"Aunt..."

Mother and daughter were connected. Feng Fei seemed to feel that her mother was also moving away from her, and tears fell from her eyes.

Sobbing and crying out in great sadness.

Song Mingyang looked disgusted and looked down at the little girl at his feet. Two murderous intentions flashed quickly in his eyes.

"Little girl, I will show mercy and let you live for three more days, and I will reunite your family after three days!"

Song Mingyang murmured softly, and kept making seals in his hands, not paying attention to Feng Fei on the ground.

He had no intention of letting Feng Fei go from the beginning.

After all, as the daughter of Feng Wuren and Luo Ying, only Feng Fei's death can arouse the resentment in their hearts to its peak.

But now is not the best time.

On the altar, as Song Mingyang continued to chant incantations, Luo Ying's eyes soon became completely emotionless.

At the same time, the two flying swords on either side of Song Mingyang suddenly burst into light.

When Song Mingyang saw this, he smiled and moved his hands quickly.

Wave after wave of powerful true energy emanated from his body, and immediately, the flying sword trembled suddenly, exuding an even more evil and powerful aura.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, two rays of cold light flashed past, and two flying swords shot out of the air, shooting out of the black mist.

"Fellow Taoist, I've been looking outside for so long, how long will I have to see you again?"

Song Mingyang turned around suddenly and looked in the direction of the flying sword.

There was nothing outside the black mist, but his eyes were firm, as if he knew someone was there.

The two flying swords, with two rays of rainbow light of different colors, seemed to be submerged in the mire as soon as they came out of the formation.

Under the influence of a majestic soft force, the two flying swords paused for a moment, then suddenly changed direction, flew back into the formation, and headed straight for Song Mingyang.

Song Mingyang's face didn't change, he raised his hand and gave a weak push in front of him.

The two flying swords stopped not far in front of him, and the recoil force exerted on the sword body also disappeared invisible at this moment.

At the same time, a figure wearing a green shirt slowly appeared.

The person who came was no one else, it was Su Twelve who came following the sound to save people.

Um?

This is...the late stage of foundation building?

After seeing clearly the cultivation level of the visitor, Song Mingyang's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression became solemn.

Although his expression was solemn, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed to the person and shouted: "Fellow Taoist has been standing outside for so long, is there something wrong?"

"Prying on others refining weapons for no reason is a taboo in the world of immortality!"

Outside the formation, Su Twelve stood proudly, his indifferent face showing no emotion.

"If it's okay, why do you think I'm here?"

A rhetorical question made Song Mingyang frown, "Fellow Taoist, you and I probably don't know each other."

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

While speaking, Song Mingyang's mind was spinning rapidly, silently thinking about when he had ever interacted with this person.

But no matter how you look at it, this is a strange figure.

Su Twelve slowly said: "I do have something to do. I want to borrow something from fellow Taoist."

Song Mingyang looked wary and asked: "What do you want to borrow, fellow Taoist?!"

Su Twelve said calmly: "I want to borrow your head!!!"

Hearing this, Song Mingyang's eyes turned cold, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his eyes.

"Huh? It seems... Taoist friend is deliberately looking for trouble!"

"However, I am not a talented person. I am the third elder of the Duanmu family and a disciple of Duanmu Burning Dragon. Are you sure you want to take action against me?"

"You and I have no grievances in the past, and there is no hatred in the past. If Taoyou leaves here, I can do nothing."

Song Mingyang quickly opened his mouth and moved directly to the mountains behind him.

After all, he is just the early stages of building a foundation. In the face of a master who builds a foundation in the later stages, even if he has a hole card, he is not afraid of the other party.

But if he couldn't do it, he was still unwilling to do it at will.

After all, when the Qianxie Sword Refining is the most critical time, it is still necessary to refine the sword.

"In this way, did you not borrow it?"

Su Shi continued to speak, looking at the formation in front of him, he did not move rapidly.

In fact, he has come here for a while.

When he saw Song Mingyang on the altar, and the two flying swords next to him and the grievances that appeared from the flying sword, Su Twelve had guessed the identity of the three.

Obviously, this is the so -called Master Songfu, and the soul after death, the unmanned couple in the evil soldiers.

And when he saw Feng Fei and the villagers in Xiaohe Village, Su Twelve had a secret breath in his heart.

He can see how painful Feng Fei and others are suffering. Others are okay. The little girl hurts like that, making him very distressed.

But distressed and distressed, you can't impulsses if you want to save people.

This method in front of me is slightly different from the weirdness that he has known in the past.

He can clearly feel that in the formation, the grievances are rushing to the sky, containing an extremely amazing evil energy.

Master Song Mansion was just built in the early stages of building the foundation. Such an opponent, even if he was injured in the sea, he would not look at it.

But plus this method, he had to treat him carefully.

After all, I was injured in the sea, so that he could not perform many methods and abilities in the foundation period.

The purpose of this trip is to save people.

Once you do it, if you cannot rescue Feng Fei and others in time, it will hurt everyone.

This result is not what Su Twelve wants.

Although the master of Songfu is a immortal, the life of this kind of person is insignificant in his twelve eyes, and he cannot follow Feng Fei. Even other villagers in Xiaohe Village are compared with.

At the time of speaking, the real Yuan of Su Twelve's body was surging, and the momentum was silent.

Although the observation time is not too long, he has a little grasp of this formation.

If so, Song Mingyang in the formation method can discover his existence.

The two of them spoke, Feng Fei, who was crying on the ground, had already stopped crying.

Looking up at the blurred figure that appeared in the air, Feng Fei clenched his fist, and his eyes flashed with excited tears.

When she saw Su Twelve, she wanted to shout excitedly.

But to her mouth, she swallowed it back.

Although Feng Fei is young, it is far more sensible than other children of the same age.

She knew very well that the sick uncle appeared here, and it must be to save her.

But now that he is so close to this bad guy, if you say it, you will not only let the other party know the origin of the sick uncle, but you may also be a drag on the sick uncle.

Feng Fei Mo silently, his body trembling slightly, in addition to excitement in his eyes, he also had infinite trust in his uncle's uncle.

After the uncle sickness ran again and again, after defeating the bad guy, the illness of the sick uncle was firmly imprinted in her mind, and became the hero who saved her in her heart.

Song Mingyang's face was cold, his face was ugly.
Chapter completed!