Feng Mu and the three returned to the hospital, and Feng Mu asked Li Guozhen to push Xiao Qi'er back to the room to rest, saying that he wanted to heal his injuries and not disturb him.

Li Guozhen did as Feng Mu said, and Feng Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, using his internal strength to remove the bruises in his body.

The power of the Ten Thousand Breaths Returning to the Yuan Method slowly worked in his body, Feng Mu's face turned from the original darkness to red, he closed his eyes tightly, let himself enter the realm of emptiness, and find the source of the injury.

The qi veins and blood in his body sped up, Feng Mu's heart was pounding, and he could feel that he had entered a critical period at this time.

Feng Mu crossed his hands and held a vajra seal, guiding the breath of his whole body towards the dantian.

After a while, when his breath had stabilized, he put his hands on his knees, and was about to force the blood in his heart out of his body, but a tile fell from the top of his head, impartially, and smashed right on his head.

Suffering from this catastrophe, the true qi in Feng Mu's body was disordered at the most critical time, the blood was not forced out, but spurted out a mouthful of blood, Feng Mu opened his eyes and looked at the roof with an unwilling expression.

I only heard a "boom", a big hole was broken in the roof, and a person in dark green clothes fell from above, and before Feng Mu could see clearly, he was hit by the domineering and disordered aura in his body and fainted.

In the room where he was, the man who had fallen earlier landed on the ground when he fell, but he did not fall, and Rao was like this, and two obvious scars appeared on his body.

The gurgling blood soaked out of the scar, and he clenched the sword in his hand, the sword was not long, more than three feet, the sword body was simple and heavy, the edge was exposed, and it was dazzling.

He held the sword in his hand across his chest, staring at the broken roof, and as expected, in the blink of an eye, a figure jumped down from the originally broken roof.

It was a very graceful figure, and when the figure swept down, it seemed as if the whole room had been covered with red glow.

When she landed in place, the man in dark green clothes who had fallen before looked even more helpless on his bitter face.

The whole room looked extremely gorgeous at this moment, the dark green clothes set off the red long skirt, like green leaves with red flowers, Feng Muruo was conscious, he would definitely think that he was in a thousand flowers.

The gorgeous woman holding a short blade looked coldly at the man in front of her, and said loudly: "To this day, what else do you say?"

The man in dark green clothes shook his head helplessly, and said in a deep voice, "I have nothing to say." ”

"Then it is good, let it be death. ”

After the woman finished speaking, the willow eyebrows were upside down, and the apricot eyes were sinister, and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed to the man's side, and her outer door blade was called "Willow Leaf Eyebrow", which should have been a poetic name, containing the tenderness and grace of the Jiangnan woman, but it was used on the blade.

That short blade is not very famous, it is just a life's work of an unknown blacksmith, but there are no less than dozens of famous swords and famous knives that have been cut by it.

This iron like clay, an unstoppable short blade, straight to the heart of the dark green shirt man, less than a foot away, the dark green shirt man stretched out two fingers, I don't know when the short blade was already in his hand.

The woman in the red shirt used all her strength to stab the short blade in her hand into the man's heart, but the broken blade seemed to have sunk into the stone, and it was difficult to move forward.

In the same way, she wanted to pull it out and change it to a horizontal and vertical slash, but it was also difficult to move a single inch. The woman's face became more and more anxious, and the previous calm expression had disappeared, replaced by inaction and resentment.

"Ten moves have passed, you failed to kill me, according to the agreement, I will not let you again. ”

The man in the dark green shirt spoke, his voice was not rough, but also a little soft, which was like a dialogue between life and death, but more like the care of a lover.

The woman blushed shyly, looking at the man in front of her, she suddenly felt that she was very useless, her eyes were also a little moist, and she said with a hint of crying: "If you don't let me, you'd better take the opportunity to kill me." ”

"Xue Ke, why are you so troubled, do you and I have to fight to the death?"

The man asked sadly, the woman looked at his sincere face, pinned her head to the side, and said ruthlessly: "This is natural, even if I can't kill you today, I will still attack you another day, I chased and killed you three times, and the three times were unsuccessful, I killed myself in front of my sister's grave." ”

Hearing her mention of her sister, the man's body trembled slightly, as if the dead woman had touched his heart greatly.

