"Already here?"

"Why don't you come out and meet you?"

With this old voice alone, the deterrent power is already stronger than all the murderous weapons in the world, it can penetrate not only your body, but also your soul.

Qi Ying'er actually forgot to breathe, and his heart beat harder and harder, and the more painful it became. Should he go out? But his legs were no longer numerous, like they had turned into water.

The old man's voice said, "Your Excellency, don't come unharmed." ”

Another man's voice said, "You already knew I was coming." ”

It's Ling Quanfei!

How could he be here? Qi Ying'er turned sideways slightly, his heart was still pounding, he was really afraid that the old man would hear his heartbeat.

He saw Ling Quanfei's vague figure, and he knew that it must be Ling Quanfei. Because he had just heard this voice, he had just seen the golden dragon relief sword of death, and in the moonlight, the killing intent of that sword became heavier and heavier.

- Why is he here? Could it be that he is also looking for the sound of the flute?

- Could it be that he is here to save me?

For some reason, when Qi Ying'er saw this familiar figure, his heartbeat actually slowed down, and he slowly felt his legs, which did not turn into water, but were numb, like wood.

The moonlight could not shine on the old man, who was forever embedded in the darkness, but his voice could penetrate the darkness.

"I really didn't expect you to be alive, if you hadn't escaped last night, maybe you would be lying in a wooden coffin right now. ”

Ling Quanfei smiled: "It's a pity. ”

The old man's voice: "What is a pity?"

Ling Quanfei said: "I don't like to sleep in a coffin, the coffin board is too hard, and it is uncomfortable to sleep." ”

The old man laughed, and his laughter was colder, more miserable, and lighter than the moonlight at this time. "It's a pity. ”

Ling Quanfei said, "What is a pity?"

The old man's voice: "It's a pity that you don't even have to sleep on the coffin board tonight." ”

Ling Quanfei said, "Then where do I sleep?"

The old man's voice: "Just sleep here!"

Ling Quanfei sneered: "It's full of snow here, although it's quite soft, but I don't want to be frozen." ”

The old man's voice: "Don't worry, dead people don't feel anything!"

Before the words died, a cold light flashed in the darkness.

Whose sword is it?

It was the man in black who had stood in the darkness with the old man earlier!

Another bright light!

This light flashed from Ling Quanfei's body, and the sound of the two swords striking each other was crisp and sharp.

The man in black jumped away for a few feet, Ling Quanfei's sword was already in his hand, the sword glowed cold, and the tip of the sword was dyed red, stained red with blood.

Blood dripped on the snow and turned into red snow.

The old man's voice: "Okay, good swordsmanship." I only know that the floating boy is alone in the world, but I didn't expect that even the sword is so sharp!"

Ling Quanfei didn't speak, he didn't even hear what the man said. Because the man in black in front of him was not easy to deal with, he didn't dare to be distracted, otherwise he would really have to sleep in this snow tonight.

Qi Ying'er could see it on the side, it turned out that the sword was so powerful, he didn't even see what happened just now, not because his stomach was too dark, but because it was too fast, so fast that it was just a light.

Qi Ying'er looked at Ling Quanfei's face through the faint moonlight, which was not only pale, but also expressionless. Every inch of skin on this face is an expression, fear, shock, confidence, concentration, thousands of expressions gathered on one face, and it becomes expressionless.

Ling Quanfei held his sword and pointed at the man in black, who was wearing a night coat, as if he had become one with the darkness.

Ling Quanfei's pale sleeves were also stained red, with his own blood.

The man in black peeled away the darkness, somersaulted backwards, kicked a tree hard, and rushed out with his strength, black shadows and white light.

Ling Quanfei still stood still, like a piece of wood, the blade of the sword approached, and Ling Quanfei suddenly floated up like a feather. The man in black stabbed ten swords in a row, but every time the sword was a few inches away from Ling Quanfei's body, it would stab into the air.

The man in black is fast and ruthless, and every sword is fatal, but unfortunately he found the wrong opponent.

His opponent was Ling Quanfei. Who in the world doesn't know Ling Quanfei's first light martial arts, he is the first person in the martial arts in the past hundred years who can practice the two light skills of "borrowing wings from the wind" and "stepping on clouds and stepping on the night", a terrifying genius.

It seems that the light skills of this man in black are not weak, and one of them rose into the air, and his body was actually higher than Ling Quanfei. Ling Quanfei was also taken aback, because this person's light skills may be on par with his own, and the sword is so fast, accurate and ruthless, it is really a difficult footstep to deal with.

The man in black struck a volley, as if the whole person had turned into an awl, indestructible, and stabbed straight towards the Baihui death hole above Ling Quanfei's head.

