Chapter 101 Fei Bin's death

"Ha ha, Mr. Fei, it seems that your image in the eyes of these Songshan disciples is not very good," Luo Yuchen smiled and raised the Longquan sword again: "It's just that I'm a little curious. What did you do? This makes them so sad and disappointed. I can't wait for you to be early. Do you want to die?"

"You, you..." The Songshan disciples around him retreated one after another. When they exposed themselves, Fei Bin was already very angry. Now he was flirted with by Luo Yuchen, and almost couldn't get up in one breath! However, before he could speak, Luo Yuchen suddenly rushed forward and handed the Longquan sword to him! As a last resort, Fei Bin only had good luck and struggled to open Luo Yuchen's sword. With the other hand, he pulled out the sword behind him with his backhand and attacked Luo Yuchen several swords in a row!

In the continuous sound of Ding Ding, Luo Yuchen's offensive stagnated slightly, and his figure also paused a little. When Fei Bin saw this, he was immediately happy in his heart: "So it is that his internal skill is still at the level of three stars, but his swordsmanship is relatively good. I don't know what profound secret method is used to forcibly stimulate the sword spirit of the five-star level... "

He was slightly happy and thought he had found Luo Yuchen's flaw, but Fei Bin did not take advantage of the gap to fight back. Instead, he did not hesitate to take a few steps back and turned around and run away! But just as he wanted to turn around, a bright smile appeared on the corners of Luo Yuchen's mouth: "Hey, do you still want to run now?" You'd better keep it for me!"

The next moment, Luo Yuchen's feet paused, and his whole body suddenly chased in front of Fei Bin like a strong arrow from the string, brushing three consecutive swords to hit three key points on him! Fei Bin's eyes narrowed and quickly returned to the sword to resist, but this seemingly powerful and fast sword move was simply a false move. Without waiting for the two swords to fight, Luo Yuchen's figure had shaken behind Fei Bin, casually cut the thorns, and left two or three bloody and blood splashes on his body!

"Thirteen types of clouds and fog?" Fei Bin's voice is a little more sad than before, just like a trapped beast in a desperate situation doing the final struggle; "You've been cheating all the time! Ah, I'll fight with you..."

At this point, Fei Bin no longer expects to escape. Naturally, he is not stingy about Zhenqi at all. However, Luo Yuchen's advantages accumulated through a series of means are big enough that it is impossible to give him a chance to turn over. Therefore, although Fei Bin roared and used everything he learned without reservation, he still couldn't rush out of Luo Yuchen's sword net. He could only struggle to death...

Fei Bin's mouth has been making a sad roar, but his footsteps are firmly fixed in place, and he can only passively defend in vain. Luo Yuchen, on the contrary, has exerted his body and swordsmanship to the limit, but he walked around Fei Bin without saying a word, and the sword moves in his hand were constantly handed out.

And such a scene of movement, noise and silence intertwined can be said to be extremely strange, making the Songshan disciples not far away have a sense of unreal like a nightmare! However, several people who are closer can get enough information from other aspects to know that they are not dreaming, but this is not necessarily a good thing...

Drops of blood splashed out of the war circle not far away, hitting his hands and face heavily, bringing a burning feeling, but the confusion on Fei Bin's proud disciple Wan Daping's face became thicker and thicker, and his eyes became more and more lax. . Finally, when a small piece of fresh flesh and blood fell from the sky and hit his forehead, Wan Daping, who had been frozen for a long time, trembled. Suddenly, he woke up and suddenly let out a scream that was not inferior to Fei Bin. Then he rushed up with his red eyes and wielding his sword!

"It's just right!" Before Wan Daping rushed to him, Luo Yuchen shouted softly, and suddenly left Fei Bin and rushed up directly to him. Under the shaking of the wrist, Longquan Sword instantly left three clear sword shadows in the air, hitting different parts of Wan Daping's body.

After a moment, the two passed by, and Wan Daping's figure suddenly paused and stood still. When there was a soft sound, the "Songshan broad sword" in Wan Daping's hand fell to the ground, and then he saw a thin blood spring splashing out of his right wrist, left chest, and throat at the same time...

"Ah..." Wan Daping's body fell to the ground. At the same time, Luo Yuchen's footsteps had also rushed into the Songshan disciples who were still a little dull behind him. Then, as if a tiger had entered the flock of sheep, it instantly set off a large wailing scream among this group of Songshan disciples who were generally only two stars and three stars!

