Chapter 313 The Sword in Hand

In the firelight, everything in the village gradually turned into ashes, and the air was full of a strange smell. The burning wood and the smell of burning human flesh mixed together made Feng Junyang feel the suffocation brought by this afternoon air.

The invincible was finally submerged in the thick smoke. Feng Junyang held the things she left behind tightly. He felt their weight. The invincible gave his family treasures to himself, which was equivalent to giving her unfinished career to himself.

"Let's go." Qing Lingzi urged, "While it's still early, let's find out if there are any other problems."

Feng Junyang took a sad look at the village that disappeared in front of them and picked up the invincible things. Suddenly, he shouted alertly and whispered, "Taoist priest..."

"What are you still struggling with?"

"Dao Dao, look!" Feng Junyang raised the invincible small lantern, and the small lantern shone brightly!

"This is an invincible little lantern. If it lights up, it may be nearby..." Before Feng Junyang's words were finished, the mahogany sword on Qing Lingzi's back suddenly came out of its sheath, circled over their heads and flew out sharply, pointing straight in front of them!

The image of Qing Lingzi flew out like a falcon.

"Puff!" The mahogany sword stabbed into an elm tree.

"Let him run away!" Qing Lingzi was so angry that he pulled out the mahogany sword and ran away, and Feng Junyang followed closely behind him.

Feng Junyang knew the mahogany sword, which was used after the little fox incarnated into the city. Later, she asked Qing Lingzi to transfer it to Feng Junyang. Feng Junyang borrowed it from Qing Lingzi for temporary use. Unexpectedly, it would be so powerful. Then it is really a treasure stolen by the little fox in the fairyland.

Qing Lingzi chased with his sword all the way. Feng Junyang followed him for a while. He felt so strange that there was nothing else in front of Qing Lingzi. What is he chasing?

After a while, the two chased a cliff in the back mountain of the village, and Qing Lingzi stopped under the cliff.

"Taoist priest, what are you chasing?" Feng Junyang asked, "I didn't find anything..."

"admonish..." Suddenly, his little lantern made a crisp sound and moved restlessly.

"He has entered the cliff." Qing Lingzi said angrily, "He is very fast and will hide. Of course, you can't see him. Look at your little lantern. He is restless. He is only a few dozen feet away, but the cliff is too high to go up."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know if it's Lang Si or that little thing. I only see the back and feel young." Qing Lingzi said, "We burned his village. He must be unwilling to harm us, but now we both have sharp weapons, and he dares not do it easily..."

"Just now, we are in a small mill. Lang Si was the owner of that mill before his death. This person must be Lang Si! Others will not risk appearing in the sun at this time!" Feng Junyang said decisively, "Only he guards his nest."

"We will not come out to guard Lang Si in this way, but we are at a disadvantage at night. At night, it is the time when vampires are active, and we are passive and difficult everywhere. At this time, it is the best time to lead him out and annihilate him." Qing Lingzi said, reading words, and the mahogany sword in his hand began to shine fiercely.

After a gust of incomprehensible spell, Qing Lingzi shouted, "Yes!" The mahogany sword flew out and rushed up the cliff like a flash of lightning.

"Ah!" They heard a strange cry, as if the man had been stabbed by a sword, but the sound became smaller and farther and farther.

"There is a cave on that cliff!" Qing Lingzi said urgently.

Feng Junyang looked at the cliff and saw that there was indeed a black thing, which must be the mouth of the cave. If the vampire Lang Si hides in the cave and comes to reinforce at dark, it will be difficult for them to do.

He looked around and was surprised to find that there were several thumb-thick rattans hanging down from the cliff on the right. He grabbed several of them and tried them. They were very strong and reliable, so he threw the things in his hand on the ground, grabbed the rattan, and rushed up like a monkey!

The spell of Qing Lingzi continued, and the sound of impact came from time to time from the mahogany sword on it. The vampire had not had time to escape and was still resisting the sword spirit.

Feng Junyang "swished" and reached the cliff a few times. Sure enough, there was a small platform, next to a big black hole, and then a little light could be seen. Inside, a man in a big black hat was dodging left and right against a mahogany sword.

"Lang Si!" Feng Junyang shouted, "It's said that ghosts don't harm your family, but you killed the people in your whole village. Before your death, the villagers believed you and gave you a chance to reform, but you did such cruel things and destroyed the whole village. People like you should go to the 18th floor of hell!"

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and his handsome words obviously distracted him, and he was almost injured by the mahogany sword.

When Feng Junyang saw him dodging left and right, he paid special attention to protecting his left chest, while his left hand was obviously not as sharp as the right hand. Feng Junyang guessed that his left side was injured, and he was very concerned about protecting his heart.

