That's impossible!

Looking at the strange young man who was dripping blood on his hand and walking step by step, Ruan Xiaomei's scalp was numb and she took a few steps back. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the servants couldn't see the greasy end of the accelerated wooden stick, she knew better than anyone that Xiao San relied on the remnant sword veins to cultivate to the second stage of the sword apprentice.

But now he was knocked to the ground by a waste who only condensed the sword vortex and couldn't refine the sword element?

Looking at the half of the wooden stick in Demon Zangfeng's hand in horror, could it be that after a year, he finally cultivated the sword yuan.

But even if he cultivated the Sword Yuan, with his sword vein talent, he...

While she was thinking wildly, Demon Hidden Blade had already arrived in front of Scarface, who was covering his nose and howling.

Scarface suddenly felt it, and opened his eyes suddenly, and he was horrified to find that Demon Hidden Feng was already standing in front of him with half a spike.

The dazzling sunlight made it impossible for him to see the boy's face clearly, only a pair of sparkling eyes that were cold to the bone.

"You, don't mess around", under the domination of fear, Scarface temporarily forgot about the pain on the bridge of his nose and struggled to leave.

Demon Hidden Blade ignored the attendant who was propping himself up on the ground, and the half-cut spike in his hand clenched suddenly.

Kill him!

Another heavy killing sound echoed in his ears, and under the stimulation of the four small swords in the sea of knowledge, Demon Zangfeng's killing heart became higher and higher.

Lifting a foot and stomping on Scarface's chest, making him unable to move, Demon Hidden Blade held half of the wooden thorn and aimed it at the heart at his feet, raising it high.

"You, are you crazy, do you dare to ignore the clan precepts, aren't you afraid of enforcing the law and the sword guard!"

Ruan Xiaomei suddenly said with a stubble.

The servants watched the sudden change in front of them, and they all swallowed their saliva, and their hearts were furious.

They have seen vicious and ruthless, but where have they seen a terrifying teenager like Demon Zangfeng who wants to kill someone if he disagrees.

"He must have wanted to scare Scarface," said the blue-hatted boy in a cold sweat.

The rest of the servants nodded their heads one after another, he must not dare to make a move.

In this Lin clan, except for life and death fights, they are never allowed to kill people, even if they are descendants.

Once you kill someone for no reason, no matter how advanced your swordsmanship and cultivation are, you can't escape the capture of the group of law enforcement sword guards in the clan precepts.

But did he really dare not do it?

Not only the little guy in green, but everyone couldn't help but have this thought.

Under their gaze, Demon Zangfeng gave the best answer.

The half-cut wooden thorn that was raised high slammed into the body under the sudden force of the Demon Hidden Blade.

"Ah, don't", Scarface's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the stick that had stabbed him deeply, his heart trembling and full of regret.

Why did you bring a wooden stick, why did you come, why did you get confused in the first place, and followed Ruan Xiaomei, a slut, after a night of lingering.

"Ahem, ahem", a sudden cough interrupted Scarface's memories, interrupted the breath held by the crowd, and also interrupted the falling wooden thorn in the hand of Demon Hidden Blade.

Demon Hidden Blade's indifferent face finally changed slightly, and the half-cut wooden thorn that stopped in his hand had already penetrated Scarface's clothes, leaving a little blush on his chest.

The sound of swallowing saliva kept sounding, and the servants were in a cold sweat, and even their hands and feet were faintly weak.

He really dared to do it!

The breeze blew, and many people's scalps were cold, and they faintly smelled a fishy smell.

Turning his head to look at Scarface, he saw that his terrifying face was full of fear, and his body was already damp at some point.

He actually peed, and everyone understood it and felt very funny at the same time.

"Do it, hey, little bastard, you're finished, let me tell you, I'll let Xin'er hand you over to the law enforcement sword guards on the charge of intentional murder, and put you in the clan discipline center, so that you won't be able to get out for the rest of your life", seeing that Demon Zangfeng didn't dare to make a move, Ruan Xiaomei suddenly raised her finger and said with a sharp face.

"Grass, damn stinky bitch, do you wish I died if you stir up trouble now", feeling the wooden thorn against his chest, Scarface cursed in his heart.

Demon Zangfeng didn't speak, after hearing Lin Yuechan's cough, he woke up a little clear in his murderous consciousness, but soon, Demon Zangfeng's faint autonomous consciousness was overwhelmed by the remaining huge murderous aura.

Kill him!

As the wooden thorn in Demon Zangfeng's hand trembled, Scarface was suddenly frightened, and even had the intention of strangling Ruan Xiaomei.

Just when Demon Zangfeng's face returned to indifference, and the wooden thorn was raised high again, Lin Yuechan's soft shout attracted Demon Zangfeng's attention.

"Little, Xiao Feng, don't...", with a little blood foam in her mouth, Lin Yuechan raised her hand to grab Demon Zangfeng's hand, but because of the sharp pain from her backbone, she couldn't lift it.

Looking at the little hand in mid-air in a daze, Demon Zangfeng's heart suddenly twitched, and a trace of strange and familiar memories poured into his mind again.

Seeing that there were distracting thoughts, a group of murderous spirits pounced on the memory like hungry wolves, wanting to devour it all.

However, that trace of memory was like a small flame in the room full of cotton, and the moment the murderous aura touched it, it instantly turned into a raging fire and burned.

In less than half a breath, all the murderous energy was burned out, and finally formed a drop of dew as red as blood, which quietly stayed in the demon hidden feng's divine soul villain.

"Sister Yuechan", shouted in a daze, feeling the somewhat weak soul, as well as the extra drop of blood dew in the soul, Demon Zangfeng suddenly recalled his previous actions, and a trace of cold sweat crossed his forehead.

What's wrong with you?

He did have a killing intent when Lin Yuechan vomited blood, but the skyrocketing killing intent almost made him unable to control himself!

"Xiao Feng", Lin Yuechan frowned, her expression was a little painful, and her rapid breathing became weaker and weaker.

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Demon Zangfeng threw away the wooden thorn in his hand and grabbed Lin Yuechan's hand.

"Sister Yuechan, don't speak, I'll take you to the hospital", after saying that, Demon Zangfeng hugged Lin Yuechan horizontally, trying not to touch her back.

saved, the scarface on the ground saw that the wooden thorn finally moved away from his heart, and a huge stone hanging in his heart fell with a bang, and even the pain on the bridge of his nose was temporarily forgotten.

"Hurry up and put people down, I tell you, you can't escape!"

At this moment, Ruan Xiaomei's voice rang out inappropriately.

Looking at Ruan Xiaomei, who was pointing at her waist and pretending to be fierce, Demon Zangfeng's expression turned cold.

The woman disgusted him even more.

"You, what do you see, let me tell you, I am your adoptive mother, you have to listen to whatever I say, if you dare to resist, it will be a big rebellion, I will let Xin'er report to the clan precept and let people punish you"

With the backing of the clan precepts, Ruan Xiaomei became more and more excited and arrogant the more she spoke, and even the initial panic went a lot.

This little bastard must have been afraid of the clan discipline so he didn't dare to do it, Ruan Xiaomei was sure of this.