What did they just hear?

When everyone in the mourning hall heard Xie Feihong admit that he had killed the Nine Evils of Lang Evil, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned. And then, he laughed violently, especially Xie Feihong's eagle-eyed cousin who laughed the most exaggeratedly.

And Xie Zhanbo, who was in front of Xie Feihong, also had the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and a look of mockery appeared in his eyes.

In fact, Xie Zhanbo also had some guesses about why the Nine Murderers of Lang Evil and the old servant beside Xie Feihong did not succeed, but what he guessed was far from reality.

According to what he thought, the old servant under his control must have inadvertently exposed something, and then was discovered and killed by Xie Feihong. As for the Nine Evils, because of the lack of guidance and cooperation from people, they may still be going around in circles.

In a sense, Xie Zhanbo's conjecture is indeed reasonable. After all, if Xie Feihong hadn't crossed over, it would have been impossible to deal with the nine evil spirits that could make children stop crying in the south with the original owner's martial arts.

But now that Xie Feihong has crossed over, the biggest variable has arisen. What he thought was the most unlikely turned out to be the true answer.

"Feihong, it seems that you really don't fit this position, and now you are starting to talk nonsense." Xie Zhanbo chuckled, and then said with a look of regret: "Let's not talk about whether I will risk the threat of being ruined to contact those martial arts scum, just saying that what you just said can kill them, do you think there will be others who will believe it?"

We all know that your father's death may have hit you a little hard. In this way, I still have some friendship with Mr. Mei San, the wonderful hand of Meizhuang, and I will send someone to invite you to see your hysteria. ”

"Sixth uncle, are you mistaken?" Xie Feihong said expressionlessly: "Did I say that I would make you believe it?" The reason why I'm telling you this is so that you can die and understand. This can be regarded as my thank you gift for the three sticks of incense as a son of man! ”

"Arrogance!" Regarding Xie Feihong's words, Xie Zhanbo had not yet spoken, and his son, Xie Feihong's eagle-eyed cousin, was the first to be angry, and shouted: "Who do you think you are!" How dare you talk to my dad like that! With your little bit of three-legged cat effort, I can solve you, let alone my father. ”

"Bracket noise!" Facing the clamor of the jumping clown behind him, Xie Feihong didn't say much, snorted coldly, and took the steel knife on his waist out of the sheath directly from a blacksmith shop halfway!

The sword light flashed directly in front of everyone's eyes, and before everyone in the mourning hall could come to their senses, Ye Feihong returned the knife to the sheath as if nothing had happened.

What just happened?! Because Xie Feihong's knife just now was too fast, because many people even thought that the glimmer of light they had just seen was an illusion.

Of course, as the person concerned, that is, the cousin Eagle Mei who had just spoken wildly, would not have this kind of doubt. Because as the target of the attack, when he was dying, the only thing in his mind now was that poignant and sharp knife!

"Good knife ......"

Only one last word was left, because Cousin Hawkmei fell to the ground with a bang, stunned everyone who was at a loss and didn't know what was going on.

"Feichen!" Father and son are connected, and the death of Cousin Yingmei directly makes a grief-stricken feeling come to Xie Zhanbo's heart. In the mourning hall, when the others were still at a loss, they reacted first, and directly came to the corpse that had fallen in a pool of blood. He shook his son's body with a trembling hand, hoping that the other party would tell him that he was just messing around with him......

"You, you...... Feichen ...... Fei Hong ...... At this time, the others in the mourning hall finally reacted, moving between the expressionless Xie Feihong and the corpse lying in a pool of blood with trembling hands and horrified eyes. For a while, they were trembling and didn't know what words to use to express their current feelings.

"The taste of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person must be very uncomfortable," ignoring the horrified gazes of the other elders in the mourning hall, Xie Feihong said lightly to Xie Zhanbo, who was holding his son's corpse in grief and indignation: "But this taste won't last long, show your sword, let the little nephew give you a ride, this can also keep Feichen's cousin from going on the road alone." ”

"Xie Feihong!" Xie Feihong's words finally woke up this middle-aged man who was elegant on the surface, but was actually a hero. Xie Zhanbo, who was in pain of losing his son, stood up, and asked Xie Feihong with blood-red eyes: "How dare you!" How dare you do such a hot thing to your loved ones!! ”

Facing the hoarse Xie Zhanbo, Xie Feihong couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "It's a little too high for you, you can actually say such naïve words, where is the courage to hire Lang Xie Jiu to murder his own sons and nephews." Xie Zhanbo, now you are really like a barking lost dog, so ugly! ”

"You're looking for death!" Xie Zhanbo could no longer suppress his sad and angry emotions, and the long sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed.

A flash of sword light turned into a little cold star, and then turned into a bright galaxy, rushing and roaring like Xie Feihong swept in.

Raging Waves Swordsmanship! The wind and the angry waves are wide, and the moon is bright in the sea!

Good! Good sword!

It is worthy of the fact that the upper limit of martial arts far exceeds that of Lu Xiaofeng's world, and there is actually this kind of swordsman in a martial arts family that can't be called a name in the world!

However, although this swordsmanship is wonderful, it is actually not as wonderful as Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals. Although the person is brilliant, it is also slightly inferior to the little old man who has understood the true meaning by three points!

Therefore, when he swung the sword, Xie Zhanbo's fate was already doomed, that is, he went on the road with his son and entered the Yellow Spring with his ambition!

Facing a sword that was like a storm crashing on the shore, destroying stones and cracking gold, Xie Feihong's indifferent expression did not change, and the long knife made by the street blacksmith shop on his waist was unsheathed again, blooming with the sharp sword light that only a divine weapon can have!

The knife rises, the knife falls! The waves are divided, the waves are scattered!

The rushing and surging galaxy was directly divided into two by the ordinary steel knife in Xie Feihong's hand, and what was separated from it was the Tingtao Sword that Xie Zhanbo asked a famous craftsman to build, and Xie Zhanbo's people!

"Uncle Six, let's go!" Xie Feihong, who had put the knife into the sheath, glanced at Xie Zhanbo as if he was frozen in front of him, and then turned directly to the steward not far from him, whose frightened face had not yet dissipated, and said lightly: "Go and order two better coffins, and at the same time inform my sixth uncle's family." ”

may be because Xie Feihong's knife was too fierce, so Xie Zhanbo didn't even leave a word before falling to the ground and lying to the side with his son.

And Xie Feihong, under the horrified eyes of many elders, took three more strands of incense from the trembling servants and worshiped the disturbed ancestors again.

Everyone looked at the indifferent young man who was worshipping in front of the mourning hall, and somehow, they all had a feeling, that is, the heavens...... I'm afraid it's going to change!

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