In the hot blood and the terrible remnants of broken arms splashing around, nearly 20 Songshan disciples, including eight or nine players, did not form any effective resistance at all and were slaughtered by Luo Yuchen cutting melons and vegetables. Until this time, Fei Bin, who was scarred all over his body and didn't know how many wounds were splashing blood at the same time, had not come to his senses. He was still nervously waving his sword out of thin air, and was also rapidly squandering his little remaining vitality.

And if you look carefully, you will find that Fei Bin's eyes are now tightly closed, and the round face has dragged out two long blood lines from under the corners of his eyes - obviously, his eyes have been blinded by Luo Yuchen...

After a few more minutes of madness, Fei Bin exhausted all his vitality. He fell to the ground softly and stopped breathing. Then, the sound of the system prompt also sounded: "Ding, you killed Fei Bin, a famous master of the Songshan School, and 23 Songshan disciples. Your Jianghu reputation +1500, you are in Song. The reputation of the mountain faction has decreased by 3,000 points, and your hatred with the Songshan faction has deepened.

All the Songshan disciples have been slaughtered, but Luo Yuchen, who was standing in a large area of horizontal corpses, did not relax his spirit. Instead, he tightened the dragon spring sword and gently shrugged his nose. His eyes suddenly turned to the depths of the forest and said loudly, "Two friends, since you are here, Would you please show up and see me?"

"Oh, how did you find us?" Before the words fell, two contrasting people, one tall and short, one fat and one thin, rushed out from the depths of the dark forest. Several ups and downs had reached the edge of this flesh and blood slaughterhouse and fell next to Fei Bin's body: "Come on, how did you find us?"

The fierce question is the one who is five feet tall and five feet around the waist, like a big round meat ball, quite a funny weirdo. However, the eyes radiating from his small eyes narrowed into thin lines did not feel happy at all. Instead, it only reminded Luo Yuchen of dangerous things such as blades and sword light. Relaxing the hand holding the sword a little, Luo Yuchen shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the opposite "thin bamboo pole" next to the big meat ball. Then he replied, "Isn't it easy to find out that you are not? The smell of wine on Mr. Qianqiuzu next to you is so strong that I can smell it a few miles away!"

"Huh, do you know Zu Qianqiu? Then you should also know who I am?" The big round meat ball was slightly stunned and looked up and down Luo Yuchen in surprise. Luo Yuchen didn't care. On the surface, he talked and laughed freely, but secretly began to seize the time to adjust his internal breath. "Of course, the Yellow River ancestor has always been as famous. Since he knows Zu Qianqiu, it is naturally impossible not to know the old man!"

"Haha, okay, okay, your little doll is good, and you finally have some eyesight!" The old man laughed, and his little eyes narrowed so that he could hardly see them: "Well, do you hear me, Zu Qianqiu? It turns out that the reason why we exposed our whereabouts is not because Laozi's light power has regressed, but because your old boy's smell of wine is too heavy, which is admitted by others. You There's no way to blame me anymore, right?"

Zu Qianqiu's image and the old man are just two extremes. This man is at least twice as tall as the old man, but it is estimated that he may not even have a quarter of the old man's weight. And the dirty, greasy and sour Confucian shirt hung on him, just like a dry skeleton shelf. A gust of wind blew, and his clothes fluttered, which made people worry that he would not be blown to the sky! Since his appearance, Zu Qianqiu's eyes have hardly stopped on Luo Yuchen, but turned around and carefully observed Fei Bin's body.

"Wow, this is Fei Bin, the big Songyang hand of the Songshan School. Don't the people of the Songshan School like to hurt people secretly? I didn't expect that today, the famous master of the Songshan School also died under the sneak attack of others. This is really a natural cycle and retribution..."

"Hey, old man, don't be happy too early. Although the smell of wine on me is heavy, it will only expose me alone. But just now, this boy insisted on the two of us! In this way, the smell of you old guy is not much worse!"

"Nonsense! Old man, I'm not like your ancestor Qianqiu. I don't know how to change a dress after wearing it for several years. Where does it smell from me? Zu Qianqiu sneered and suddenly raised his hand to Luo Yuchen. He sneered and said, "What do you smell? Why don't you ask this young hero Luo Wufeng to talk about it? After all, he just uncovered the hiding of the two of us at the same time!"

"Okay, Brother Luo, let's talk about it. Does the old man smell?"

Luo Yuchen frowned slightly and nodded, "Yes, this old gentleman, you also have an obvious smell of herbs!"