Run!

Song Yifei's first reaction was to run, because he really couldn't think of any other way than running.

"Mr. Han Yu, he's looking for you?!"

Qian'er, whose head had not yet turned, turned her eyes on Song Yifei and asked ignorantly.

"Should...... I should have it! I have something to do, so I'll ...... first."

Song Yifei is ready to slip through the back door, no matter who the opponent is, he must always run and try it!

It's not a big hope, but what if it runs away?

Unfortunately, this didn't happen in case.

Swish!

The two figures jumped up the wall from outside the courtyard like swallows, and quickly jumped to the door of the main hall.

A young man with a feminine expression and a blue robe, and an old man cowering and wearing a silk cloth gray robe.

The young man is Lin Jiuxiao, and the old man is the Du housekeeper of the Lu Mansion.

"Is it this person?"

Lin Jiuxiao, who had a sinister face, pointed to Song Yifei in the main hall and asked.

"Yes...... Yes, it's him, he just came yesterday!"

The housekeeper of the Lu Mansion, who was carried by Lin Jiuxiao, said tremblingly.

After confirming Song Yifei's identity, Lin Jiuxiao threw Steward Du aside like garbage, knocking down many bonsai, flowers and trees in the yard.

"Hand over the things!" Lin Jiuxiao looked directly at Song Yifei and said coldly.

As for the other three, he didn't pay attention to them.

Innate masters are already very rare, and there are very few people who can be valued by him, obviously, the few characters present are not.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Anyway, it's a death if you don't hand it over, and Song Yifei naturally won't admit it stupidly.

"Daxia, are you mistaken, in fact, my name is not Han Yu!"

Song Yifei, who was trying to calm down in his heart, began to pretend to be stupid on the surface.

The chances of fooling around are slim, but give it a try!

Lin Jiuxiao snorted coldly and said, "Dare to quibble when you are dying!

Boom!

The sword on his waist made a clear sword sound, and automatically flew out of the scabbard, Lin Jiuxiao held the sword in his backhand, his body was like electricity, and rushed towards Song Yifei in the hall.

Everywhere he looked, Lin Jiuxiao, who was dressed in blue, was like a ghost in the sun, and his movements were as fast as teleportation.

Fang entered the hall, and the sharp sword in Lin Jiuxiao's hand instantly turned into thousands of sword shadows, enveloping Song Yifei in all directions, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Song Yifei, who couldn't react at all, could only watch a little sword light, which kept getting bigger in front of him.

Time seemed to slow down, and in an instant, Song Yifei saw the wave-shaped cloud patterns on the sword body, and there was a suffocating feeling of cutting his throat at the edge.

I'm dying!

There is a world of difference between the innate Dacheng and the internal strength, there is a difference of 108,000 miles, and Song Yifei has no power to resist.

Lin Jiuxiao may not kill him immediately, but Song Yifei prefers to die simply, otherwise it will be better to die in the hands of the other party.

Kneeling in less than two months after the crossing!

Alas!

Just when Song Yifei was desperate and knew that he was going to die, a spotless hand as white as jade stretched out in front of his eyes and pinched it towards the sword light.

"Who is this?

Song Yifei didn't expect someone to come out to save him, and he didn't expect the other party to be so stupid that he would block the sword with his hand.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Seeing the hand blocking in front of him, Lin Jiuxiao showed a disdainful sneer, and the sword light did not decrease, pointing at Song Yifei's chest.

He really wouldn't kill Song Yifei until he found the roster, but he didn't plan to spare it lightly.

"I picked your muscles first, and then I wasted your martial arts!

Lin Jiuxiao was thinking about how to vent his grievances, but he didn't expect that his sword would be pinched in his hand by the jade hand that suddenly stretched out, with his thumb, index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.

Martial arts, strength, and precision are all at the top of the second.

"Impossible!!"

Lin Jiuxiao, who was caught with the sword, showed a look of shock.

After decades of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, it was the first time he was caught with a weapon.

Although he only used three points of strength in this sword, it was enough to kill ordinary innate masters in seconds.

