"Wait!" Bai Xiaosheng waved his big hand, and a white smoke rose from his cuffs, rising up, lingering in the air, scattered in an instant, and disappeared in front of him.

Cheng Fei's pupils shrank, his warm and desolate face was slightly gloomy, he lowered his gaze, his sleeves were raised, and those ghostly shadows of the dead immediately floated back a few steps.

"Demon Palace Master! The Shadow Dead! Luo Jian, who was caught in the middle, was shocked in disbelief.

Although Su Liruo knew it in her heart, she was still shocked: This Cheng Fei is really terrifying! It is hidden too deep and blinds everyone.

On the way to Qianqing Pavilion, Bai Xiaosheng told her: Cheng Fei, the head of the Sangling faction, has been smart since he was a child, talented, and talented, and he is famous in martial arts at a young age. In particular, he created a set of Sangling formations, stood alone in the world, won all battles, and was once the object of competition among monarchs of various countries. However, the glory and wealth, the title of Marquis, with his proud heart, is just dust and dung, passing by the clouds. He categorically refused, ignored it, and fought the sword world with a leisurely and proud heart.

At the end of autumn ten years ago, a sect suddenly emerged in the rivers and lakes, the Sangling faction! There is no need to guess, it is naturally created by Cheng Fei.

At that time, he was in his early twenties, and he was a young hero, and with his wisdom and strength, it was understandable to establish a sect.

But what he did is indeed incomprehensible, since he was not tempted by fame and fortune at the beginning, why did he make a big splash this time and gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes?

At that time, many people speculated that he founded a sect to promote the unique Sang Ling formation for the sake of the Sang Ling formation and not to die in the world. If so, he is broad-minded and has the world in mind, which is admirable!

The Sangling faction was founded three years ago, recruited disciples, and soon became one of the eight major and eight sects.

It's just that three years later, Cheng Fei claimed that he was suffering from a rare and strange disease, and he was not suitable for fatigue, suitable for going out, inconvenient for seeing customers, and even unable to get sunburned.

As soon as the news came out, it caused rumors all over the world, some people said that God was jealous of talents, Cheng Fei was young, terminally ill, and his days were short.

Some people also said that the Sang Ling faction grew rapidly and threatened other sects, and Cheng Fei was plotted and seriously injured and bedridden.

Some people even say that Cheng Fei relied on his extraordinary intelligence, and after the Sang Ling formation, he created a set of heart determination techniques, but unexpectedly, he was obsessed with too much, so that he went crazy.

For a while, on the rivers and lakes, there were different opinions, but over time, all kinds of suspicions disappeared, and everyone forgot about Cheng Fei's escape from the world due to illness.

The affairs of the Sang Ling faction were handled by the five proud disciples of the sect, and they did not decline, but became more and more prosperous, ahead of the curve, and unstoppable.

Because of Changhao of the Sangling faction, people have forgotten the head of the Sangling faction.

Until Luo Jian was poisoned, his wife died for him to cure the poison, his adopted son betrayed, and the most important eldest disciple colluded with the outside...

Just when Qianqing Pavilion was in chaos, full of dangers, Luo Jian's body was highly poisonous, and his martial arts were exhausted, Cheng Fei, who had been away from the world for many years, reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

What is shocking is that he was handsome and handsome in the past, but he is already sickly, pale and weak.

What exactly did he go through?

So far, no one knows!

However, there is nothing difficult in the world, only God knows.

"With your identity as the head of Cheng, no matter how powerful Sang Ling's formation is, this tone is too arrogant..."A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai Xiaosheng's mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "If you rely on the Demon Palace, you can be so arrogant!" ”

Hearing this, Cheng Fei was slightly stunned, then raised his head and laughed, and sneered: "Sure enough, the name of God is not to be underestimated, but it is so obligatory to get involved in this troubled water, isn't it your Bai Xiaosheng's style?" Why, the mercenary, bitter and mean god knows that he has changed his mind and wants to win the reputation of chivalry? However, don't forget, being insidious, cunning, and disregarding morality, peeping into other people's secrets, and selling information at a high price. This... It is your way of survival, where you stand, to become famous, everyone is afraid of it, and you avoid it. Why should you embarrass yourself, why do you have to leave a false name? ”

Bai Xiaosheng frowned, pondered slightly, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that the old man's reputation is quite big, and he can actually make the palace master of the Demon Palace like a few treasures, and tell the old man's shameless behavior one by one. It's really hearted, the old man is very grateful, here, thank you to the palace master for lifting up. However, you and I are both vicious and shameless people, so why should we behave like this..."

Cheng Fei's eyes lit up, his murderous aura was over, and he still had a gentle smile on his face.

