But before that, there are some minor troubles that need to be cleaned up.

Feng Ziyue's gaze fell on the entrance of the Waterfall Cave, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

Before coming here, Feng Ziyue didn't expect that the Lingyue Silver Wolf would find such a good place, and there was actually a secret like Yaotian that he didn't want others to know, so along the way, not only did he not find a way to hide his traces, but instead made a big splash, leaving many traces.

Sure enough, the tail he had been waiting for for many days finally came out.

When Feng Ziyue used the Taixuan Induction Chapter to perceive the heavens and the earth, he clearly found that not far away, there were seven breaths, which were rapidly following the traces he left.

"Hmph! It's finally here!"

This time, revealing a murderous atmosphere, it will not be an ordinary demon beast, it is obvious that it will only be an unwilling group of clowns.

He drew his iron sword, turned around and smiled softly at Xue'er, "Xue'er, you and the silver wolf will play here for a while first, and I'll go out for a while." ”

Xue'er hugged the silver wolf and turned around and said, "Brother, where are you going?"

"Deal with some bug ......"

Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded, jumped out, protruding beyond the waterfall, and kept walking, running all the way towards where the seven people came from.

He didn't want to dirty the place.

"Bugs?" Cher's eyes widened strangely, and she looked down at the silver wolf's head, "Snowball, are there a lot of bugs here?"

The silver wolf rolled his eyes and howled twice.

Feng Ziyue flew out, ran out of a distance of about ten zhang, and chose a tall spruce, standing on the top of the tree, waiting quietly.

This scene reminded him of the battle of Changming Pagoda before his rebirth, when he was also a single sword, proudly waiting for the siege of others.

In his memory, his past life seems to have always been like this, lonely with an iron sword, defeating all enemies in his way, but the only difference this time is that behind him, there are still people he needs to protect.

So his sword had meaning and feelings.

This kind of experience has never been there, in the career of the Sword God, the moment of Feng Ziyue's invincibility in the world came too late. By the time his sword path was completed, there was no one left behind him to protect, only desolate tombs.

They are all gone.

But this time, no!

Feng Ziyue clenched the iron sword in his hand, and now before every battle, he would remind himself that he was different from the past, and his sword was swung for his relatives and lovers.

For them, he will once again write the myth of the sword god.

And this time, it will be a more complete myth.

This batch of nasty little insects was the beginning of his sword test, Feng Ziyue's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he breathed evenly, as if he was one with this heaven and earth.

The only pity is that the cultivation of this group of people is too far behind.

The speed of running was like a snail in his eyes, and the debilitating aura made him even more disdainful.

It's just seven people in the realm of martial artists!

"Luan family, you really look down on me......"

Feng Ziyue smiled self-deprecatingly. He didn't want to think about it, the Luan family's information about him, at best, was only a few strange combat skills, but only the Xuanqi Foundation was cultivated as an arrogant boy, and the other party took the risk of sending seven martial disciples to blend into the Feng Family's Forbidden Forest, which was already very worthy of him.

In fact, the main reason is Feng Buxue's insistence, although this person's martial arts are low, but he has eaten Feng Ziyue's slap head-on, and he has palpitations, and he has the hatred of killing his son, for fear that he can escape with his life, so he can say that he has promised a lot of benefits, and only then did he say that the head of the Seven Eagle Guard, who was sent by Luan Tingfu to carry out the mission, brought several of his brothers with him and did it together.

The so-called people die for money, and birds die for food.

The Seven Eagle Guards of the Luan family just wanted to slap a small insect to death and make a small amount of extra money, but they didn't expect that they had already walked towards a road to death.

The seven people are getting closer and closer, Feng Ziyue is standing on a high place, and he can already see the figures of these seven people, only to see them wearing various colors of feather clothes, jumping in the forest, very vigorous, looking from a distance, like birds of prey, but a unique set of light skills.

"It's a pity ......"

Feng Ziyue shook his head, under his sword, he never tolerates mercy, others will kill themselves, and he will not open the net. If this special set of light skills is lost, it can only be said to be bad luck.

At this time, Red Eagle, the boss of the Luan Family's Seven Eagle Guard, also discovered Feng Ziyue's existence, he waved his hand, and the seven of them turned over and jumped to one side, encircling Feng Ziyue from afar.

"Boss, is that the kid?"

The youngest white eagle had narrow eyes and a very cold expression, he waved the Qimen blade in his hand, a pair of iron eagle claws, and sneered, "Let me take his life, brothers drink!"

The little guy who cultivated the foundation of Xuanqi didn't put it in their eyes at all.

"Is the seventh brother's hands itchy? Do you still want to earn three hundred taels of silver from that old boy?" Huang Ying next to him was a fat man, showing a lewd smile, and laughed.

Feng Buxue promised to pay heavily, and those who took Feng Ziyue's life were given an additional three hundred taels of silver, although these seven eagles did not distinguish between each other, they would also use it to make fun of each other.

"Phew!" Bai Ying took a sip, "Who is rare for that kid's three hundred taels of silver?" It was for the sake of the face of the Luan family's sister that I agreed to follow the eldest brother here......

The rest of the eagles laughed together, the lady of the Luan family was very ambiguous with the white eagle before she got married, but later married into the Feng family, and the white eagle was still angry when she said it.

"Are you done?"

Just as the Seven Eagles were laughing, Feng Ziyue opened his eyes impatiently and asked coldly.

His voice was not very loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Seven Eagles, and the eldest Red Eagle's body shook slightly, and he was a little surprised. Although it is not very difficult to gather the sound into a line, it is already a rare ability for a little guy who has cultivated the foundation of Xuanqi.

But what surprised him even more was Feng Ziyue's next words.

"Are you still discussing who will go first?" Feng Ziyue sneered, coldly glancing at the seven eagles of the Luan family who were tall, short, fat and thin in front of him, and everyone was in a chill in their hearts when they met his eyes.

This kid's cultivation is not high, but his eyes are terrifying, as if he can see through you at a glance, which makes people shudder.

Rao is the Seven Eagles are clear, the other party is just a fourteen-year-old boy, and his Xuan Qi cultivation is insignificant, far inferior to them, but for some reason, it conveys a strong sense of oppression.

It's as if in a word, they can decide their life and death.

"In my opinion," Feng Ziyue paused happily, "You should go up with seven of you!"

"Otherwise, my sword will be sheathed before it has time to warm up!"

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