"Everyone, go and notify all the teachers..."

Wang Kan shouted urgently, and as soon as he spoke, a branch pierced into his throat, his whole body fell down, and blood poured out of his mouth.

A living person died in front of him in a flash, Zhang Yang, Li Wan'er and others seemed to have been imposed on the destiny.

"Bastard! Looking for death!"

Li Mufeng was furious, and Canglang sounded, and a soft sword popped out of his waist. As soon as the soft sword appeared, the moonlight condensed into ice and cold on the sword.

"Silver Snake Sword!"

Deng Duxiu was secretly shocked and walked around the world after leaving the prison. He had also heard of Li Mufeng. At that time, he only hated Zhang Yang and found Li Mufeng's bad luck in the future.

At that time, Li Mufeng's secret sword, the silver snake's name was also quite famous.

But he didn't expect that Li Mufeng had the Silver Snake Sword as early as this time.

Li Mufeng waved his hand and the long sword soared into the air. The sword was erratic and extremely fast, and he took Deng Duxiu's key acupoints.

As long as Deng Duxiu is not careful, he will have multiple blood holes in his body in an instant.

When Li Mufeng was using his sword like the wind, Deng Duxiu could only keep urging the branches to block it.

The Silver Snake Sword is extremely sharp, no matter how thick the branches are, they are all divided by one sword.

He urged the branches to interfere with Li Mufeng's sword force.

Soon, Li Mufeng cut off hundreds of branches.

Deng Duxiu's clothes were also cut into many parts, and blood was faintly seen between his skin and flesh, and he was in a mess.

"Sad, I want you to live, not die!"

"Kill him, Master, you must kill him!"

"Father, my daughter is so scared. If this thief does not die, it will be a big problem."

"Master's divine power will destroy the rebels."

Li Mufeng finally gained the upper hand, and the emotions that everyone had been suppressed for a long time were finally released.

Su Nu's slope is more than ten miles away from Baiyun Temple. She shouted here, and the Taoist temple is still deep and the lights are quietly on the other side of Baiyun Temple.

As soon as he whirled, the soft sword whirled, and the sword body was like a snake, and it was about to pierce Deng Duxiu's left eye.

After brushing, three broken branches soared into a triangle, which accurately stuck the hilt of the sword.

"This is impossible!"

Li Mufeng exclaimed in surprise that the most difficult thing in driving heavy objects is not driving heavy objects, but using one spirit for multiple uses unless there is a superior magic method of driving objects.

Even over the years, he has only mastered the method of using one spirit and two uses, and activated two cold dragon iron gallbladders.

But when it comes to ingenuity and proficiency, it is just to activate the silver snake sword that you can get with a lot of money under your waist.

At this moment, Deng Duxiu, under his nose, activated three cut short branches and stuck the hilt of the sword, making him unbelievable.

In an instant, the shock on his face turned into a grim smile. The root of the hilt of the Silver Snake Sword moved suddenly, and he pulled out a silver dagger and stabbed Deng Duxiu in the chest.

"Go to die!"

Li Mufeng roared to the sky, as if he wanted to vent all the depression he had saved tonight.

In a hurry, Deng Duxiu could not dodge and could only cross his arms in front of his chest. A silver dagger stabbed his left arm with a clang.

The wrist guard on his left arm was pierced through, the tip of the sword penetrated into the flesh, and blood flowed.

Li Mufeng was a little lost in a trance.

His secret sword is a killer-like existence, and it is impossible to miss it, let alone deal with a spirit-inducing junior.

He never dreamed that Deng Duxiu's second generation was a human being, and his secret sword was expected from the very beginning.

The next moment, a sharp tree root poked into Li Mufeng's protruding eyeballs and poured into his brain.

"One spirit and four uses, hoho..."

Li Mufeng's throat sounded loudly, and finally, with a bang, he fell heavily to the ground.

"The grudges in the last life will be broken in this life."

Deng Duxiu took off the sword that was pierced on his arm, and with a big move, he grabbed the mother sword that fell to the ground into his palm, rubbing the sword body carefully, making it sharp and sharp.

What is sharper than the sword light is his gaze.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes like an eagle and falcon, and the cold light shot directly into Zhang Yang, Li Wan'er and others.

Zhang Yang and others never dreamed that overnight, the soft and useless man who could be bullied suddenly turned into a life-seeking ghost.

"Senior brother, senior brother, it's me, I'm the junior sister, your Wan'er, I know you like me, I know. I like you too. I stew you soup, listen to you tell stories, and chat with you. You still remember that one night last year, we chatted around the fire together and roasted sweet potatoes. In the spring of this year, we went to Beishan to pick together. I couldn't walk anymore, you were supporting me..."

Li Wan'er confided excitedly, and there was no sadness in her heart about Li Mufeng's death, only endless fear and full desire to survive.

She could naturally see that Deng Duxiu was deeply in love with him, and that his youthful love could not be hidden from her.

Playing under the forest, talking around the fire at night, singing and enjoying the mist, making wine in the pine flowers, and boiling tea in spring water...

The scenes of him and Li Wan'er turning around in his mind like a lantern.

All the past is very good.

The junior sister is also very good.

How could the junior sister not devote her true feelings to those warm scenes?

She was simply forced by Zhang Yang and Li Mufeng.

How bad can you have at a age of poetry and picturesque?

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of tenderness arose in his heart.

The moon is setting, the silver snake is storming, the sword light is like snow, the beautiful head is flying in the air...

After dealing with everyone cleanly, Deng Duxiu shoveled away a piece of bloody soil, stained with his blood.

He pulled off a piece of clothes and wrapped the blood and soil, and wiped away the traces of shoveling the soil.

Then, he quickly cleaned the battlefield, but only got a few dozen silver taels.

Then, he activated the Silver Snake Sword to leave a pentagram symbol on the tree trunk not far away and quickly left.

When he passed by Huichun Creek, he carefully shook all the soil soaked in his blood into the water, stuffed half of the clothes covered with soil into his sleeves, and sneaked straight back to Baiyun Temple.

The moonlight was just right and the mountain wind was cold. The young man who had just left the battlefield to kill was as stable as an old dog, and silently sneaked back to his refining room.

"hiss!"

He endured the pain and untied his clothes. The iron wrist guard on his left wrist had already cracked a hole, and a shallow blood hole was drilled into the tip of the sword on his arm.

He couldn't help but feel secretly afraid that he had learned about Li Mufeng's secret sword and brought the wrist guards prepared by his mother in advance. Otherwise, even if the sword did not hit the vital point, his arm would not be able to be saved.

He took out the golden sore medicine that his mother put in his bag before leaving, used the magic trick of expelling the animals, and quickly bandaged himself.

Even though there was no blood on his body, he had just returned from the battlefield and his blood and energy could not be concealed.

He had to hold his wounded arm up, pick up the stream flowing from the bamboo tube outside, and take a shower carefully.

Then, he changed into a clean Taoist robe, flashed out, carried the kettle and went straight to the kitchen on the east side.

The uncles and uncles in Baiyun Temple are fond of drinking tea, and the hot water cannot be cut off, and the stove fires in the kitchen are also constantly.

When he arrived, the old Zhai head who was guarding the kitchen was lying on the shabby low table, snoring everywhere. There were tilted wine pots on the table, and the wine was so scented.
Chapter completed!