"A friend came from afar, but unfortunately, I am not a friend!" Bai Ruoli shouted coldly, he came to kill Li Zongsheng!

The sea of ​​​​begonia flowers surged like an overwhelming river. They seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, their whole bodies twitching, and countless pink, light red, and snow-white petals fell to the ground.

Those in full bloom, those in bud, and those that have withered. Every flower is trembling in the breeze. There is no wind, and the flowers are moving like a tide. Li Zongsheng squinted and looked around, feeling that the world was becoming gloomy.

As far as the eye could see, the endless crabapple trees seemed to grow taller and taller, completely covering the entire blue sky.

The Fifth Young Master of Soul Devouring all practices illusions, and they rely on the illusions they create to kill people.

Killing is invisible. Many times, the targets they assassinate don't even know they are in their dreams.

The illusion that Bai Ruoli learned was called the Formation of Thousand Shadows. Deep in it, thousands of phantoms would be seen, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false. This is how Li Fei died.

"Friends have a very broad meaning." Li Zongsheng didn't seem to be in a hurry, and his bearded face was beaming with smiles.

"Enemies can also be friends, and those who have fought against each other count. As long as I can remember your name, it counts." Li Zongsheng continued to speak eloquently.

"Oh, by the way, young man, what did you call him?" He scratched his head and seemed unable to remember his name.

"Hmph, I want to see if you, who haven't drawn a sword in ten years, can defeat my Thousand Shadows Formation!" Bai Ruoli thought Li Zongsheng was playing with him, so he just shouted coldly and took a step forward.

Thousands of white figures appeared in the jungle of the sea of ​​​​begonia flowers, each with Bai Ruoli's sinister face.

Their movements were uniform and they drew out the silver swords at their waists at the same time.

Each silver sword shone with a dazzling cold light, and the sharp sword tips were all pointed at Li Zongsheng, who was surrounded in the center.

He was not in a hurry, took out the wine gourd from his waist and poured a full sip into the bottle.

"Don't you feel tired when you make so many illusory things? What's fake is fake and will never become real." Li Zongsheng took back the wine bottle and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Death is imminent, and you are still talking so many truths. Today is the day when I, Bai Ruoli, will become famous. When I take your head and go back to the Hall Master to claim credit and receive rewards, I will be the protector of Rakshasa Hall in the future.

!" Bai Ruoli's originally handsome face became distorted, and his whole body was trembling with joy.

Every Bai Ruoli was smiling, and their laughter seemed mysterious and terrifying in the jungle full of begonia flowers.

After he finished laughing, the silver sword in his hand made a harsh buzzing sound and stabbed straight towards Li Zongsheng, like a blooming white peony that closed again in an instant.

Thousands of light and shadow, thousands of sword energy, each one is extremely real, but only one of them is real.

Li Zongsheng slowly closed his eyes, as if he was ready to wait for death.

"You young people are so naive!" The corners of Li Zongsheng's mouth slowly raised. This was the only time he smiled truly comfortably in so many years.

Bai Ruoli saw this smile, under the blooming crabapple flowers

, Li Zongsheng’s smile actually looks so handsome.

But it's no use. In a few seconds, this handsome head will be separated from his dirty body!

A bunch of blood spurted out, like a blooming begonia flower.

Bai Ruoli's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and thousands of white shadows turned into light smoke and disappeared.

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Bai Ruoli looked at his chest, where the blooming flowers bloomed. He raised his head again and looked at the smiling Li Zongsheng in front of him in disbelief.

From beginning to end, he remained where he was.

"How... is it possible?" He didn't even reach out to block the wound, but let it flow.

Bai Ruoli knew that even if he blocked the wound, it would be useless. This sword had completely cut off his heart.

Sword! But Li Zongsheng doesn’t have a sword at all!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Bai Ruoli asked hesitantly, using up his last bit of strength.

Li Zongsheng gently stretched out his hand and caught a piece of green fallen leaf.

"This is not swordsmanship." He looked at the delicate fallen leaves in front of him and answered Bai Ruoli's last question.

"Isn't it a sword?" Bai Ruoli smiled bitterly, but as soon as the corner of his mouth cracked, his whole body fell heavily to the ground like a sandbag, and fallen leaves accumulated on the ground.