Ordinary internal strength martial artists can't even react to it, let alone grasp.

"Amitabha, with such a heavy evil spirit, could the benefactor be a person from the Demon Gate?"

Shi Beiluo held Lin Jiuxiao's sword with one hand, and put it on his chest with one hand, chanting the Buddha's name.

"You can actually grab my Moon Shadow Sword!Monk!Who are you?"

Lin Jiuxiao's true qi erupted, forming a sword, and Shi Beiluo took the opportunity to let go of the sword in his hand.

"Little monk Dharma name Shengxuan!

Shi Beiluo took two steps back lightly, folded his hands, and spoke in a flat tone.

Hearing Shi Beiluo's legal name, Lin Jiuxiao's face changed suddenly.

"Shengxuan!!Are you the first day of Shaolin Temple, known as the reincarnation of the Buddha's Shengxuan?!!?"

"The little monk is not talented, it is the Shaolin Temple Shengxuan. ”

Hearing Shi Beiluo's admission, Lin Jiuxiao's face showed a look of great surprise.

"Good!good!good!!"

Lin Jiuxiao shook his sword and said hello three times in a row.

"It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there!"

"I don't know what the donor is looking for me?"

Lin Jiuxiao's expression suddenly became fierce and cold: "It's not a big deal!

Before the words fell, Lin Jiuxiao stepped on his footsteps, and the figure turned into thunder and lightning.

How strong is the master of the innate master? At this moment, Song Yifei knew.

As Lin Jiuxiao erupted with all his might, a large area of the ground exploded and rolled, and the ubiquitous air in the space was torn apart, and the wind raged across the country.

The distance of two or three zhang, as if it did not exist, was reached in the blink of an eye. The powerful wind formed by the true qi was overwhelming, roaring like a flash flood.

Song Yifei was just affected by the aftermath of True Qi, so he couldn't help but fly out upside down, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in a row before stabilizing his figure.

Swish!

In the wind, the long sword in Lin Jiuxiao's hand turned into a blood-red sword light with a thin gossamer, and flew towards Shi Beiluo with a fierce aura.

Compared to the sword momentum against Song Yifei. This move was made by Lin Jiuxiao's full strength, and it was more than ten times more powerful.

If Song Yifei faced this style, he would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Dao Dao sword light slanted out, and in Lin Jiuxiao's eyes, it seemed that the spatial obstacle no longer existed, and all the aura locked on Shi Beiluo. He wants to kill this Buddhist genius in the shortest possible time.

In order to kill Shi Beiluo, the future Shaolin Grandmaster, the various sects of the Demon Dao issued a suffocating reward.

If he can kill Shi Beiluo, the reward he gets is enough for him to cultivate to a great progress, and the grandmaster can be expected.

However, the righteous path is not a fool, the protection of the geniuses of the sect is very tight, and it is very difficult for the demon sect to get his whereabouts and find a lone assassination opportunity, especially a peerless genius like Shi Beiluo.

This is also the reason why Lin Jiuxiao is so happy.

As for Song Yifei, Lin Jiuxiao was not worried about him escaping at all, the courtyard was already surrounded by the masters of the Blood Killing Hall that he brought, even if it was the innate realm, he didn't want to run out, let alone have a great internal strength.

"Amitabha!"

Facing the sword of Lin Jiuxiao's imperial envoy, Shi Beiluo's originally calm and calm momentum suddenly changed, and the bones of his body shook, and the sound of a dragon and a tiger roared erupted.

Airplanes!

The deafening roars of dragons and tigers continued to end, and Shi Beiluo's body also swelled in a circle with the vibration of the sound, reaching a height of more than two meters. The loose yellow robe swelled up, and the skin, which was originally as white as jade, shone with golden light, as if it had been coated with a layer of gold powder.

"Shaolin is peerless, King Kong is not bad!!"

Song Yifei, who was hiding on the side, was almost blinded, and his heart was shocked.

"The Dacheng that this handsome monk said turned out to be a congenital Dacheng!

It feels just the right lemon essence!