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Tang Fengyue suddenly said: "What is the name of the ghost, I haven't exerted my strength yet." ”

It turned out that he held a strong palm, stopping an inch in the lower abdomen of the Blood Holy Son, and did not press it.

The Blood Saint's face turned pale, and a flash of relief flashed across his face, but he quickly became nervous. He really didn't know what Tang Fengyue was calculating.

"The surname is Tang, and the smart one is about to let the blood of the Holy Son. Otherwise, from now on, you will be the mortal enemy that the Corpse Refining Gate must destroy!"

Ji Lao drank violently.

Tang Fengyue ignored him.

The so-called lice are too many and are not afraid of itching.

Since his debut, he has offended the Blood Shadow Sect, Heavenly Sword Villa one after another. A few days ago, he killed thirteen B-level killers in the Dark Moon Pavilion in a row, and it is estimated that he has also married Liang Zi of the Dark Moon Pavilion.

Now there is one more corpse refining door, what can it be?

Moreover, the last time he was in Yutai Peak, Xue Tingtao wanted to bring him back to the Corpse Refining Gate, and it was said that the Little Corpse King wanted to see him.

Hehe, he almost forgot that when he captured the Qingque Sword in Qingque Lake, he offended the little corpse king fiercely.

Therefore, Tang Fengyue didn't care about Ji Gao's threat at all.

All he cares about is his sister's safety.

"Say, where is my sister now?"

As soon as he came into contact with Tang Fengyue's indifferent and ruthless eyes, the heart of the Blood Saint Son actually trembled a little. The palm in his lower abdomen was ready to attack, so that he did not dare to use tricks.

A young woman rescued her and took her away. ”

"Where to take it?"

"I don't know. ”

Tang Fengyue pinched the neck of the Blood Saint Son fiercely, choking him to the point where he was about to suffocate.

The people from the corpse refining gate over there roared, Tang Fengyue kicked them a few times, and said angrily at them: "Shut up! Dare to say one more word, believe it or not, Lao Tzu abolished your bullshit saint with one palm!"

The bald head Ji was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Ji Lao also had a hideous face.

Their status in the Corpse Refining Sect is not low, how could they have been reprimanded like this? Not to mention that they are still a hairy boy, it is simply a great shame.

But for the sake of the Blood Son, I endured it.

Tang Fengyue slapped the Blood Saint Son a few more times and asked, "What does that young woman look like?"

The Blood Saint Son exhaled hard, endured the anger and murderous intent in his heart, and said, "Comb the falling horse bun and wear purple clothes. ”

"! There are not a hundred on the street, but ninety. ”

Tang Fengyue beat him again, turning the Blood Saint Son's face into a pig's head.

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched.

Previously, the Blood Saint Son appeared shockingly, and they still thought he was a murderous person. But right now, it seems too gentle compared to someone.

Seeing that Tang Fengyue was about to make a move again, the Blood Saint Son shouted: "That young woman looks very standard, and there is a beautiful mole at the corner of her mouth. I know that's it. The surname is Tang, if you want to kill it, you can kill it!"

Tang Fengyue always paid attention to his expression, and his strong mental power sensed his heartbeat, and confirmed that the other party was not lying, so he gave up.

But there is a vast sea of people, so where can he go to find his sister?

"Tang Fengyue, let go of the Blood Saint Son. ”

The people of the corpse refining gate are pressing step by step, and the momentum is pressing, and they are on the verge of breaking out.

Today, they came to step on people, but instead the Son of High Hopes was trampled on, which made them feel extremely ashamed at the same time.

Tang Fengyue carried the Blood Saint Son and walked forward step by step.

"It's okay to let him go. However, what did you exchange for the corpse refining gate?"

"What?"

The people of the Corpse Refining Gate thought they had misheard. This kid is crazy, right, dare to ask the fierce and powerful corpse refining door for conditions?

"What do you want?" said Evil Kun.

Tang Fengyue said: "I'm very interested in your Corpse Refining Gate's martial arts secrets, so you might as well exchange it for the Corpse Refining Demon Skill." ”

"You fart!"

Ji Gu shouted. This stinky boy really dares to think about it.

Evil Kun said: "Change one." Even if you kill the old man, it is impossible to obtain the corpse refining demon skill. ”

Tang Fengyue also knew this. But if you don't ask for the price, how can you pay it back.

"If you don't have corpse refining skills, you also have to have a similar mastery, or pills, weapons, etc. Tang Fengyue said.

Evil Kun was silent for a long time, and said, "It is impossible for the Corpse Refining Sect to spread the Peerless Knowledge, and it is useless for you to kill the Blood Saint Son today." The old man doesn't have any elixir, but there is a piece of hematite essence, what do you think?"

As he spoke, Evil Kun pulled out a piece of crimson iron from his bosom that was smaller than an egg.

The crimson iron is dull in color and exudes a scorching masculine heat.

Tang Fengyue's face was silent, but her heart jumped suddenly.

The essence of red iron is a rare thing in heaven and earth, and only in the place where yang energy is strong, after hundreds of years of evolution, can a piece be born.

If the essence of hematite is refined into the weapon, it can immediately increase the power of the weapon and make it indestructible.

The reason why Tang Fengyue was excited was because once he had the essence of red iron, he could cultivate the third level of the battle demon body, and the yang qi penetrated into the bones.

From the second level, the conditions of the War Demon Body have become more and more harsh. Yin Qi can still be absorbed in the cloudy sky and sea of clouds, but it is difficult to find it in the world when it is full of yang energy.

It is true that the red iron essence in the hands of Evil Kun will not be able to support Tang Fengyue to practice the third level to perfection, but at least there is a beginning.

