"You really can't bear to do anything to me?"

"What's unbearable, you are you, I am me! Even if we have shared the same bed, what does it matter? After putting on the clothes, you are still you, I am still me, and I have never been a person. Isn't it?"

Hearing He Qingfeng's ruthless words, Xiangyi was already heartbroken, but he didn't expect that he was not only ruthless, but also ruthless, and he could be ruthless to himself.

Trying to persuade He Qingfeng has continued until now, whether it is Lin Qingyi, Zhuo Yifan, or Xiangyi, they can't impress him. Zhuo Yifan knew that only swords could meet each other now.

It's just that he doesn't have the confidence, it's not that he's afraid of death, but he doesn't want Lin Qingyi and Xiangyi to die for this. He was hesitating, what to do, whether to offer the blood-drinking sword with both hands, or to fight to the end?

There was a dead silence at the scene, only He Qingfeng's eyes scanned everyone, and he fell on the blood-drinking sword from time to time, extremely excited.

At this moment, the few remaining people in the Bodhi Temple rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and them, obviously not wanting to join He Qingfeng.

"It doesn't matter if a few of you leave, you're going to die sooner or later anyway!" He Qingfeng smiled disdainfully.

"We've really lost sight of you, you're such a vicious person. Mudun huffed.

"I am the savior, whoever I want to die, whoever has to die!" He Qingfeng said compassionately.

And the two thousand disciples of the Bashan faction were also extremely excited, they stared at Zhuo Yifan and a few people tightly, as if these people were their last enemies, as long as they killed them, they could sit back and relax from now on, and enjoy the glory, wealth, grace and prestige of this world.

Seeing that a few people hadn't moved yet, He Qingfeng turned to Yu Menglian's side, he stretched out his hand, grabbed her hair stiffly, and lifted her head up so that Lin Qingyi and them could see clearly.

Then, a sharp short sword rested on her neck, eager to try.

Lin Qingyi was full of tears, but she didn't shout, she was afraid of making a little noise, He Qingfeng's hand shook, Yu Menglian would be killed, so she held back her tears.

"Lin Qingyi, just tie your hands! This is your mother, I don't believe it, you will watch her die!" He Qingfeng said with pity.

"Mother!" Lin Qingyi cried, looking at Zhuo Yifan, very desperate.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan was also in pain, he stroked the Blood Drinking Sword, and then slowly stepped forward, and said helplessly: "Let her go, I will give you the Blood Drinking Sword!"

"Don't, Zhuo Yifan, otherwise you won't be able to leave!" Yu Menglian shouted. In desperation, her neck slammed into the blade of the sword, and with a bang, blood flowed, and she died without a few struggles.

"Mother!" Lin Qingyi cried and shouted as if she was crazy.

And He Qingfeng was even more stunned, he didn't expect that Yu Menglian would do this.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan hurriedly retreated, everyone was dead, of course he couldn't give the blood-drinking sword to He Qingfeng again.

Seeing Lin Qingyi's sad appearance, He Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders, "It's no wonder to me, she killed herself." ”

"You are the one who harmed you, you despicable villain!" said Lin Qingyi and flew towards He Qingfeng, a long sword piercing his heart.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng pushed Menglian's body aside and hurriedly faced Lin Qingyi.

The disciples of the Bashan faction did not move, and they watched the head of the sect and the senior sister fight fiercely and kill each other, obviously putting them in a dilemma.

And Yu Qingqiu's face was also full of grief and indignation at this time, He Qingfeng deceived her feelings, and now she is doing a lot of evil, she decided not to stand on the side of the Bashan faction anymore, so she and Lin Qingyi worked together to deal with He Qingfeng.

"You two are rebelling! In that case, I, the Bashan faction, will also clean up the portal! The disciples will listen to the order and kill the traitors of the Bashan faction! Kill Zhuo Yifan and Xiangyi, and we will sit back and enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future!" He Qingfeng flew into the air and ordered the disciples of the Bashan faction.

Those disciples of the Bashan faction had just entered a good life of enjoying glory and wealth from a state of pure suffering, and even tasted the taste of a woman, and there was nothing comparable to that kind of enjoyment, so they naturally cherished that kind of life very much, so according to He Qingfeng's order, they attacked a few people.

For a time, the big melee began. Due to the large number of disciples of the Bashan faction, although Zhuo Yifan's martial arts are not low, but in the face of the black pressure crowd, they are also weak, and they can only keep defending.

Several people formed a circle back to back and worked together to deal with the people of the Bashan faction who surrounded them outside the circle.

He Qingfeng smiled sadly, and he was bound to kill them all.

"Zhuo Yifan, isn't it being said outside, your blood-drinking sword is very powerful, how about we fight alone?" He Qingfeng said provocatively.

Zhuo Yifan didn't speak, but pulled out the blood-drinking sword with a bang.

Suddenly, the cold light of the blood-drinking sword was dazzling, and the shape of the flying meteorite at the hilt of the sword emitted a white light like a dart, making people unable to open their eyes.

The disciples of the Bashan faction hurriedly retreated, while Yu Qingqiu, Lin Qingyi and the others formed a circle that was still not deformed, and at this time, only He Qingfeng and Zhuo Yifan were fighting outside the arena.

"Hmph, I think the blood-drinking sword is a waste of fame, first defeat my wooden sword. He Qingfeng showed the wooden sword.

Zhuo Yifan found that the copper coins on the wooden sword were already dense, and it was obvious that He Qingfeng had killed countless people.

He still clearly remembers the scene when he met He Qingfeng at the beginning, and the righteous and upspoken copper money Taoist did not expect to become today's demon.

Zhuo Yifan's Mu family's swordsmanship was already superb, so he naturally took the lead in attacking, and He Qingfeng's swordsmanship was very similar to it.

Zhuo Yifan was taken aback, he didn't know when He Qingfeng actually secretly learned the Mu family's swordsmanship, and the two were equal in swordsmanship.

"You despicable villain, you actually secretly learned my grandfather's Mu family swordsmanship!"

He Qingfeng smiled, "It's really ridiculous! I am a dignified Bashan faction, how can I secretly learn the ghost Mu family's swordsmanship!"

"Then how did you know the Mu family's swordsmanship?"

"Yang and Wu can support Xiang Zhenfeng, can't I support Mu Liangsheng?" He Qingfeng said compassionately.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan's face changed, and He Qingfeng actually said that his grandfather's Mu family swordsmanship was taught by his Bashan faction.

"I've seen Luyang Zhenren, it's impossible for him to use this kind of conspiracy!"

"I didn't say that my master taught me, I mean, I taught your grandfather's swordsmanship. He Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Just you? You're a hairy boy in front of my grandfather, and he'll learn swordsmanship from you? You should be credible when you lie. Zhuo Yifan said angrily.

"I know that you Central Plains people are arrogant, I just copied part of the swordsmanship of our Bashan faction and put it in the Pingyuan dart game, he himself has superb swordsmanship, and he naturally knows the subtleties of this set of swordsmanship. ”