The other seven or eight men who followed Zhu Tianfeng looked panicked, and the swords in their hands were already a little unsure.

"Don't send you to death. Zhu Tianfeng sighed and said, "Help your senior brother, let's get a whole corpse." ”

If everyone was amnesty, they returned their swords to their sheaths, even if they wanted to use their hands to dump those extremely bloody corpses, it became a beautiful difference for everyone.

On the mountain of no return, I have not seen such a bloody scene for many years.

Ren Pingsheng, father and son, had already taken a few steps back, and distanced themselves from the messy and terrifying scene. Of course, this is not a concession, but it does not prevent others from doing the right thing.

The hunter Ren Qiang picked up a green steel long sword from the ground. Anyway, the swordsman is dead and no longer needed.

Zhu Tianfeng started leisurely and followed. He passed by the group of juniors and disciples who were working tirelessly and dirty, and muttered, "Very good, very good......

A few simple words, he muttered over and over again, all the way to the hunter father and son.

Zhu Tianfeng's voice began to become very long, and then gradually became some kind of chanting as thin as the chirping of a gnat, but it could be clearly recited, and I don't know what kind of mantra or scripture it was.

Ren Pingsheng only felt a buzz, and his head seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and he was groggy.

The image of the young Taoist in front of him became blurred. The hunter Ren Qiang was no better, he seemed to see a phantom, which separated from the body of the gray-robed Taoist and became two Zhu Tianfeng, and the phantom split into four and eight.

Ren Pingsheng clenched the iron sword, hurriedly turned his head and looked around, in all directions, it was Zhu Tianfeng!

The scene was blurry, he had forgotten the direction he was facing before, and he didn't know that it was Zhu Tianfeng's real body.

He wanted to see where his father was, to make a comparison, but as soon as his mind moved, he found that on the opposite side of the gray-robed phantoms, there were hunters standing opposite each other.

At this time, the sword in Zhu Tianfeng's hand was also slowly pulled out of the sheath. He drew his sword very slowly, as slowly as Ren Pingsheng's heavenly wrath. But Heavenly Fury is extremely slow, with extremely fast sword intent. And Zhu Tianfeng's sword is just blindly slow.

He maintains the illusion with telekinesis, so he must ensure that his breathing is long and his telekinesis is continuous. Therefore, if you draw your sword and draw your sword, you can't be fast.

No matter how slow the sword is drawn, it will be unsheathed.

Zhu Tianfeng gently pulled the sword flower with his wrist, and the blade was clear, and he stabbed out towards Ren Pingsheng's chest.

In all directions, it is a sword stabbed by Zhu Tianfeng!

Ren Pingsheng didn't know which one to deal with. He felt the pores around his body suddenly burst open, and he could even feel the tingling of sweat beads flowing through countless pores.

In a state of desperation, he set his eyes on his hunter father, who was scattered in all directions.

The hunter's figure was no longer as upright as before, and it was also swaying slightly with the opponent's sword momentum.

In Ren Qiang's hand, the sword light was shining, and he shattered several Zhu Tianfeng's magic phantoms. But that's useless, because the shattered Dharma Phase will instantly condense one again. After the alien transposition, it is still difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ren Pingsheng's side attracted most of the combat power. He had already seen a large shadow of a sword, coming from all directions, stabbing up and down his body.

With a heavenly fury, he volleyed all the stabbing swords. However, the sword shadow that hit it did not break or change direction, and even the momentum of the stab did not stop at all!

The opponent's sword was not stressed at all. Ren Pingsheng's iron sword was like hitting the void.

That sword shadow is about to stab the body......

I'm just starting to have the sword of my dreams

I'm just beginning to experience the subtlety of swordsmanship

I'm just starting to have a father who puts down the whip

It's just beginning to be the days when no one was bullying

Ren Pingsheng looked at the tip of the sword that slowly stabbed, and the green light was condensed. He seemed to see that blue light, slowly turning bloody, a trace of blood slowly flowing out of his chest, drowning the blue light, flowing through the blood groove of the sword body, dripping to the ground, and then merging into a stream, staining the ground red.

A wave of hatred suddenly appeared in his heart, the kind of hatred that hates this world, hates the world!

Even if the blood is exhausted and the corpses are broken, I will also use this hatred to shatter this heaven and earth!

He slashed his sword again, not against the phantom, but against the world he was in.