In an instant, Ling Quanfei seemed to suddenly disappear and disappeared, and when he looked at it again, he was already above the man in black, this was the light skill of "stepping on the clouds and stepping on the night". How could anyone in the world be able to move quickly in the air? Ling Quanfei could do it.

The man in black felt a murderous wind behind him, turned around in the air, and several "heart nails".

Ling Quanfei was in the air, but those nails only pierced through the air. A wisp of afterimage, Ling Quanfei was already below the man in black again. Without allowing the man in black to react, Ling Quanfei swept over with a sword and cut off the left arm of the man in black, but this sweep felt strange.

The man in black staggered to the ground, jumped away for several feet, and disappeared into the darkness, where only the cold light of the sword glistened.

The old man suddenly smiled and said, "Good swordsmanship, good light skill." ”

Ling Quanfei said: "Strange. ”

The old man's voice: "What's strange?"

Ling Quanfei said: "His hands are very strange. ”

The place where the severed arm lay in the snow did not bleed, and the snow did not turn red, but only a shriveled sleeve.

The old man smiled: "What's strange, you did cut off his arm, but his arm was broken more than ten years ago." ”

Ling Quanfei said: "That's even more strange. ”

The old voice: "Oh?"

Ling Quanfei said: "I think I know him, but how can he be your person?

The old voice: "So, you know who I am?"

Ling Quanfei said: "My ears are sharper than a hare, as soon as your voice comes out, no matter what you deliberately do, I can hear who you are." ”

The old man's voice suddenly became not old, but loud, a huge figure slowly came out of the darkness, in the dim moonlight, Ling Quanfei saw this person's face, but he was not surprised, because he already knew who he was.

Qi Ying'er was surprised, even if his head made people make holes, he would not have thought that it was him in front of him.

A giant man more than nine feet tall stood there, and this person was Luo Wusheng!

The man in black who was lurking in the darkness also slowly walked out and slowly took off the black scarf, he is Mo Cheng!

Qi Ying'er couldn't speak anymore, he really couldn't figure out why these two people, why they killed Wei Sizhang?

Ling Quanfei couldn't figure out why it was them, although he didn't show doubts on his face, but he was also surprised in his heart.

The only people who know why are the two themselves.

Luo Wusheng smiled, his laughter was so dull, but his face was already wrinkled.

Mo Cheng, who was standing on the side, had a murderous light flashing in his eyes, and the fire in his heart seemed to burn the bones of Ling Quanfei in front of him.

Luo Wusheng said, "Surprised?"

Ling Quanfei did not deny it.

Luo Wusheng said: "That little mouse hiding behind a tree, you should also come out, right?"

Qi Ying'er was stunned, the little mouse was not talking about who else he could be, he was really like a scared little mouse just now. At this moment, he couldn't help but walk out.

Qi Ying'er's legs were still shaking, he slowly stood up with the tree and slowly moved out. He had seen this Luo Wusheng, and he still had the strength to hold his sword at that time, but now when he saw this hideous smiling face, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The giant man was taller and more terrifying at this time. His grinning smile was like that of a ferocious beast. His eyes are the eyes of the devil.

Qi Ying'er didn't dare to look up into his eyes, he was afraid that as soon as he looked up, he would sit on the ground, he was trembling, trembling constantly.

Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder, a warm hand, a righteous hand, a hand that could give him infinite confidence, a hand that supported his whole body.

Ling Quanfei looked at him with a smile, in the pale moonlight, on this pale face, the smile was so warm at this time.

Ling Quanfei said: "Don't be afraid. ”

It's just three simple words, but it contains infinite power, and Qi Ying'er is suddenly like a shriveled ball full of gas. He tightened his grip on the sword, the black hilt, the pale scabbard of the sword.

This sword is his strength at this time.

Luo Wusheng said: "Not afraid, why not be afraid?"

Ling Quanfei said: "Why are you afraid?"

Luo Wusheng said: "Do you think you can beat me?"

Ling Quanfei smiled faintly, he was indeed not sure to win him, not to mention that he had another tricky opponent - Mo Cheng.

Mo Cheng was still staring at Ling Quanfei, staring at the sword in his hand, although his broken arm was not cut off by Ling Quanfei, and that arm was gone, but he felt a strange itch and pain, the arm that could not have been felt, the broken arm.

"Yes!"

Luo Wusheng was stunned, Mocheng was still staring at Ling Quanfei, Ling Quanfei didn't open his mouth, the sentence "can" was said by Qi Ying'er who was standing next to Ling Quanfei.

Ling Quanfei smiled even more happily.

Luo Wusheng also smiled, and his smile was very contrived. "Your head is like an apple, I can crush it with one hand!"

