Xiao Feng watched it with relish, but some people didn't want him to be so comfortable, this person was Guan Shanyue who was blocked back by Yu Shuitong, in Guan Shanyue's eyes, Xiao Feng was extremely hateful, because she knew that Xiao Feng didn't understand what a serious consequence Lian Caini was expelled from the Desperate Palace.

As soon as she thought that this man would take her little junior sister to the point of no return, the resentment in Guan Shanyue's heart was like a tide, and she squinted her eyes slightly, Guan Shanyue couldn't care about the pain in her chest, and called the disciples of the Desperate Palace who came one after another.

As the acting palace master, Guan Shanyue has absolute leadership, and her right will only be discounted here by Yu Shuitong, but for other disciples of the Desperate Palace, Guan Shanyue's order, that is, the mandate of heaven, must not be violated.

Under Guan Shanyue's order, more than ten disciples of the Desperate Palace quietly disappeared into the forest behind them, and with a small amount of effort, half of the people beside Guan Shanyue were missing.

And Xiao Feng and the ghost, who were concentrating, didn't notice this strangeness, because the duel between Shen Jiamu and Yu Shuitong had reached a critical moment.

The long sword buzzed in mid-air, and the long sword that was originally purple was even more purple and red at this time, and Yu Shuitong's two streamers seemed to have fallen into the wind, dodging and not daring to touch each other head-on, the long sword was like a rainbow, with a purple halo to isolate the surrounding air, and even swept away the surrounding heaven and earth aura.

Yu Shuitong's brows twitched, under the long sword that became more and more courageous, her streamers began to cower and dodge, it didn't take much effort, as Shen Jiamu shouted, the long sword with purple light "bang" knocked away two streamers that were dodging around, Yu Shuitong's face suddenly turned red, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a few bruises.

"Yu Shuitong, if you don't retreat, your cultivation in the past few decades will be ruined!"

Shen Jiamu scolded coldly, the long sword pressed up again, and the streamer was smashed to the ground with a "snap", Yu Shuitong's body shook wildly, and the "Tengteng" retreated three steps in a row, but at the moment when she stood still, two cold lights burst out of those resentful eyes, and then with a "snort", it was like a meteor rushing by, and instantly entered Shen Jiamu's arms.

“hahahaha！”

Yu Shuitong looked up to the sky, laughing extremely crazy, Xiao Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly looked at Shen Jiamu, Shen Jiamu, who was as brave as a tiger just now, was directly frozen in place by this red light, and looked at it, his abdomen was firmly pierced with a red short sword.

"Shen Jiamu, do you think I don't know that you are seriously injured?"

Yu Shuitong raised her eyebrows, very proud, if it was Shen Jiamu who was not injured, she would not talk nonsense at all, and retreated directly, but unfortunately, in the battle of Gongbao Mountain, Shen Jiamu was also seriously injured, and his not bad blood body was nailed into a ruthless sword by Wu Xinyu.

As Wu Xinyu's sworn sister, Yu Shuitong naturally knew this, so she deliberately showed weakness, and hit Shen Jiamu's wound again at the cost of being injured by Shen Jiamu, the ruthless sword is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, but an evil soldier who collects poison from all over the world and quenches it, once it is hit, the poison that erodes the bones will invade the body, Shen Jiamu can resist once, but definitely can't resist the second time.

"Just a ruthless sword, what can you do to me?"

Shen Jiamu, who was motionless, suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of coldness, but his hand slowly pulled out the short sword that was nailed in, Yu Shuitong's face changed, pulling out the ruthless sword means that the poison will immediately attack the heart, and it won't be long before the spiritual root is not spared.

This is equivalent to accelerating death, ordinary people don't do this at all, so Yu Shuitong was surprised, but what was even more surprising was still behind, Shen Jiamu, who was nailed by her ruthless sword, not only did not show signs of spiritual decay, but became stronger, Yu Shuitong hurriedly took a few steps back.

Suddenly, a touch of purple sleek, the famous Seven Poison Sword stabbed towards her, Yu Shuitong subconsciously wanted to dodge, but as soon as her steps moved, her whole body was restrained by a strong force, and Yu Shuitong, whose face was pale, looked at it fixedly, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

At her feet, a two-meter-diameter blood gossip lay there quietly, and the blood that floated out of the gossip clinged to Yu Shuitong's body, firmly tying her to the gossip, and at this moment, the purple seven-poison sword galloped over, Yu Shuitong's heart darkened, and then he was shocked, and a purple light passed through his chest and was nailed to a big tree more than ten meters away.

"From now on, in this world, there will be no ruthless sword!"

Shen Jiamu raised his voice and said, and then his hands slammed out, and the thin bloodshots he saw writhed wildly, and they actually squeezed through Yu Shuitong's skin and drilled in, Yu Shuitong, who was punctured in the heart, was already in danger, and at this time, as soon as these bloodshots entered his body, the severe pain made Yu Shuitong scream.

Guan Shanyue's face changed, Shen Jiamu's mouth said that there is no ruthless sword in the world is not without a target, in the whole world, the only ones who can use the ruthless sword are Wu Xinyu and Yu Shuitong, Wu Xinyu stood in the camp of the palace family because of Shen Jiamu's old enmity in the battle of Gongbao Mountain, and was attacked by Shen Jiamu and Xia Yufei, not only was he seriously injured, but the ruthless sword that was tempered with his hard work was also destroyed, and now Yu Shuitong is also folded here, and the Ruthless Palace can be described as a great injury.

