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Chapter 1: Midnight Terror

"There is a reward for catching Feng Zhenghong and evil!" Lin Haicheng, who was originally peaceful in the middle of the night, shouted in the blink of an eye, the sound of panic, crying, and roaring was shocking, and the sea of fire everywhere reflected the dark night, and the people who were unaware of it in their sleep turned into dead souls one by one, begging was just the fun of the devil's executioner.

The Windy City Mansion, which had stood in the Windy City for hundreds of years, was experiencing a bloody catastrophe at this time, and the helpless servants fell in despair one by one in a pool of blood, and the panicked guards died before they could pick up the sword in their hands.

"Feng Lao, no matter what, I have to leave with Feng Ze, this is the only bloodline of my Feng family, I will lead someone to open the way for you, how far can you escape. Feng Zhenghong pierced a man in black with a sword, then turned around and looked down at his five-year-old son Feng Ze, and reached out and gently stroked his son, who was still asleep.

"Hong'er, you come with us, Lin Haicheng is finished, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood. "Feng Lao is Feng Zhenghong's father's housekeeper, he watched Feng Zhenghong grow up since he was a child, taught him to practice martial arts, and helped him run the ancestral business of the Feng family.

"I know who they are, and I know what they want to do, there is a piece of snow jade on Xiao Ze's body, this snow jade has been guarded by our Feng family for hundreds of years, although I don't know what snow jade is for, but the ancestors have always guarded it for their reasons. Feng Lao, their attention is on me, I lure them away, you take the opportunity to hurry away, if Feng Zhenghong can still get away with his life, I will catch up with you. Feng Zhenghong kissed Feng Ze's immature little face lightly, turned around and rushed to the screaming crowd. "Old wind, let's go!"

"Feng Zhenghong Feng City Lord, look where you are running!" A cold and evil voice suddenly came from the night sky, and at this moment, it seemed that the temperature of the air around him was dropping sharply, which made people tremble.

"Tanglin Evil Seat Qiu Wuxie, how could it be him?" Feng Zhenghong stood stunned and couldn't help frowning. Feng Zhenghong participated in the siege of this person many years ago, just imagine that less than ten people in the dozens of people surrounded the team and returned in a miserable defeat, and this Qiu Wuxian was only seriously injured and fled, you can imagine how terrible this person is!

"Ten Thousand Bone Cup, go find your new master!" Without further ado, Qiu Wuxian made a direct move. The Ten Thousand Bone Cup is a very evil exercise practiced by Qiu Wuxian in southern Xinjiang, collecting the cup worms and refining it with the blood of a baby and the secret method, which is extremely domineering, and the person who touches it suffers from the pain of heartthirst, and the seven orifices bleed to death, turning into a puddle of sewage.

And the reason why Feng Zhenghong has been able to sit firmly as the city lord of Lin Hai City for decades, in addition to his conscientious and hard work in managing his ancestral business, he also has a supreme cultivation of the Spirit King Realm that is proud of Lin Hai City. Although he knew that life and death were uncertain today, he had to fight to the death in order to leave a chance for Ozawa to escape!

"Sword Intent-Wind Sound!" Feng Zhenghong swung his sword and stood up, and a sword-shaped wave of water went towards Qiu Wuxie. The Feng family has been cultivating the sword for hundreds of years, the so-called hundred soldiers and swords are respected, the sword cultivator holds the world by himself, and the sword is difficult to cultivate since ancient times, but if he succeeds, he will be proud of the others, which is also Feng Zhenghong's ability to override the same level in the Wind City.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" One by one, the cup insects were shattered by Feng Zhenghong's sword intent and let out a painful scream, but how could Qiu Wuxie's proud spiritual skill be so unbearable, I saw Qiu Wuxie's hands together and silently reciting the mantra, and the chopped cup insects flew up again and went straight to Feng Zhenghong.

"No growth at all!"

"Sword Intent-Broken Soldier!" This was the strongest blow that Feng Zhenghong had cultivated, he knew that he couldn't resist Qiu Wuxie, but if he didn't put a little pressure on him, Feng Lao and Xiao Ze would have less chance of escaping. Feng Zhenghong and the sword turned into a sword qi and rushed towards Qiu Wuxie.

"If it was ten years ago, maybe I would still be afraid of three points, for today's child's play, hand over Xue Yu, maybe I will have mercy on you and give you a whole corpse." Qiu Wuxian slowly soared into the air, and clouds of black qi surrounded his body, as hideous as a demon from hell. "Nether Palm—Go!"

