The encirclement has shrunk and narrowed, and there are fewer and fewer spies from the National Teacher's Mansion on the roam.

Tonight, even if they can't wipe out the spies of the National Teacher's Mansion to which this barren mountain belongs, just kill all the people who stay on the mountain, they will definitely suffer heavy losses, and they will not be able to achieve the climate again.

Shangguan Yue still doesn't know the identity of the sword-wielding boy, but now he doesn't have the courage to ask for hardship. Seeing that the siege was a great success, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The encirclement was already narrow enough, and Shangguan Yue also saw the young man who closed his eyes again, so he felt that it was time to completely close the net, and said loudly:

"Lingsu Town Cultivator's Mansion belongs, kill the enemy quickly, and line up at the wooden house below!"

Everyone had already received news before this operation, and it seemed that they were going to besiege and kill the people of the National Teacher's Mansion, but they were not sure yet. When the flare was lifted into the air, these monks who were still under the jurisdiction of Zhenbei in the final analysis were already the same enemy, and at this moment, the lord of the mansion shouted peace, and their morale was boosted.

The mountains are full of breath shouting:

"Command!"

The aura on the mountain was disturbed by the monks because of Shangguan Yue's order, Feng Qingtong frowned slightly, and the next moment, he came out with his sword and killed directly in the direction of Shangguan Yue.

Shangguan Yue was taken aback—where did he offend this evil god? He cried bitterly in his heart, and the whole person stood in place as if he was dead, as if he had accepted his fate, and he didn't even bother to do protection.

Feng Qingtong didn't even look at Shangguan Yue, his purpose was naturally not to kill Shangguan Yue, but he had been staring at the strongest assassin from the beginning.

The assassin even ignored Feng Qingtong at first, and only later caught a little clue. When the flare was lifted into the air, all the hidden monks exuded a more or less murderous aura, but this assassin still lurked silently, making it impossible to determine the location.

Feng Qingtong has been waiting for the moment when he escapes, as long as he wants to break through this encirclement, it is the time when he will be killed. Who knew that the assassin just caught Shangguan Yue's order, and the aura on the mountain was slightly chaotic, and the encirclement monk was also a little distracted.

It's a pity that he still didn't hold his breath when he left, and exuded a trace of killing intent towards Feng Qingtong. It was this unwilling wisp of killing intent that decided that he couldn't leave tonight!

Draw the sword, draw the sword, the sword is like a dragon!

A huge wave of wind and waves struck from behind Shangguan Yue, blowing his hair and dancing wildly—this was just the aftermath of that sword qi. Shangguan Yue still froze, not daring to move at all.

Feng Qingtong walked back from behind Shangguan Yue and patted Shangguan Yue's shoulder gently: "It's dark under the lamp, Shangguan Mansion Master." But I don't blame you, people are genuine half-step gods, and it's normal that you can't find people at the peak of your half-hung dragon leap. ”

Shangguan Yue watched the young man walk back to the wooden house step by step, as if nothing had happened, and he didn't dare to answer for a while. After a long time, he turned his neck slightly—behind him, a wide ravine was plowed out by the sword qi, and the half-step god rise realm boss was probably the same as the spy at the foot of the mountain, and there was not even scum left......

The distance between the two sides of the ravine was less than two fists, and his two cultivator subordinates were still so sluggish that they didn't dare to move.

Shangguan Yue let out a sigh of relief, and wanted to take a step to comfort the two subordinates, but who knew that his legs were weak, and he stumbled directly and almost fell in front of them. Shangguan Yue didn't feel embarrassed, propped himself on the shoulders of one of them, and said with a wry smile:

"Today we have seen the immortals," he breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and continued, "It's almost over, let's go, let's all go down to the wooden house." ”

......

Feng Qianmo and Wang Yunyun didn't stay at the foot of the mountain stupidly, they silently followed the outermost periphery of the encirclement, at this time, this place was the safest.

When the people from the Lingsu Town Cultivator's Mansion gradually gathered and gathered towards the previous wooden house, they also rushed to the front of the house one step later.

The people in the Cultivator's Mansion naturally recognized the two of them, so they let them squeeze to the front.

The two of them stood beside Shangguan Yue at the front, and a piece of land in front of the wooden house had been deliberately vacated—a young man in white holding a sword, and in front of him was a group of trembling beggars.

Feng Qingtong turned his head, the pupils in his eyes were as black as ink, and although the long sword was clean, it always gave people the illusion of blood.

Feng Qingtong looked at Feng Qianmo: "Qianmo, come here." That voice was cold to the bone.

Under this kind of coercion, Feng Qianmo forcibly endured his trembling instinct and approached the completely unfamiliar master step by step. He still couldn't figure out why, the master, suddenly seemed to be a different person, what abnormal things happened along the way, when did everything start to change, he couldn't think of it, he really couldn't think of it......

"Today as a teacher, I will give you a heart-to-heart situation," Feng Qingtong's cold voice pulled Feng Qianmo back: "Listening to the Tao Pavilion matter, do you have hatred in your heart?"

