This condescending tone made Du Weifeng subtly feel a little disgusted.

"What did you just use to block my knife?" Jia Gu Heng asked.

He saw that Du Weifeng was empty-handed at this moment, but at the moment when he had just fought, Jia Gu Heng clearly felt that a golden weapon flashed in front of him.

It seems to be a thousand strands of gold, and it is like a flowing beam of light, soft as a stream of water, and as strong as a rope.

Du Weifeng did not answer immediately.

His mind was also racing rapidly at the moment.

Life and death are trivial matters at this point - the person in front of him is obviously the culprit who caused the bookseller's tragedy two days ago, but how can he leave what he sees and feels today as a clue as much as possible?

…… Now stack a communication paper crane on the spot, I don't know if it's too late?

However, even if it is folded, it also engraves the clues to be left, and it seems that it may not be able to pass the paper crane to the Ping Demon Department or Dali Temple.

A small paper crane, I'm afraid that it will be caught before it flies a few feet......

"Why don't you speak?" Jia Gu Heng asked again.

"You answer me a question first." Du mocked Feng's voice was calm, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" Jia Gu Heng's gaze briefly lost focus, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head, "I'm the one who came to take your name tonight." ”

Du Weifeng felt a little puzzled - what is the operation of choosing a name......

Jia Gu Heng slowly raised his hand, "It's your turn, what did you use to block my knife?" ”

Du Weifeng looked at the enemy in front of him, and at this moment he knew one thing very well in his heart - the reason why Fang Cai was able to strike at this horned monster was nothing more than because the other party was just out of temptation and did not have the intention of killing.

Next, if you really let the other party make a move, I'm afraid you will be powerless.

Anyway...... My life is at rest.

Du mocked the wind and smiled.

"Well, I'll give you another chance to take a good look—"

As he spoke, Du Weifeng was already rushing to Jiagu Heng's face.

His figure was already an afterimage, but Jia Gu Heng still easily dodged it.

Du Weifeng's offensive was impenetrable, and even Jia Gu Heng could clearly feel that the person in front of him had clearly given up his illusion of survival, and it was already his full strength in one move.

Between the stubborn middle-aged man's repeated fruitless attacks, Jia Gu Heng finally saw the weapon in his right hand - it was a golden whisk.

This dust is like a holy object, the whole body is crystal clear, and it appears and disappears in the hands of Du Weifeng.

After each attack, it quickly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared at some point, drawing towards the vital point of Jiagu Heng.

However, there was no suspense in the outcome.

Out of some kind of playfulness, he cooperated with Du Weifeng's attack, dodging left and right in this open wasteland.

In the midst of the fight, even Jia Gu Heng couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart, the opponents he met over the years, the higher the monks' cultivation, the faster the collapse - only the newborn calf has the ignorant and fearless courage, and the opponent who can still maintain the fighting spirit while recognizing the situation...... He could count it on one hand.

And this kind of will to fight to the end, Jia Gu Heng understands very well-

This is deathwill.

This "shaking the tree mayfly, ridiculous and self-conscious"?

Or do you "know what you can't do"?

This series of thoughts stirred up waves in Jia Gu Heng's heart.

The Wind Mocking Beast is the chief of the scale insects, and its life is dangerous......

This gentleman really deserves such a name.

Although he had a subtle affection for the person in front of him, his strong thirst for the name "Mocking Wind" also rose violently like a fire.

Jia Gu Heng's eyes lit up, his mouth opened into a smile at a strange angle, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly with excitement.

After another painless attack, he simply threw away the knife in his hand, stepped forward, and grabbed Du Weifeng's neck as easily as lifting a weak rabbit.

Du Weifeng's feet slowly lifted off the ground - he clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was occluded, as if he was imprisoned by something, and he could only use his physical strength in vain to try to break the other party's fingers on his neck.

But his eyes were still glaring at the enemy in front of him.

This expression fell into Jia Gu Heng's eyes.

— Anger, not fear.

"Your Excellency's name, I will definitely keep it well." Jia Gu Heng said with a bit of sincerity.

Before the words fell, he suddenly turned around, grabbed Du Weifeng's neck, slammed his whole body in the air, and then slammed it on the ground.

Without spiritual protection, Du Weifeng suffered this heavy blow with his fifty-four-year-old body.

He stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground, and after vomiting a large mouthful of blood on the spot, he struggled to gasp and cough in the dust, his eyes bloodshot.

Jiagu Heng walked around behind him and began to chant the Sutra of Amitayus in a low voice, praying that this tough guy would go to Elysium after his death.

He reached out and pressed his hand on the spine of the back of Du Mocker's neck, ready to choose a name—the name of a person, which usually perches in the backbone.

By removing the named spirit from his backbone, he can take the name for himself.

Du Weifeng listened to the prayer sound of this person like a mosquito, and he was in a trance for a while, but at this moment, his internal organs and limbs were so painful that he couldn't use his strength.

When the sound of Jiagu Heng's chanting stopped, Du Weifeng heard the other party whisper "rude", and then there was an unprecedented severe pain.

This felt like a burning flame, and like a thousand needles piercing bones, once opened, Du Weifeng fell into an irrepressible spasm.

Like all the dignity, the pride, the faith, the persistence...... In the pain of death, they all turned into powder and became irrelevant.

However, it didn't take long for Jia Gu Heng to suddenly let out a low sigh of incomprehension.

In the named spirit of Duthorn, he saw another name.

Ji Shu.

Jia Gu Heng stretched out his other hand, trying to erase the attached name, but Du Mockingfeng's named spirit suddenly became violent and hot, so that Jia Gu Heng had to stop.

He had also happened to be in the case of a person who was extremely important to another, and whose name would have a place in that person's nominal spirit.

If it was usual, Jia Guheng immediately abandoned his name - but today, he is really reluctant to give up the name "Mocking Wind".

Just when Jia Gu Heng was in a dilemma, he heard murderous footsteps coming from the grass not far behind him.

The next moment, Ji Ran's scolding cut through the night.

"Let Him ——!"

Jia Gu Heng was irritated that he couldn't monopolize the name of mocking wind, and he didn't even have the mood to dodge at this time, so he raised his arm and directly blocked Ji Ran's sword.

He let go and turned around, looking at Ji Ran in front of him with a hideous expression because of excitement and worry.

“…… Oh," Jia Guheng reacted, "You're the young man just now. ”

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