quickly.

Lu Fengye watched his movements, the sneer on his face gradually disappeared, and as Lu Fengye's seal became more and more complicated, his face became more and more ugly.

In the end, there was a hint of gnashing of teeth: "Lu Fengnian, you have also learned the secret method of the Demon Dao?"

Lu Fengnian finally made the seal, opened his eyes, he looked at Lu Fengye calmly, and said, "Yes! In order to finish you off, I can only secretly learn the secret art of the Demon Dao, do you know what this is?"

Lu Fengye really didn't know what this was, he just looked at him coldly, not afraid of what Lu Fengnian was going to do next, because he had cultivated the demon path all his life, and he was not afraid of Lu Fengnian, a halfway monk.

Lu Fengnian saw that he was not afraid, and knew that he didn't know what he was going to do, so he smiled slightly and said: "You hate your father for forcing your mother to death, but I hate you even more, I hate you for being the son of the head of the immortal cultivation family, but you want to take the road of cultivating the demon path, you are afraid of death, so you killed your mother, you don't repent, and you want to pull the three immortal cultivators to bury your own mistakes, since you are so obsessed, then we will end this grievance today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Wenxuan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but shout out to his master, and Lu Fengnian turned his face sideways. Nodding at him, he whispered, "I'll leave the rest to you." ”

In the next moment, blue flames began to appear on Lu Fengnian's body, starting from the center of his eyebrows, and soon enveloping his whole body.

Lu Fengnian looked at Lu Fengye, and suddenly showed a strange smile, and then Lu Fengye found that his heart also began to catch fire, and the blue flame could not be extinguished no matter what.