Just when Feng Zhenghong was about to touch Qiu Wuxie, his body was suddenly surrounded by black qi, and the sword that was originally pointing to Qiu Wuxian slowly began to shatter, you must know that this sword is the natal sword that Feng Zhenghong cultivated!

"Ding!" The sword shattered in response, Feng Zhenghong's galloping body fell to the ground with a "boom", and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Qiu Wuxian looked at Feng Zhenghong with a sneer.

"Vulnerable!"

"If you want to get that piece of jade, you are delusional, even if I die!" Feng Zhenghong secretly glanced at the direction in which Feng Lao left, and prayed to the Supreme Sword God in his heart for the ancestors and grandchildren, but his casual eyes inadvertently brought unimaginable disasters to Feng Lao and Feng Ze.

"What's there for you to be nostalgic for?" several femme fatales quickly ran in the direction of Qiu Wuxian's finger with the Soul Breaker Knife that was still dripping blood. Qiu Wuxian walked to Feng Zhenghong's side step by step, pointed at Feng Zhenghong and said, "Stubborn!" A heavy blow to Feng Zhenghong's head, this blow marked the end of the Feng Mansion that had stood in Linhai City for hundreds of years, poor Feng Zhenghong I was a hero!

"Grandpa Feng, Grandpa Feng, where are we going, it's so cold!" Along the way, Feng Lao kept walking with Feng Ze who was still asleep, and he refused to miss even a chance to breathe, for fear that he would live up to Feng Zhenghong's entrustment.

"Shhh

"Bad old man, where are you going with a child in the middle of the night, the night road is dark, carefully knock off your front teeth!" Just when Feng Lao was holding Feng Ze and had just escaped from the gate of Wind City, the cold and evil voice came into his ears again.

"Not good!" Feng Lao exclaimed in his heart, holding Feng Ze and about to leave. Unfortunately, Qiu Wuxie's speed was too fast, and before Feng Lao's footsteps fell, he appeared in front of Feng Lao, stretching out a pair of wrinkled hands that were almost shriveled and trying to snatch Feng Ze from Feng Lao's arms.

"Get out of here!" Feng Lao shook off Qiu Wuxie's hand vigorously, but a feeling like an egg hitting a stone quickly spread throughout Feng Lao's body, as if he was about to be paralyzed, Feng Lao Jiang froze! "It's so strong!" Feng Lao exclaimed in his heart.

"I don't know whether to live or die, I'm sending you to hell!" Qiu Wuxian could see that the old man intended to protect this child, and they still escaped from the Feng Mansion, otherwise how could Feng Zhenghong stare at it when he was dying, presumably the identity of this old man and young man must not be simple. Now that Feng Zhenghong is dead, even if he doesn't get Xue Yu to catch the two alive, he can be considered a mess.

Feng Lao himself is also a cultivator of the Spirit King Realm, aside from the Feng Ze in his arms, people will fight to the death when their lives are threatened, but this evil strength Spirit King Mirror is at the peak of the third layer! Feng Lao looked at the curled up little Feng Ze, and the two lines of old tears couldn't stop flowing, if he died here, what would be the fate of the five-year-old Xiao Feng Ze in the future?

"Xiao Ze, don't look back along this road, grandpa will look for you in a while!" Feng Lao pushed Feng Ze away and blocked in front of him, although he always had to leave a glimmer of hope for Feng Ze when he died, and then apologize to the ancestors of the Feng family on the Huangquan Road.

"Grandpa, I'm scared! It's so dark! Are these people bad, they look so ugly, I'll sue my father to arrest them! Grandpa, why are you crying?" Xiao Fengze said dejectedly.

"Ozawa, it's okay, don't be afraid, when grandpa beats these villains away, grandpa will go to you. Feng Lao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his head and looked at Qiu Wuxian viciously, wishing that he would become a demon and tear him apart.

"Come on, grandpa, knock out their front teeth!" Probably the trust that Feng Lao has formed in Xiao Fengze's heart for a long time, Xiao Fengze smiled and turned around after sticking out his tongue at Qiu Wuxian and the others.

"Thousands of poisons and hundreds of hands" may be that some of Xiao Fengze's words hurt this high-flying Tanglin evil seat, and he did not hesitate at all to start attacking directly in the direction of Feng Lao.

"Source of Water - Reincarnation!" The reason why Feng Lao has a high status in the Feng Mansion is not only because of his status as the head of the Feng family for two generations, but also because of the special water system exercises he has cultivated.

