Mu Tong returned to his forest hut, and after a few days of no one living in it, a thick layer of dust had already accumulated.

He sat down on the stool and took out his sword from under the bed, and when it came out of its sheath, it was already extremely sharp, and in the cold light, it reflected his gloomy eyes.

This sword was given to him by the head of the house, he has always loved it like a treasure, and he has never used it to kill anyone, but now, he wants to use the sword given to him by the head of the house to kill the blood-sucking monster with his own hands.

Under the dungeon, there is a damp smell, and there is always a bad smell in the air.

Feixue was thrown in this place like this, her ears were full of the sound of mice, she was afraid when she was young, but now she doesn't care about life and death, will she still be afraid of this little mouse?

She closed her eyes and rested against the cold stone wall, the time to breathe freely was running out, and by tomorrow she would be back in the boxy coffin.

Thinking about it, it was all mockery, her front foot had just been declared free by Baizhu, and her back foot was grabbed by Hua Yue.

She smiled, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she heard the screeching sound of a sword blade slashing on the ground.

The cell door opened, and Flying Snow saw the masked teenager standing in front of him.

This young man, she still seems to have a little impression, she was stopped by this kid when she sucked the blood of the head of the Loose Sect that day.

He is standing here with a sword in his hand, is it to take revenge?

The two looked at each other coldly, Feixue hadn't sucked human blood for two days, but the power in his body had not weakened in the slightest, presumably he killed a person from a village the day before yesterday, and he was full of blood, and it would not be a problem to be hungry for two or three days.

"Boy, you shouldn't have come to avenge me for your boss, right?"

Mu Tong raised his sword and pointed it directly at Feixue's neck: "Killing pays for life." ”

Although he couldn't see Mu Tong's complete face, his temperament and tone of speech that rejected people thousands of miles away were very much like a person.

"I have a lot of enemies, but I only have a head, who do you think I should give it to?"

Mu Tong didn't want to listen to her rhetoric, he wanted to use the sword in his hand to avenge his mentor!

Mu Tong's eyes froze, and the sword in her hand had already stabbed towards Feixue, Feixue was not a master who could be caught with her hands tied, she suddenly got up, and the sword light passed by, just cutting the rope that bound her body.

Feixue licked her chapped lips, thinking that this kid should not be sent by heaven to save herself, and with a little force, the rope completely collapsed.

Mu Tong obviously didn't expect that such a situation would be caused, he withdrew his sword and stared at Feixue vigilantly.

Feixue has been tied up for two days, and her body bones are about to be broken by the rope, and she finally regains her free body, and she has to move her hands and feet.

Feixue turned her neck while looking at the young man in front of her who was facing a great enemy, and couldn't help but make a suggestion: "Hey, I said your name is Mu Tong, we don't know each other anyway, my name is Feixue, since you want to kill me to take revenge, I have a suggestion here, do you listen?" ”

Mu Tong did not speak, nor did she refute.

Feixue agreed to him: "This dungeon is too small, if we want to fight, we might as well go out and fight, otherwise it won't be happy, what do you think?" ”

Mu Tong snorted coldly: "I think you want to escape, right?" ”

"Brother, if I want to escape, do you think you can stop me on your own?" Feixue lowered her body and looked at Mu Tong with interest.

She was right, and Mu Tong followed Feixue to the front of the Xiaoyao Palace.

The night was hazy, and it was the time when the disciples were asleep.

Coming here to duel is the best place, Feixue looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and stretched her waist: "For the sake of your filial piety, I will give you a chance, I will give you a hand, what do you think?" ”

"No, even if you have three heads and six arms, I can still take your life!"

After all, he is too young and vigorous, and he is really ashamed to speak.

"Hehe, it's interesting for you to talk, it's really boring to just fight, let's not make a bet."

"Bets?" What tricks is she going to play?

Feixue looked around the Xiaoyao Hall for a week, and thought about it: "If I lose, my head on the neck, you can take it, but if I win, I will ask the heads of all the disciples of your Xiaoyao Sect, and let them go down to bury the old man, what do you think?" ”

The stakes are too big, and the lives of all the disciples of the Freedom Sect are all pressed on Mu Tong's body, this ......

"I don't bet." Mu Tong looked away and refused.

Feixue smiled quietly, she liked to see Mu Tong's face show such a panicked look: "You don't have the right to choose, I just bet when I say it." ”

Anyway, she barely gave Mu Tong any chance to react, and stepped forward with one hand to catch Mu Tong off guard, if it wasn't for Mu Tong's quick reaction, I'm afraid that her neck would be broken by her now.

Feixue's moves are ferocious, and Mu Tong's moves with her are like fighting with a fierce beast, and there is no discipline at all.