"It's just, there's a little... The old man is different from you. Bai Xiaosheng said slowly, his tone like self-deprecation and disdain. The old man pays attention to your love and my wishes, and never forces him to take it. Besides, the old man is a costly business, and the risk is extremely high, so naturally there must be benefits to be obtained, do you think that the old man is a bodhisattva who descends to earth and hangs the pot to help the world? ”

Cheng Fei's pale face was gloomy, and he stared at Bai Xiaosheng deeply, as if he understood that between the verbal battles, he was not Bai Xiaosheng's opponent, and he was humiliated at all.

Sure enough, Bai Xiaosheng changed his words and said coldly: "In terms of strategy, Cheng is still the head of the family, and he is known for his martial arts decency on the surface, and he teaches his words and deeds by example." Behind the scenes, it was the Demon Sect Palace Master, instigating discord, secretly poisoning, and borrowing a knife to kill people. Cheng Zhangmen... No, Demon Palace Master, you don't need to make a deal in this business, a little bit of scheming, you will make a sure profit. It can also stir up the hearts of the martial arts people, become a mess, and easily set off a catastrophe, which is really clever, clever! ”

Cheng Fei's angry face cracked in an instant, and a sharp chill emanated from his body, which formed a huge contrast with his sick state, and there was a strange yin owl momentum.

His face was calm, the corners of his eyes were slightly slanted, and he was surging with tyrannical anger, and his nostrils coldly spurted out a slow syllable: "Hmph! "Like a wolf howling, sharp and gloomy, and like an irrepressible muffled hoarse, it shook everyone's heart and shuddered.

As Cheng Fei's mournful voice fell, the still black shadows around him instantly swept up.

Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were full of fierceness, and he shouted: "Get up!" The bodies of the three of them were like arrows coming out of the string, and with the Luo sword in the middle, they jumped up quickly and hung in the air.

The shadow of the dead man pounced into the air, that is, the doppelganger dodged, and the figures were staggered, like a densely woven spider web, and they were covered in the air.

Suddenly, the undercurrent was surging, the demonic energy was sweeping, the hurricane floated, and there was a roar like a mountain and a sea, and the deafening killing aura suddenly fell. Those who sealed the acupuncture path, as well as the few heads of the hall who were holding their breath and luck, all felt the sound of killing that destroyed the world and shook inside.

Bai Xiaosheng and the others, who were oppressed by the huge air current, swirled their figures, forming a thick wall, turning like a spinning top, only to see their clothes fluttering, the figures flashing, glowing like a sharp blade, dazzling.

The shadows of the dead are woven into dense spider webs like human shadows, and after several approaches, they are like touching a thousand years of ice, emitting a piercing and shocking trembling and mournful sound, spinning and flying like arrows, and slack and bounce away. In a few moments, it gathered again, the density was even worse, the stronger the critical force, and the more ruthless it became.

Su Liruo looked up, and the huge and dense spider web of human figures covered Bai Xiaosheng, and they were in danger and in danger.

It's a bloody battle!

Cheng Fei gave a death order, and those ghostly dead men have been controlled, just like the walking dead, if Cheng Fei doesn't let go, even if they are exhausted and exhausted, they will strangle their opponents.

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Su Liruo thought to herself: She can see the clues, how can Cheng Fei not know, so what is the plan of Bai Xiaosheng, who has the chance to win? At a critical juncture, why did you have to bring Luo Jian and expose the Achilles' heel to Cheng Fei?

Su Liruo was puzzled, she never guessed Bai Xiaosheng's thoughts, such a light posture was not what Bai Xiaosheng did as she knew it.

Su Liruo felt a chill, a gloomy chill hit, she glanced away, Cheng Fei's deep gaze stared coldly, like the excitement of a dabbling hunter when he saw his prey, with a slightly fierce greedy eyes, bursting with brutal coldness.

Su Liruo was secretly shocked, her heart was flustered, she finally understood why Bai Xiaosheng took this dangerous step? It turned out that she was used as a chess player to lure Cheng Fei into the game, so that the deadlock could be reversed and crushed with one blow!

Su Liruo frowned helplessly: This is Bai Xiaosheng's consistent style!

When Su Li lost his mind, the sharp palm wind hit him, resolute and resolute, without the slightest weakness, and his sick state was very different, judging the two of them.

Su Liruo hurriedly got up, staggered back, his back touched the wall of the hall, and he was cold to the bone.

She had always known that she was extremely afraid of the cold, but she was always in the cold.

But it is far away, living in seclusion, the warm sun in winter, such as spring and autumn, not dry or hot, not ice or cold, comfortable and appropriate.

Su Liruo was stunned, and a wry smile flashed at the corner of her mouth: Feng Xuanyu, I miss you again!

