Feng Zhiping didn't understand why his father asked this, and replied truthfully: "Your son, Feng Zhiping." ”

The answer was fine, but his voice was too flat and emotionless, not even a trembling of pain, and he was bleeding all the time.

Feng Moxiu frowned and asked again, "Who are you?"

In other words, Feng Zhiping would definitely deal with two sentences, at this time, reason had the absolute upper hand, and he didn't want to answer the meaningless question twice, but it happened that after the sword species devoured the fire spiritual power, he released a signal of pleasure and desire, he licked the corners of his mouth and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

Feng Moxiu felt weird, although Feng Zhiping was looking at him, he always felt that this kid was not looking at him but the spiritual power in his body, Chixiao Sword also felt the threat and gave birth to a touch of hostility again, he ordered Chixiao not to move, silent for a moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a fierce smile.

"Well, you'll know what you are. It doesn't matter if you are an immortal or a ghost, anyone who dares to touch my son will die!"

Feng Zhiping tilted his head slightly in puzzlement, the next moment his eyes stinged, his vision was blazing white, tears couldn't stop rushing out of his eyes that were immediately closed, and his spiritual sense was instantly suppressed to the point that he couldn't detect anything on the surface of his body, and his instinct had already reacted, and before his consciousness made him rush towards the nearest window with all his strength.

One step, two steps, the sense of crisis has not diminished, but has become stronger and stronger.

He felt like a little white rabbit crawling under the lion's mouth, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the fate of death, even if reason had the absolute upper hand, he couldn't suppress fear, timidity and other negative emotions from breeding from the bottom of his heart, even the sword species stopped "eating", and suddenly retracted back to its original state and ran rapidly.

Three steps, the majestic Yuan Force was injected into the sea of qi, and in an instant, the dantian was full of tears, and the excess Yuan Force poured into the meridians with an overwhelming momentum, and it had already filled every corner of the body in the fourth step, and when the meridians and flesh and blood could not be accommodated, the broken blood vessels swelled out of the skin with the blood, and the dense blood arrows made him become a bloody man in an instant, at first glance, it seemed that countless blood nematodes had been drilled out of the body surface, and his scalp was numb at a glance, and he wanted to pick out his eyes.

He didn't feel any pain, only a little itching, and his body seemed to have endless power, but it still didn't give him a sense of security, the clouds of death were approaching rapidly, and the suffocation of dying penetrated his soul.

And he is two steps away from the nearest window!

And rushing out of that window may not be a way out!

Fortunately, his mental state at the moment is special, under normal circumstances, he would have given up a long time ago, and could only succumb to the powerful force that he could not face directly, trembling, waiting for death to come.

At this moment, although he was also afraid, his brain did not stop working, and every bit of strength in his body was mobilized to the maximum under the full cooperation of the sword species, and with his amazing intuition, he judged that it was impossible to run the last two steps smoothly, he immediately changed his strategy, and when he took the sixth step, his body was short, and his right fist hit the floor tiles with all his might.

The iron fist fell, but the floor tiles were not shattered, but lifted backwards with skill!

The rapid spread of the fist caused the floor tiles behind him to fly into the air almost simultaneously, blocking him like a shield, and the next moment, a blazing yellow sword slammed into it, piercing through it, leaving behind a line of simmering and dark red dust that flickered and flickered.

The sword did not explode, it was still condensed, but the speed finally slowed down a little.

Feng Zhiping seized the opportunity to roll forward, his eyes that recovered a little bit blurred and saw that his memory was not wrong, the front was the wall, and he did not look for the location of the window.

Without time to admire the clear moonlight, dragging his unconscious left shoulder and left arm, he quickly got up and jumped towards the courtyard wall.

"Where to run!"

Feng Moxiu's angry shouts came from behind him, and he was a little angry when he heard the voice, as if he didn't expect to be able to escape, followed by the familiar breath of death, this time it was no longer one, but a full six!

"Six-mang-sword array, seal!"

Feng Moxiu was really angry, the six sword rays came first, two were on the side of the last two, and the remaining two were fixed on the courtyard wall first, blocking Feng Zhiping's way.

"There is no sword!" Feng Zhiping sighed in his heart.

