"Hmph, you human beings are really virtuous, not to mention greedy, and like to do cannibalistic things"

The canopy of the tree shook suddenly, and after a while, a snow-white petite fox appeared and landed in front of Yang Xuan, and a pair of foxes looked at each other with a hint of disdain, and their words were full of mockery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To Yang Xuan's surprise, this Frost Flame Spirit Fox really didn't leave, it seemed that it was really planning to do that revenge, after all, the spirit beast prides itself on being noble, and is treated like this by humans, how can it swallow that breath.

Yang Xuan did not respond, and his expression was cold from beginning to end.

"You don't speak, but you acquiesce?"

Yang Xuan was still silent, and even had already shifted his gaze away from the Frost Flame Spirit Fox's body, this move made the Spirit Fox frown slightly, and there was a lot of whispering in his heart, human beings saw him, even if he was not a whisker and a horse, he seemed to be a treasure to be worshipped, and he had to show an extremely obvious greed to that Song Tao, like Yang Xuan, it was a little unexpected for him.

"What do you mean?"

The Frost Flame Spirit Fox's voice also cooled, and the displeasure in his heart was vividly expressed, it was the first time that he had traveled in the human cultivation world for so long, and it was the first time that he had suffered the indifference of an extremely despicable human in his eyes.

Just about to speak again, but suddenly froze in place, the narrow fox eyes were cold, the eyes were filled with horror, and even the white fluffy hair on the body trembled slightly.

What kind of eyes are they...... It was cold and piercing, even stronger than his innate frost flame power, without the slightest emotion contained in it, that monstrous killing intent, as if condensed into substance, but it was extremely strange entrenched in a space that was only three or two inches in size, in that pair of eyes.

Without speaking, the indifference was a little palpitating, Yang Xuan turned his head again, and his gaze seemed to pass through the endless forest sea, landing in a direction that even he didn't know at all.

"Badaomen...... Went too far."

In just eight words, Yang Xuan's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and a strong wind blew in a trance, except for the scattered blades of grass, there was no longer the figure of the green shirt in the same place, the frost flame spirit fox was stunned fiercely, the two curved eyebrows on the beast's face were tightly wrinkled together, and the mouth was also snorting lightly, and the four claws moved, and disappeared in an instant.

It seems that he is following Yang Xuan, invisibly, there seems to be a bloody storm about to rise in this lush forest, God knows, how many innocent trees and grasses will be stained with red blood.

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"It's been a day, then Yang Xuan and the Frost Flame Spirit Fox haven't escaped" In a forest, five monks were carrying big knives, and they were carefully probing every inch of the mountain forest land they walked through, and one of them seemed to be a little impatient, and said such a thing for no reason.

"You'd better not think so, if that's the case, you and I, and even the entire Badaomen, will be ready to be baptized in blood."

"Hiss......" The man gasped, as if he also thought of what kind of chain reaction would happen if the two escaped from the range of the Badaomen, and he looked frightened and kept silent.

"But it's also strange, I have dispatched tens of thousands of disciples from the Badaomen, and I haven't found a ghost for a whole day, although it is very difficult to search in the dense forest, but it is definitely more than that."

"That is, there are nearly 10,000 fellow disciples and brothers, even if one person looks at a corner, then Yang Xuan and the Frost Flame Spirit Fox will have no place to hide."

Everyone changed and searched, while doubting, and complaining from time to time, which can be regarded as adding a lot of fun to the boring work.

"Eh, I said, that kid named Mo You is really miserable, watching his own sister being forced and raped, but he couldn't do anything, and in the end he was even abolished and cultivated, a standard wasted person"

"Hehe, in my opinion, even if he can escape with his life, maybe he will cut himself off somewhere, and if it were me, he would definitely not have the courage to live in the world."

"Escaped? Do you think it's possible? I dominate the knife gate such a big thing is known to him, can the door owner still let him go? But when this matter is over, it should be able to give him a good time, no matter how bad it is, he can't torture it, after all, although the door master is ruthless, he is not like Zhang Tianhua and other perverted ......."

"Shhh,, you don't want to die, behind the criticism of the sect master, and the core disciples of the sect?"

"Forehead......" The man was speechless for a while, suddenly realizing how dangerous his remarks were, and looked around in horror, seeing that no one was on his side, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, it's dangerous, thank you, brother, if it weren't for your reminder, I would have made a big ......" Before the words were finished, the man only felt a chill in his neck, and in a trance, he seemed to see a bright sword flash in front of him, and then lost consciousness.

The monk beside the "enemy attack" was stunned for a moment, knowing that the blood that shot out of his face was spilled before he came back to his senses, his eyes were terrified, and the long knife was suddenly raised in his hand, and he shouted in panic.

The other three people were all panicked, they didn't see anyone, they didn't see a shot, just a sword light, which appeared very suddenly, and they harvested one person's life, and they came silently.

"Who, get out of here," one of them roared boldly, ignoring the bloody and pungent blood splashed on his body, and the big knife rolled up, stirring up an endless fierce breath.

The next moment, another unpredictable sword flashed, like a thunderbolt and lightning, instantly slashing between the man's neck, and the momentum that had just been running disintegrated into nothingness in an instant.

