Smiling Proud Wanderer Chapter 16: Magic Sword

In the middle of the night, with the bright moon high, a teenage boy with blood all over appeared alone. Even though Sun Dazhong had experienced a lot of wind and rain, he still felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Songshan faction, I don't know what are you waiting for when I come to Huashan?" Yue Feng asked with a cold expression on his face and a slight surprise on his face. In his mind, the Songshan faction at this time should be dealing with the attack of the Demon Cult, how would it find trouble with Huashan.

Actually, the battle between the real and evil has just ended, and the news has not yet come. In addition, Yue Feng has been obsessed with martial arts practice, it is normal that he is not clear.

When Sun Dazhong heard what Yue Feng said, he couldn't help showing such an expression. He hesitated, his face suddenly became more respectful, and he said: "I don't know what the little brother has to do with the senior Feng Qingyang. I sent Sun Dazhong to visit Uncle Fengshi. At the beginning, Sun and Uncle Fengshi had a relationship with the younger generation. His demeanor is still unforgettable. I wonder if the younger brother can introduce him on his behalf."

The one-sided predestined he said will be true at that time, but he is absolutely unwilling to see the wind. In their minds, Feng Qingyang must be near, and Yue Feng must be Feng Qingyang's proud disciple. So in his tone, he has changed from an old predecessor to an uncle, in short, he is full of respect. Sun Dazhong speaks like this, just because he wants Feng Qingyang to spare his life.

However, seeing Yue Feng frowning slightly, he said: "In the Xia Huashan School, Yue Feng."

Sun Dazhong couldn't help being stunned. Yue Feng is Yue Buqun's son, he still knows this. However, in his impression, Yue Feng should still be a young child, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and it was really difficult to get in touch with the cold-blooded teenager in front of him.

Yue Buqun, as the head of the Huashan Qi Sect, has absolutely no relationship with Feng Qingyang. He still knows this. In this case, Feng Qingyang is definitely not the one who shot this time. If you say so, The Huashan School should have other old things.

Thinking of this, the chill in Sunda Center eased slightly, and still did not dare to neglect, his gaze was constantly shooting around to see if there were any martial arts masters hidden.

"You don't need to look, I killed these people." Yue Feng's cold voice came again: "It looks like you are the one who hurt my sister."

"Yes, I hurt the people." Sun Dazhong answered quickly without hesitation. In his capacity, he didn't even bother to conceal these little things. Otherwise, they will be looked down upon. Moreover, these things can't be concealed at all, as long as they are checked, they will become clear.

In fact, he couldn't help but regret secretly in his heart. Although he knew that the disciples of the Huashan School came to provoke during the day, he thought they were just ordinary disciples. He did not expect that the daughter of the head of Huashan Yue Buqun would come here in person. Otherwise, if you catch it, it will definitely be of great use.

Yue Feng finally showed anger on his face this time, and said: "That's it, let's pay your life over there."

A child in his teens dare to yell at him, a martial arts master who has been famous for more than ten years. The former Sun Dazhong would never believe it. But at this time, listening to Yue Feng's words, not only did he not feel a little ridiculous, but he felt a chill directly in his heart.

Shaking his head, Sun Dazhong barely suppressed this feeling. After all, he was just a child before his eyes. Even if he started practicing qigong from his mother's womb, his achievements would be limited after all, but he still didn't dare to take it easily.

Sun Dazhong is known as the wisest person in the Thirteen Taibao, and he is indeed well-deserved. As soon as his expression changed, he soon had an idea, and shouted to Yang Hao who was eager to try: "Hao'er, you go first and try his depth."

Yang Hao saw that it was a child, and he wanted to do it a long time ago in order to take the credit. But although his martial arts is not very good, his ability to observe words and colors has been cultivated to the point, otherwise he would not be loved by Zuo Lengchan. Seeing that Sun Dazhong was talking with Yue Feng just now, he tried his best to endure it. At this moment, when he saw Sun Dazhong's answer, he rushed over without hesitation.

He drew the epee behind his back and shouted: "Little thief, look at the sword." At the same time, the sword was raised high, preparing to slash from top to bottom, making a move to "strike Huashan." /

Yue Feng just drew his sword out of the sheath no matter how he shot it.

Sun Dazhong only felt a dimness in front of his eyes, and when he looked again, he saw that Yue Feng's body had not moved, but the sword was still in the scabbard. However, a sword mark suddenly appeared on Yang Hao's throat, and blood spurted out at the same time.

Yang Hao is not completely dead at this time, pointing to Yue Feng, his face is full of fear. Finally, he made an "Uh, uh" sound, and fell to the ground without taking a deep breath.

At this moment, the blood flowing out of Yang Hao once again contaminated Yue Feng. Yue Feng's expression did not change at all, but his face became paler. Even the hand holding the sword was very pale. Under the moonlight, you can even see the green stems hidden in the Tao.

And Sun Dazhong finally understood why those disciples would die so weird. With the swordsmanship in Yue Feng's hands, who can stop his sword? At the same time, Sun Dazhong also understood why the disciples died like this: death is not terrible, but he is afraid that he does not know how he died.

"You, go too, try his skills." Sun Dazhong also showed fear on his face, pointing to the remaining five Songshan disciples and said. Although he had seen Yue Feng take action, he still didn't see any doorway, and could only shout again.

When those Songshan disciples heard Sun Dazhong's yelling, they all went back in shock. In their eyes, Yue Feng at this time had already transformed into a devil. Dead in his hands, even the soul will sink into hell.

When Sun Dazhong saw this, he let out another curse, stepped forward, and kicked out the disciple Songshan who thought he was hiding in the end. The Songshan disciple flew out involuntarily and fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and there was no sound.

"Going up is also dead, and not going is also dead." Under Sun Dazhong's duress, the remaining four disciples rushed over although they were still trembling with fright.

One point, one stab, one split, one slash, Yue Feng shot again. This time it was still done in one go, and it was almost time to come. In an instant, all four Songshan disciples had fallen to the ground.

Watching this scene, Sun Dazhong couldn't help widening his eyes, his face was full of incredulous expressions. Because he just saw Yue Feng's feet move slightly, and then all four disciples had fallen to the ground. The only change was that the blood on Yue Feng's body became more and more pale, and his face became paler.

After a gust of wind, Sun Dazhong only felt a little chill in his body, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: Today, my Sun Dazhong may fall here.