He flew forward and took down the mahogany sword. The mahogany sword seemed to be very obedient and seemed to have found his master. In the handsome hand, he looked obedient and did not feel strange at all. Feng Junyang secretly shouted the little fox in his heart, and did not dare to neglect it at all. He stabbed the right chest of the man in black with a sword!

The man in black was stunned and instinctively used his right hand to block the sword. In this gap, his left side was exposed!

Feng Jun raised his eyes and quickly, shaking his hand. The wooden sword gently picked out a soft pattern, and the sword pointed straight to the left chest of the man in black.

The man in black did not know that the previous move was false, but the latter move was murderous and hurried to deal with it, but it was too late.

Feng Junyang felt a softness in his hand. After a muffled sound, the mahogany sword stabbed the man in black.

"Ah...ah..." He shouted, and a stream of black and purple blood dripped down his chest.

"You...don't be happy too early!" He staggered a few times and stood firmly against the stone wall. The hat on his head was knocked off by the protruding stone. He said fiercely, "My son will avenge me..."

The light of the small lantern around his waist shines on the man's face. Yes, he does have a handsome face. As the fat woman on the train said, he is a handsome descendant.

"You are indeed Lang Si!" Feng Junyang said, "Tell me the whereabouts of your son quickly, or he will end up like you. It's too late to stop him now..."

"Haha...haha..." Lang Si laughed, and the laughter became smaller and smaller, and the light of his eyes in the darkness gradually faded away.

Feng Junyang pulled out his sword, and Lang Si fell to the ground crookedly.

At the moment Lang Si fell, a person suddenly flew out of the dark hole! The man was more vigorous. He passed by like a bat and blew a cold wind.

He picked Lang Si up like a dragonfly and was about to fly back to the cave. Feng Junyang drew his sword and pointed straight to the man's heart. Without saying a word, there was a sharp stab.

The man was shocked and used Lang Si in his hand as a shield to avoid it. The injured Lang Si really helped the man a lot. Several fatal blows were blocked by Lang Si alive. He thought that Lang Si was also a sword wound, and it was impossible to recover.

Feng Junyang felt strange that Lang Si was dead. This man came out to save him, but he wanted to use Lang Si's body as his shield. What is this for?

Snatch back Lang Si's body? Let Lang Si's son see Lang Si, who is full of wounds, arousing his resentment against human beings?

It must be so!

But what makes Feng Junyang more strange and surprised is that the way this person avoids is so familiar. So that the other party knows what he is going to do next, and the other party seems to have done a good way of defense.

He was suddenly shocked, and some childhood scenes appeared in front of him.

When he was a child, he was in poor health. A Taoist priest wanted to take him to become a monk, but Feng Wenbai refused. Feng Wenbai knew that Feng Junyang's qualifications were not good, but he only had such a son. So Feng Junyang woke up Feng Junyang every morning. The two of them practiced with wood instead of swords.

Of course, he doesn't want Feng Junyang to practice good martial arts. The father and son are not a move, which is very funny to outsiders. Feng Wenbai does not pay attention to moves. As long as the little Feng Junyang can get up early for morning exercise, it is enough to have a strong body.

At that time, every morning was the warmest time for father and son.

Feng Wenbai always plays the bad guy. Feng Junyang is a righteous man. He will find his father from the chaos with a sword, and then "curse" a few words before starting a fierce battle. He is the attacking side, and the father is the defending side. Almost every morning's moves are the same, and almost every morning's results are the same. Feng Junyang is the winner. Feng Wenbai is always defeated. Like a defeated chicken, he was led by his beloved son to his wife for credit. His wife smiled and opened her face, and then The family has a happy breakfast...

At this moment, these familiar moves were taken out by him for urgent use, but the other party also took out his father Feng Wenbai's moves for defense...

The mahogany sword stopped in his hand.

But he did not take back the sword, but put the peach sword on Feng Wenbai's neck with his specific moves like every time he defeated Feng Wenbai.

He said sharply, "Why? Why are you still doing this?"

The man slowly took down his hat and mask, and Feng Junyang was completely desperate. This man was really his father Feng Wenbai!

"Why! Why did you lie to me!"

"I don't regret dying in your hands." Feng asked Bai Bolan calmly, "Like when you were a child, do it. I will always be your loser, whether before or now, I am willing to.

Fengwen Bai's unsurprised appearance, much like the former Ye Xuanji! He actually has the same temperament as Ye Xuanji!

"Don't think I dare not! Don't impress me with your pretentious feelings!" He was so excited that the mahogany sword in his hand also trembled.

He knew that as long as he tried a little harder, Feng Wenbai would put his head in a different place.

"You dare, I know you dare. Do it." Feng Wenbai slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for the moment when Feng Junyang took action.