In the darkness, Bai Cunfeng was still like a sculpture, his eyes were like falcons, his five fingers were cocked, and his palm was tightly pressed against the hilt of the sword.

Wow!

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of the door.

"It's so slow!" the tall and sunny Grandmaster disciple sneered, but the sword in his hand had already been slashed out long before he could speak!

The exquisiteness of the "lonely cloud" end is incomparable!

Draw the sword, draw the sword, put the sword away!

Bai Cunfeng was very satisfied with his move, it seemed that his swordsmanship had improved again, a trace of pride flashed in his heart, and there was a sense of loneliness that he said.

"If my brother-in-law can have half of his own cultivation, my little sister will not be married to the wrong person, but it's a pity..."

Squeak...

The door to the wing closed slowly.

"Huh?" Bai Cunfeng showed some doubt, and turned his head to look at the door.

It was a rotten white face, with protruding pupils and only the whites of its eyes, and it was moving towards him step by step with its head down, not fast.

"What the hell is this..."

Bai Cunfeng hurriedly jumped up and threw himself towards the oil-paper window closest to him.

While!

The window made a loud noise, but he couldn't break through it.

Seeing that the ghost thing was getting closer and closer to him, Bai Cunfeng rolled his throat, his eyes were a little flustered, and he immediately drew his sword and stabbed at the window.

After a series of swords, the window still did not move, not even a single slash mark.

"Holy, open it!"

Bai Cunfeng was stunned for a moment, because in the afterglow, the ghost thing had disappeared.

"It's just... Is it just an illusion?"

In the next second, he suddenly felt a chill on his face, as if something liquid was flowing.

The liquid was red, bloody, and hot.

The master disciple was no longer conscious, and entered the eternal darkness with fear.

--

On the vast lake.

Xia Ren held the newly replaced bamboo pole one by one, and the island in the distance was a little closer, and there was a faint light on the island, which seemed to be a red lantern hanging high.

What made him feel a little strange was that in the blood-colored whirlpool in the corner of the Ocean of True Qi, the two white hands actually stopped swinging suddenly, as if time had stopped and been frozen.

"Maybe it's because of the formation, it seems that when the formation is cast, these two hands need to be used as the source of the formation and leave the body. Xia Ren pondered for a moment and gave the most reasonable explanation.

But if he knew what the situation of the entire Xia family was at this time, he might not think so.

Just a few minutes.

The Xia family has become a ghost!

Whether the sect is divided, whether it is a master of the inner family who enters the hall, or an ordinary disciple who only knows three moves and two styles. As long as a crack in a door or window is exposed, no one is spared.

Is it possible that there are no gaps in the door or window?

No way!

Therefore, the two demons began to slaughter wantonly, and they needed to absorb as much power as possible before their master returned.

As for the Eater?

The petite ghost, who was as white as jade, had tried before, only to be nearly overwhelmed by the irascible master.

If she did it again, she didn't know if she would survive.

And another rotten, icy white shadow is the same idea.

Therefore, the two draw the land as a boundary, each torture and kill, and when the master returns, he will return to his own home.

After all, as long as you are obedient and pretend that there is no recovery, how will you know as the master of the human race?

The slaughter of the two demons was fast and fast.

Although the entire Xia family is still quiet, like a normal night, many people have already died directly depressed in the closed room.

Ghosts and humans are not of the same grade at all.

Let a martial arts master cut down ghosts?

That's a joke.

The words were divided into two ends, and at this time, on the lake with no clarity at all, the bamboo pole of the handsome young man suddenly tightened. It was the tip of the bamboo that touched the shallows on the edge of the island, and the forward force of the boat made the bamboo pole bend in an arc.

Xia Ren didn't dare to use internal force, but just stepped on the edge of the wooden boat and jumped down, casually using the thick cable brought by the boat to circle a few times on the stone stakes on the shallows to form a strong knot.

Only then did he clap his hands and raise his eyes to look at the exquisite small building not far away, the small building bathed in red lanterns.

There was no sound in the darkness.

But the handsome young man suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his left hand suddenly swung out in the direction of the left side behind him like a fly, and there was nothing there!

Half a second later, there was a sound of metal shattering.

"Huh?" Xia Ren's expression was a little strange, and he slowly turned his head.

By the light of the blood-red lantern, he could see clearly the person who had suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a disciple of the Tsing Yi family, with a stoic temperament and a blank expression, the long sword in his right hand had been shattered, but the person was not patted and flew out.

This seems to be the first person to reluctantly take his random blow, right?

"Xia Ren... You're finally here. The swordsman in green roof smiled.

"Are you waiting for me?" asked Xia Ren with some curiosity.

But the swordsman in Tsing Yi did not answer his words, but pointed to his ears, "I am deaf, but I am a very talented deaf person, and it is because of this that I can be reused by the sect." ”

Xia Ren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled and said, "You are the mysterious president of the Winter Society, right?"

The swordsman in Tsing Yi smiled and showed a strange smile, he couldn't hear what the young man in front of him said at all.

He just pulled out a long sword from behind him again and said, "Do your best and show me your strength!"

There were five swords behind him, and this was the second.

The cyan aura was entwined around him, extremely rich, which was the Xia family's unique internal strength method "Xu Rulin".

The externalization of internal qi is something that can only be done by the masters of the inner family who have condensed the qi to at least fifteen, and the deaf mysterious swordsman in Tsing Yi obviously belongs to this list.

The misty breath climbed to the tip of the sword.

Suddenly, a little cold light appeared at the tip of the sword, and the swordsman in Tsing Yi held the sword like a bow to shoot the arrow of the sun, breaking through the air.

That little bit of light was revealed, and the sword was already in front of him.

"It's too weak. Xia Ren casually stretched out a palm and met the sword.

But the blade of the Tsing Yi swordsman suddenly turned, forcibly changing the trajectory of this sword, but at the same time, his own head also crashed into Xia Ren's palm.

It's a life-threatening way of playing!

Boom!

The tip of the sword shattered unexpectedly, but the swordsman in Tsing Yi did not immediately turn into a blood mist, but was shaken open, and his body floated four or five meters away, and he was still standing.

Xia Ren showed a strange look and said, "You are already dead, but why are the bodies still barely gathered together?"

The swordsman in green clothes looked at the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes showed a look of joy and madness, he seemed to know what the young man opposite was asking, so he grinned hoarsely: "For... See clearly... Your body..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole skin cracked inch by inch, bursting with a bang, exploding into a blood mist, diffusing into the miserable white mist around him.

It's just weird that until the last moment, there were no emotions in his pupils such as horror, confusion, relief, and so on.

It's as if it's just a shell that has nothing to do with him, dead and dead.

Xia Ren looked at his palm and sighed, "You want me to do my best, but I only have time to show less than one-twentieth of my strength... But since you're dead, that's okay..."