Suddenly, a mocking smile flashed across Yang Jianniang's lips, and she took out a thin needle, and after infusing a few mana, she drove it and shot at the back of Mu Yu's head!

Mu Yu's divine consciousness was always shrouded in all three feet or so, and when the thin needle flew over, he reacted instinctively. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A cloud of green light swept out, wrapped in a flying sword, directly split the thin needle in half, and shot into Yang Jianniang's chest.

Mu Yu was stunned and withdrew the Wood Spirit Sword, but it was too late, Yang Jianniang's heart had been crushed by the sword qi, and a huge sword mark penetrated her naked delicate body.

Yang Jianniang's beautiful eyes shrank, covered her wound, and fell straight to the ground.

"Even if I'm a ghost...... I won't let you go......" Yang Jianniang said intermittently, her tone full of hatred and unwillingness.

Mu Yu threw out a robe and covered it on Yang Jianniang's delicate body, and said in a tone with a hint of complexity: "Self-inflicted, don't live!"

"Huh...... Hahahaha......" After Yang Jianniang heard this, she suddenly laughed loudly, and two lines of tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, containing hatred, resentment, anger and a trace of regret......

The laughter disappeared, and Yang Jiaoniang died of anger.

Mu Yu stood silently in place, a little, he sighed lightly, walked in front of Song Yulong, sealed his severed head with an ice box, and then threw it into the storage bag.

Mu Yu rubbed his fingers and released a small fireball, which burned Song Yulong's body to ashes, leaving only Yang Jianniang, who was covered with a robe.

"Mother!!" Suddenly, a sad cry came, causing Mu Yu to freeze in place.

Yang Yutang stumbled all the way to Yang Jianniang's side, looked at her gradually cold body, covered her cherry lips, and let the tears flow.

"Yutang ......"

"Don't come here!" Yang Yutang shouted.

Mu Yu stopped and looked at her with a complicated expression.

"What did you do to the slave's mother, why did you kill the slave's mother......

Mu Yu looked at Yang Yutang, whose beautiful eyes were red and swollen from crying, and suddenly stopped.

He can't say that Yang Jianniang once seduced herself, took the initiative to untie her skirt, and exposed her body to herself, right?

Not to mention Yang Yutang's feelings, Yang Jianniang is her nominal wife after all, even if she is wrong, but everyone is dead, and it is really a bastard to destroy her innocence.

A Song Yulong has already discredited his master, and he has been secretly ridiculed, and Mu Yu does not want to let the master's dead soul not be at peace after death, so he simply remains silent and does not say a word.

"Why don't you speak!!" Yang Yutang pulled Mu Yu's collar, his voice was full of hysteria, and shouted.

"I killed her because she deserved to die. Mu Yu grabbed Yang Yutang's jade hand, looked at her calmly, and said, "You can leave the Mu Mansion with me tonight and go to your father's grave to pay respects." ”

"Go away!" Yang Yutang shook off Mu Yu's arm and pushed him violently, she staggered back a few steps, hugged Yang Jianniang's body, and said with a sad and joyless expression: "The slave family is not going anywhere, just guarding the mother's ...... here"

The pastor was silent for a moment, and then left without saying a word.

"I'm leaving Dong'an...... Mu Yu paused, and said softly: "Go to Lingbei and want to have a look there." ”

After leaving this sentence, Mu Yu took the flying sword and rushed out of the Mu Mansion.

A moment later, Mu Yu stood on one of the eaves, looking out at the compound of the Mu Mansion that had turned into a black spot.

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"Brother Dao knows the father of the slave family?"

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"You really have something to hide from the slave family!"

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"That...... Do you know Brother Dao, the father of the slave family, the slave family?"

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"The slave's surname is Yang, his name is Yutang, this year, this year is twelve years old!"

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"Yang... Rain... Tang ......" Mu whispered, he raised his head, looking at the bright moonlit sky, the autumn wind blew, with a cold, but also swept away his loneliness.

"Master's descendants are my relatives, and Master's daughter is my sister...... I won't let anyone bully you!" Mu Yu's fists slowly clenched, and a pair of eyes burst out with a monstrous killing intent!

The Song Courtyard is located in a secluded place in Zhaozhou City, with a waterfall behind it, surrounded by mountains and forests, and the lake flows in front of the door, and the scenery is unusually pleasant.

Standing on the top of a tower in the Song compound, you can overlook the entire Zhaozhou City.

This night was not peaceful.

The coachman who was meditating at Li Yun's door suddenly opened his eyes, raised his palm and slapped it towards a certain place in the void, rolling up with the sound of waves.

Boom!!

A blue ring swelled to the size of a millstone, and slammed into the driver's palm, shattering the windows of the house behind him, and the door falling to the ground with a "bang".

Under the slightly solemn gaze of the coachman, a young man appeared, he was estimated to be about twenty years old, and his face was still a little immature, but there was a sinister aura all over his body, and his face was even more indifferent.