Feng Qianmo didn't know what he meant, raised his head and said honestly: "People are not grass and trees, I have hatred in my heart." ”

Feng Qingtong grabbed the Taoge peachwood sword that Feng Qianmo had been carrying with him in the air, attached a sword qi to it, and then directly inserted it obliquely at Feng Qianmo's feet: "I have investigated, this house of little beggars is far from being so simple, among them, there are four of them who have entered the realm. In other words, they probably know the real purpose of this wooden house, and also understand where the 'brothers and sisters' of this house belong in the future. Now it's up to you to kill, or not to kill?"

Feng Qianmo's eyes froze, and he looked at the master who was becoming more and more unfamiliar: "Won't they wronged good people? They have spiritual power, and they don't necessarily have been taught by the National Teacher's Mansion, even if they really are, they don't necessarily have done anything bad?"

Feng Qingtong shook his head: "You haven't seen it clearly? This Jianghu, people who believe in preferring to kill by mistake and not let go live longer? ”

Feng Qingtong raised his head slightly, and a crimson demon star in the distance seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

"Why did the master say that? I don't understand......" Feng Qianmo took a few steps back, unwilling to hold the peachwood sword.

Feng Qingtong's eyes were instantly fierce: "Your master and I are the worst people in the world, and it is not good for you to cut through these disturbances!

Feng Qianmo looked at Feng Qingtong, who was stunned, becoming more and more frightened, and took a few steps back.

Feng Qingtong instantly became even more annoyed, his reason seemed to have been deprived of something, black light bloomed in his eyes, and the Void Imperial Thing forcibly stuffed the peachwood sword into Feng Qianmo's hand, and shouted: "Take it!"

Feng Qianmo couldn't resist, and a force had already wrapped his palm, making him hold the peachwood sword tightly. There was even more force on his back, pushing him to carry the wooden sword that was spinning this sword, and approached the group of little beggars step by step.

The little beggars didn't understand what had happened today, and they didn't even know how many people had died on the barren mountain, but they knew one thing—the young man in white was asking his disciple with a wooden sword to kill them.

Suddenly, all the poor people in ragged clothes were so frightened that they retreated again and again, and many children were already crying.

Feng Qianmo gritted his teeth and wanted to stop, but the power that controlled him made it completely impossible for him to disobey, and he was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "Master, what are you doing! They are all Shui Yin's brothers and sisters, Shui Yin's last wish is for them to survive!"

Feng Qingtong was unmoved, and the black light in his eyes made him look like a madman who had gone mad.

Feng Qianmo's forehead and arms were bruised, and he had the courage to give birth to somewhere at the moment, and glared at Feng Qingtong angrily: "Feng Qingtong, what are you doing! You bastard! I Feng Qianmo has mistaken you! It turns out that you are no different from Situ Fang! The rivers and lakes I want are not like this, not like this......" Speaking of which, Feng Qianmo's eyes were already rolling with tears - the rivers and lakes he wanted were not like this...... Why did the big brother that Wan Junshan met, his own master, become what he is today?

Feng Qingtong walked in front of Feng Qianmo at some point, looking at his most proud disciple, Feng Qingtong's expression was indifferent, like mockery, and like disappointment, and said softly:

"I'll just say, it's pointless for you to practice swords......"

The next moment, a wooden sword pierced straight through the body of the white-clothed young man, and the tip of the blood-dripping peachwood sword was particularly dazzling under the night sky.

Those little beggars were so frightened that they stopped crying, and everyone in the cultivator's mansion headed by Shangguan Yue was silent, Wang Yunyun's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth, and the entire night sky was unprecedentedly quiet......

Feng Qingtong looked at the wooden sword that pierced his chest, his expression still did not change, but the terrifying black light in his eyes finally slowly dissipated.

As if talking to himself, he muttered:

"It's still a little useful......"

Feng Qingtong took a step back, quietly glanced at Feng Qianmo for the last time, his fingers slowly tapped down in the void, and the wooden sword stained with blood was pushed out of his chest inch by inch and fell to the ground.

Feng Qingtong didn't look at the wooden sword that pierced his chest, took a step, passed by Feng Qianmo, and said to Shangguan Yue, "Let's go." ”

Feng Qianmo's whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he stood stiffly in place, even maintaining the gesture when he held the sword and stabbed it into Feng Qingtong's chest.

He didn't even think about stabbing his master with that sword! He just wanted to get rid of that control, why did this happen? Why did this happen, how could he hurt his master......

"Master!" Feng Qianmo turned to look at the back, the red blood stains were particularly dazzling on his white clothes.

The man didn't turn around in Feng Qianmo's blurred vision, but seemed to stop slightly, and then continued to step forward, only to hear him whisper:

"From tonight onwards, no. ”

Feng Qianmo stood still, at a loss.

Wang Yunyun looked at the people on both sides, sighed, and followed Feng Qingtong away.

Under the starry sky, this young man who saved the person he wanted to save for the first time was alone.