The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

At this time Bu Feihua took a serious look at the Wushuang sword in his hand. He came from Honghuang, and in his impression, most of Honghuang's long swords are Flying Swords, but such simple cold weapons are. Very rare.

But this Wushuang sword was different. It was just a casual wave of tightly, but it gave Bu Fei Fei a very smooth feeling.

"The sword is really good..."

Bu Feihua whispered.

At this time, he looked at the blood splattered on his body, frowning, showing a very disgusting expression.

But he was still very happy in his heart. After all, Wushuang Sword was in his hands. With this peerless Divine Armament, his strength would be a lot of Ascension.

But with this Wushuang sword in his hand, the meaning is completely different.

The Divine Armament weapon has a great bonus to martial arts, but when facing the enemy, if the opponent's weapon is not as good as the Wuyou, then even if the opponent's strength is more than the Jianyou, the Wuyou can rely on the power of Divine Armament to frustrate its edge.

It can even be followed by Divine Armament's sharp cutting off opponent's weapons, so as to achieve a one-hit kill.

Mingyue could see clearly, she saw Bu Feifan killing people in front of her with her own eyes, and she also saw Lonely Ming being cut off from her head by the sword of Bu Feifan.

Such a step is extremely unfamiliar, causing a cold feeling in Mingyue's heart for a moment. But at any rate, they are all children of Rivers and Lakes, with excellent psychological quality, and Mingyue's hands have also been contaminated with human life. Therefore, except for the initial discomfort and the unfamiliar moment with Bu Feihua, Mingyue has returned to normal.

But for a while, the disgusting feeling still made Mingyue cover her mouth.

After a while, Mingyue was better, but when he thought of the situation of the two and the future situation of Ming's family, Mingyue was extremely worried.

"What's wrong?"

Bu Feihua walked in front of Mingyue.

"It's okay, let's go!"

Seeing Bu Feihua walking with Wushuang sword, Mingyue immediately put all his thoughts on Bu Feihua's body.

In her opinion, this man needs much courage and courage for her not to take risks, and even for her to dare Wushuangcheng as an enemy.

As for Du Guming, what is it?

It's also on the same level as Step Extraordinary.

"So what he said is true..."

That sentence echoed in Mingyue's mind.

"If you don't like it, I will kill him for you."

What Bu Feifei said once again sounded in her ears, Mingyue raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, her eyes flickering softly, but she was unconsciously stunned.

"Let's go!" Mingyue said.

"good."

Bu Feifan pulled Mingyue towards the door of the room.

At this moment, a voice came.

"Young City Lord..."

It's the voice of a man.

Mingyue's expression changed immediately.

boom!

The door was pushed open.

A young man walked in with a fruit plate in his hand.

Click!

The fruit plate fell to the ground and the fruit rolled.

"who are you?"

The young man asked in surprise, then his expression changed, and he immediately turned his head to look around, but at a glance he saw the head rolling on the ground, bloody, it was Dugu Ming's head and still had a face.

"Young City Lord!" the young man shouted in surprise.

"Get out of the way!"

Bu Feihua pushed to the young man.

"Who are you? How dare to kill the Young City Lord of My Wushuang City!"

The young man said vigilantly.

"If I want to kill someone, I need you to ask?"

Bu Feifan said blankly.

"Young lady!"

Only then did the young man realize that the woman beside Bu Feihua turned out to be Mingyue, and he was immediately shocked.

"you……"

He stretched his fingers to the extraordinary and bright moon.

"What? As for such a surprise?"

Bu Feifan stared at the young man, "I know you, the parent and child of the sword head Nan Lin, is Duan Lang?"

Hearing Bu Feihua's name and origin of own, Duanlang's expression changed drastically: "Who are you on earth?"

"Don't be so surprised,"

Bu Feihua said nonchalantly: "Speaking of which, you have to thank me. If I hadn't killed this lonely song for you, how could you have become important in the eyes of the lonely party? And you are clearly happy now in your heart. Well, why do you deliberately pretend to be this angry expression? Is it really confusing for humans?"

"Also, to kill is to kill. It is obviously such a simple matter. In your opinion, why is it so complicated? The result is obvious, isn't it?"

Duanlang's body is cold, this man is terrible, not his martial arts, but his eyes, Duanlang has never experienced such a scene.

In front of this man, he seemed to be torn through all the disguise, and there was an illusion of being thoroughly seen through. ,

Bu Feifan pulled Mingyue and pushed Dalang away.

"I took Wushuangjian, and told Dugu that the waste, I killed the person. If you want revenge, just come to me."

"My name is Jian Zhanxian."

The footsteps went away, and Broken Wave stood in despair.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

Hearing the sound, Duan Lang recovered, and immediately slapped Own's chest with a palm, spouting a large mouthful of blood on the ground.

"Minger!"

A Daoist shadow jumped in, but when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, he was shocked and his face changed instantly.

The figure saved Du Guming's head, and it was extremely painful.

"Danglang, what's the matter!!"

"Why did my Minger die!!" The figure roared angrily, but it was the lonely one.

"Foster father." Duan Lang said respectfully, and then looked sad, "It's a man. It was too late when I came. He was about to leave with his young wife. I stepped forward to stop Nai but not enemy."

"A man?"

"Yes, he took away the young lady and Wushuang Sword."

"What!" Dugu's face changed suddenly.

"He said his name is Jian Zhanxian." Duan Lang said.

"Sword Devil..." Dugu Yifang said the name with a look of hatred, and then found that Duan Lang's expression was different.

"Lang'er, do you have anything to say?"

"Foster father..." Duanlang hesitated.

"Say!"

Duan Lang hesitated slightly and said, "Foster father, when I just came in, the young lady was very affectionate with the sword immortal, and they also took Wushuang sword, so Lang'er suspected that the death of Young City Lord was caused by their joint efforts... …"

"Join together for this?" The Dugu party immediately roared in angrily low voice: "What a Ming family, I don't think you dare to betray my Dugu family!"

"My poor Minger!" Dugu Ming held his head.

"Foster father, do you want Lang'er to send someone to chase him? It should be anxious to chase him now." Duan Lang said while looking at the lone party.

"No hurry." Dugu Yifang said with a grin: "As long as the old immortal of the Ming family is still there, Mingyue can't escape!"

"But……"

"No but." At this time, the Dugu side looked towards Duanlang, "Lang'er, are you injured?"

"Some minor injuries," Duan Lang reluctantly said, but his face was very pale.

"How could it be a small injury," the lonely party walked up to Broken Wave and held him on a chair.

"Ming'er is dead, now only you are your foster father, come and let me heal you."

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