Although the sword is powerful, it is not impossible to fight at all, but the premise is that he has a sword, or any treasure blade.

For the martial artists of the acquired realm, the treasure blade is a durable blade, but for the innate realm, the treasure blade is the source of releasing the innate power and the bridge to communicate the power of heaven and earth.

Without the treasure blade, the innate realm can't exert its true strength at all, and it is okay to bully and bully a martial artist who is far inferior to himself by relying on the little bit of Yuan Li that has no spiritual bias in cultivation, and there is almost no possibility of winning in the face of people of the same rank or close to him, let alone Feng Moxiu, a form with extraordinary strength.

What to do?

The old man wants to kill, the sword formation can't break out, empty-handed hard is death, and if he is caught, the difference between quick death and slow death is easy, is there really only a dead end left?

No, there is hope!

I finally ran out, and the movement here is so big, and there is still a glimmer of hope to struggle!

Standing in front of the sword, Feng Zhiping took a long breath and opened his throat.

"Help!!!!"

Feng Moxiu had just chased out of the ancestral hall, and his face suddenly changed when he heard the shout, and he listened to the familiar anxious response from outside the courtyard without waiting to stop him.

"Ping'er, Ping'er, what's wrong with you, are you hurt? Open the door, old thing, you open the door for me! Bastard, someone, knock the door open for me!"

"Ma'am, don't..."

As soon as Chen Ding spoke, he was yelled back by Qiao Xiu: "Shut up! If you don't help, just stand on the side, don't bother Madame!"

At this time, a palace guard spoke, finished his words for Chen Ding, and said in embarrassment: "Madam, the ancestral hall is full of the sword qi of the Hou Ye, and we really can't get close, even if we rush hard, if we don't wait to get over, we will die first." ”

Sheng Yan was furious, and heard Feng Zhiping's cry for help from the courtyard: "Mother, save me, my father is crazy, he wants to kill me!"

Sheng Yan couldn't hold back any longer, his red eyes burst into tears of distress, he raised his sleeves and hurriedly wiped them, pushed everyone away and gritted his teeth and strode forward.

"Madame!"

"Madame!"

Everyone panicked, Qiao Xiu hurriedly stepped forward to pull, Chen Ding stepped forward but didn't dare to stretch out his hand, so he could only open his arms to block in front.

"Fuck off!" 3800

Sheng Jian pushed Qiao Xiu away and kicked Chen Ding, but he kicked it open, so he simply walked forward.

Chen Ding didn't dare to really let her crash into him, so he could only retreat helplessly, desperately giving Qiao Xiu a look.

"You don't have to look at Qiao Xiu, no one wants to stop me today! That black-hearted guy actually wants to kill Ping'er, okay, come on, even kill me together! My mother and I have a companion on Huangquan Road, and I won't enter his house to be a pig or a dog in the next life!"

Chen Ding didn't expect things to turn out like this, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, madam, in my opinion, there must be another hidden story here, Hou Ye will definitely not harm the world, Hou Ye he is sure..."

"Surely it's a ghost!" Sheng Jian interrupted angrily, hatefully, "My son is going to die, and you still tell me the secret feelings? Hide him as a big-headed ghost! Feng Moxiu, let me tell you, if Ping'er has three long and two short, I will die to show you! Either you will kill both of us, or you will quickly put away your broken battle! If you don't accept it, you will burn me to death! Don't be a road, get out!"

"Miss, I'll accompany you!" Qiao Xiu was also angry, and he put his head on Chen Ding's body like a calf to push people away.

Chen Ding was anxious, angry and funny, afraid that his wife would be injured, so he hurriedly tightened his internal force and let go of the situation, and sighed helplessly.

He understands Madam and Qiao Xiu, and firmly believes that Hou Ye must have his own reasons, but Hou Ye is really not beautiful in this matter tonight.

Even if you teach your son a lesson, there should be a degree, the second young master was beaten the most, but the heaviest one was less than one-tenth of the little young master's this time, don't blame the little young master for shouting help, he felt that he was going to kill people after watching this battle.

In the courtyard, Feng Moxiu had a headache, he didn't want to let go of this opportunity, but he didn't want his wife to be injured, so he could only take the sword field, leaving only the six-mang sword formation to narrow to the point that Feng Zhiping was about six feet flat and trapped people.

