readx; His name is Zhao Yu, and he is the first day disciple of the Zhao family, and his strength is in the six major consummations of the Qi Martial Realm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This is your master's own effort, my knife, never merciless. ”

As soon as Nie Feng's words came out, he immediately caused the Zhao family's disciples to be furious.

"Zhao Yu, you must kill this kid to avenge the head of the family. ”

"Rest assured, my sword, will never be defeated. ”

The white-clothed young man's voice fell, and the sword had already cast a cold glow.

The sword, the sword of the sword, the domineering expansion.

Suddenly, an invisible sword aura bloomed, and the aura of slaughter permeated the space, as if it was about to pierce the heavens and the earth.

Nie Feng didn't have any qi, only the cold sword light, reflecting everything.

"Hmph, you don't even have a good breath, it's just a waste. ”

Zhao Yu stepped out, and there was a faint sword aura flickering on his body.

"Feng'er, you are not his opponent, step back first. ”

Nie Feng raised his cold pupils and looked at Zhao Yu, the raging flames were full of qi, and he was out of his body to resist.

"Elder Nie, I never pay attention to it. ”

Zhao Yu said contemptuously.

"Yes, the old man wants to see today, how capable you are a brat who has not dried up milk. ”

Step!――

Nie Fengyang also stepped out, he wanted to see why Zhao Yu on the other side dared to say such arrogant words.

After all, Nie Fengyang had experienced countless ups and downs in his life, and his vision was far from even comparable to the city lord of Yeyang City.

"Thunder Sword Battle!"

Zhao Yu drank softly, and the monstrous sword qi was like raging sand and dust, and it was also like a big wave rolling.

"Fire Dragon Fist!"

Nie Feng raised his fist and roared, as if he had turned into a fire dragon, absorbing the surrounding dust and dead leaves, and crashing into Zhao Yu.

Bang!bang!――

With a hard shock, Zhao Yu's saber teeth deviated, colliding with the latter's fist, only to feel that there was a strong and fierce force that penetrated into the sword body, making his mouth numb, and his blood shook slightly.

When!when!-

The sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Poof!-"

Zhao Yu shook out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated sharply.

"That's how you use the sword, you can't even catch the old man's punch, don't you think what you just said was too conceited?"

Nie Fengyang sneered.

At this very moment.

"Don't let them run!"

A group of city lords' guards, like dense ants, suddenly came from one side.

A masked man walking at the front, wearing a black cloak, has a steady breath, and seems to have reached the level of a nine-horizontal martial artist, the psychic realm.

"Feng'er, destroy the city gate, you flee first, and the old man will break it for you. ”

The knife in Nie Fengyang's hand fused with the pale blue martial arts true qi, and when the qi and blood rose, the flame qi rose again.

"Father-in-law, since this matter has alarmed the city lord, it is better for you and me to leave here together. ”

Nie Feng said.

"The enemy is outnumbered, and even if you and I escape, we will be caught up sooner or later. In this way, it is better for the old man to sacrifice his life and win time to escape in order to save your life. Feng'er, you have to remember that you are my Nie Fengyang's righteous son, you must live uprightly, and hot-blooded men shed blood without tears. You go quickly. ”

Nie Feng finished his threat, and rushed forward with a horizontal knife.

Nie Feng looked at the figure that he might never see again in the future, although he was reluctant, but he had no choice.

"Stormy Waves!"

The wind and waves of the tyrant were slapped out by Nie Feng, and the city gate was suddenly destroyed, and dust flew up all over the ground.

Nie Feng didn't know what father's love was, but that inexplicable warm current flowed through his heart again.

Looking back, looking at it, Nie Fengyang had already killed in the enemy's bushes, swords, flying all over the sky, and pools of blood.

"Knife Walk!"

Nie Feng roared and shouted, and the snow and silver cold light were messy and constantly killing blood.

The aura of the sword, swaying, agility, and knife momentum are even more vast.

Nie Feng held back his tears, played "Gale Crossing", and rushed away.

This tear was the first time he shed for his father's love.

"Sword Kill!"

A piercing shout sounded, causing Nie Feng to look back suddenly.

I saw a more domineering sword light flashing, and in a large area of people, it flew away in a flash, and blood flew out.

A figure was being killed by the sword.

Nie Feng hurriedly turned his gaze back, and two lines of muddy tears dripped silently.

Of course, he knew who it was that fell.

Nie Feng's heart suddenly became cold, so cold that people felt a little biting cold.

In his eyes, his expression was complex, a vague gray color, ruthless and deep and boundless・・・・・・・

"There's one boy left, brethren, chase!"

The masked man raised his arms and exclaimed, and the escorts quickly left Yeyang City・・・・・・・

・・・・・・・

Nie Feng flew at a constant speed, his heart aching and tears.

He lost his parents when he was a child, and today, at the age of fourteen, he has lost a beloved stepfather.

He felt that fate was always allowing him to lose everything and not have everything.

Nie Feng has not been involved in the world much, but he has truly experienced what it means to be in the hot and cold world.

Hatred and anger were tangled in his heart.

"Hugh wants to escape!"

At this moment, a guard was approaching Nie Feng.

Hum!――

A familiar sound of the piano sounded, and the space seemed to fluctuate, and the guard who was about to approach also trembled.

His throat was pierced by something invisible, and when the sound stopped, he fell to the ground.

"What people!"

The masked man stopped, vigilant.

"Wind Moon?"

Nie Feng's expression froze, and he was surprised.

"Wait for the guards in the city, return quickly, if not, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the piano. ”

The person who said this sounded like a middle-aged man, not Feng Yinyue himself.

"I know, you are a member of the Qin Demon Sect, but if you want to go against me, you should weigh your own weight first. ”

The masked man snorted coldly.

"Buzz, buzz!—"

There were two soft sounds, and between the transmission of the piano sound, two more guards were killed by the sound of the piano.

"I understand, you want to make an example of the monkey, but don't think that if you do this, I will be afraid of you. ”

Before the masked man could speak, the fluctuation of the sound of the piano reappeared.

This sound indicates a chill, the trees are withering, and everything is about to wither.

Death, a very deathly breath, is contained in the whole sound.

It's an elusive, somewhat annihilating feeling.

The murderous spirit and the sound of the piano are flawless, integrated and complement each other.

This is the martial artist of the Qin Demon Sect, the coveted Qin Demon Realm, the sound of the Qin Demon is you, you are the sound of the Qin.

It can be seen that the person who played the piano hiding in the shadows has far exceeded the scope of Feng Yinyue's cultivation.

Poof!――

More than 20 guards, spurting blood from their mouths, and understating a burst of piano sound, killed more than 20 people in an instant!

"How is this possible, this ・・・・・・・, the Qin Demon Sect has been wiped out for a long time, and most of the real masters have lost their lives・・・・・・・ Qin Demon Realm, how can it be ・・・・・・・?"

The masked man looked suspicious.

Who is he?