In addition, the speed of Feixue is extremely fast, like a ghost, and Mu Tong can still deal with dozens of moves, but in the long run, Mu Tong will gradually become a downward trend.

Blizzard was not in a hurry to kill him, but was very patient in teasing him, scratching his shoulders and twisting his wrists so that he could not hold the hilt of the sword, or she would deliberately break his ribs to see the way his face was distorted.

As long as Mu Tong is in pain, it is the happiness of Feixue.

At the end of the game, Mu Tong had no good place on his body, his clothes were stained red with blood, and he knelt on the ground on one leg, if it weren't for the sword in his hand as a support, he would probably lie on the ground even more embarrassed like a poor worm and couldn't get up.

Feixue approached step by step, bent down, and made a sympathetic look: "Xiao Mutong, you still want to avenge that old man with this little ability, I haven't fought with all my strength, and you have already fallen down." ”

Mu Tong's hands trembled but he didn't give up the sword in his hand, he raised his eyes, and a trace of fierceness flashed: "I...... I haven't lost yet. ”

Feixue laughed, her tone was full of contempt and disdain: "Look at your current appearance, can you still get up and fight me again?" ”

Mu Tong gritted his teeth, but he couldn't use any strength in his legs.

"Forget it, instead of watching you die and struggle, I might as well relieve you, so that you won't be in pain, it's a pity, I haven't fought enough, that old man is really happy, and soon he will have three thousand disciples to accompany him."

Mu Tong's eyes widened, it doesn't matter if he dies, but the Loose Sect can't fall!

Feixue had already opened her palm, and was about to fall from Mu Tong's head, when suddenly a sword light flashed, and Feixue was caught off guard by this sword light, she staggered back a few steps, only to see a long sword floating in the air, protecting Mu Tong.

This sword, Feixue knows.

Isn't this Situ Qianchen's Qingye Sword?

Mu Tong obviously didn't expect that on the line of life and death, there would be an inexplicable sword coming out to protect him.

Feixue knew that Situ Qianchen was in retreat, and it stands to reason that this sword should follow him, but how could he come here?

Feixue suddenly thought that when she talked to Baizhu that day, she had done something with Mu Tong, and Baizhu's face changed suddenly, and she also banned her feet for this, could it be ...... Does this guy have anything to do with Situ Qianchen?

Qingye's sword floated down, helping Mu Tong to stand up, the sword body trembled, Mu Tong didn't know what the sword wanted to say, but subconsciously held his sword hilt, as soon as his hand touched the sword hilt, Qingye Sword quieted down.

Feixue is simply unbelievable, Qingye Sword can accept others except for the master Situ Qianchen?!

In this way, I am afraid that there is only one possibility, and he may be...... What about Situ Qianchen?

The idea was so bold that Blizzard didn't even notice that another figure was coming at her behind her, and by the time she came back to her senses, she had been badly injured in the back.

The person who came was Hua Yue.

Mu Tong is dealing with her, but Huayue, she doesn't have much certainty.

Hua Yue was in front of Mu Tong, and her side eyes stopped him: "There's nothing to do with you here, hurry up!" ”

Mu Tong held the Qingye sword, and when he looked up, Hua Yue was already entangled with Feixue, Hua Yue's martial arts were superb, Mu Tong had already looked at it very carefully, but he still couldn't see every sword move that Hua Yue swung, he could only see Huang Ying, and the panicked Feixue.

The gap between him and Hua Yue is probably like this, no wonder, Ruyi will never leave him, and he will not even leave him.

Hua Yue was able to catch Feixue once, and of course she could catch it a second time, and seeing that Feixue was about to be defeated, suddenly, an extremely sharp dagger pierced through her abdomen.

Her fangs and claws froze in mid-air, and her surprised gaze moved down, this dagger she recognized, it belonged to Baizhu.

In this world, her body is invulnerable, and only Baizhu can kill her.

Hua Yue retreated a little distance, and her gaze fell on Bai Shu behind her through the flying snow, he was dressed in blue, his cloak covered his face, and he could barely see any of his expression.

This ending, Blizzard guessed.

Her hand grasped the dagger, and she drew it mercilessly, and the moment she turned around, she saw the man standing behind her.

Feixue didn't know whether to cry or laugh, she looked at him, her lips slightly open, "I knew you would come to pick me up after all." ”

Baizhu was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Yes, I'm here to take you home." ”

When Feixue heard this, the corners of his lips hooked up with a smile of relief, until the end, he still cared about himself, even if he stabbed himself, he must have his own place in his heart.

The blood in his body flowed out quickly, and before the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect arrived, Feixue had already turned into a dried corpse and lay in Baizhu's arms.

Baizhu hugged Feixue, he didn't say a word again the whole time, he took her away, Huayue didn't stop her, Feixue was also pitiful, and it was a kind of happiness to be able to die in the hands of the person he loved in the end.