C20 Laceration(part Ii)

Liu Feng was also curious about this winning sword art. Back then, he had also seen Mo Yi's sword art, but it was so different. The sword technique of the youth called Wen Qing was very different from the old man's. This was definitely related to the 'Butterfly's Defeat', which meant that the secret manual mentioned by the old man was a lie. It still existed in this world, so if one could not take the lives of the old man and the young man, then the secret manual would really be destroyed.

Wang Ying also jumped onto the roof and began to fight. He could feel that his body was slowly becoming weaker, and this was not going to work if this went on. His lips were already white, and blood was still flowing out of his clothes. The two men fell to the ground. Wang Ying rolled down from the roof and landed on the ground. Mu Ying flew down from the roof and landed beside Yan Wenqing and Xiao Lan. He squatted down with difficulty as he gasped for air, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. It was evident that he had used all his strength on the roof. Yan Wenqing called out to his master, and Xiao Lan quickly held onto his arm.

"Qing`er, hurry up and bring Miss Xiaolan away from here. Master will help you block it." When Xu Que spoke, his zhen qi was clearly lacking compared to before. After he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"No, I want to stay with Master and kill these arrogant people." He didn't have any intention of withdrawing because of this. He wanted to fight to the death with his master, but when he looked at Xiao Lan, who was standing to the side, there was no fear on Xiao Lan's face. Perhaps it was because Yan Wenqing's spirit and care for him made her unafraid.

"Hurry up and leave, this group of people is not easy to deal with. Don't throw your life away for nothing, go to the back of the mountain, they will definitely chase you." No matter what, you need to protect your life. "Remember, a great hatred cannot be avenged, a small grudge cannot be born, and danger will never be a place for you. The grudges in this world are endless, and you need a big heart to tolerate them." Ye Zichen's body slowly swayed weakly. He slowly pulled Yan Wenqing's hand onto Xiao Lan's, and said weakly, "Quickly take Miss Xiao Lan and leave."

"Master." Immediately, Yan Wenqing's tears began to flow. He was unbridled, his hands tightly grabbing onto Xiao Lan's wrist, perhaps he was making a promise to his master.

Ning Ying gently wiped away the tears on Yan Wenqing's face, "A man doesn't easily shed tears. "Hurry up."

Yan Wenqing wiped the tears off his face, picked up the treasured sword beside him, and ran into the house holding Xiao Lan's hand.

"Senior Lin, you should hand over the secret manual. This way, we'll both be fine. Isn't that right? Don't throw away your life." Liu Feng revealed his wolfish ambition and began to speak politely. But now, he was going straight to the point, his tone was extremely crafty.

"Hehe, my old man's life won't last long, but this old man isn't the type to take a bite like you." The girl leaned against the roof of the house with her sword, her white hair blowing in the wind, covering most of her face.

"He's already on the brink of death, yet he's still so stubborn."

"That will depend on how you take my old life." His body trembled along with his sword like a weak breeze. His wound was still bleeding, and the blood on the ground was still spreading. In the pitch-black night, blood was still hoarsely shouting, but there was no tension to break out of the cruelty and cruelty that assaulted his body.

When life was on the verge of death, it always showed the strongest and strongest side, the unbreakable rigidity of nothing.

Of course, Liu Feng had the confidence to kill him at this time, but he would not take the risk. He still had endless power to erupt, and he wanted to find out from his mouth the whereabouts of the 'Butterfly's Head', because in his heart, this life was far from being as valuable as the secret manual.

Ye Mo knew that his old life was buried here today, so he was willing to risk it all to kill these people. However, the reason he didn't make a move was to give Yan Wenqing and Xiao Lan a bit more time to get away.

Liu Feng and the rest only knew that the two of them had entered the room, but they didn't know that they had already stepped into the demon realm. His lips were white and trembling so badly that the sword he was holding was clanging loudly. Suddenly, he swung the sword in his hand with all his might, and the sword danced in front of him. The sword flew in a circle, only to be cut in half in the middle of the pillar of the house in front of him and sent flying towards Liu Feng.

Right at that moment, it was as if only the sound of wood splinters falling from the sky could be heard, the surroundings had become still, her hair was fluttering in the night, there was once again the sound of the wind, time had slowed down, walking very slowly, Liu Feng's fist was close to Ning Ming's body, copper colored arm, the sound of bone shattering, the fist had reached his chest, the law of the face, which was covered with lines and benevolence.

Blood dripped all over the night, red and glistening in the firelight.

"Catch that kid." The sound cut through the night.

Then the fire broke out and they burned the house.

The black thing flashed past him, and in an instant, the sky lit up with a light. Yan Wenqing stopped his hurried steps, he stared straight at the fire that was spreading endlessly in the night, and his knees went soft, kneeling in front of the fire.

"Master …" "Master …" Hysterical shouts pierced through the sky, as if they were calling to Xiao Ying in a dream. Was fate too cruel to him, taking everything away from him? Without holding back.

The whole forest began to howl. The wind blew through the treetops, and the fire slowly approached.

"Brother Wen Qing, quickly leave. Brother Wen Qing, they are chasing us." Xiao Lan forcefully pulled Yan Wenqing, who had tears flowing down her face, who was slumped on the ground. Yan Wenqing stuttered as she was unwilling to get up and leave, "I'm going to fight with them." His voice was filled with despair, and his face was filled with killing intent.

"We can't beat those evil people. Let's go, Brother Wen Qing. Grandmother is still waiting for us. " The fire was getting closer and closer. Xiao Lan's forehead was full of sweat as she desperately tried to pull at Yan Wenqing's arm.

Grandmother, yes, there was also Grandmother waiting for him. He had to find her and not worry her. Yan Wenqing quickly stood up and held Xiao Lan's hand as they ran into the darkness.