Wuming's eyes became dimmer and dimmed. He gently helped Xiao Feng wipe his tears. He was in the black robe with a smile, and he cried for himself.

Xiao Feng looked at Wuming, felt the coldness on his fingers, and his heart trembled violently. Is he really going to leave him?

"Wind, hug me and let me die in your arms." Wuming said softly.

Xiao Feng's tears that had just stopped came out again, and he hugged Wuming's body tightly: "Okay, I'll hold you, but you are not allowed to fall asleep. You will be fine. I won't allow you to leave me..."

"I dare to hurt me, I will kill you." Finally, the Red Robe Ancestor pulled out his wolf teeth and looked at the red robe stained with blood. He went crazy. He rushed towards the two of them and kicked Wuhuan.

‘Bang’, Xiao Feng held Wuming and used his back to carry the red-robed ancestor. With a "click" sound, he sprayed blood on Wuming's black robe, his face pale as paper.

"Okay, you protect him, right? Then I will let you die together." The Red-robed Ancestor was even more crazy when he saw that Xiao Feng was holding him over, and kicked him down again.

"don't want……"

"I'm a mud horse."

"Old bastard, you deserve to die."

Danqing and others felt their hearts trembled, and they all abandoned their enemies and rushed towards the Red-robed Ancestor. They could not watch Xiao Feng be kicked to death.

‘Bang’, Xiao Feng was kicked again and rolled on the ground with Wuming in his arms, but he always tried his best to protect Wuming from being hurt again.

"Wind, let me go..." Wuming's originally dim eyes were a few crystal clear, and his voice became trembling, which was very different from usual.

"No... let it go." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth: "With me here, he can't hurt you."

"Stop them for me, I must kill them both today." Seeing the deep love and they rushed over, the old ancestor of the Red Robe rushed over and shouted at Xi Du and the spokesperson.

Xi Du raised his hand and poured a handful of yellow powder on Danqing and others.

"Everyone hold your breath, don't breathe." Nangong Jian reminded him quickly, then shook the long sword in his hand and stabbed Xi Du.

However, Danqing and others were still stopped. Occasionally, those who rushed over were all shocked by the Red Robe Ancestor and fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Xiao Feng hugged Wuming, looked at the red-robed ancestor who was covered in ferocious face and was getting closer and closer, and smiled bitterly: "Wuming, we all have to die. Don't mention whether we should leave or not. Let's go together on the road to the underworld."

"No..." Wuming struggled, trying to stand up, he wanted to stop the Red Robe Ancestor.

"You can't be a woman, right? I'm very moved, but I still have to die." The Red-robed Ancestor looked at Wuming, then after Li Se said that, he raised his right hand and was about to smash it down.

‘Bang’, at this moment, a loud bang came out, and even the ground on the underground palace trembled a few times. Everyone was shocked and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The thick stone door was broken, and a hole the size of a washbasin appeared in the middle, and gravel splashed out.

"Who." The spokesperson's face changed.

‘Bang’, another loud bang, the size of a washbasin became larger, and a fist passed through the stone door, and then the stone fell, and terrifying cracks appeared on the stone door.

‘Ticticaca’, the stone gate made a broken sound, and with a 'boom' sound, the stone gate collapsed, dust was flying, and a thin figure appeared on the stone ruins.

Everyone was a little dazed. What was going on? You are right? This is a person who broke the heavy stone door with his fists.

Even Xiao Feng was stunned and stared at the ruins of the stone. You know, he just fired a shot at the stone gate, and even the powerful death-chasing gun could not break through the stone gate.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the figures on the ruins became clearer and clearer. You could even clearly see the visitor holding a transparent sword as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Old, old guy." Xiao Feng's body trembled and he stared at the figure on the ruins in disbelief. Why did he come?

"Old Jing."

"Grandpa Jing."

Nangong Jian, Nong Qing and others also recognized the people, and they all felt like they were about to cry for a while. They knew that if Mr. Jing came, they would not have to die.

"Jing Moxian." The red-robed ancestor and Xi Du's faces changed drastically. They even subconsciously took a few steps back, with a deep fear and even fear flashing in their eyes... How could he appear here?

Old Jing walked in slowly. He looked at Xiao Feng, who was sitting on the ground, covered in mud and blood, and a cold light flashed deep in his eyes. Then he looked at the Red Robe Ancestor not far from them, and asked faintly: "You did it."

Mr. Jing’s attitude made the ancestor Hongpao very angry. He was too unfair to take himself seriously. Even if my Hongpao was not as good as you Jing Moxian, he was not a soft persimmon that he could just pinch.

"Yes, I did it..." Anyway, Jing Moxian has come, and the Red Robe Ancestor has also made his promise, "You..."

"Come here to get to die." Before the Red Painting Ancestor finished speaking, Mr. Jing raised the long sword in his hand, pointed the sword straight at the Red Painting Ancestor and said coldly.

