In the beautiful front yard of the mansion, there is only a suffocating silence and the smell of blood wafting in the faint fragrance of flowers.

“…… Twenty, twenty-one. Feng Xiaoxiao counted silently, walked through the corridor, and walked to the backyard.

A majestic but incomparably feminine male voice came from the deep courtyard: "My friend has trespassed on my door and killed indiscriminately, and I, Shangguan Long, will never let you go." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao turned around towards the voice, and seemed to laugh dumbly: "I'm about to try the good way of Shangguan Da Long's head." ”

A loud cry sounded like a thunderbolt on the ground, and then the figure flashed, Shangguan Long finally appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, jumped off the stone road three zhang away from the corridor, and confronted Feng Xiaoxiao across the corridor, holding a dragon head steel cane, and also had a momentum.

This Luoyang gang leader is in his fifties, has a pair of attractive ears, and his stature is not high, but he gives people a strong and solid feeling.

But with his gorgeous clothes, with a slightly pale face and puffy eyes, a clear-eyed person can know at a glance that he has been immersed in wine for a long time.

Behind him, dozens of blue-clothed men were followed, all of them were burly, with blades in their hands, glaring angrily, looking fierce and abnormal, and at this time they scattered in all directions, or blocked the path, or flashed into the flowers, surrounding the wind and Xiaoxiao.

Shangguan Long's eyes shot a vicious look, and he snorted coldly: "What a gut! I, Shangguan Long, will make you howl miserably for ten days and you will not die!" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao seemed to be smiling, and just wanted to speak, but his eyes suddenly froze and looked to the side.

The sound of the wind breaking through the clothes, a powerful and incomparable energy suddenly surged from the side, swirling and pressing down, thousands of fine fragments, like a sharp knife, with the strong wind Xiao Xiao hit his head, slashing and chopping, and the mercury was unguardable.

This man came in such a hurry. It was simply terrifying, with Feng Xiaoxiao's sensitive and expansive aura, the moment he found him, this person had already swept in front of him and launched a stormy attack.

With such a vertical and horizontal turbulence, even Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be moved. His eyes lit up, and he snorted coldly, as if frozen into eternity, ringing in his ear drums.

It's not just the sound that freezes, but also the people who come and the invisible wind!

The man stood still, his back to the bright moon, and behind him there was a golden glow of the crescent moon, but the front was not in the darkness, and it was indescribably evil.

He was staring down at Feng Xiaoxiao from above. Ten fingers are stretched, and the momentum is flying, and the violent energy that rushed in front of Feng Xiaoxiao is inextricably linked.

Under the mirror of the heart, everything tangible and intangible is hidden.

The dense and sharp energy is dense, like a moon flower bush full of thorns on the branches, but the wind is sluggish but it seems to be a leisurely stroll through it.

He raised the tip of his sword slightly, and the sword light was already shining in the sky. A little sharp edge, reflecting the rising oblique moon. It's cold, cool, and chilly, full of endless killing opportunities.

The skill of the person who came was obviously among the top in the world, but at the last moment, he forcibly broke free from the shackles of the heart mirror, and his hands and claws were unpredictable and uncertain. It's elusive, and it's very tightly sealed, but because of the change of tactics halfway, you can only retreat, and retreat quickly. Faster than when you came!

Feng Xiaoxiao only made a sword that was not yet exhausted, and he forced him ten zhang away, and landed on the courtyard wall in shock.

The moonlight slanted over the body, and finally the person was clearly illuminated, tall and thin, but it could give people a feeling of stiffness, the skin had a kind of tanning after long-term exposure, and he had a sheep's face, but the contours were distinct, as clear and powerful as a knife, with a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, and indeed had a deterrent spirit that was not angry and self-threatening.

And there was a sinister and cunning glow in his twinkling eyes.

This kind of person, everything will be centered on himself, as if he thinks that he has the privilege given to him by God, but he can run rampant, and now he is no exception and said coldly: "Leng said: "Who are you, report the name of the old man Qu Ao." ”

"Tiele Flying Eagle" Qu Ao?

Feng Xiaoxiao was annoyed that he sneaked up without saying a word, glanced at him defiantly, and suddenly disappeared, and two screams sounded from behind the flowers.

When Feng Xiaoxiao turned back to his original place in an instant, fresh blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

He faced Qu Ao, who was still standing on the wall, and before he could react, he smiled slowly: "Twenty-three, there are still seven left." ”

The tone was very ridiculous, as if he was ridiculing Qu Ao for his incompetence.

Qu Ao's face was pale, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

Just now, he had already shot with all his might, but he didn't know that Feng Xiaoxiao easily resolved his killing attempt, and in front of Shangguan Long, now it was obvious that he didn't put him in his eyes, how could he teach him not to be shameless.

Qu proudly rose into the air and shouted: "Today next year will be your death day." ”

The body is like an eagle killing prey, and it is like a lightning flash, and the palms are pressed down with all their might.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't care about the tilt of his head, his footsteps were staggered, and the bluestone slab immediately collapsed on the spot, showing two bottomless palm prints, but there was no crack on the hard and brittle bluestone slab, which showed that Qu Ao shot out angrily, how terrifying the strength was, if it hit a person's body, I was afraid that I could slap all the flesh and bones into slurry.

Qu Ao's true qi was exhausted, and he landed on the top of the rockery, turning his eyes to look at Feng Xiaoxiao, and suddenly his face turned blue to black, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

It turned out that Feng Xiaoxiao didn't care about his violent attack at all, holding a sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was dripping blood, and two people beside him fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, and their foreheads turned white with blood.

He obviously had the ability to kill all the Luoyang Gang in the field in an instant, but he only killed two people before stopping, and met Qu Ao's angry gaze with a smile, as if to say: "I just want to be angry with you, how can you bear me?" ”

Qu Ao was simply furious, but under his anger just now, he cast the "Eagle Transformation Thirteen Style" that should never be used in vain under the condition of the loss of the true element, and now he has no strength left, and it is impossible for him to be the opponent of this person with extremely excellent swordsmanship.

Immediately, Qu Ao moved sideways and disappeared into the darkness of the backyard.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't care about him, turned around leisurely, and said to Shangguan Long, who was already in a cold sweat on his forehead: "What did Shangguan Da Longtou tell me just now?" Ten days of miserable howling, and then what? I didn't hear much because I was interrupted, so please say it again, okay? ”

Even Qu Ao was defeated and retreated in an instant, with Feng Xiaoxiao's appearance and martial arts, how could Shangguan Long no longer be able to guess who he was? Dry smile: "Wind ...... Your Excellency laughed, how dare you ......"

Because of the help of others, it was impossible for him to call out the name of "Holy Emperor".

Feng Xiaoxiao sneered: "You dare to say it." ”

The tip of the sword was raised, and the light flashed like lightning, and the two blue-clothed men who stopped in front of the corridor fell to the sky without saying a word.

Feng Xiaoxiao has arrived at Langkou, only three zhang away from Shangguan Long.

He lowered his gaze, stared at the blood flower that slipped from the tip of the sword and fell to the ground, and said lightly, "Twenty-seven." (To be continued.) )

PS: There was a bug in the second update yesterday, Xu Ziling knew that Bian Buyi was Shan Wanjing's biological father, but I wrote that I didn't know, under the reminder of the book friend's "Destiny of Heaven", it has been corrected, thank you!

In addition, the second update that was repeated yesterday has been replaced with the correct content, and book friends who read books on the mobile APP only need to renew the previous chapter.