The sword momentum is fluctuating, trembling, one sword out, thousands of swords out.

- God hate.

The phantoms in all directions were shattered by the trembling sword shadows in the sky, disappeared, and turned into air. Then before the black and heavy tip of the sword, only a gray sermon robe remained.

The iron sword did not stop, because Ren Pingsheng's hatred was not gone. Straight into the robe, the person wearing the robe, like a wooden man, stood on the spot.

Ren Pingsheng heard the sound of the gray cloth breaking, and then the tip of the sword that condensed the hatred of the heavens had a touch that penetrated the skin. The tip of the sword has no edge, so it feels strong to the touch. Then he felt the cracks of the other man's skin, and then the tearing of the muscles.

Then, the figure in the gray sermon robe was gone!

Zhu Tianfeng disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared at all.

Ren Pingsheng stood on the spot, this was the most dangerous and closest to death battle in his life.

The group of dragons had no leader, and the disciples of Xiangxingtang were poor, looking at the hunter father and son who were still standing there, and they forgot to escape.

"Dad, isn't that sword just now very slow?" Ren Pingsheng asked blankly, "I've never had such a slow sword."

The hunter also looked at his son blankly, "You really think it's slow?"

"Yes. Slow is terrible. ”

"That's good!" said the hunter noncommittally, breathing a long sigh of relief, but the expression on his face was still very solemn, and he did not relax at all.

"That Taoist, where did you go?"

"I don't know, I just know, he's still here. ”

"Oh. ”

"So, take your sword. ”

......

The father and son each clenched the sword in their hands, guarded in place, and moved around at the same time, but Zhu Tianfeng was still missing.

But at this time, those disciples of Xiangxingtang who were already close at hand stopped their work one after another. They had just sorted out the corpses, and their bloodied hands involuntarily wanted to grasp the hilt of the knife hanging from their waists, but they involuntarily hung halfway.

Because, what about the sword in hand?

The strongest sword formation in the hall, as well as the stronger senior brothers, have all been defeated. The senior brothers who formed the formation are all dead, and the senior brothers are nowhere to be seen.

A few of them are scattered, and it is impossible for them to be the opponent of the hunter father and son.

Fortunately, the hunter father and son didn't look at these third-rate disciples at all.

Suddenly, two of the disciples, hanging in mid-air, came up with their hands. They quickly grabbed the hilt of their swords, roared, drew their swords, stabbed, and did it in one go, and their movements were even more agile than the few senior brothers who had formed a sword formation before!

This kind of foot color, no problem. The hunter stabbed out with a sword, splitting the two of them.

But Ren Pingsheng felt that something was wrong, he turned around, swung out the iron sword with the momentum, and didn't forget to shout: "Be careful behind!"

With a sound of "dang", heavy gold and iron struck. It was Ren Pingsheng's iron sword, and it was stabbed together with a cold light sword stabbed behind him - it was really Zhu Tianfeng.

But the opponent couldn't strike a blow, and then retreated, and the figure disappeared again.

In front of the hunter, two more people fell, and they were the two disciples of Xiangxingtang who drew their swords and attacked in the frenzy.

"Soul Deterrence. The hunter said. "He used soul deterrence to control his juniors and disciples, causing them to attack unconsciously, while he himself attacked from the other side. ”

Ren Pingsheng nodded, he tried his best to calm his breathing and heartbeat.

The other party challenged the two head-on, which was already difficult to deal with, let alone a sneak attack. Therefore, father and son, now need to be very calm, any mistake will be fatal.

The hunter was back to back with his son again, and he knew that only in this way would the two of them be able to juggle the quadruple at the same time.

Father and son moved at the same time and spun around. Except for the few remaining disciples of Xiangxing Hall, they were still standing there at a loss, and they didn't find anything.

Ren Pingsheng took a deep breath, and then, he walked away, leaving behind his father's back.

"Take care of yourself. The boy walked slowly, said a word to his father, and walked to the crowd of onlookers.

Step into the crowd and deal with an opponent who sneaks up in the shadows and it's a hundred times more dangerous!

Ren Pingsheng would not understand this truth, but he did not hesitate at all.

People have moved out of the way, and the murderous aura on the teenager makes people retreat.

Ren Pingsheng walked through the letter, along the middle of the street, as if strolling.

Watching the excitement, the people began to be confused: should they stay where they were, or should they follow the boy?