There are more and more falling Begonia flowers and leaves, as if they will not stop until the bare branches are exposed.

"The begonia flowers have all fallen, and it seems like an old friend has arrived." Li Zongsheng watched Bai Ruoli's body slowly being buried by the flying leaves and flowers, and lightly threw the leaves in his hand on the ground.

"Since the girl is here, why don't you come down and meet her?" He shouted again suddenly, just like when Bai Ruoli followed him.

Ji You, who had been hiding on the roof tiles, was shocked. Li Zongsheng's cultivation level was higher than hers, but she carried a magic weapon in the Tianji Pavilion that could hide her cultivation level. Logically speaking, she would not be discovered.

Ji You was already there when the two of them fought, but she just watched quietly. Even if he was surrounded by Bai Ruoli's Thousand Shadows Formation, she just clenched her fist.

"It seems that the number one person on the gold list that year really lived up to his reputation. He killed the fifth young master of Rakshasa Hall so easily." Ji You flew down from the wall courtyard and slowly landed on the ground. What she said was actually different from that of Bai Ruoli.

No different.

"It's far, far away!" Li Zongsheng shook his head with a smile. When he saw the woman in front of him, he was a little shy and looked away inadvertently.

I just don't know if he means that Bai Ruoli's strength is far behind him, or that his own strength is far behind what it was back then.

Ji You didn't speak again, just looked at Li Zongsheng in front of her quietly.

The breeze blew by, flowers were flying all over the ground, and the atmosphere in the air seemed a bit ambiguous for a while.

"Thank you so much for your help in the matter of Yanliu Pavilion!" Li Zongsheng clasped his hands and broke the awkward situation.

"So you weren't drunk at that time?" Ji You raised his eyebrows, but she didn't expect that he, who seemed so drunk, actually knew what happened at that time, "Although I helped

You, but I’m afraid they can’t do anything to you!”

"No, no, no, I'm really drunk, but I'm just intoxicated by the girl's beauty." Li Zongsheng opened his mouth and showed an improper smile.

"I'm wearing a bamboo hat, how do you know I'm beautiful? You're not lying to the little girls, are you?" Ji You pursed her lips and smiled.

There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. Among the thousands of flowers, her smile can be regarded as peerless, but Li Zongsheng cannot see this smile that captivates the country.

"The girl has a heart of a Buddha and her voice is so pleasant. She must be a fairy and a beauty even if she looks like one! Why do you have to cover her face?" Li Zongsheng smiled like a gangster, as if laughter was about to flow from the corner of his mouth in the next second.

"Then Master, do you really want to see the face of the slave family?" Ji You chuckled, her voice captivating.

"Is that okay?" Li Zongsheng looked impatient, and stretched out his hand to lift the hat off her head.

Ji You didn't say yes, but she didn't stop him either. She just stood there and quietly looked at Li Zongsheng's slender fingers reaching towards her.

Two inches, one inch... Ji You could already feel Li Zongsheng's fingertips touching the gauze in front of her.

But he stopped, and within a short distance, he could obviously take off her hat.

"Young gentleman, ladies are so jealous, but I'm not a gentleman, so let's forget it!" Li Zongsheng suddenly bared his teeth and withdrew his hand.

He started to change the poem randomly again, but Ji You understood this sentence.

"I already have another woman in my heart, so no matter how beautiful the girl is, I'm not interested." After Li Zongsheng finished speaking, he left at a slow pace and never looked back.

Ji You was left standing there dreamingly, looking at his leaving figure. For some reason, she felt relieved in her heart.

"Since the young master already has someone in his heart, why do you still go to the brothel?" She suddenly shouted, and Li Zongsheng's figure had not gone far.

"Who said that if you go to a brothel, you must be a prostitute? You can also drink!" Li Zongsheng stopped, leaving her with a side face, and thought seriously.

"Besides, anyone who is targeted by your Tianji Pavilion will not have a good life! So girl, don't follow me anymore." Li Zongsheng's mouth curved in a slender arc.

His figure completely disappeared into the alley covered with crabapple flowers.

Ji You stood there, letting the petals fall on her shoulders and the wind blowing through her skirt.

