Chapter 118: If you beat a dog, you have to beat your master

The sword slave is already more than forty years old this year, and the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, at this age, can be called a gifted genius elsewhere.

But he was willing to work for the Yun family-

Not for anything else, just because everything he has now has been cultivated by the Yun family.

He will follow any words of his master Yuntong, and he will not frown even if he is sent to death.

"Don't you have a sword......

Seeing that the sword slave had no intention of drawing a sword at all, Fang Mu shook his head: "If you don't use all your strength, you are not my opponent." ”

The night breeze is slowing down.

Yun Tong and the others couldn't help laughing, these words came out of the mouth of a monk in the late stage of qi refining, it was too funny.

"I can kill you at my fingertips."

The sword slave was unmoved, and slowly stretched out a finger and stabbed at Fang Mu.

With his fingers as a sword, the edge was so sharp that he could barely open his eyes, and the scholar was moved, secretly amazed, worthy of the Yun family, even a personal Deadpool guard had such terrifying strength!

"He's dead."

Yun Tong showed a hideous look that did not match his age, and showed a confident smile.

The sword slave's ability, he knows better than anyone else.

The power of this finger can't even be withstood by him, let alone the little black-robed monk who is a little weaker than him?

"It's too slow."

Fang Mu drew his sword, coming and going like electricity.

After the first sword was picked, there was no pause, and the second sword and the third sword quickly stabbed!

The sword slave was shocked, his true qi enveloped his whole body, purely relying on instinct, driving him to parry and dodge, avoiding the fatal second stage of the stab, but the first sword failed to dodge.

The sword slave flipped a few feet after taking off, holding the ground with one hand and ...... with the other It is no longer complete.

Fang Mu shook the sword body, shook the blood stains on the blade clean, put his left hand on the hilt of the sword and knocked tightly, a pair of cold eyes stared at the sword slave, and it was possible to use both hands to take out the sword at any time.

There was a click, a small sound.

A bloody finger fell to the ground, and it was the index finger of the sword slave who turned his qi into a sword.

Yun Tong's confident smile instantly froze, and the bewitching woman beside him shook her delicate body, her eyes were shocked, as if she had seen a ghost.

The scholar secretly took a few steps back, and a monstrous wave was set off in his heart, he finally understood how Mu Yichun died!

It was at this time that the scholar realized that the gap between him and Fang Mu was not just that half-star, and he couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself that he was not in a hurry to make a move before, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for the Yun family to come, and he would already become the soul of the other party's sword!

"This can't be!!"

Yun Tong was dumbfounded, and said in a lost voice: "The sword slave was actually picked off by him and broke a finger?!" ”

He grew up under the guardianship of the sword slave, why not that he watched the sword slave grow in strength year by year, and put it in the middle of the foundation building pile, it is definitely not weak.

But he was injured by a guy who cultivated three small realms below him, and his flesh was injured?!

Fang Mujian's qi was surging, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

He was not in a hurry to beat the water dog, but gathered momentum on the spot, and the sword qi rose layer by layer, attacking and retreating, and defending, in case the other party forced a dog to jump over the wall in a hurry and bite off a few pieces of meat, it would be worth the loss.

The sword slave looked solemn and slapped the sword box behind him!

The wooden sword case suddenly split apart, and a sharp blade flew out of it, and he struck it with the only four fingers he had left.

"Kill!"

The sword slave's hoarse voice was as deep as a blade, as if the pain of a severed finger was nothing to him.

If the sword slave does not come out of the sword, the sword is amazing.

His offensive was like a raging storm, fighting with Fang Mu in close quarters, flipping up and down, and sword shadows emerged endlessly.

While! While! While......

The sound of the collision of swords and bodies has never stopped, and it is so fast that it is dazzling.

"He can be entangled with the sword slave back and forth?"

The scholar was stunned, the warm tea in his hand was almost boiling, and it continued to heat up, staring at the two blurred figures.

Yun Tong's face gradually became a little unbearable.

His face was gloomy, and he scolded slightly angrily: "Sword slave, what are you doing? Kill him! Don't procrastinate, or I'll ask you! ”

The sword slave was miserable.

He exerted all his strength, not only could he be easily taken by the other party, but also vaguely pressed him.

Poof.

The shadow of the sword was like a rainbow, and his right arm was cut off by it.

The sword slave's face was pale, and he endured the severe pain without making any sound, and took the sword that fell in mid-air with his left hand, and quickly counterattacked.

Laugh at...... Laugh at......

scored twice, Fang Mu cut off his left arm one after another and broke his back.

Smack.

Fang Mu's horizontal sword, resting between the neck of the sword slave, the victory and defeat have been divided, his breath is orderly, and his true qi is stable, on the other hand, the sword slave, the stump and broken arm, the true qi can't control the outward churning, and he has lost all resistance.

"You dare!!"

Yun Tong was angry and scolded angrily: "Bastard! No matter how humble he is, he is also my Yun family's dog! It depends on the owner to beat the dog! ”

Fang Mu turned a deaf ear, looked at Xia Yan, and asked, "Are you sure you are not from the Yun family?" ”

"Sure!" Xia Yan cut the railway.

Laugh at.

Fang Mu pulled his right hand and wiped off the sword slave's neck.

His corpse and its huge wooden sword box lay in a pool of blood, like a person who had died in the museum, adding a bit of weirdness and murder to the night.

"You, you...... How bold you are!! "Yun Tong was almost mad.

What did this guy do?

In front of himself, he killed the dog he had kept for many years!

The death of a sword slave has no impact on the Yun family, but his face can't be hung up after all, and he will admit it if he is a supreme Tianjiao of Ye Xingyu's level, but you ...... A little casual cultivator who has no name and no surname and can't name can dare to give my Yun family face like this?

It's just looking for death!

"Look at the master? Do you deserve it too? ”

Fang Mu sneered, and in a few words, he carried the blood sword and dodged to kill!

Yun Tong was shocked, and the whole person was stunned!

What he didn't expect at all was that the other party killed his dog, even if he wanted to kill him!

"Do you know what you're doing?!"

Seeing Fang Mu approaching step by step, the bewitching woman said in shock: "He is the little young master of the Yun family, the real direct bloodline of the Yun family, you dare to kill him!?" ”

Fang Mu was unmoved, and he raised his sword and came out!

The bewitching woman who was killed kept retreating, Yun Tong used all his strength, but he was at the peak of refining qi, and he had no power to resist in front of Fang Mu at all!

He didn't even forget to open his red pupils, and he was so shocked by Fang Mu's aggressive sword aura that he couldn't move at all!

Whether it is momentum or tricks, it is overwhelming in all aspects!

"Damn! He wants to kill me! He really wants to kill me!! ”

Yun Tong's face was horrified, he no longer had the previous flying and domineering, at this moment, horror spread all over his body, every meridian, everywhere.

The bewitching woman screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

In the distance, he was fantasizing about a prosperous future, and the scholar's face was pale, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Finished!