"Xue Qi did die because of me, you have to avenge her, I shouldn't have escaped, but I also told you, I still have the heavy responsibility of Shushan, and I can't die easily at this moment. After the man finished speaking, his two fingers were slightly forced, only to hear the sound of "snort", I don't know when, the short blade in the woman's hand has been taken off, the man grabbed it in his hand, and pierced his right chest.

That set of movements was done in one go, without half a moment's hesitation, the man pulled out the short blade, and the blood gushed out like a mountain spring, instantly staining the shirt on his right chest.

The woman exclaimed, "Don't." But when she reacted, her voice was still not as fast as the man's movements, and looking at the seriously injured man, the sadness on the woman's face could not be concealed.

The man handed her the short blade and said, "'Willow Eyebrow' is too evil and not suitable for your simple temperament, besides, 'Danyang Palace' shouldn't be a place for you to stay, you don't want to be used by old ghosts." ”

Listening to the concern in the man's words, the woman said angrily: "What do I do, when it is your turn to intervene, don't forget that I am the same enemy as you." ”

"Well, presumably before killing me, you refused to listen to my contrary advice, the wound inserted in my chest today should be interest, and after I complete the trust of the master, I should apologize for my sins with death, I only ask you to live well before this, and do not do many things that violate your conscience because of hatred. ”

The woman in the red shirt snatched the short blade, looked at the man with a complicated expression, and flew out of the hole in the roof.

The man clutched his wound, blood still pouring from between his fingers. He looked at Feng Mu, who was unconscious, but when he saw a trace of blood seeping from the corner of the child's mouth, the man walked up to him and took his pulse with his hand, showing an expression of disbelief.

Even if the red-shirted woman pointed her sharp blade at him, he was not so frightened.

It was only because he felt the flow of familiar breath from Feng Mu's pulse, and this child seemed to be suffering from the disaster of the pond fish during their fight when he was recuperating from his internal injuries.

But how could this kid have the unique internal strength cultivation method of Shushan? The man in the dark green shirt was full of doubts in his heart, he first stabilized Feng Mu's heart, and planned to ask the reason clearly when he came to his senses.

At this moment, Master Lu walked in slowly, and the inner breath on his body spread out, bringing a gust of breeze and gently blowing the hairband of the man in the dark green shirt. Feng Mu and the three returned to the hospital, and Feng Mu asked Li Guozhen to push Xiao Qi'er back to the room to rest, saying that he wanted to heal his injuries and not disturb him.

Li Guozhen did as Feng Mu said, and Feng Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, using his internal strength to remove the bruises in his body.

The power of the Ten Thousand Breaths Returning to the Yuan Method slowly worked in his body, Feng Mu's face turned from the original darkness to red, he closed his eyes tightly, let himself enter the realm of emptiness, and find the source of the injury.

The qi veins and blood in his body sped up, Feng Mu's heart was pounding, and he could feel that he had entered a critical period at this time.

Feng Mu crossed his hands and held a vajra seal, guiding the breath of his whole body towards the dantian.

After a while, when his breath had stabilized, he put his hands on his knees, and was about to force the blood in his heart out of his body, but a tile fell from the top of his head, impartially, and smashed right on his head.

Suffering from this catastrophe, the true qi in Feng Mu's body was disordered at the most critical time, the blood was not forced out, but spurted out a mouthful of blood, Feng Mu opened his eyes and looked at the roof with an unwilling expression.

I only heard a "boom", a big hole was broken in the roof, and a person in dark green clothes fell from above, and before Feng Mu could see clearly, he was hit by the domineering and disordered aura in his body and fainted.

In the room where he was, the man who had fallen earlier landed on the ground when he fell, but he did not fall, and Rao was like this, and two obvious scars appeared on his body.

The gurgling blood soaked out of the scar, and he clenched the sword in his hand, the sword was not long, more than three feet, the sword body was simple and heavy, the edge was exposed, and it was dazzling.

He held the sword in his hand across his chest, staring at the broken roof, and as expected, in the blink of an eye, a figure jumped down from the originally broken roof.

It was a very graceful figure, and when the figure swept down, it seemed as if the whole room had been covered with red glow.

When she landed in place, the man in dark green clothes who had fallen before looked even more helpless on his bitter face.

The whole room looked extremely gorgeous at this moment, the dark green clothes set off the red long skirt, like green leaves with red flowers, Feng Muruo was conscious, he would definitely think that he was in a thousand flowers.

