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Under this calm night, there was a surging killing intent.

Lin Fenghua held the long sword tightly in his hand. This sword has accompanied him for thirty years, and has also witnessed the development of the Juntian Sword Sect from small to large. It can be said that this sword is like Lin Fenghua's shadow.

Behind him, the two elders Yan Tianchuan and Hong Shaoyan did not say a word and followed closely. Lin Fenghua originally didn't want them to follow. But Liang Sizhi told these two people before leaving, they must not be careless.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Fenghua's mouth. An unknown monk actually made Liang Sizhi so nervous, it seems that this disciple has not seen him for a few years, but he has regressed.

In front is the county office. Under the cover of night, quiet and eerie.

The gate of the county government was open, and it seemed that someone had just gone out of it. Lin Fenghua could see the faint horseshoe prints on the ground. The hoof prints are widely spaced, indicating that the rider is in a hurry.

He hoped now that it wasn't the three prisoners who had escaped. But looking back, the three of them were seriously injured, and they would never have ridden such a fast horse. Besides, there is only one horse.

Lin Fenghua pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and cautiously walked into the door. Bypassing the photo wall, Lin Fenghua was shocked. On the green brick floor, a person was lying. In the dim moonlight, the man's eyes were wide open, motionless, and already dead.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Lin Fenghua's nerves tightened, paying attention to the movements around him, in case someone secretly attacked. Yan Tianchuan cautiously walked to the corpse, squatted down to inspect it for a while, and then turned around and said, "It's Pei Shikong, the master of the county government!"

"Can you see who did it?" Lin Fenghua asked.

Yan Tianchuan had the intention of patting the sycophants, so he said: "The martial arts are not weak, but they are definitely not as good as the master!"

Lin Fenghua put his mind at ease, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the small place of Liangcheng, where are there so many masters?

He strode into the backyard. In the backyard, it's pitch black. Only in the East Wing is a room where candles are lit. A soft cough could be faintly heard coming from inside the room.

This is it!" Lin Fenghua thought to himself, and the sword in his hand slowly pulled out, shooting out a cold light.

"Why don't the guests from outside come in and sit down?"

The person in the room suddenly spoke softly. Lin Fenghua and the three looked at each other. They can be assured that their steps have been put to the lightest level, and no one will notice. Could it be that the people in the house are ghosts?

Lin Fenghua saw that his whereabouts had been leaked, and there was no need to hide it anymore, holding the sword in his hand, his toes touching the ground, his body almost merged with the sword, and rushed towards the room.

The door that was originally closed suddenly opened with a "bang". The people in the house laughed and said, "Why does the donor need to pierce the door of this house? If the stab is broken, the poor monk will have to compensate!"

Lin Fenghua stabbed the air with a sword, and had already rushed into the room. But the strength of his move could not make him move forward and stab the man who spoke. So Lin Fenghua had to stabilize his body and use his sword as his chest. This move is not bad, but it is anticlimactic, and it is really embarrassing.

Lin Fenghua fixed his eyes and saw that next to the candle, a middle-aged monk was sitting, with a white face and a delicate appearance. There was another old man, leaning on the bed, with a sallow complexion, and he was not lightly ill.

He was slightly stunned, neither of the two people in the room looked like the three escaped prisoners. Could it be that Liang Sizhi's information is wrong? Or is this monk hiding people?

Lin Fenghua prefers to believe that it is the latter. He shouted: "Good monk, hand over the people!"

As he spoke, the sword in his hand stabbed continuously. In a moment, he had already stabbed eighteen moves, all of which went to the monk's cheek and throat.

Jingchen sat on the stool, just turned his neck twice, turned his head, and dodged all the moves.

He smiled slightly: "Juntian Sword, the sword is as its name suggests, like the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder, fast and fierce. Your move is really good, but it's a little too ruthless. ”

The expression on Lin Fenghua's face became more and more frightened. He originally planned to stab the monk to death here in one fell swoop, so as not to have too many dreams at night, so he used all his strength as soon as he struck. Who knew that not only could he help the dust, but he couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

Lin Fenghua's heart jumped, knowing that the monk in front of him was really difficult for him to deal with. I just retreated in my heart, and the sword in my hand was about to be recovered. Who knew that Jingchen suddenly made a move at this time.

Jingchen saw that the old power on Lin Fenghua's sword had disappeared and the new force had not been continued, stretched out two fingers, and slammed the sword body.

Lin Fenghua struggled to regain it, but Jingchen just smiled, but the sword seemed to grow in his hand, and it didn't move at all.

Lin Fenghua was dripping down in a cold sweat. Behind him, Yan Tianchuan and Hong Shaoyan had just rushed into the house, and they didn't expect that in this hurry, the head of the house had already been defeated. They know the gap between themselves and the head Lin Fenghua. Lin Fenghua tried his best, but he couldn't force the monk to get up, so they were even more helpless.

The two stood aside in a daze, but Lin Fenghua had already said in a trembling voice: "Master...... I...... I ......"

Jingchen snorted coldly and said, "Your methods are vicious, you are not worthy of using this sword!" As soon as the words fell, his fingers were forced, and he heard a crisp sound of "poof". The sharp sword in Lin Fenghua's hand was actually cut off by his two fingers. The tip of the sword flew upside down and was nailed to the door frame.

Lin Fenghua was startled, and then saw that Jingchen had already closed his head and read the scriptures. He was ashamed and angry, and suddenly evil was born on the side of his guts, raised his hand to break the sword, and stabbed at the pure dust.

The two were very close, and Lin Fenghua seized the opportunity to be unprepared, thinking that he was in control. Who knew that Jingchen was keenly and attentive, his eyes were open, and with a flick of his fingers, the broken sword swung away.

Jingchen slapped out with a palm and gently pushed it on Lin Fenghua's chest. Lin Fenghua only felt that a strong force was surging like a mountain of seas. He staggered back a few steps involuntarily, as if drunk.

Jingchen didn't want to hurt him, so he didn't do it ruthlessly. Who knows that Lin Fenghua's trick is to take the number of ways to go and have no return, and go straight forward, leaving no way back. was pushed by Jingchen like this, and his body was weak, and he fell backwards again and again, and he suddenly slammed into the door frame.

The previous broken blade happened to pierce the back of Lin Fenghua's heart. Lin Fenghua tightened his body, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say a word. The two elders, Yan and Hong, were busy supporting Lin Fenghua's body. Seeing that the broken blade penetrated his body and pierced Lin Fenghua's atrium directly, he was unlucky.

Jingchen was also taken aback, and sighed: "Sins and sins, ......"

Lin Fenghua held his breath, full of incredulity, and hissed: "I...... Aspect...... Lifetime...... He died in ...... An unsung monk ......"

Feng Conggui on the bed sneered and said, "Lin Fenghua, when he became famous, you were just a nameless swordsman. Dying at the hands of the former abbot of Shaolin is not a wronged act!"

Lin Fenghua's eyes widened, staring at Jingchen, his eyes were incredible and relaxed. "It turned out to be ...... It's you ......."

After saying a few words, Lin Fenghua couldn't support it anymore, and the breath in his chest was spitted out, and he died.

Yan Tianchuan couldn't care about him, his face was full of horror, he pointed to the pure dust and the wind, and said in a trembling voice: "You are ...... You are a master of dust purification...... Then you are...... Ghost Hidden ...... The wind returns!"