The sword seemed to be deflected, and the head was turned behind him, and there was only a layer of flesh between the neck and the neck, and the blood spurted out a certain height, like a rain of blood in this quiet forest.

"Dong" fell to his knees weakly, making a heart-shaking sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two were killed, and the death was extremely miserable, and the remaining three were almost all in danger, standing back to back in a panic, their eyes scanning back and forth, hoping to see who made the move from between the deep and quiet jungles.

That's the scariest part.

"Huzi, signal"

"Oh, signal, yes, yes, signal, signal" The monk who was called Huzi seemed to be frightened and stupid, and then he remembered that the sect had rationed the signal jade jian, and he trembled and stroked the Sumeru ring, but he didn't move for a while.

"What the are you doing?

The atmosphere is getting more and more tense, this kind of silent terror is a kind of torment for any person, it's okay not to urge, the more you urge, the more panicked that person is, and the trembling of his hands and feet is even more severe, but Zhenyuan enters the Sumeru ring, and then takes out the object, I don't know how many times I use it on weekdays, but it seems to be extremely difficult at the moment.

"Hurry up, grass ......"

The scolding was everywhere, the three of them were extremely panicked, the unknown enemy was eyeing the side, judging from the previous person's shot, the strength must be overwhelming, no matter what, the three of them are definitely not their opponents, and now the only hope is to crush the signal jade slip of the sect's ration, and wait for the same disciples within a range of dozens of miles to come to support.

"Knock, knock, knock......" footsteps sounded quite clearly in this quiet forest, and the three of them were in their ears, very tacit, all three of them stopped their movements, and looked at the deep jungle not far away with a frightened face, and the sound seemed to come from there.

"Yes, who's there?"

Coincidentally, the wind was blowing, and the faint breeze was blowing gently, but in the perception of the three of them at this moment, it was like a cold sword blade, shaking in front of their eyes, as if they were picking a place to start, thinking about how to kill people more artistically.

The next moment, the eyes of the three of them opened in an instant, their throats ached, the blood slanted down like a river that opened the floodgates, and their bodies slowly knelt down, their eyes staring at the shadow in front of them in horror.

At this moment, there was a young man in a green shirt, standing proudly in place, holding a simple three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, with a grim face, and infinite killing intent like substance, he was entrenched in a pair of cold eyes, churning wantonly.

"You are all going to die......" was the only sentence they heard before the three of them lost consciousness and were enough to make people's hearts palpitate.

Yang Xuan looked at the five corpses on the ground without a trace of emotion, his expression was as usual, without the slightest fluctuation, he marched, bent down, and took off the Sumeru Ring from the hand of a disciple, and then threw the Sumeru Ring aside.

Then, the hand holding the jade slip slammed hard, and a crisp cracking sound sounded, and Yang Xuan actually smashed the jade slip by himself.

As far as the eye can see, a scarlet light rises into the sky, turning into a huge ring knife in mid-air, the edge is exposed, extremely stunning, like a blood-red brilliance, the frost flame spirit fox on the canopy not far away is reflected in red.

There was a hint of astonishment and horror in the narrow fox eyes, and he looked at Yang Xuan in front of him in disbelief.

"Is he crazy, fighting against nearly 10,000 disciples of the Sword Sect on his own?"

The figure immediately disappeared, Yang Xuan retracted the breath of his whole body, and disappeared into the darkness again, he knew that this kind of action was much less laborious than looking for them one by one.

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"The sect's overlord sword order is a signal, someone has discovered Yang Xuan and the Frost Flame Spirit Fox!"

"Let's go and see"

The whole dense forest, exploded in an instant, more than a day of searching, not even a single hair was found, this time after all, there were some clues, at this time, almost all the monks were praying in their hearts, no matter who found out, they must be held back for a while, everyone is tired of this kind of funless search days, eager to catch a man and a beast quickly.

In a clearing in the dense forest, Song Tao and Zhang Tianhua are all here, casually three ordinary disciples of the Badao Sect, who are responsible for taking care of Mo You who is tied to the trunk of an ancient tree.

At this time, Mo You had already woken up, not to mention the injuries all over his body, his face was even more pale and terrible, sitting there casually, cold sweat was trickling down his forehead, as if the injury at the dantian had caused him a lot of pain.

The blood-colored ring knife that crossed the sky was naturally in the eyes of everyone here.

Song Tao smiled gloomily and slowly said to Zhang Tianhua, "Well, the disciples of the sect are not all rice buckets, after all, they have found their traces."

"Let's go, little brother, let's go and see what happened to the master who saved you, don't die first under the siege of my Badaomen disciples, then you won't have to play" The smile on the corner of Zhang Tianhua's mouth has never changed from beginning to end, it has always been so gloomy, like a ghost, which makes people shudder.

Mo You didn't speak, but he really couldn't speak, the severe pain of the broken dantian was eroding his already extremely fragile nerves all the time, and the large and small wounds on his body were not a thousand but hundreds, but compared to the pain of the dantian, some were not injuries.

Even any scar on his body looked terrifying.

When the three monks heard this, they untied him with an extremely rude attitude, and in spite of the dizzying injuries on his body, they bound him up and carried it in his hands.

Mo You grinned painfully, panting heavily, and a pair of eyes that seemed to have been numb had a faint hint of a different emotion at the moment, but they were well hidden.