However, the conceited Li Jingfeng never expected that the bare hilt of the sword would suddenly burst into dazzling light.

A long sword with gleaming cold light actually spit out from there.

The sword blade struck straight into his palm.

There was no warning, but it was as fast as thunder.

Li Jingfeng, who wanted to slap Dongfang Moye to death but did not hold back, could not stop himself at this time. He only felt pain in his palm, and what happened that day happened again.

The sword pierced another hole in his palm, and blood came out.

Dongfang Moye faced the palm wind that was facing him. Although he was not hit by the palm, he was knocked away. However, he took advantage of the momentum and flew backwards, and then stood firmly on the ground.

The sword in his hand gleamed with cold light, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, glowing with a silvery sheen.

Mu Qingyu was almost stunned.

Or Lengyu marcasite. Did this person find Lengyu marcasite?

Moreover, both the thumb ring and the sword are very exquisitely made. They cannot be made by ordinary people. They must at least be made by master-level craftsmen!

Li Jingfeng received a blow from the sword, and although Dongfang Moye was knocked away, Dongfang Moye's retreating posture was very graceful, hiding the fact that he was hit by the wind of the palm.

Li Jingfeng's eyes moved faster as he weighed it in his mind.

Finally, a stern look appeared in his eyes, and he quickly tapped the acupuncture points on his palms to stop the blood from flowing out. Then he jumped up and struck out three palms quickly.

Those three palms had complicated movements, setting up a smelly net in the air, covering the sky and the earth towards Dongfang Mo Ye.

The top of the mountain is so big that the mountain wind blows all the time.

But the smelly smell seemed to be condensed together. After all, he was a top master, and Li Jingfeng had real abilities. At this time, he had murderous intentions, but he was not as hesitant as the mouse before.

He began to pursue quickly, and his attacks became more and more fierce. The strong internal force drove the whistling wind of the palm, and with the hunting mountain wind, the mountain seemed to be shrouded in strong winds and shrouded in fishy smell.

Li Jingfeng was extremely cunning and very cautious. When he was not sure, he would be humble and flattering. He called Dongfang Mo Ye a friend, and his attitude was very good.

Therefore, this man has a lot of blood debt on his body, and at least more than a hundred innocent people died in his hands. He has not fallen into the eyes of the government, nor has he been on the reward list. Even few people in the world know that this person exists.

It's because if he doesn't take action, he will definitely get rid of the other party, and even no witnesses will be left. If no one leaks his information, then no one will know that he is responsible for the evil.

Naturally, his evil deeds could not be spread and he remained unpunished.

Now he feels that Dongfang Moye is not as strong as he thought, and Mu Qingyu can be ignored. As long as he strikes quickly and destroys the body, no matter whether Dongfang Moye is an experienced disciple of the hidden family, or the family is

It doesn't matter whether the generals who have been destroyed or the remnants of the generals are destroyed.

If someone knows that it was him who did it, then naturally no one will hold this grudge against him.

Now that he had considered getting rid of both Dongfang Moye and Mu Qingyu, he went all out.

Two figures, one red and one gray, are fighting together. The wind of the palms and the light of the sword are both impossible to ignore.

The red mist in the palm wind became thicker and thicker, completely covering Dongfang Moye.

And Leng Yun's white iron sword flashed with light, and the brilliance circulated like lightning in the sky.

The two people in the fight were very frightened.

Gu Liang

Although Li Jingfeng's palm was pierced immediately, he didn't care. For a person like him, such a slight injury on his hand would not even affect his actions at all.

He thought he could take down the kid in front of him with a few dozen moves at most.

But who would have known that there were more than a hundred moves now. The boy had a sword in his hand, pointing east and west. The sword was as bright as steel, the sword energy was cold, and the sword moves were sharp, strange, and ever-changing.

Although he felt he was stronger than his opponent, he couldn't win for a while.

And Dongfang Moye was also surprised. With his outstanding natural appearance and hard training in martial arts, he thought he had few opponents in the world. But Li Jingfeng, the mouse-like Li Jingfeng, only had a pair of fleshy palms and didn't even have weapons.

But it can still suppress his head.

If it weren't for the exquisite creation of his Yingfeng Sword, which unexpectedly injured the opponent's hand first, would the opponent's strength be even stronger?

After a while, the two of them were fighting fast, and they had already exchanged more than two hundred moves. The air around them was depressing and distorted because of the fight between the two.

Dongfang Moye was concentrating, and accidentally looked sideways, and suddenly saw a light blue figure walking quickly on the other side.

No, it should be said that she is going around in circles!

He suddenly remembered that he had been so focused on fighting Li Jingfeng that he had almost forgotten that Mu Qingyu was still at the top of the mountain.

Is it because you are worried about him but can't help him, so you rush around in circles?

He shouted: "You go first!"

He knew that she wouldn't use force as Mu Qingyu, so she couldn't help here. At this time, on the mountain bag, the light pink poisonous mist stirred by the strong wind from Li Jingfeng's internal power was getting thicker and thicker.

The entire mountain top has to be covered.

But in such a distracted moment, a piece of his sleeve was cut off by Li Jingfeng's palm.

Li Jingfeng sneered coldly and said: "Haha, both babies, please keep your lives here. Your blood is young and fresh. It must be sweet and fragrant, just to satisfy my appetite! I want your blood

Suck it clean, not a drop is left!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips at the beautiful imagination he had painted, as if he had really drunk the delicious blood.

His palm was pierced by Dongfang Moye's sword before. He captured two people, drank their blood, and recovered quickly.

Now his palm was also injured, and there happened to be two people in front of him.

Dongfang Moye's sword is as bright as a sword. He is the young master, young boss, young master, young boss, and young master that many people admire and follow. But he has experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, numerous hunts, and bloody storms. He has experienced the most tragic and cruel things in the world.

During the training, what surged in my heart was filled with soaring hatred and deep thoughts for my loving mother...

There are very few people who threaten his life, let alone talk shamelessly in front of him about sucking all his blood.

He couldn't kill Li Jingfeng, but if he wanted to leave, Li Jingfeng couldn't keep him.

But Mu Qingyu is here. If he leaves, she will die.

If she dies, then his longing for his mother will really be nothing but remembrance, with no hope of ever seeing or reliving her.

He shouted again: "Go quickly!"

Mu Qingyu raised her head. She was holding a stone in her hand, and she threw it out when Li Jingfeng's palms danced with strange shadows and pressed closer to Dongfang Mo Ye.

The stone was carried by the wind and hit Li Jingfeng's head.

Dongfang Moye said in shock: "No!"
Chapter completed!