"Where is this little brother?" asked the coachman, with a pinch of his hand and an indifferent tone.

"Dong'an people. The shepherd replied.

"The remnants of the four sects of Dong'an?" the coachman sneered.

"I don't know, but tonight, I want to kill you. The shepherd pointed to the coachman.

The coachman laughed and said, "Your Excellency is a drunkard, and the person you want to kill is the young master of my family, right? ”

Mu Yu sneered and didn't explain, but in his heart, he was extremely jealous of this coachman.

Just now he attacked with an ice ring, and in a hurry, this coachman resisted with a slap of his spiritual palm, and his mana was too deep, and it is estimated that he has at least the peak cultivation in the late stage of foundation building!

"Why is it so noisy?" A lazy voice came, squeaked, the door opened, Li Yun opened his chest, hugged the two delicate maids, and looked at Mu Yu with sleepy eyes.

"Young master, please rest in peace, just leave it to the old man here. The coachman arched his hand at Li Yun and said.

"Spare him a life, Young Master Ben wants to know, why did he kill me. Li Yun nodded, and with a hook of his toes, the door closed again.

Mu Yu glanced at it, and immediately made a brazen move, sacrificing several powerful magic weapons such as the Golden Jiao Sword, the Ice Ring, and the Flying Sky Shuttle, and shot at the coachman in a volley.

The coachman slapped the storage bag, indifferently sacrificed sixteen knives, and with a finger of one hand, he slashed over, entangled with the magic weapon sacrificed by Mu Yu, and collided with Ping Pong.

Sneer~~

There were three knives that penetrated the magic weapon of Mu Yu, and killed in an instant, revealing a sharp aura.

Mu Yu sacrificed a pair of jet-black hooks, and with a wave of his arms, the hooks turned into streamers, slashed two of the knives, and then crossed and meshed, clamping the third knife.

Mu Yu reached out with his big hand, grabbed a knife, and a divine sense struck the knife hard, weakening the coachman's control over the knife.

"Close!"

Mu Yu pinched the trick with one hand, accompanied by a low drink, and then sacrificed the yellow gourd, and after the yellow mang was rolled, the knife was suppressed at the bottom of the gourd.

"The magic weapon is not bad, you should not have a low status in the four sects of Dong'an, right?" The coachman was slightly surprised, the number of magic weapons on Mu Yu's body was far more than his own, and each magic weapon had strange abilities, if he was just a casual cultivator, or a disciple of the four sects with a low status, it would be impossible for him to have such a rich net worth.

Thinking of this, the coachman's eyes suddenly became greedy, if he could kill Mu Yu and take his storage bag, then his net worth would definitely surge a lot, and his combat effectiveness would be greatly improved.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed, the gap between him and the coachman is still very large, and with the help of various spiritual treasures, he barely fought a draw with the coachman.

"This coachman-like great monk is at least a strong man in the late stage of foundation building, or even at the peak of foundation building!" Mu Yu said secretly, no wonder that Li Yun was not worried about his safety at all, but after coming out to inquire about the situation, he turned around and hugged the two maids and went to sleep in the cage. With such a strong man in charge, unless it is a strong person who cultivates in person, otherwise, no one can hurt his life.

"No, I have to lure this coachman out and buy a few minutes to kill Li Yun!"

Sneer~~

A golden sword rainbow slashed down suddenly, extremely sharp, and actually exuded an aura of a mid-foundation building monk, striking with all his might.

The coachman controlled more than a dozen knives and flew in the void, easily blocking one attack after another by Mu Yu.

Mu Yu's hands trembled, and the golden mangs rushed away, like fire bombs, densely covering the vast sky.

The mystery of the nameless sword technique, the pastoral language only understands one or two percent, you can build the foundation in the early stage, and fight the middle stage of the foundation without defeat, if there are a few powerful spiritual treasures, and the "Black Tiger Refining Body Dafa", if you cultivate to the second level, it is not impossible to draw the strong in the late stage of foundation building.

As it is now, after twenty rounds, the pastoral language has not been defeated at all.

The coachman's face showed a hint of impatience, he snorted coldly, his hand changed, and his mouth was also muttering.

The next moment, fifteen flying knives glowed faintly, and under the sunlight, they were even more dazzling white light.

Boom!Boom!Boom......

With a wave of his arms, the fifteen knives turned into beams of light, and there was no trajectory or pattern to speak of.

Mu Yu drew circles with his hands, and the golden air currents converged along his arms in the palm of his hand, condensing into a ball of light.

In an instant, this golden ball of light expanded to the size of a grinding disk, turned into a golden Linggang, and condensed into crystals.

Bang!bang......

Fifteen flying knives that condensed the furious spiritual power cyclone slammed into the golden Linggang.

At first, in the face of the attack of the flying knife, Linggang only rippled on the surface, but with the superposition of the number of flying knife attacks, a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of Linggang, and suddenly formed a spiderweb-like trace, which quickly spread around. (To be continued.) )