Qi Ying'er knew that he was not bragging, he was huge, and his hands were surprisingly big, but he could pinch his entire head with one hand.

Ling Quanfei said: "It's a pity that his head is not an apple." ”

Luo Wusheng said: "Then what about your head?"

Ling Quanfei said: "My head is harder than a stone, I'm afraid your hand won't move." ”

Luo Wusheng said: "No matter how hard the head is, I want it." ”

Ling Quanfei said, "You want my head?"

Luo Wusheng smiled: "It's like Wei Sizhang's head." ”

Ling Quanfei's brows tightened, he couldn't forget his brother's death, he couldn't forget the brother who lay quietly on the bed last night, a headless brother. He was the first to find out that Wei Sizhang was dead, he was sad, he was sad, he rushed out, he had never seen such a cruel method of killing, cutting off his head and cutting off his hands. The corpse was already crawling with rats all around, he drove away the mice, his stomach was tumbling, but he couldn't vomit, this was his brother, he could only cry, but what was the use of tears?

A dark shadow swept out of the door, and it turned out that the murderer had not left yet!

Ling Quanfei also chased after him, his light skills would never lose to anyone, but he failed to catch up with the man in black this time, because of his tears, because of the blow, because of the stomach rolling, and the grief and indignation in his heart.

Luo Wusheng said: "What? are you going to give it to me?"

Ling Quanfei said: "It's not good. ”

Luo Wusheng smiled: "Why is it bad? If you agree, I will let you have no pain." ”

Ling Quanfei said: "If I give you my head, I will die." ”

This is nonsense, of course, but how much sarcasm is contained in this sentence. In Ling Quanfei's eyes, Luo Wusheng was simply a fool.

Luo Wusheng doesn't care, why should he care about a dying person?

Luo Wusheng said: "Then I will come and take your head." ”

Saying that, Luo Wusheng picked up a ghost-headed big knife from nowhere and slashed it like Ling Quanfei, his huge body and huge hands, this big knife was as small as a sword in his hand.

But the power of this knife is not small, especially in his hand, before the knife arrived, the wind arrived first, blowing apart the hair that was blown off Ling Quanfei's forehead.

Ling Quanfei didn't take this knife, he knew the power of this knife, if he took it hard, even if the sword continued, his hand bones would be torn apart.

Ling Quanfei used his "wings to borrow the wind" and dodged a knife. But Luo Wusheng didn't allow Ling Quanfei to react, and he slashed again, this knife has no wind!

A cold light!

Luo Wusheng's huge body actually jumped back lightly two feet away.

Luo Wusheng said angrily: "Damn, I didn't expect you to plot a sneak attack at such a young age!"

That cold light was Qi Ying'er's sword, the pitch-black hilt, the silver sword body, flashing under the cold light of the moon.

Qi Ying'er said coldly: "A person as big as you can make a trick, why can't I?"

Luo Wusheng said, "Oh?"

Qi Ying'er said: "Fourth Master Wei's kung fu is by no means below you, why did he die so quietly? There was only blood in the room, but the tables, chairs and stools were really neatly arranged, and there was no trace of a struggle at all." He apparently didn't wake up until he died, and if you hadn't been killed*, he would have died. Qi Ying'er's gaze pierced Mo Cheng who was standing aside like an ice pick.

Luo Wusheng said with a smile: "You kid is really smart, what you said is right!" 'Fire * Cloud' Wei Sizhang's Broken Thunder Palm and Blazing Ham are extremely fierce and fierce, and I am not his opponent. But how do you know that Mocheng killed it, not me?"

Qi Ying'er said: "Because he has a broken arm, a person with a broken arm is probably the most jealous of a person with sound limbs." He cut off the two hands of Wei Sizhang, who was stunned, one was to seal his broken thunder palm, even if he woke up, he was sure to win him. Second, he can't look down on people with sound limbs!"

Luo Wusheng looked at Mo Cheng, and the fire in Mo Cheng's eyes burned even more, the demon fire from hell.

Luo Wusheng smiled: "You are so smart at such a young age, it seems that you can't be kept!"

Before Luo Wusheng finished speaking, Mo Cheng had already rushed out, like an arrow, but he was originally calm and yelled angrily at this time: "I'm going to kill you!"

Before the words were finished, Mo Cheng was already in front of Qi Ying'er, and Qi Ying'er's pupils shrank sharply, but she didn't react.

With a "poof", Ling Quanfei's sword crossed in front of Qi Ying'er, blocking Mocheng's sword.

Ling Quanfei sighed, "You really shouldn't annoy him. ”

Qi Ying'er said coldly: "He has already lost." ”

"Oh?"

"His heart is in turmoil, he will lose if he is chaotic, and he will die if he loses!"