When Yang Xiaofeng smiled at her, Luo Qingxue's heart completely sank to the bottom. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was no longer a trace of blood on her lips, her eyes instantly dimmed, and her face became completely pale as frost.

Perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that her heart was already completely broken, maybe she would still feel pain.

She couldn't figure it out, why?

There was no anger in her heart, only hatred.

Luo Qingxue looked at the people in the hall with hatred, he hated these people in front of him, she hated why they had to force him.

She couldn't figure it out, why did these people have to force Yang Xiaofeng?

He used to be such an innocent and kind young man, but now, these people in front of him have forced him into a devil - a devil who kills.

She could even see the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood on this hall today.

On the field, Duanmu Jing was too lazy to look at Yang Xiaofeng, and he had completely lost interest in a dead man.

What he is interested in now is the process of Yang Xiaofeng's death.

How to let Yang Xiaofeng die?

He wouldn't do it himself, he didn't want to take the slightest risk, he didn't want to take the slightest risk. If one is not careful, he may die at the hands of Yang Xiaofeng.

He didn't want to risk his life to fight with someone whose strength was no less than Li Muqing's.

What's more, now this person has completely turned into a madman who doesn't want to die.

After thinking about it for a long time, Duanmu Jinghu smiled lightly and said to the group of people blocking Yang Xiaofeng's back road: "Everyone, I have just said that whoever can kill Yang Xiaofeng will get 20,000 taels of gold. In addition, he can even sit on the high position of my Ethereal Peak Deputy Sect Leader in one fell swoop, and at the same time, I will marry my Ethereal Peak disciple Murong Yan Xu to him. Now, these three things are still counted, in addition, I will add one more, if anyone can kill Yang Xiaofeng, he can go to my Ethereal Peak's library to read it, where there are all kinds of martial arts secret books created by the ancestors of this sect or self-created, or collected, you can read them at any time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they went completely crazy.

Gold, Beauty, High Position, Martial Arts Cheats...... Is there anyone who can withstand such temptation?

At this moment, the trace of fear in everyone's hearts because of Yang Xiaofeng's two slaps to Duanmu Xuan just now disappeared completely. For a while, they all stared at Yang Xiaofeng, obviously red-eyed in front of Chongli.

Duanmu Jing saw that everyone's emotions had been completely ignited, and immediately shouted: "Everyone, when will you wait if you don't kill Yang Xiaofeng at this time?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard someone shouting: "Do ...... move."

But there was one person who couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Yang Xiaofeng first. Affected by this, the people behind them all rushed to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

Everyone was excited, and their eyes flashed with greed and cruelty. This is the look in the eyes of the wolves when they are hunting, and looking at the expressions of these people, you can know that at this moment, Yang Xiaofeng has become the prey in their eyes.

Looking at the cruel and excited faces, and at the swords that sprinted towards him, Yang Xiaofeng finally understood what Duanmu Jing had just said.

"There are only interests in this world, and there is no senseless sentimental ...... at all."

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose outside.

Outside the temple, it rained all the time. The rain was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed like it was about to stop.

But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the house.

The wind swirled and blew directly into the hall from the outside, blowing swiftly across the faces of the people.

What is wind?

No one can say clearly.

What does the wind look like?

No one said clearly, because no one had ever seen him before.

The wind is inherently formless, but everyone can feel its presence.

The wind was warm and warm.

He is more of a strength, a power that is gentle and powerless, but incomparably powerful.

The wind blows silently across the earth, bringing infinite vitality to all things.

He's so calm, so calm that people forget that he can actually destroy everything.

When the wind blew in, Yang Xiaofeng's words as soft as the wind slowly blew into the ears of everyone on the field.

"Today, everyone who attacks me will die ......."

When the wind blew, the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand also moved.

This time, he didn't wait for someone else's sword to stab him in the chest. This time, he took the initiative.

The wind blew very fast, and when it blew softly across people's faces, the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand also slashed past everyone's throats at the same time.

The wind blew fast, but Yang Xiaofeng's sword was faster. Before the wind stopped, Yang Xiaofeng's sword had already stopped.

The sword had stopped, and so had his men. For some reason, the people who had rushed over to besiege him suddenly stopped.

The sudden stop of the crowd couldn't help but feel a little weird. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at the puzzling scene in front of them, but no one could see what was happening.

