Shan Xiongxing doesn't want to live anymore, one Mo Xiaoxuan is terrible enough, and there is Song Zhong who has a broken hand, but "no pain".

Devil!

They are two devils!

Shan Xiongxing now just wants to be able to pull someone on his back before he dies!

It's better to be able to kill both!

So, the small bamboo in his hand turned wildly, and the golden needle flew out wildly.

It's a pity that Mo Xiaoxuan is smart and clever, and she keeps hitting the east and west, and the golden needles that flew out all fell into the air, and they were all stuck in the grass.

Even if there are more small bamboo golden needles in Shan Xiongxing's hand, he can't afford to toss like this.

"Click..."

Turning the little bamboo again, the little bamboo did not fly out of the golden needle again, and Shan Xiongxing's face was gloomy.

Mo Xiaoxuan waited for a moment, making sure that there were no more golden needles.

She stabbed her sword into the grass.

"Poof. ”

Shan Xiongxing watched as the sword poked out of the grass and stabbed viciously in his chest.

He couldn't see what was going on in his chest, but he could feel the sword piercing his heart very clearly.

But it shouldn't have been stabbed in the middle of the heart, and the sword seemed to be a little off.

However, even a little bit of stabbing can send him away.

He hung his head, the wound in his chest had begun to bleed.

The clear pain came to mind.

The pain made Shan Xiongxing's whole person feel energetic.

For the first time, Shan Xiongxing felt that the things around him were so clear.

His eyes hadn't seen anything so clearly in a long time.

Is this the return to the light before death?

Not only did he feel refreshed, but he felt that he had strength again.

It's a pity, he knows it's fake.

"Sasa. ”

Mo Xiaoxuan walked out and looked at Shan Xiongxing on the ground, without the slightest pity.

The sword was drawn, and blood gushed from the hole in his chest.

The blood rushed like a waterfall, and in a short time the surrounding grass was dyed red.

At this time, Shan Xiongxing was no longer energetic, his body was getting more and more tired, and his eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

Shan Xiongxing didn't struggle, and slowly closed his eyes.

He was careless, and it was not a pity for him to die!

Knowing this, when Song finally entered the door tonight, he would directly beat him to death, so that he didn't have to think about sending him to death over the cliff!

If there is an afterlife, he will definitely want Song Zhong and Mo Xiaoxuan to break their bones and ashes!

It didn't take long for the hall master of the White Tiger Hall to be silent.

No one could have imagined that Shan Xiongxing, a first-class master in the middle stage, would die so aggrieved.

Because of the medicinal effect of the immortal drunkenness, he couldn't even convulsions, so he was so calm!

He also wanted to curse, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth to speak!

The rich smell of blood wafted in the wind and permeated the grass.

The swordsman carried his sword and walked over slowly.

Song Zhong laughed at himself: "I didn't expect that I would be able to kill a hall master. ”

Mo Xiaoxuan said: "Nonsense, it's clear that I did it." ”

Song Zhong fell silent and said, "What you said is very reasonable, so I came to fight the autumn wind tonight, and then broke my hand?"

Mo Xiaoxuan snorted and laughed, and said, "There is nothing wrong with your hand, you can still recover when you go back for treatment." ”

"Nonsense, if it really breaks, it's okay. ”

"But then again, you owe me more and more favors, how are you going to pay it back?"

"What kind of unkind people, more than one another... Ahem, by the way, you are a saint, you should have a healing elixir or something, right? Anyway, I owe you so many favors, and it's not bad this time. ”

"Get out!"

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The next day, the sun rose, the sun was shining, and everything was beautiful.

The jujube trees in the yard exude a fresh and good fragrance, which fills the yard with a faint and pleasant fragrance.

In the small dilapidated courtyard, the swordsman and the fat man were giggling and eating breakfast.

The smell of breakfast can't be concealed at all.

Especially in their small courtyard, the gate is rotten, the two courtyard walls are broken one and a half, and the bluestone road in the courtyard is also full of cracks and sword marks caused by sword qi.

Losing the courtyard gate and the courtyard wall, how could it hide the fragrance of breakfast and the joy of the two.

However, the stone table they used to eat was shabby.

The stone table was split by two-thirds, and only one corner remained.

So they put the food in that corner and lifted two rotten stones to serve as stone benches.

In such a difficult environment, the two not only did not hang their heads, but showed a smile and were full of positive momentum.

The fat man nibbled on the chicken legs, and suddenly looked around with his small eyes, and after making sure that no one was here, he asked Song Zhongdao in a low voice: "Brother, did you say that no one should come to challenge us today?"

Song Zhong said: "I don't understand, anyway, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth." ”

The fat man's eyes widened and he said, "Your right hand is broken, where did you get the confidence." ”

Song Zhong said: "Isn't there a left hand?" ”

The fat man had a strange expression on his face, this guy was not ordinary, his right hand was broken, but he looked like he was fine.

The fat man's ribs were broken, but he was not as breezy as Song Zhong, and sometimes he hurt him like a grandson.

Every time I exert myself, it is even more hot and stinging, and tears in my eyes are about to rush out.

Just when the fat man was stunned, there was an extra group of people on the way to their small courtyard.

It's not like they're here to find fault, it's not like they're imposing.

After all, the disciples who came to make the battle post before were trembling, sneaky, and frightened, not like they were here to challenge, but more like thieves.

And now the team of people who came looked solemn. They were dressed in black robes with the word "Fa" embroidered on their chests.

Song finally ignored it and ate by himself.

Song Zhong held the spoon in his left hand and slowly dug the rice spoonful by spoonful.

The fat man came back to his senses.

As they approached, the fat man confirmed what they were dressed and muttered, "It's the senior brother of the law enforcement team." ”

Song finished with his head bowed.

At this time, the law enforcement team had already come to the courtyard.

They stood in the courtyard, unaffected by the surrounding environment, and still had serious faces.

The disciple at the head of the law enforcement team bowed at Song Zhong.

"The law enforcement team patrolled and saw Senior Brother Song. ”

Song nodded and asked, "What happened in the Holy Sect?

"Back to Senior Brother Song's words, the single hall master of the White Tiger Hall is dead. ”

"What, the Shan Hall Master is dead?"

Song Zhong was surprised, stood up suddenly, and accidentally knocked over the dishes and chopsticks beside him when he got up.

The porcelain bowl was immediately shattered into slag, and the food fell to the ground.

At this time, the fat man was not to be outdone, and his fat face showed shock, loss, and heartache one after another.

Suddenly, Song Zhong covered his chest with his left hand, took two steps back, and then he fell to the ground with a "poof".

The disciple of the law enforcement team, seeing the two of them like this, couldn't help but comfort: "Alas, the two senior brothers don't have to be too sad, Siren has passed away, and I hope to take care of my health." ”