Chapter 63: Soft persimmon?

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"Feiyun Sword Technique, you are a disciple of Feiyun Sect, stop it."
Bloody hand Wu Mo exclaimed.
"You say stop, stop?"
Your son sneered and Jianguang kept on pushing Wu Mo back.
Poof!
In the end, your son's sword light left a long wound on Wu Mo's arm, blood flowing.
Only then did your son stand with his sword and proudly said: "This time is to give you a lesson, the next time is death! Remember, I am Xu Feiyun, the core disciple of Feiyun Zong. What hand? In my Feiyun Zong's eyes It's trash."
"It turned out to be the core disciple of Fei Yunzong. No wonder that with such strength, this Wu Mo is really looking for abuse."
Lu Ming suddenly, then shook his head and smiled slightly.
In the eastern part of the raging empire, the Xuanyuan Sword School is naturally the supreme overlord.
But in addition to the Xuanyuan Sword School, there are actually other denominations. These sects are naturally different from the Xuanyuan Sword School. I don’t know how much, but compared to some loose repairs, or some small families, there are A lot stronger.
Feiyunzong is such a sect.
"you..."
Was scolded by a young man in his twenties in public, Wu Mo's face was extremely ugly, white and white, but he was afraid to let him attack Xu Feiyun.
Suddenly, he looked at Lu Ming and said coldly: "Boy, what did you just shake your head and laugh at? Did you laugh at me? You dare to laugh at me just because of you little bastard? I slaughter you."
call!
Then he slapped and slammed towards the landing.
Since he lost face on Xu Feiyun, he found it back on Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's eyes were cold, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, watching Wu Mo's palm, motionless.
"Stop it!"
Wu Mo passed the cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
"This kid is scared."
One of the three ghosts in Yinshan shook his head.
At this moment, a sword light flashed out, the snow-white sword light cut through the air, faster and colder than Xu Feiyun's sword light just now.
Poof!
Blood flashed, followed by Wu Mo's screams.
"Ah, my hand!"
Wu Mo screamed back, and one of his palms had disappeared.
Of course, his palm was cut off by Lu Ming with a sword.
A quick sword, a ruthless means.
The others in the hall shivered, and all looked solemnly at Landing.
It seems that he is only fifteen or six years old, and he can cut off the palm of the hand Wu Mo with a sword, so terrible strength.
"Ah, who are you? Who are you?"
Wu Mo shouted sternly.
"Xuanyuan Jianpai, Lu Ming, if you want to take revenge, you can go to Xuanyuan Jianpai to find me, now, get me away!"
Lu Ming shouted.
"What? Xuanyuan Sword School!"
Others were shocked in their hearts, and then suddenly appeared.
It turned out to be a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword School. No wonder they have such strength.
Even Xu Feiyun, who was originally proud, was honest at this time.
"A disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword School, haha, I admit it."
Wu Mo smirked.
For him, the Xuanyuan Sword School is the Big Mac. If he didn't want to die, it would be impossible to avenge Lu Ming in this life.
Wu Mo picked up his broken hand and rushed out of the hall in disarray, disappearing.
"Xuanyuan Sword School?"
Above the main hall, the second elder's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Haha, it turned out to be the young hero of the Xuanyuan Sword School, disrespectful and disrespectful."
The gray-haired old man first clenched his fists and said politely.
Then several other people also got up and clenched their fists.
Lu Ming smiled slightly, and when he returned, he sat down.
"Haha, I didn't expect this time there are heroes of the Xuanyuan Sword School. I didn't even know my Zhu family's mission card. It was also collected by the Xuanyuan Sword School. But this is better. We have a bigger grasp this time. Some, well, now, let's go."
Zhu Chuan laughed.
Everyone nodded and followed Zhu Chuan out of the Zhu family.
Outside, the Zhu family is ready.
A carriage, dozens of Zhu family guards, and more than a dozen green scale horses.
"This carriage is my Miss Zhu's family."
Zhu Chuandao.
Everyone nodded and rode on the blue-scaled horse. Zhu Chuan ‘started’, and dozens of green-scaled horses made a ‘rumbling’ sound, and the group headed towards the Dark Blood Mountain.
Zhu Chuan traveled together.
Yuekong City is more than ten days away from the Dark Blood Mountain.
The crowd hurried during the day and rested at night.
Three days passed.
These three days, it is very calm, because it is the most dangerous because it is close to Dark Blood Mountain.
Because of the proximity to the Dark Blood Mountain and the desolate terrain, there are various robbers, horse thieves, etc. dormant.
The fourth day, late at night.
Lu Ming sat cross-legged in a temporary tent, meditating and practicing.
"what!"
Suddenly, a scream of sorrow sounded, and it seemed exceptionally abrupt in the quiet night.
Uh!
Lu Ming opened his eyes instantly and rushed out like a gust of wind.
Uh! Uh! ...
Obviously, not only him, but others were also alarmed and rushed towards the source of the sound.
It was a huge tent, and Miss Zhu's carriage stopped here.
Lu Ming, Yinshan Three Ghosts, Xu Feiyun and others arrived almost simultaneously.
Outside the tent, a figure fell there.
It was the old man with gray hair, but at this time, his heart was pierced by a short gun, and there was no breath.
Everyone frowned.
In the past few days, everyone has known each other. The old man is Chen Xin, who uses a short gun.
And now, this old man was actually pierced into the heart by his short gun.
"what happened?"
Zhu Chuan hurriedly came, seeing this scene, his face changed greatly.
"Forbes, what's going on?"
Zhu Chuan shouted.
In the tent, an rickety old man walked out, trembling at this time, and said: "The second elder, the subordinates don't know what's going on? Just heard a scream, and the scared subordinates dare not come out to check And then you will come."
"There are almost no signs of fighting here, and although Chen Xin's cultivation base is not very high, there are also Wushu's five-peak peak cultivation base. Who can make Chen Xin have little resistance, and kill him with his own short gun?"
The boss of the three ghosts of Yinshan said with a solemn face.
Several others frowned, thinking.
"Will it be the Zhou family?"
Zhu Chuan suddenly changed his face.
"Zhou Family, what Zhou Family?"
Xu Feiyun asked.
"This... don't hide from you, we Zhu family, there is a dead rival, the Zhou family, this Zhou family has been fighting with Zhu Jiaming for decades, everyone wants to destroy each other, this time, if the Zhou family knew me Zhu The ancestor of the family is seriously injured, and it is not necessarily necessary to send someone to stop us from escorting the elixir."
Zhu Chuan explained.
"There is such a thing? Elder Zhu Er, you did not explain this when the Zhu family issued the task, and now there is one more week out of thin air? Home, the danger is rising sharply, no, I think this task is still to be discussed."
The boss of Yinshan Sangui changed his face.
"Not bad!"
Xu Feiyun also nodded.