In the Xuanyue Continent, most of the monks practice the exercises with the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, with the golden fire as the main attack, and the water and wood as the main treatment and recreation, and the earth as the main defense, while the water system exercises require the monks to have water spirituality in their own conditions, and most people have no relationship with it. Back then, Feng Lao was being fought over by major families because of his water spirituality, but at that time, Feng Lao was hurt by love and went incognito, and those families were afraid that their opponents would get Feng Lao and grow stronger, so they had to kill Feng Lao. Feng Lao hid in Tibet all day long, depressed, at that time, Feng Fu had several generations of one side, a call for Bainuo, Feng Lao had to hide in Feng Fu to save his life. Fengfu also cherishes talents like gold, and takes care of Feng Lao in every way, and the two have been in love for a long time.

"It's actually water cultivation, and I earned it this time, wahaha!" "Water cultivation, this is a treasure! If you can't get snow jade but have this water cultivation exchange, Qiu Wuxian will also have something to hand over to the top, maybe he will also get a reward, it's really worth the trip!"

A water blade that emitted a faint blue light softly enveloped Qiu Wuxie's black fist and made a "squeak" sound. In just one breath, the water blade lost its brilliance, and the black fist rushed out of the water blade and headed towards Feng Lao.

"It's just that you're still a little tender!haha!" Qiu Wuxian said mockingly.

"The Source of Water - Chong Void! The Source of Water - Shine Brightly! The Source of Water - Terrifying Waves!" Qiu Wuxie's black fist did not arrive, but Feng Lao could feel the tremendous pressure brought to him by this fist, and he swung out three spiritual skills in a row.

Qiu Wuxian smiled with a sinister smile and casually slapped another "Thousand Poisons and Hundred Tempering Hands", but at the same time, his figure began to move, the target - Feng Ze!

Feng Lao found that Qiu Wuxie's tune tiger left the mountain and blocked Feng Ze's back with a "whoosh", but unfortunately Qiu Wuxie's speed was far from being something that Feng Lao could stop. It is the same as the Spirit King Realm, but the difference in strength is thousands of miles, a Spirit King peak can be comparable to more than a dozen or twenty Spirit King and a Heavy Heaven Monk with the strength of one person, if the cultivation method is special, the gap is even greater, obviously this Qiu Wuxian is the latter! Qiu Wuxian easily threw a palm at Feng Lao, and stretched out his hand to grab Feng Ze.

"Source of Water - Shield! Source of Water - Shocking Waves!" "Feng Lao did not hesitate to apply a water escape to Feng Ze, afraid that Qiu Wuxie's grasp would bring damage to Feng Ze, and at the same time he cast his strongest blow to Qiu Wuxie!

The water system exercise itself does not hurt much, only when saving the dead and helping the injured has great power, Feng Lao was hunted down and killed because of this, not to mention that at this time he was facing the famous Tanglin evil seat Qiu Wuxie of the evil sect, the difference in strength is like an ant and an elephant, even if he wants to die, it depends on Qiu Wuxie's mood. Since he entered the Feng family, the two generations of family heads have respected and appreciated Feng Lao, and they have become a housekeeper, and the Feng family can be said to have a good understanding of him. Now that the Feng family is facing the disaster of annihilation, Feng Lao can only fight with his old life to keep Feng Ze alive and leave this only incense for the Feng family.

"Looking for death!" Qiu Wuxian didn't want to kill such a treasure, after all, he still had to use him to deal with him, but he couldn't shoot too hard, a crippled water spirit was worthless!

Strong! So strong! This is Feng Lao's only thought, a huge attraction inhaled Feng Lao panted, dark green smoke rings swirled back and forth on Feng Lao's head, Feng Lao's already somewhat rickety old body slowly softened, with a painful expression on his face.

"What have you done to me!" Feng Lao felt that his body began to disobey his own call, and he wanted to move, as if there was a thousand pounds of heavy stones pressing on his body. "Soul sealing?"

"Dry tongue!" Qiu Wuxie's withered hand suddenly exerted force, and Feng Lao was directly stunned by Qiu Wuxie, and he didn't even have time to make a painful sound

Gradually, the shouts and killings in the Windy City became quieter and quieter, and the voices of resistance and struggle became less and less, until finally the quiet that used to be in the night was slowly restored, but there were too many lives reduced to dead souls this night, and the Windy City was afraid to decline. (The novel "Xuan Ling" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "dd" and follow, hurry up!)