The gorgeous woman holding a short blade looked coldly at the man in front of her, and said loudly: "To this day, what else do you say?"

The man in dark green clothes shook his head helplessly, and said in a deep voice, "I have nothing to say." ”

"Then it is good, let it be death. ”

After the woman finished speaking, the willow eyebrows were upside down, and the apricot eyes were sinister, and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed to the man's side, and her outer door blade was called "Willow Leaf Eyebrow", which should have been a poetic name, containing the tenderness and grace of the Jiangnan woman, but it was used on the blade.

That short blade is not very famous, it is just a life's work of an unknown blacksmith, but there are no less than dozens of famous swords and famous knives that have been cut by it.

This iron like clay, an unstoppable short blade, straight to the heart of the dark green shirt man, less than a foot away, the dark green shirt man stretched out two fingers, I don't know when the short blade was already in his hand.

The woman in the red shirt used all her strength to stab the short blade in her hand into the man's heart, but the broken blade seemed to have sunk into the stone, and it was difficult to move forward.

In the same way, she wanted to pull it out and change it to a horizontal and vertical slash, but it was also difficult to move a single inch. The woman's face became more and more anxious, and the previous calm expression had disappeared, replaced by inaction and resentment.

"Ten moves have passed, you failed to kill me, according to the agreement, I will not let you again. ”

The man in the dark green shirt spoke, his voice was not rough, but also a little soft, which was like a dialogue between life and death, but more like the care of a lover.

The woman blushed shyly, looking at the man in front of her, she suddenly felt that she was very useless, her eyes were also a little moist, and she said with a hint of crying: "If you don't let me, you'd better take the opportunity to kill me." ”

"Xue Ke, why are you so troubled, do you and I have to fight to the death?"

The man asked sadly, the woman looked at his sincere face, pinned her head to the side, and said ruthlessly: "This is natural, even if I can't kill you today, I will still attack you another day, I chased and killed you three times, and the three times were unsuccessful, I killed myself in front of my sister's grave." ”

Hearing her mention of her sister, the man's body trembled slightly, as if the dead woman had touched his heart greatly.

"Xue Qi did die because of me, you have to avenge her, I shouldn't have escaped, but I also told you, I still have the heavy responsibility of Shushan, and I can't die easily at this moment. After the man finished speaking, his two fingers were slightly forced, only to hear the sound of "snort", I don't know when, the short blade in the woman's hand has been taken off, the man grabbed it in his hand, and pierced his right chest.

That set of movements was done in one go, without half a moment's hesitation, the man pulled out the short blade, and the blood gushed out like a mountain spring, instantly staining the shirt on his right chest.

The woman exclaimed, "Don't." But when she reacted, her voice was still not as fast as the man's movements, and looking at the seriously injured man, the sadness on the woman's face could not be concealed.

The man handed her the short blade and said, "'Willow Eyebrow' is too evil and not suitable for your simple temperament, besides, 'Danyang Palace' shouldn't be a place for you to stay, you don't want to be used by old ghosts." ”

Listening to the concern in the man's words, the woman said angrily: "What do I do, when it is your turn to intervene, don't forget that I am the same enemy as you." ”

"Well, presumably before killing me, you refused to listen to my contrary advice, the wound inserted in my chest today should be interest, and after I complete the trust of the master, I should apologize for my sins with death, I only ask you to live well before this, and do not do many things that violate your conscience because of hatred. ”

The woman in the red shirt snatched the short blade, looked at the man with a complicated expression, and flew out of the hole in the roof.

The man clutched his wound, blood still pouring from between his fingers. He looked at Feng Mu, who was unconscious, but when he saw a trace of blood seeping from the corner of the child's mouth, the man walked up to him and took his pulse with his hand, showing an expression of disbelief.

Even if the red-shirted woman pointed her sharp blade at him, he was not so frightened.

It was only because he felt the flow of familiar breath from Feng Mu's pulse, and this child seemed to be suffering from the disaster of the pond fish during their fight when he was recuperating from his internal injuries.

But how could this kid have the unique internal strength cultivation method of Shushan? The man in the dark green shirt was full of doubts in his heart, he first stabilized Feng Mu's heart, and planned to ask the reason clearly when he came to his senses.

At this moment, Master Lu walked in slowly, and the inner breath on his body spread out, bringing a gust of breeze and gently blowing the hairband of the man in the dark green shirt.