A crystal clear teardrop slipped from the gauze and landed lightly on the delicate petals of the crabapple.

Li Ji Knife is spread in a small alley that is not very busy, so even if there is no sound of forging in the past, few people will find it.

Footsteps of different shades came from outside the fence at the door. The leader was a disciple in white. He was majestic and held his head high. He was Prince Han, an inner disciple of Elder Nangong Quan.

Behind him were several outer disciples in green robes, and another disciple in green robes was walking side by side with him, chanting something right in his mouth.

This disciple looks quite familiar, surprisingly he was the one half a day ago

Ling Yunfeng who killed Li Fei!

"Senior Brother Wang, just ahead is Tiandu City's reporting point, Li Ji Knife Shop. Isn't it easy to remember?" Ling Yunfeng smiled naively, not knowing at all that the owner of Li Ji Knife Shop was already dead and the murderer was

Become someone like him.

"There are many people in Tiandu City, but this place is quiet and elegant for blacksmithing." Prince Han thought for a moment, "This is a good way to hide from others."

"Yes, the owner of Li Ji Knife Shop is an upright and honest man. He said that the luckiest thing in his life is to be able to work for the Tianshan Sect, so he will dedicate himself to the Tianshan Sect until his death. But if he can cultivate to the level of the Tianshan Sect again,

It couldn't be better." Ling Yunfeng did not forget to say a few more good words for Li Fei.

"Well, very good. I will report his affairs to the master when I go back today. It will not be a problem to reward him with a piece of Huangjie Mental Technique." Prince Han naturally understood what Ling Yunfeng meant.

For lay disciples, even a yellow-level high-grade mental method is enough to make them die.

"You are going to return home soon. Have you ever regretted not cultivating to the Golden Immortal level?" Wang Zihan paced slowly and turned to ask Ling Yunfeng.

"Hey, senior brother is joking. I know that my cultivation talent is not high. People say that I can only become an immortal for five years, but I have been here for more than ten years." Ling Yunfeng shook his head and sighed, and his steps slowed down.

"When I was young, I was ignorant. I left my hometown for the illusory path of cultivating immortality. I thought I could dominate the world. Unexpectedly, I have practiced for almost twenty years and still achieved nothing. My parents at home are probably old. If I don't go back to support them,

, I'm afraid I will be scolded by my neighbors for being unfilial." A wry smile appeared on Ling Yunfeng's lips.

Calculated by grade, his parents are probably in their fifties or sixties. For ordinary people, they don't have long to live. Therefore, Ling Yunfeng should go back, otherwise he may regret it for the rest of his life.

"Is there no one else in your family?" Wang Zihan was a little surprised.

"Yes, my parents only gave birth to me. My neighbors always said that I was naughty and advised them to raise an honest child, but they refused. Even if I stubbornly wanted to become a disciple of the Tianshan sect, they clearly refused to give up.

I also agree." Ling Yunfeng said and pulled out the close-fitting cotton wool from his Tsing Yi.

"My mother stayed up late at night and weaved this piece of cotton wool with tears. My father cooked dozens of flatbreads for me overnight, worried that I would be hungry on the road. I originally thought that if I couldn't pass the test, I would just go back, but I didn't expect that I would just go back.

Passed three levels." Ling Yunfeng stuck out his tongue and laughed.

Wang Zihan looked at Ling Yunfeng's cotton-padded coat at the collar. The pinholes were so fine that he could tell that he had put a lot of effort into it.

"It's so beautiful." He praised sincerely.

"Really!" Ling Yunfeng pulled up his collar again proudly.

"Boss, come and pick up the custom-made sword!" Just as they were saying this, the group of them had already reached the door. Ling Yunfeng was about to go home. He was in an unusually good mood and shouted loudly towards the back door.

But there was no reply for a while. Ling Yunfeng listened carefully and couldn't even hear the sound of iron.

"Hey, it's really strange. It's not like that, so you have to stop work so early?" Ling Yunfengnao

He scratched the back of his head and looked at the sky.

Just as a ray of sunset swept over the sky, the busy market was still noisy!

The group of them walked into the back door and saw only a red iron ingot being burned in the furnace. The original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.