"Protect the Second House Master!"

Guan Shanyue shouted loudly, and the disciples of the Desperate Palace beside him immediately rushed forward, Yu Shuitong was completely covered with blood, and he looked like a prisoner who had been tortured, drenched in blood, miserable, and the disciples of the Desperate Palace had just stepped into the four-foot range of Yu Shuitong, and bloodshot hairs immediately appeared on the ground.

Those bloodlines were like life, and they rolled wildly, and the disciples of the Desperate Palace who were standing behind retreated with pale faces, and some of them didn't have time to retreat, but they were instantly rolled into blood, and in the blink of an eye, there was a pool of plasma on the ground, and those plasmas then dispersed and turned into terrifying bloodstains again.

"Where to run!"

Shen Jiamu suddenly shouted, his hands were raised, and the bloodshot that destroyed Yu Shuitong's body immediately came out, and he rolled up with a "whoosh", screaming again and again in mid-air, Xiao Feng only saw a huge spiritual root being dragged down, and it was split in an instant.

And as this spiritual root was torn apart, a faint figure, which seemed to be Yu Shuitong's soul, also turned into countless fragments and disappeared into this piece of blood.

"Senior sister, let's go!"

Several panicked disciples of the Desperate Palace pulled Guan Shanyue to the back, Guan Shanyue's eyes were about to split, and she seemed to be shouting something, but the situation in front of her was no longer something that the Desperate Palace could bear, and those disciples ignored Guan Shanyue's struggles and dragged her out.

Waiting for the disciples of the Desperate Palace who were all over the mountains to retreat, Xiao Feng looked at Shen Jiamu in amazement.

Shen Jiamu's face was cold, and his murderous aura lingered, just standing beside him made Xiao Feng feel a lot of pressure.

Shen Jiamu finally looked at Xiao Feng, he first glanced at the Fengyun record on Xiao Feng's waist, and then looked at him and said:

"Fengyunlu, you got it?"

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes, hesitated in his heart for a few seconds, and then nodded heavily.

Shen Jiamu laughed twice, just these two laughs made a mouthful of blood spurt out of his mouth, and then his body shook, Shen Jiamu fell down directly, Xiao Feng followed with an arrow step, and helped Shen Jiamu to sit on the ground.

"I'm running out of time, but I have two things to ask you. ”

Shen Jiamu said in a condensed voice, Xiao Feng nodded, and asked loudly:

You say. ”

"The first thing, take care of Hong for me, my Shen family, she is the only one left. ”

Xiao Feng was shocked instantly, even the ghosts standing next to them had a huge change in their faces, and it was rumored on the rivers and lakes that Shen Jiamu, the Seven Poison Langjun, slaughtered the family and exterminated the clan in order to practice the Seven Poison Sword, and even let go of his infant son, but he didn't expect that he actually had a daughter.

"The second thing, if possible, avenge me. ”

Shen Jiamu grabbed Xiao Feng's arm, staring at it with burning eyes, Xiao Feng felt a ring stuffed into his palm, and couldn't help but be surprised, but he didn't show any clues on the surface, Shen Jiamu saw him accept the ring, and then closed his eyes with confidence.

Xiao Feng hurriedly looked at Mo Li and said in a low voice:

"Moli, please. ”

But unexpectedly, Mo Li shook his head, Xiao Feng was in a hurry, Shen Jiamu still had too many secrets to dig up, that bloody gossip, and weishenme wanted him to take revenge, who to take revenge, what revenge? Xiao Feng really had too many questions.

"He, I can't save him. ”

Mo Li sighed, Xiao Feng was very puzzled, thinking that Mo Li was holding a grudge because of his attitude towards her, but without waiting for Xiao Feng to plead again, Mo Li explained:

"For a spirit person of his realm, his soul has long been one with the spiritual root, and now his spiritual root is dead, even if the gods descend to earth, there is nothing to be done. ”

Xiao Feng didn't seem to believe it, but there was no time for him to question it, Shen Jiamu's body that was supported by him gradually got cold, and with the release of a bright light, Shen Jiamu's body gradually turned into a point of light, and disappeared into the night sky, and at this time, the sky was white, and the sky was bright.

Xiao Feng had to accept the fact that Shen Jiamu died, overnight, two masters of the Divine Martial Realm died in front of him, compared to Shen Jiamu's incarnation aura, Yu Shuitong's death was a little cruel and excessive, every trace of her flesh and blood was consumed by those blood, zuihou gathered on the blood-colored gossip, and the gossip turned into a small scarlet compass after Shen Jiamu disappeared.

Xiao Feng picked up the compass, the ghost frowned, and said in a low voice:

"This thing is very evil, I think I might as well bury it. ”

The ghost's worry is not unreasonable, the compass held by Xiao Feng in his hand exudes a quiet and mysterious force, which makes people very uncomfortable, but Xiao Feng shook his head and said in a low voice:

"This is something from Senior Shen, I want to hand it over to Hong with my own hands. ”

The ghost breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Xiao Feng didn't want to take this compass for himself, Hong was both Shen Jiamu's descendant and his daughter, so he should be able to control this compass.