"Hehe, it seems that you do know each other, but this name is good, and that young man is also very talented, and he can actually control the extremely mysterious move of sword intent"

The palace master did not hide his admiration for him in his words, "But come to think of it, this Shen Fusheng's purpose is here."

"What does the palace master mean...... He's going to kill Bufeng?"

"There is this possibility, although that Bufeng kid has comprehended the sword intent, but in the face of the little guy whose cultivation is even stronger than you, hehe......"

Hearing this, Yang Xuan was momentarily shocked and instantly anxious, and no matter how Shen Fusheng returned to the peak in such a short period of time when his cultivation was abolished, and even skyrocketed to this level, he couldn't be careless just by relying on his ruthless methods of brutally killing more than 10,000 people from the four major sects. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Palace master, the disciple wants to leave the palace"

The old woman smiled lightly, with an expression that she expected you to be like this, and nodded, "The old body will let Yuemei accompany her"

"Thank you palace master" Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, and finally responded, with the peak strength of the Yuemei Creation Realm, in response to the palace master's intentions, on the one hand, he could keep himself worry-free, on the other hand, he still didn't know who else in the Chongwu Sect would survive in addition to Bufeng, once he started a war with Shen Fusheng, it would naturally be difficult to protect people by himself and Bufeng alone.

With Aunt Mei accompanying her, it can be regarded as a peace of mind.

"Okay, you can arrange the time by yourself" After saying this, as if she had never been here, the old woman's figure disappeared in an instant, without the slightest trace.

Yang Xuan couldn't care about being surprised by his realm, now he was full of worries about how many people survived in the past, and he also understood the situation at that time, but the most important thing was to slash this vicious bastard.

As the palace master said, Shen Fu was born from a lush mountain range of divine light, holding a blood-colored long knife in his hand, extremely evil, Yang Xuan still remembered that at the entrance of the Flood Desolate Secret Realm, he had said that he and Qiu Jingyu had found some inheritance in it, and there was an eighty percent chance of what happened after this, and it was the reason for this inheritance that led to this.

In this way, Shen Fusheng's current strength is even more worthy of scrutiny.

"The hundred-legged insect will not stiffen until death, I should have thought of it...... Yang Xuan looked a little annoyed, "With his talent in the Sword Xuan Pavilion in the past, how could his luck be like this? I knew that the original pen should have penetrated his throat, not the dantian ......"

To this day, no matter how much you regret it, it is useless, and the top priority is to rush to Shen Fusheng before he can find the step seal, on the one hand, to meet friends and understand the beginning and end of the original matter, on the other hand, it is self-evident......

"Aunt Mei, I want to go now"

"Now?" Yue Mei thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Let's go"

Yang Xuan responded with a sound of peace, and bowed to the second elder Wu Ya next to him, his body was the first to go straight into the sky, Yue Mei followed closely, and the speed was exerted to the extreme, and the two of them turned into two streamers and rushed towards the direction of the Cloud Desolate Country Capital.

Yang Xuan's original intention was to gather more people, such as the fat man, but after thinking about it, Shen Fusheng's cultivation is in the realm of the Absolute Spirit, and his strength is unknown, but it will definitely not be low, so this trip must be extremely dangerous, even if the moon is accompanied by the boundless realm, it is difficult to ensure that it will be smooth.

Let's just go alone with the two of them, in addition, how can I be embarrassed to borrow the hands of others because of my own grievances.

"Shen Fusheng, I won't be merciful this time" The cold voice echoed in his heart, Yang Xuan's face became more and more cold, and the momentum around him was wild, and he actually raised his speed to a notch again in an instant.

Yuemei looked at Yang Xuan, who was speechless, and her indifference made people feel shocked, and her expression was also tight, and she was also silent.

......

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"It is worthy of being the largest country in the Southern Regions, and the cloud wilderness is really prosperous and surprising"

In the capital of the Cloud Wasteland, a young man with a knife walked slowly on the street, wearing a light blood-colored shirt, long hair hanging down his shoulders, looking handsome, but a trace of gloom between his eyebrows completely covered up this beauty, and the whole person looked extremely evil.

His hands hung down at his side at will, if someone looked at him head-on, he could feel the terrifying palpitations from it, this person is not simple, even if it is not a big evil, it must be a perverse temperament, and his words and deeds are wild.

Along the way, many ordinary mortals only glanced at it in a hurry, and they didn't dare to look at it again, and even some of them were timid and only felt chills all over their bodies, and they didn't dare to let their eyes drift slightly.

The whole street, where the young man walked, was surprisingly quiet, it was daytime, and it was supposed to be full of people and noisy, but it was so strange that it fell into a dead silence, and even the breathing of an ordinary person on the side of the street could be heard clearly.

"Hehe, this feeling is really good, the benefits of strong strength" For him, the young man attributed this situation to awe, yes, this is the feeling.

And he seemed to be immersed in it, tilted his head slightly, took a breath of the air of this cloud and desolate capital, and enjoyed it to the fullest, and his cold gaze quietly swept over the vendors who had fallen into dead silence on both sides of the street, and a wild smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No one dared to look at him, his eyes flickered, jumped, tried to avoid it, and there were adults on the side of the street leading his children, and the children seemed to be stimulated by the suppressed cold momentum, and they even cried in a hurry.