"The accounts must be counted in the front room, and the accounts must be counted in the front room." Ling Yunfeng felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly justified himself and walked towards the main room.

Prince Han frowned slightly, feeling something bad in his heart.

"Li Fei, look who's here..." Ling Yunfeng opened the door happily, wanting to surprise Li Fei.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw blood all over the dark ground.

"Ah!" He had never seen such a scene before and screamed in fright.

"Don't move!" Wang Zihan yelled and rushed forward.

The few Tsing Yi disciples following him became alert and looked nervously in all directions.

Li Fei's head was tilted to one side, and his death state was extremely miserable. The separation of his body was neat and smooth, as if it had been chopped by a sharp knife.

"Look at the blood stains. He has been dead for two or three hours." Wang Zihan gently touched the solidified blood stains with his finger and frowned.

"Who killed him? Who killed him?" Ling Yunfeng did not expect that he would soon return home in glory, and his contact person who he had worked with for many years would die in front of him.

Originally, Ling Yunfeng came to say goodbye to him today and hand over the task, but he didn't expect that Li Fei was already dead.

"I don't know either." Prince Han shook his head slowly. He stared at Li Fei's frightened eyes, trying to see what was inside.

But there was nothing but dilated pupils.

"But judging from this method, he must be an immortal cultivator, and his strength should be that of a lower immortal or a golden immortal." Wang Zihan checked the wound, and his eyes drifted towards Ling Yunfeng intentionally or unintentionally.

"Senior brother, it's not me, it's definitely not me!" Ling Yunfeng thought that Wang Zihan was doubting himself, so he quickly backed up crazily, swinging his palms like a fan.

"I didn't say it was you." Wang Zihan originally thought it was nothing, but Ling Yunfeng's forced explanation made him suspicious.

He is a disciple of Nangong Quan, and he is not very familiar with Ling Yunfeng, so naturally he cannot trust him easily.

"If you want to know who the murderer is, there is another way." Prince Han pondered.

"What can I do?" Ling Yunfeng's voice sounded a little trembling, which was a sign of guilty conscience.

"Every inner disciple has learned the art of soul analysis. I'm not very proficient in it, but I know a little bit about it." Prince Han bent down.

"Fortunately, he has only been dead for two hours. If it had been longer, I'm afraid the murderer really wouldn't be found." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grasped it in front of Li Fei's revelation. A crystal clear finger shone with colorful luster.

The beads appeared in his palm.

"Huh, I can only extract a few sporadic memories, I don't know if they are enough." Prince Han took a deep breath, as if he had consumed a lot of energy.

He injected true energy into the ball of light, and a picture appeared out of thin air.

"Boss Li, I'm here to pick up the custom-made sword!" Ling Yun called from outside the house.

The cry of the wind.

"Great!" Li Ji put down the sword in his hand, wiped his hands and walked out.

Standing in front of him was the smiling Ling Yunfeng! Prince Han continued to watch in surprise. He didn't know when Ling Yunfeng had arrived.

"Senior Brother Ling is here so early?"

"This matter is of great importance. Go find a piece of paper and write it down..." Ling Yunfeng in front of him looked a little anxious.

But as for what the big deal was, Prince Han could no longer extract it.

"But Senior Brother Ling, you know I can't write, but I can knock iron."

"It's okay, you go get the pen and I'll write." Ling Yunfeng waved his hand stubbornly.

In the next scene, the world was spinning and everything around him instantly became pitch black.

Prince Han was shocked. He knew what happened next without even thinking about it. Ling Yunfeng must have killed Li Fei, but why? He didn't know.

"Come here, give me Ling Yunfeng quickly..." Prince Han turned around. He was about to tell the disciples following him to arrest Ling Yunfeng, but he found that he had disappeared.

"Where are the others?" Prince Han glared at the few disciples following him.

"Brother Ling said he had an urgent need to urinate and had to go to the toilet first." Several disciples didn't know what happened yet, and looked confused.

"Fuck, go back to the Tianshan Sect and report to the master." Wang Zihan was furious. He didn't expect that the person who betrayed the Tianshan Sect would just slip away from under his nose.
Chapter completed!