Everyone only saw that although those people had stopped, their greedy eyes were still looking at Yang Xiaofeng cruelly, but unfortunately, they no longer had a chance to make a move. At least, there will be no chance in this life.

After a long time, a trace of blood finally seeped out of the throats of the men, and everyone realized that a thin wound seemed to have been opened in the throats of these people. Then, suddenly, the wound exploded, and blood spurted out wildly.

Just one sword, Yang Xiaofeng only used one sword. Twenty-three people were all sealed by his sword.

The power of a sword is so strong!

What he saw in front of him made everyone's hearts instantly cool by half, what a terrible swordsmanship. What a terrible person who can use such swordsmanship?

In other words, Yang Xiaofeng is not a person at all, but a ghost, a demon who asks for his life. No, even the devil who asks for his life is probably not so terrible.

For a while, those who originally planned to make a move on Yang Xiaofeng instantly dispelled this idea. Of course, the golden beauty has a great temptation to people, but if you accidentally lose your life, then what is the use of more gold.

A few drops of cold sweat had already appeared on Duanmu Jing's forehead, and he also felt a trace of fear in his heart. He really wanted to say that it was over.

However, no matter how terrifying Yang Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is, he is only one person after all.

One person has a better chance of winning against an entire sect, and this question can be imagined without a brain.

Now that the others have become cowardly towards Yang Xiaofeng, it seems that they can only use Ethereal Peak's own people.

Duanmu Jing shouted: "Where is the Ethereal Seven Shows"?

Murong Yan was stunned, and when she was stunned, the other five people in the Ethereal Seven Shows, except for Duanmu Xuan, had quickly jumped in front of Yang Xiaofeng and surrounded him.

With a wry smile, Murong Yan had no choice but to jump into the middle of the field and surround Yang Xiaofeng.

Although she didn't want to, she couldn't help it. After all, she was a disciple of the Ethereal Peak, and it was this sect that raised her.

Duanmu Jing sneered and shouted cruelly: "Array, kill him."

The reason why the Ethereal Peak has been able to grow to this point today is not only their individual strength, but also their overall strength.

If the Ethereal Peak disciples formed a sword formation, their overall strength would be increased by more than ten times.

The Ethereal Seven Shows are famous all over the world, and their personal strength is already first-class, how terrifying the sword formation formed by them should be.

The people who are surrounded by them are afraid that it will be difficult to survive.

It's a pity that the person who is surrounded by them today can't die now.

Everyone can die, why can't Yang Xiaofeng die?

Of course, Yang Xiaofeng can also die, but he can't die today, at least he can't die now. There was another person waiting for him.

Therefore, he must live, he must work hard to live, and he must live today to take Lin Yuhan out of the Ethereal Peak.

The Ethereal Seven Show surrounded Yang Xiaofeng in six directions, no matter where he shot from, no matter which one of the six people he attacked, the remaining five people could kill him.

It's a pity that the Ethereal Qixiu made a mistake, and they shot at Yang Xiaofeng at the same time. Maybe they thought that six people would have a better chance of winning at the same time, but they ignored the fact that six people at the same time would die faster.

Everyone didn't see how Yang Xiaofeng made a move, only saw that there seemed to be a flash of sword light, and all five people except Murong Yan had fallen.

What about Murong Yan?

Yang Xiaofeng's sword had already reached Murong Yan's throat.

Death was just around the corner, but Murong Yan suddenly laughed. She smiled lightly and said, "Childe, stop it, don't kill anymore." Don't let the hatred in your heart turn you into a devil."

Yang Xiaofeng was in a trance for a while, and suddenly remembered the situation in Heishi Mountain.

"Miss Murong, I want to say that today's incident is not a conspiracy planned by me behind my back, do you believe it?"

He didn't expect her answer, and he didn't expect her to give it.

However, when he left, Murong Yan gave him the answer.

"Childe, I believe you ......."

Yang Xiaofeng's sword didn't stab out after all, will a devil have a time when he can't bear to do it?

Isn't he going to destroy the world today, overturning everything in front of him, and why?

Perhaps, just because of those six words:

"Gong, I believe in you".

Though the world has put away all its kindness to him, though he has turned it upside down.

But he must leave something behind, for example, those who have given him kindness.

Or rather, those who are kind.