Shocked, the adults hurriedly squatted down to comfort them, their voices were lowered to the lowest, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Suddenly, the sound of heart-wrenching footsteps sounded, and everyone's eyes involuntarily drifted to the back of the young man, his face was terrified, feeling the approaching footsteps behind him, and the mother's body couldn't stop trembling, as if she was terrified to the extreme.

"Baby, baby, don't cry, hurry, don't cry......"

The mother's voice was full of crying, anxious to the point of no return, but the more so, the more the child cried, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Baby, I beg you...... Don't ......"

In front of the mother and son, they were suddenly covered by shadows, and a strong sense of depression came instantly, and the atmosphere suddenly tightened, and there was a kind of panic that was almost suffocating.

The child cried immediately, with tears in his big eyes, and looked at the tall and gloomy man in front of him with teary eyes, as if he was stunned in place.

The young man just looked at the mother and son who were in a state of horror, and did not move, his eyes looked straight at him, as if he were looking at a plaything, cold and ruthless, but full of banter.

The others were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that their own noise would provoke this person's anger again, and for a while, the scene was even quieter than when the man first came.

Suddenly, he seemed to lose interest, his eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be blood in the depths, only to see the child's whole body tremble, and in his big watery eyes, his expression immediately dissipated, and he surged into a dead and gray color, and his body was crooked, and he was about to fall backwards.

"Baby, baby, what's wrong with you, baby?"

The mother was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged the child and shook it gently, but the child's expression had been frozen and would never change the slightest, and when she died, she still had a look of curiosity and anticipation.

The man smiled suddenly, laughing very happily, he liked this kind of pleasure of life and death at a glance, no matter who he wanted, he didn't want to live, just like a few months ago, the faces that wailed in the Zongmen Square, with anger, despair, pain, and helplessness.

"Hehe, haha, hahaha......" The man laughed wildly, feeling a fresh life in his hands without a sound, a touch of morbid pleasure welled up on his cheeks, and his feet did not stop, moving forward freely, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him, in the field, only the mortals who were silent and did not dare to come forward to comfort him, and the mother who cried and was heartbroken.

He remembered that the purpose of this trip was that the one-armed young man who also carried a long knife, the man who had humiliated him, and he wanted to kill him, just as in that sect called Chongwu, he slaughtered nearly 10,000 lives in a sect.

Cut the chest and open the abdomen, turn the essence blood full of energy into a part of your own cultivation, only the essence blood of the cultivator's heart is the most delicious dim sum.

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In front of the man, the luxurious and solemn mahogany gate shattered, and the scattered sawdust shot to the periphery, piercing deeply into the courtyard wall and the ground, and standing there mottled.

On the gate, the plaque engraved with the word Bufu with bronzing also turned into two halves and fell to the ground, and the scene was a mess.

In the courtyard of the mansion, the sound of swishing flashed continuously, and dozens of guards in armor suddenly rushed out, blocking the already dilapidated door, looking at the people who came angrily.

"Who's coming, do you know what this place is?"

"Wu Na madman, dare to come to Bufu to spread wild?"

For a moment, the sound of angry shouts and shouts became one, and the guards roared wildly, and bursts of domineering coercion swept away like waves, as if to tear the troublesome thief to pieces.

The man didn't speak, but the sinister smile at the corner of his mouth was more obvious, his head drooped slightly, his eyes were quietly filled with a trace of blood, and the long knife that was also extremely red suddenly came out of its sheath, only to see a flash of blood, and the shouting stopped immediately.

The man didn't seem to be doing anything, he stepped calmly, passed the frozen bodies of the dozens of guards, and walked into the mansion, a gust of wind blew, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded in the field.

But it was the dozens of guards, all of whom were separated, blood spurted from their necks, and they fell to the ground one by one, without a sound.

With just one knife, all these dozens of lives were collected.

"Step seal, old friends visit, why don't you go out to greet you?

The man spoke, and between his words, he heard a sense of indifference to old acquaintances and gossip, if he ignored the corpses all over the ground and the broken door.

In the inner courtyard of Bufu, an incomparably fierce sword intent rose into the sky, as if the sharp edge that cut off the space instantly dispersed all over the place, shattering the roof of that room.

"Shen Fusheng, do you still dare to appear?"

The sword intent was stronger, the momentum was awe-inspiring, and a fierce shout stirred up a violent sound, which roared from not far away, and the surrounding strong wind of agitation was everywhere, blowing away the stumps and broken tiles, and for a while, the field was cleared.

"Hahaha...... Is there a place in the Southern Regions that I don't dare to show up?

Shen Fusheng smiled arrogantly, his face was hideous, the blood-colored long knife in his hand seemed to sense the master's mood, and he wantonly wildened with a fierce momentum, and the blood on the knife almost turned into substantial rich blood, slowly flowing, extremely evil.

The light flashed, and in the huge courtyard, in addition to the corpses all over the ground, Shen Fusheng, who was standing with a knife, suddenly appeared a few more figures, among which a man was missing an arm, and only the remaining right hand held a snowy long knife, and the blade trembled and hummed.

Beside him, an ordinary-looking girl had a grim face, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, looking at the evil figure in front of her with resentment in her eyes, and secretly gritting her teeth.