"Give it to the people on the ground, put together a whole corpse, and put it into the ground. The hunter who stayed in place said to the disciples of Xiangxingtang, who were also at a loss, "As long as you don't do it, I won't kill you." ”

The hunter knew that from the moment his son walked into the crowd, he no longer needed his own care.

At that moment, Ren Pingsheng's whole person was a sword, a walking, living sword.

A swordsman who has already refined a sword heart is like this.

The first weight of the Tragic Heaven Sword Way is to stand on the ground, and the second is to follow the heart.

After the heart, the sword is used at will, which is a killing move. But the sword style still has to be practiced. It's like a monk who talks eloquently, all of which are Buddha's principles, but the scriptures still have to be recited.

Although some people followed from afar, there were no onlookers inside and outside, and Ren Pingsheng, who was walking on the street, felt that heaven and earth were so comfortable. He slowly closed his eyes slightly, and integrated his whole body and mind into the streets and alleys, into the parents in this world, and the fireworks and dust.

A child ran out of a dilapidated wooden door, ran into the middle of the street, and pounced on a domestic cat that had just jumped past Ren Pingsheng's feet. The scurrying kid almost crashed into the sword-wielding boy. He didn't pounce on the kitten, turned around in panic, and cast an apologetic look at the big brother who was walking with a sword.

The child found that the eldest brother's footsteps were not hindered in the slightest, and he did not blame himself in the slightest.

Ren Pingsheng continued to move forward.

An old farmer who carried too much weight and staggered through the city seemed to have stepped on a raised bluestone under his feet, and when he stumbled and his burden was tilted, he was about to fall.

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand slightly, put a touch on his shoulder, and the old farmer's staggered figure immediately stood firm, and he hurriedly thanked the young man.

But the boy just smiled slightly, and his footsteps did not stop, and his eyes did not squint.

......

Then, a simple man in a peasant coat, with a lot of things in his hands, including chickens and ducks that were fluttering, and a heavy bag of rice and fresh fruits, trotted towards him.

"But I've finally found you!" said the honest man, wiping the sweat from his face with his arm, "What about your father? These are just a few expressions of affection, and in the future, I will definitely repay the two for saving the life of the little girl. ”

The honest man, chattering Ruru, the things in his hand are about to be handed over.

Ren Pingsheng smiled kindly at the man, and slowly stretched out his empty left hand.

However, when his left hand was only halfway out, his right hand, which held the sword, followed. The iron sword struck out, silently, but flashing with a blue flame!

The blue flame that Zhu Tianfeng had previously suspected of being a sword.

The gift in the hand of the honest man suddenly disappeared, and in its place was a sword that shone coldly! He had always been confident in his illusions, and he felt that there was no flaw in imitating the tone of a simple man.

Zhu Tianfeng was not present in the morning, but his junior brother reported the whole process to him in detail.

The dying girl's family, he also remembers it vividly. Because on the day when the girl was assigned to Langshang Taoist Master to sleep, Zhu Tianfeng led several junior disciples to accompany him.

That day, the Taoist master was very annoyed by the girl's "non-cooperation", so after the incident, he continued to reward the panicked girl to the disciples present and took turns to "exorcise evil spirits".

Zhu Tianfeng firmly believed that his sword was fast enough! However, he didn't expect the boy to be able to see through it. I didn't expect that the other party would decisively draw out his sword when he reached out to pick up something!

The sword of the honest man, after all, was a hasty reaction, a step slower.

Ren Pingsheng's iron sword had pierced his short coat, and the short coat disappeared into a gray sermon's robe, and then pierced his skin, and that honest face transformed into a young and handsome face, and then the iron sword tore through the muscles, pierced into the bones, and directly stabbed the beating heart.

Ren Pingsheng even felt the strength of the constantly beating heart when it hit the tip of the sword.

"Are you...... How can you see it?" the dying Zhu Tianfeng's eyes were wide open, full of fear.

"It's very simple, that man, his child hasn't recovered, even if he returns home, he is very worried, so if he has the heart to put down the cart and pack up his things and come out to thank him?" Ren Pingsheng said lightly, "Besides, the child is dying, and that man can't beat half a fart with eight poles, how can he become articulate with two chickens and ducks, and the exit is complete." ”

Then, Zhu Tianfeng died, and he didn't blink an eye.