"It's ridiculous that a piece of red iron essence wants to exchange the life of your holy son. ”

Tang Fengyue pretended to be disdainful.

"Bastard, you don't have to get an inch. ”

The bald Ji Gu scolded angrily.

Xie Kun said: "A piece of red iron essence, plus a martial arts dragon catcher that the old man accidentally obtained, this is the old man's last bottom line." If you don't agree, Dingfu will have corpses all over the field today. ”

Tang Fengyue knew the truth that he was too late. The Blood Saint Son in his hand was seriously injured by himself this time, and he couldn't recover at all in a few months, and he could be regarded as avenging his sister.

Immediately, he said: "One hand to hand, one hand to deliver." ”

Without seeing the evil kun's movements, the red iron essence and a book flew over.

A stick took the lead in catching it, and suddenly the hair flew, and said to Tang Fengyue: "Little doll, if you reach out to catch it, I'm afraid you will be shocked half to death by the hidden internal strength." ”

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Tang Fengyue's heart was ruthless, and with one palm, the already seriously injured Blood Saint Son vomited blood, flew out upside down like a rag bag, and was caught by Ji Gu.

When the Corpse Refining Gate saw the tragic state of the Blood Holy Son, they all glared at him angrily, and their bodies were full of murderous energy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mu and Evil Kun still have an unresolved feud against the master, and please leave first. On the eaves, Mu Jiangliu suddenly said.

A stick locked on the evil kun with momentum, for fear that he would burst out and kill people.

Everyone knew that it was powerful, and when they saw this, they left the scene together.

"Why go?"

Suddenly, the black robe on Evil Kun's body swelled, and an unpredictable terrifying evil force condensed into a black ball of light and burst out.

A stick immediately raised its arm high, and a shadow of a stick fell from the sky.

Boom!!

The shadow of the stick struck the black ball of light, causing the void to tremble.

On the ground, a deep crack spread from the foot of a stick to the outside of the gate of Dingfu.

"The juniors also dare to make a move on the old man. ”

The black ball of light that enveloped the evil kun exploded. In an instant, many people screamed, spat blood, and flew upside down.

"Evil Kun, take your life!"

The criss-crossing sword qi cut through the void, and Mu Jiangliu pinched the sword trick in his hand, crossing the void from the eaves.

A stick with both arms raised high, each splitting out two thick stick shadows, slammed towards the evil kun.

Under the black robe, Evil Kun exposed his withered arms, pushed his palms quickly, and two strange black rays quickly rushed out, facing the two heroes in one style.

Between the three super masters, the violent aftermath spread to all sides. Along the way, tree branches were broken, walls collapsed, and the crowd was seriously injured. The entire Ding Mansion was full of wails in an instant.

Tang Fengyue, Wang Zhanqing and others, under the support of Venerable Xuantong, quickly withdrew from the Ding Mansion. A large number of masters also fled in all directions desperately, for fear of staying for a moment longer.

Soon after everyone fled, the entire Ding Mansion was plunged into a furious atmosphere of battle.

The three figures sometimes clash in the void, sometimes leaping onto an attic. Strange black light, thick stick shadows and fierce sword qi staggered erupted.

The lake was blown into mist, and the attics collapsed one by one.

A scene of destruction.

Tang Fengyue and the others watched from a distance, not daring to approach at all.

The power of the super master, even if it is just the aftermath, is enough to shock the others present to death.

Tang Fengyue suddenly saw Ding Yubo in the crowd, saw his face twitching, and knew that he was heartache for the loss of Ding Mansion, and couldn't help but feel a burst of happiness.

This battle lasted for half an hour, and in the end it alarmed the entire Nanling City.

Almost all the masters in the city watched from a distance. Recently, the city lord of Nanling had to send troops to maintain order in the city.

"Evil Kunpiff, die!"

Mu Jiangliu shouted, and a sword that had been cultivated all his life rushed out.

The people of Nanling City saw a brilliant sword light converging and forming from a distance, a length of 100 meters, and slashed towards the evil kun angrily.

The sword qi that escaped slightly from the sword actually made the hearts of many swordsmen standing in the extreme distance tremble, and the long sword in their hands made a buzzing sound.

"With the same sword, the old man killed your master, and he can still kill you today. ”

Evil Kun laughed, and the evil power all over his body surged, and a black mist almost filled the sky above one-third of the Ding Mansion, like a demon opening his mouth and devouring the sword light.

On the other side, a stick shot out angrily, and the shadow of the booming stick stirred up the black fog violently.

"Poof!"

Xie Kun grabbed the stick with one hand and was immediately injured. But the palm that condensed his century-old skills had slapped heavily towards Mu Jiangliu.

Everyone was shocked to see that the hundred-meter-long brilliant sword light was actually photographed into a dense crack, and finally exploded in the air. Mu Jiangliu was also hit by the residual momentum of his palm, and blood sprayed into the sky.

He suddenly flicked his fingers, and the last sword qi of the rest of his life ran out and pierced into the evil kun's body.

Evil Kun staggered, his black robe stained with blood: "In order to kill me, you actually took the initiative to give up your defense...... It's a pity that your strength is not enough. "Turn around and go.

The black mist shrank, and a stick couldn't catch up.

The Mujiang River flows like a leaf and a broken branch, falling from a high altitude. The old body, reflecting the dazzling sunset red, adds a touch of the sadness of the hero's twilight.

"A hundred years of blood feud is only today...... Master, the disciple is incompetent!"

Mu Jiangliu's old eyes were moist, as if he saw the master beckoning to him from afar.

Close your eyes and say goodbye.

A stick caught him, and there was only a sigh.

In the distance, all the warriors of Nanling City were silent. (To be continued.) )