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The man walked forward step by step.

"Tick ...... Tick ......".

Blood dripped down from the sword.

Yang Xiaofeng walked very slowly and lightly. He stepped out, and there was not the slightest sound of footsteps.

However, in everyone's ears, his footsteps were louder than thunder at this moment. It's as if Yang Xiaofeng's every step is on their hearts.

At this moment, the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand was dripping blood continuously, drop by drop, slowly dripping on the ground.

At the same time, there was a faint dripping sound from everyone's seats, and then a stench emanated.

Yang Xiaofeng's footsteps paused slightly, and then he walked over again and walked towards Duanmu Jing.

Duanmu Jing's face was already sweating like rain, and his underwear was completely soaked with cold sweat. Maybe others don't know much about how terrible Yang Xiaofeng is, but he does.

As Li Muqing's personal disciple, he didn't even dare to imagine how terrifying Yang Xiaofeng was.

Although he hadn't fought Li Muqing head-on, he didn't need to think about how terrifying that person could make that person so jealous.

At this moment, Duanmu Jing just wanted to escape. Facing Yang Xiaofeng, facing the sword in the opponent's hand that was constantly dripping blood, he didn't have the courage to fight at all, and he didn't even have the slightest idea of fighting Yang Xiaofeng.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Jing stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, and the person had jumped up with the help of his strength, and now he just wanted to run desperately.

It's a pity that at the same time, Yang Xiaofeng's sword has already been swung.

Duanmu Jingren was already in mid-air, it seemed that Yang Xiaofeng's sword hadn't even touched half of the corner of his clothes, and it seemed that Yang Xiaofeng's sword had fallen short. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sneer, and then turned around, only to find that although his person was already in the air, his feet were still in place.

At the point of the sword light, Duanmu Jing's legs had been cut off from his knees by Yang Xiaofeng's sword. The next moment, Duanmu Jing's people fell directly from mid-air and just fell in front of Yang Xiaofeng.

"Where is Lin Yuhan"?

Duanmu Jing curled up tightly in pain, and when he heard Yang Xiaofeng's question, he smiled and said, "Come here, I'll tell you ......."

Yang Xiaofeng leaned down to listen.

"Die ......", Duanmu Jing's face flashed with crazy killing intent, not wanting that he still had a dagger hidden in his sleeve, seeing Yang Xiaofeng coming over, he stabbed him directly in the throat on the spot.

Another sword light flashed, and without accident, Duanmu Jing's hands were also cut off from the wrist joints.

Two swords, just two swords. Duanmu Jing, the dignified martial arts leader and the head of the Ethereal Peak, the number one sect of the righteous path, had his hands and feet cut off with only two swords.

Everyone on the field stared blankly at the bloody and cruel scene in front of them, and soon, some people began to retch.

Who would have thought that things would come to this point.

Yang Xiaofeng looked indifferent, and still asked lightly as before: "Where is Lin Yuhan?"

"No...... Know...... Dao ......", Duanmu Jing's teeth trembled, and his whole body trembled violently, and the severe pain made his consciousness almost unconscious, but he still laughed viciously: "You will never know that I hid her there, even if you kill me today, I will not tell you." If you think about it, it won't be long before she comes to bury me."

After speaking, Duanmu Jing seemed to have no pain anymore, and laughed extremely cruelly and madly:

"Hah...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......".

It's just that at this moment, this laughter is so sad and sad in the ears of everyone in the temple.

The bird's last cry before dying.

Listening to this crazy sad laughter, Yang Xiaofeng suddenly smiled lightly and laughed silently. But although he smiled softly, it was cold, and it was too cold.

There is no warmth in his smile, he is no longer the kind young man who is like a spring breeze, the young man who smiles brightly as warm as the morning sun after the snow, he is now just a devil, a devil who kills.

"Ah......h

The next moment, Duanmu Jing, who was still laughing wildly, suddenly stopped, and Yang Xiaofeng ended Duanmu Jing's laughter with a sword. The sword in his hand pierced directly through Duanmu Jing's mouth, and the tip of the sword pierced through the cervical vertebrae and then through the back of the head.

Duanmu Jing had been pierced through the throat with his own sword, but Yang Xiaofeng didn't seem to think that he was cruel at all, so much so that he actually smiled lightly again.

Immediately, he used force in his hand, and flicked a finger on the sword body, and with the shock of the sword blade, Duanmu Jing's head exploded directly.

Duanmu Jing's head had been blown open on the spot by Yang Xiaofeng's sword, and he suddenly saw his brain mixed with blood splattering everywhere, directly splashing Yang Xiaofeng's whole body.

It's just that he doesn't care at all. His eyes had turned to the corpse of Duanmu Kei at his feet. Without limbs and a head, Duanmu Jing's corpse was only a ball of flesh.

Looking at this round ball of meat, Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile silently again, laughing calmly, but also colder.

Killing people is a simple thing.

Duanmu Jing can kill, Duanmu Xuan can kill, there are so many people in this world who can kill, can't he?

Of course he can kill.

Of course, Yang Xiaofeng can also kill.

But he didn't want to kill. However, although he did not want to kill, someone had to force him to let him kill.

To live, he had to kill.

Murder is a sin, no matter what it is for, no matter what the reason, killing is an unforgivable, great sin.

But what if a person kills just to live?

Isn't that unforgivable?

Why can anyone else live, but he can't live. Why...... Why is he already like this, he has nothing but this cheap life. He has no ambition, let alone greed, he just wants to live in such a humble way, or rather a lowly life.

But......

But why do some people have clearly lived a thousand times better than him, but they just don't let go of themselves. Why do they have to die when they can live?

Why, did they have to put him to death?

Yang Xiaofeng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore at this time, he only knew that he was still alive now. He also knew that in order to live, he had killed people.

He's actually killed quite a few people.

From the Falling Snow Valley, to the Clear Water Villa, to the Blood Moon Mountain, and then to today's Ethereal Peak.

One is to kill, and ten is also to kill. Since you've already killed someone, why not kill him more.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously walked towards Duanmu Xuan.