Chapter 629 Vulnerable

As soon as a silver light shot out, it turned into countless silver threads, and countless silver threads mixed with strong wind swept towards us.

The hilt of the sword faces Luo Xiaofeng, less than seven feet away. There will never be five people in the world who can avoid this fatal blow.

Li Du has the confidence to win, and he is determined to win. There are countless martial arts masters who died under his "Silver Needle of Immortal Pavilion". He has never failed, and he believes that this time will be no exception. He only waits for the dead, just waiting for the dead. His method of saving the dead is very special: he does not recite scriptures or burns paper money, but just treats the dead. He kills people by the water, pushes the dead into the water to feed the fish. He kills people in the mountains, and dismantles the dead and hangs them on the top of a tree to dry. Today he thought of a special method, he wants to peel off the dead, shave off the hair, put it in the snow, and shape a beautiful and exquisite snowman. Thinking of this, he is very excited, and a heat flows through his whole body. His blood gushs, his ears, eyes, neck... every inch of his body is filled with a strange blush. He gasps gently, waiting for Luo Xiaofeng to fall down...

Luo Xiaofeng did not fall down. He stood lazily in the snow, and even his standing position did not change. He held a blue long gown in his hand.

Li Du was stunned, completely stunned. This dress was worn on Luo Xiaofeng just now, but now it was dreamily in his hands. The deadly "Xian Pavilion Silver Needle" was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

It was snowing again, and the snowflakes were rising, like blowing goose feathers, and they were falling so hard!

Li Du's body was filled with boiling blood, and in an instant, it turned from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He froze, like a wooden stake poking to the ground.

Luo Xiaofeng said coldly: "Get out quickly, the farther you go, the better, otherwise you will not be me but yourself."

Li Du's pale face raised, and large pieces of snowflakes dyed his thick black eyebrows white. He really looked very good, but it's a pity that he is Li Du, the ruthless, ruthless Li Du.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at him and walked slowly towards Hao Qianci.

Hao Qianci stood under the red plum, her fair face faintly blushed. Although she couldn't see it, she could hear it. He was happy for Luo Xiaofeng. The proud happiness flowed through her throat like sugar and melted rapidly in her body.

Li Du suddenly howled like a beast behind him. He shot two short arrows two inches long from his sleeve, and then rushed up like arrows, "Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" attacked Luo Xiaofeng's head.

Luo Xiaofeng half-squatted on the ground, and two sleeve arrows rubbed past his ears with strong wind, and penetrated into the thick snow.

Li Du was drifting down, his blood-red clothes roared. He swooped, like an eagle catching a rabbit, and his ten fingers were like a hook to take Luo Xiaofeng's Tianling key.

Luo Xiaofeng retreated quickly, and suddenly encountered a hard object on his heel.

The hard object was touched and a "clang" sound was made.

The piano is the guqin that Hao Qianci just played!

Luo Xiaofeng's body stagnated.

Li Du was overjoyed, raised his hands together, and shot out all the short arrows in his sleeve.

More than ten sleeve arrows hit Luo Xiaofeng's eyes, throat, chest, soft ribs, and vital abdomen with the sound of breaking the wind! At this critical moment, Luo Xiaofeng leaned back and raised the guqin on the ground with his toes. The guqin seemed to be possessed by an elf, spinning on the enclave of Luo Xiaofeng's toes. The sound of "Princess" was endless. More than ten sharp sleeve arrows were broken and scattered on the snow.

Li Du's body was not resting, and he was hitting the flying and rotating guqin.

The guqin was shattered, and the strings were "ding" and a string of sad and beautiful moans came out.

Li Du had become crazy. He shook his palms together and slapped Luo Xiaofeng's ear door. At the same time, he kicked his feet.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed, turned sideways, and grabbed Li Du's ankles with both hands.

Li Du only felt two powerful forces pouring from the soles of his feet to his legs. His legs were tight, but he couldn't use any strength. The bitter cold wind wrapped in crystal snowflakes and hit his white paper-like face. He screamed and his body lost balance.

Luo Xiaofeng's patience had reached its extreme, and he finally had murderous intent.

Li Du had already smelled the breath of death, and the fear deep in his heart hit his heart like a huge wave. He wanted to exert force, but the muscles and veins in his body seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not use any strength at all. Li Du's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He was a proud person, but now all his arrogance disappeared. He was here to kill people, but now his life was hanging in the hands of others. In an instant, Li Du found that he had done a lot of wrong things.

Luo Xiaofeng's palm slowly stood up, and just as his palm was about to fall, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

A pair of feet stepped on the soft snow, making a slight but strange rhythmic "crying" sound.

When Luo Xiaofeng turned around, he saw a kind, gentle but extremely thin face. There was no smile on his face, but it gave people a peaceful and comfortable feeling.

Luo Xiaofeng said in surprise: "Mr. Hao!"

Hao Xiangyu was wearing a pure white silver fox cloak, like the legendary iceberg snowman. He seemed to have seen Li Du inadvertently. In an instant, his peaceful and gentle face was immediately filled with surprise and fear: "Who is this?"

Luo Xiaofeng slowly lowered his palm that had just raised: "He called himself Li Du."

Hao Xiangyi had already stepped forward, hugged Luo Xiaofeng's arm, and shouted: "You can't hurt him... He is Mr. Li with golden branches and jade leaves."

Luo Xiaofeng said in surprise: "Which Young Master Li?"

Haoxiang sighed and said, "He is the son of Grandmaster Li of the dynasty."

Luo Xiaofeng was silent, and after a while, he said coldly: "The prince violated the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Is the son of the Grand Tutor even older than the prince?"

Hao Xiang's face was in a difficult color: "But...but..."

Luo Xiaofeng said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty has always been clear in rewards and punishments, and he is selfless. Why do you have to protect this unruly and rude and unforgivable person today?"

Hao Xiang's face was angry: "He is different from others."

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "It's because he is the son of Master Li?"

Hao Xiang's face was solemn: "He has the gold medal of exemption from death from the emperor."

Luo Xiaofeng stood in the snow and said with a wry smile: "No wonder he has such courage. He killed someone... but the public can't cure his crime..."

Hao Xiang's lips were pursed into a thin line, and he was staring at Luo Xiaofeng in a daze.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and said, "You can't kill him, it seems that you can only teach him a lesson."

Li Du suddenly felt a warm current rising from his legs and then crashing into his chest. The wind whistled in his ears. He opened his eyes and realized that he was thrown out of thin air. He fell into a snow pit dozens of feet away.

Li Du only felt that his body was muddy. He was about to move, but suddenly felt a salty throat.

With a "wow" sound, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

One, two, three... He kept vomiting blood, and suddenly became dark in front of his eyes and fainted.

Hao Xiang's face was pale and he couldn't say a word for a long time. He wanted to talk about "Dan Zun Evil God" with more like-minded people. Follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, talk about life, and find friends~

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