Perhaps, in the second half of his life, the thoughts of thinking about him will always be so unexpected, especially in times of crisis. But she knew that he would not return, that he was the hope of the entire Wu Clan, carrying an unshirkable burden. His memory and thoughts have been integrated into the bits and pieces of Han Cuo, which are deeply ingrained and inseparable.

He's not the same anymore!

Moreover, he is accompanied by beautiful women, and soon, they will be married, join hands to lead the Wu Clan, and restore the glory of a hundred years.

Actually, Mu Zhi is a very good girl, at least with his right-hand man, if she doesn't love the same person, she still admires her very much.

No matter how unwilling she was, she could only resolutely turn around and leave.

One is that he doesn't want him to be in a dilemma, after all, his mind is full of cold responsibility. The second is that she will never be allowed to continue to stay in the temple, not even living in any corner of Muyun Mountain.

Su Liruo was in a trance, deep in the warm feelings of the past, and her eyes swelled with softness.

Cheng Fei deceived his body, Huo Ran waved his palm, but at a distance of one step closer to Su Liruo, he touched the gentle and watery look of her eyebrows, his heart hit hard, and it seemed to return to the distant scene, which made him a little overwhelmed for a long time.

Su Liruo suddenly came back to her senses, staring at Cheng Fei in horror with a desolate but murderous face in front of her.

He was about to high-five her to death just now, why did he change his mind when he was near? Su Liruo was stunned for a while, and she looked at him in a daze.

Cheng Fei knew that he had missed the opportunity and would be doomed, however, in the face of the woman who was suddenly distracted and gentle between her eyebrows, her dusty face for many years was revealed, and he couldn't do it anymore.

At that time, she watched him slash and kill with his palm in such a trance, blood flying all over the sky, splashing all over the ground, and she was stained red, stained with the blood of one hundred and twenty-one lives in the Zhongyun Marquis Mansion.

When a drop of blood fell on her eyebrows, embellished into a red mole, weird and enchanting, in an instant, gorgeous and stunning his eyes.

She seemed to solidify into a statue, standing like a mountain of dead bodies, her feet melted into a river of blood, and the disgusting stench of rotting flesh emanated around her.

The man in front of her and him: a ragged, skinless sword scar covered with countless wounds, like a spider's web cracking and extending. The sword marks penetrated deep into the bones, the blood was all the pain, but there was still an inch of breath, and he kept gasping.

His clothes fluttered, and he held a bloody sword in his hand, and the tip of it fell to the ground, and he looked indifferently at the wrecked man on the ground.

She was dressed in a slender figure, solid into stones, with an obscure expression on her stiff face, staring at the fleshy body on the ground without sorrow or pain.

It wasn't until the man had broken his last strand that he looked up at her, and she withdrew her gaze to stare at him. At that moment, Huo Ran touched, joyful and sorrowful, and quiet.

When he moved his steps to get closer to her, he realized that he could not move, and his eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared at her in disbelief: she had hindered his weakness and made him lose his strength for a while!

A few hours later, he watched as her delicate and fair skin suddenly turned purple, rapidly spreading from her feet to her palms, to her neck, to her face.

He was anxious, his muscles were rioting, his sweat was like rain, and he was powerless.

Even though he hated her and went on a killing spree, he never wanted her to die.

The moment she fell, her body was covered with wounds, covered with spots of corpse poison, black and shiny, the insects wriggled, the skin was broken, the pus flowed, and the stench was overwhelming.

When he unleashed his power, he stumbled frantically at her, and the horrible corpse had melted into a puddle of poisonous water, and there was no trace of it!

Touching the past, Cheng Fei's eyes were surging with unforgettable pain, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and his palms trembled violently.

Although Su Liruo didn't know what was going on, Cheng Fei's abnormal behavior made her understand that he must have fallen into the obstacle of demons.

Su Liruo was thinking about how to retreat, Cheng Fei suddenly raised his eyes, and his scarlet eyes glared at her fiercely, reflecting a terrifying killing aura.

"Why are you so cruel to me? I'd rather die than follow him..."Cheng Fei roared and waved his palm, bursting with hatred, and hit Su Liruo.

A strong wind swept the sky and the earth, and a heart-rending force extinguished.

It's just that before it approached, Su Liruo's slender figure was like a leaf dancing in the wind, fluttering in the air.

It was a force that overcame rigidity with softness, covered mountains and rivers with air, and contained hundreds of rivers, protecting Su Liruo tightly.

Cheng Fei's palm of destruction suddenly became empty, his back shook, his body staggered, his feet staggered, he fluttered forward, shook and bent his knees, knelt down heavily, and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.