"..." Many people are shocked now, especially Nangong Jian, who secretly sighed that Mr. Jing is still domineering as always, and it is estimated that the Red Robe Ancestor will be in danger.

"What, Jing Moxian, others are afraid of you, my Red Robe Ancestor is not afraid of you. If you want to fight, fight. Let me see how strong you are." The Red Robe Ancestor was furious.

"Go and get a weapon, I'll make you convinced."

The Red-robed Ancestor didn't dare to be too arrogant, so he took out his own weapon next to him, which was a somewhat strange cold weapon, like a sickle.

"Old guy, kill him, he killed Wuming." Suddenly, Xiao Feng's hysterical roar sounded, full of hoarseness and grief.

Sankha, Kuang Zhan and others trembled, Wuming died. They looked at Xiao Feng's arms, and the palpitations and lifeless eyes were closed at this time.

"It's just an ant, just kill it." The old ancestor of the red robe said coldly: "If an ant dares to hurt me, he will naturally kill it."

Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng and his hand holding the Seven-Star Sword also shook. From childhood to adulthood, he had hardly seen Xiao Feng lose his composure, so sad, so heartbroken...

"Ant, you are also an ant in my eyes." Old Jing was so murderous, just like the essence, that it enveloped the Red Robe Ancestor and launched a fierce attack at the same time.

"Kill." The old ancestor of the red robe shouted: "Xi Du, why don't you come and help me, let's kill him together."

"Okay." The spokesperson nodded suddenly and rushed towards Mr. Jing.

But Xi Du hesitated. He was defeated very badly at Jing Moxian's hands back then, and the shadow in his heart still exists. So when he saw Jing Moxian again, he didn't even have the courage to fight.

"If you don't do anything, he won't let you go." The Red-robed Ancestor roared.

"That's right, you three must die tonight." Old Jing's cold voice came out: "Let's go together."

Xi Du's body trembled, then gritted his teeth: "Jing Moxian, I'll fight you too." As he said that, he rushed forward.

Although he was very confident in Mr. Jing, even Nangong Jian showed a worried look when he came together. He didn't know how strong Mr. Jing was, but whether it was Western Poison or the Red Robe Ancestor, he was already one of the most powerful ranks in the ancient martial arts world.

‘Danglang’, the spokesperson’s weapon was cut off first, and then he saw him spitting blood and flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Fuck." It happened that the spokesperson fell not far from Wuhuan. Feeling the scorching pain on his arm, Wuhuan hated her teeth itched. Now he could not miss the opportunity to hit the dog in the water. He stepped on the spokesperson's face: "You fuck me crazy anymore, fuck your sister."

‘She’, Wu Huan kicked her but couldn’t help but feel relieved. She greeted the spokesperson’s face with her big foot, and she felt so happy.

The spokesperson is the weakest, and the remaining Xi Du and the Red Painting Ancestor are both very strong. Even Mr. Jing was under a certain pressure when facing the two of them. However, thinking of Xiao Feng's heartbroken appearance just now, his murderous intent surged in his heart, and he must kill them today.

The Red Painting Ancestor and Xi Du temporarily stabilized the situation, and the fear gradually disappeared. They felt in their hearts that Jing Moxian was not too strong, and they didn't think about it. They were all the strongest people in the row, and what kind of existence could fight against them one by one.

"Wu Ming... The old guy will avenge you." Xiao Feng hugged Wu Ming and tears fell: "You are gone, will I have no shadow..."

"Brother Feng, Wuming..." Jian Zhan and others stepped forward and asked carefully.

Xiao Feng seemed to have not heard their voices, and he was just talking and saying something to Wuming.

"Wu Ming, do you remember the first time we met? Haha, I never forgot..."

"I still remember that night, you said that you will hide in the dark from now on. As my shadow, my heart is really painful..."

"I haven't defeated you yet, how can you leave? Our promise, can't I realize it in my life?"

Wuming closed his eyes and breathed without breathing. At this time, he was no longer the terrifying number one, quietly.

"Scream." Old Jing let out a light roar, and the Seven-Star Sword brought a bunch of blood. The Red-robed Ancestor screamed in pain, and staggered back a few steps. A sword wound appeared on his chest.

"Kill." Old Jing was in power and refused to forgive him. He swung the Seven-Star Sword, quickly approaching the Western Poison and slashed down with one sword.

"Ah..." Xi Du screamed, his left hand broke with his wrist, and all the yellow powder in his palm fell into the air.

Some of the powder was spilled on the broken palm, and the originally red blood instantly turned black, showing that it was so toxic, while some of the powder was stained on his broken wrist. The same toxin burst out, causing him to stagger, unable to stand firmly, and he fell to the ground.

Xi Du naturally knew the horror of his poison. He didn't care about the pain, his face turned pale, and he wanted to use his complete right hand to extract the antidote, but Mr. Jing would not give him a chance at all.

"You will be retribution for poisoning people for the rest of your life, and dying on your own poison." Old Jing's voice sounded coldly.

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Chapter completed!