Not waiting for Tongtong to react.

Lin Yu still bullied her.

As soon as he closed his five fingers with his right hand, he pinched her fair neck.

The palm of his palm aimed at her throat.

The terrifying power is ready.

With just one thought of Lin Yu, she can die.

"Why are you..."

In amazement, Tongtong exclaimed in surprise, just about to struggle.

Lin Yu's murderous intent came to his ears.

"If you act rashly, you will die miserably..."

"Die? Haha, you're going to do it!"

Tongtong didn't buy Lin Yu's threat at all, and said with fearless smile.

"I'm dead, can this girl survive? If you have the ability, you can kill me!"

As she said, she flipped her wrist.

The long sword in his hand turned into a red stream of light and whistled out.

It was like a white horse passing by, like a flash of lightning, cutting towards Lin Yu's abdomen.

Relying on Tongtong's physical body, the remaining soul of Wumao Master is not afraid of being afraid.

No matter how safe you are.

Even if he is captured by Lin Yu, he will still hurt someone with his backhand.

The old spirit of humans, the old spirit of ghosts.

The remnant soul of the ancestor Wuliang is indeed a cunning person.

In just a moment, this countermeasure came up.

Survive by death.

To fight for both sides, you have to earn that little opportunity.

Seeing this, Lin Yu snorted coldly: "Thinking!"

Before he finished speaking, soft energy burst out from his palm.

This energy is completely different from before.

There is no violent domineering spirit, nor the strongest and strong.

It was like a breeze blew across the cheeks, looking so soft and light.

Feeling this soft energy, Tongtong's face changed and she exclaimed: "Ancient God Ancestor Talisman, Magic Envelope..."

The moment she exclaimed, her feet were soft and she collapsed to the ground.

The soft body seemed to have been exhausted.

After falling to the ground, she looked at Lin Yu in horror.

A terrified look stared at the young man.

When her eyes touched Lin Yu's chest, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes shifted downwards and locked on the ring of Lin Yu's index finger.

"Dragon pattern totem, Ancestral Dragon Ring, you...you...you...you...she is the successor of the Huangfu family..."

There was endless confusion in his tone of surprise.

What is this young man’s origin?

Why, he has practiced the forbidden martial arts boxing?

Why, he knows the magic of ancient god ancestral talisman sealing?

Why, he has a dragon pattern totem on his body and an ancestor dragon ring on his hands?

Questions circling in the minds of Wuliang Patriarch.

...

At this moment, not far away, Fang Juexing looked at the woman holding the Divine Phoenix Feather, looking disbelief.

"Xinyu...why...why are you...?"

The woman who suddenly appeared was her niece.

He could hardly imagine that Li Xinyu, who was well-behaved and sensible, would appear on such an occasion.

Moreover, he killed the disciples of Wuliangdao and saved himself.

The scene in front of him made him feel as if he was dreaming.

"Uncle, you've suffered!"

Seeing his relatives, Li Xinyu's pretty eyes were filled with tears.

In recent times, she has been fed up with the torture of separation from her relatives.

First, it was grandpa, then it was uncle and cousin.

One after another, one bad news made her feel exhausted.

Now that I see my uncle safe and sound, the long-saved depression finally came out.

"Xinyu, it's really you, my uncle didn't dream..."

Fang Juexing asked in a trembling voice, still looking disbelief.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and gently stroked Li Xinyu's head.

"Xinyu, it's really you, it's really you...you...you..."

With a stir, Fang Juexing's speech became a little unsatisfied.

He didn't know how to describe his mood.

There is no way out at the end of the road, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers.

Once upon a time, he even felt that he would live in this strange valley forever.

In this life, there is no chance of seeing relatives outside again.

Now, the nightmare has finally woken up.

The heavy pressure was finally relieved.

While Li Xinyu and Fang Juexing comforted each other, Luo Shanshan and Huangfu Yunyan walked closer to the elder brother.

The eldest brother at this moment completely disappeared from his previous fierce and evil appearance.

He lay horizontally on the ground, as angry as a fucking spring and his face as gold paper.

The bright red blood kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

The clear and dizzy eyes faded a little bit.

brush!

Huangfu Yunyan drew out his sword, and the cold sword tip hit the eldest brother's chest.

With the force on the wrist, it slowly increases.

The sharp sword blade slowly pierced into the flesh and blood.

The eldest brother was lying on the ground, looking at the sky blankly.

The dull expression reveals the depressedness of life.

"I lost, but I still lost..."

The same sentence was repeated vaguely in the mouth that was overflowing with blood.

The failure hit him completely in despair.

"Father, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Let the sharp sword pierce the chest inch by inch.

The eldest brother suddenly realized it and was still murmuring.

In the blue sky, white clouds transform into an extremely familiar face.

He stared at it as if he was back to his youth.

Just as the sword was about to penetrate his chest, someone suddenly rushed over and shouted loudly.

"My junior brother, please, please spare your senior brother..."
To be continued...