The fire spiritual power dissipated, but the fire in the ancestral hall was still burning, and there was a tendency to become prosperous, so he hurriedly put the ancestral spirit card together and took it out, and the sacrificial vessel was not burned and left inside.

And at this moment, Sheng Jian had already led Qiao Xiu into the door with a fierce killing, and there was only one more Chen Ding behind him, and the rest of the people were ordered by Chen Ding not to approach two feet away from the courtyard wall, and those who put out the fire were not good.

As soon as Sheng Yan entered the door, he saw his baby son standing pitifully in the fire cage, his face was white with fright, and he seemed to be scared stupidly.

"Son!!"

"No!"

Feng Moxiu was half frightened to death, and hurriedly dodged over and hugged the person tightly.

"Get out of here, don't touch me!

Sheng Yan couldn't struggle, and he was beaten and scratched like crazy according to that face.

No matter how high Feng Moxiu's martial arts are, it is impossible to avoid them all, and he doesn't dare to let go, so he can only smile bitterly, and he should help her vent his anger, and take the time to explain: "Madam, you misunderstood, I didn't..."

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you! Hurry up and let Ping'er go, or I, I...!"

Sheng Yan touched the hairpin fiercely, Feng Moxiu knew something was wrong when he saw her raise her hand, and grabbed the dead hoop on his body: "Don't make trouble, things are not what you think, I..."

"I told you to shut up! Okay, you won't let it go, right? Okay! It's not easy to die, I'll die for you!"

Sheng Yan has to bite his tongue when he has a mouth.

Feng Moxiu suddenly panicked, forgot about other means in a hurry, and subconsciously used the fastest and most direct method, not wanting to hit the door with his head.

I regretted it before I bumped into him, and it was too late to collect it again, so I only heard a muffled sound of "dong", and looked at it.

Damn, what kind of trick did Lao Tzu use!

Feng Moxiu hugged his beloved wife who had fainted, looking at the dazzling red swollen bag on her smooth forehead, he was distressed and regretful, his mouth was more bitter than chewing Coptis chinensis, and then an exclamation suddenly broke out in his ears.

"Miss!!"

After a short period of distraction, Qiao Xiu rushed up in a frenzy, and Chen Ding quickly hugged the person.

Qiao Xiu couldn't let go, looking at the two of them back and forth, her expression was so angry that her expression was distorted: "You dare to beat Miss, you dare to beat my Miss! The old lady is reluctant to touch a single hair of Miss, you can do it! And you, you dare to help him bully my Miss, and my young master, you, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

"Master Hou..."Chen Ding's frozen black face rarely showed resentment, and now he was really going to be restless.

Feng Moxiu replied with a sympathetic wry smile and comforted: "At least I didn't move roughly, just explain it clearly and coax it later, it's much stronger than my side, look at me, I'm calling it trouble." ”

Chen Ding rolled his eyes speechlessly, is there such a comforting thing?

But also, Master Hou's disaster this time is big, and Mrs. will never spare him when she wakes up, and I can't even think of that scene...

Chen Ding let out a long sigh and turned his head to look at Feng Zhiping, his eyes contemplating something strange.

This little young master of his own family is not a peaceful master, but tonight he was first controlled by others, and then he saw his mother fainting, or his father's sin, but he didn't react at all, that face was calmer than himself, this is the little young master?

How can this be the little master, the little master is definitely not like this!

Having said that, the person in front of him was obviously the little master, Chen Ding was confident that he would not be mistaken, and couldn't help but look at Feng Moxiu suspiciously.

"Master Hou, the son of the world..."

"It's not clear, it's being investigated. Feng Moxiu said, did not reveal the sword type, this thing involves too many immortals, the fewer people who know, the better, even the most beloved wife and the most trusted subordinates.

At this time, Feng Zhiping's gaze on Sheng Yan's body moved to Feng Moxiu's face, his eyes were still calm, but there was a smell of panic.

"Kill me, I can't beat my mother, even if you are my father, no one. ”

Feng Moxiu frowned, and was about to speak, but saw Feng Zhiping suddenly take a step forward and stretch out his hands, grasping the sword in front of him.

"Open!"