At night, the wind and rain are shaking.

Trembling and staggering forward on the muddy road in the countryside, Yang Yunfeng's hair was fluttering in the wind, and his clothes were soaked by blood and rain, and he was extremely embarrassed. After a day of fierce battle, he had no idea how many wounds he had on his body, and every step was extremely difficult. However, in order to escape the pursuers behind him, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

Suddenly, a little light appeared in front of him, giving him a direction to persist. "That's - Yuantong Temple!" he murmured, holding the crossbow given by Yan Beifei in his hand tightly, and running forward quickly.

"Squeak~ah~" The door opened gently, and an old monk with a white-browed face appeared in front of Yang Yunfeng who was lying on the ground with a happy look. Looking at his embarrassed look, the old monk couldn't help but yelled in a low voice: "Amitabha, isn't this... not Yang Xiao donor?"

Looking up at the old monk with difficulty, Lin Feng was recognizing that he was Master Gu Yun, the abbot of Yuantong Temple, so he used all his strength to say to him: "Master... save me." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and fell into a coma.

"Amitabha……"

The candlelight sways.

With a split headache, Yang Yunfeng slowly sat up with his hands, looked around and found that he was in a small room, changing into a new long gown, and applying healing medicine to the wounds. At this moment, his eyes fell on a kind old monk sitting in front of him, and found that he was looking at him with kind eyes.

It seems that he saved himself.

"Master..." Yang Yunfeng remembered his previous experience and said this word gently. He suddenly felt ache in his heart. He looked at Master Gu Yun with his mouth twitched, and finally said, "Master, the evil man outside..."

"Amitabha, don't worry, don't worry, everyone coming is driven away by me." Looking at Yang Yunfeng, Master Gu Yun's eyes were full of love and he said softly, "I don't know what happened to the donor? Why is he so embarrassed."

"What's the matter?" Yang Yunfeng's slightly thin body trembled slightly, his lips closed, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes. The death of his parents, relatives, and Yan Beifei had already tore the hearts of this twelve-year-old boy, but before, he had been escaping, constantly using killing and using the blood of the enemy to numb himself so that he would not be truly defeated by pain. But now, there is no way to vent, calm down and recall what happened in the past two days, he finally couldn't help but feel sad, and tears came out of his eyes. A moment later, the sad tears had wet his face.

From then on, except for the younger sister Ruan Xinqiu who was practicing immortality in Mount Hua, he had no relatives anymore!

Listening quietly to Yang Yunfeng's narration, Master Gu Yun's eyes flashed with unbearableness, and he couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and his face was even more sad. "Amitabha, the little donor is mourning and following the changes!" He softly comforted Yang Yunfeng.

But Yang Yunfeng wiped away his tears at this moment and said resolutely: "I want to avenge them, and I want to kill all the enemies!"

With his eyebrows lowered, Master Gu Yun's eyelids drooped, and he couldn't express his compassion, but he couldn't even express his words to comfort Yang Yunfeng. "Amitabha, according to what Yang Xiao donor said, these evil people did evil to seize the "Sword of Destroyment" passed down by the donor's family?" He asked softly, "I have heard of the reputation of this sword book. I know that it was a secret scroll of Tianji Sect, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to see it. Those evil people are probably greedy for the martial arts in the "Sword of Destroyment" and have evil intentions, causing the misfortune of the little donor's family. It's such an injustice! Amitabha, Yang Xiao donor, is the "Sword of Destroyment" still on you?"

Yang Yunfeng suddenly felt ache in his heart, bit his lip, and finally nodded, "It's... how does the master know?"

Master Gu Yun smiled knowingly and said, "If it weren't on the donor, why would those evil people still chase after him? Since the "Sword of Destroying Heart" is on the little donor, can the donor take out this sword score for me to take a look?"

Yang Yunfeng took a breath, covered his hand on the white jade ring, and was about to take out the "Sword of Destroying Hearts" when he suddenly hesitated and asked Master Gu Yun: "Master, where is my crossbow?"

"It's on the table." Master Gu Yun and Yan said.

Yang Yunfeng stretched his neck and saw the crossbow on the table behind Master Gu Yun. He nodded slightly, took out a piece of white silk from the white jade ring, twisted a corner of it, and handed it to Master Gu Yun.

Master Gu Yun took the white silk and looked at the four big words "Sword of Destroying Heart" on it. He smiled with satisfaction on the corner of his mouth, and his hands couldn't hold on it, and he smiled and said, "It's so good."

"Can the master give it back to me?"

Hearing Yang Yunfeng's words, Master Gu Yun's smile suddenly became a little crazy. He put the white silk aside, looked up and down at Yang Yunfeng like he was looking at prey, and said, "Do you think you will return the "Sword of Destroying Heart" to you?" After saying that, he grabbed the crossbow behind him with a "swoosh", aimed at Yang Yunfeng tightly, and said coldly: "Haha, donor, go and die!"

"You--" Yang Yunfeng's pupils suddenly magnified, and he looked at Master Gu Yun incredibly, his body trembling, and said, "You are in the same group as them!"

Master Gu Yun felt a little proud when he heard this and said, "Haha, it's too late to think of this now. Go to die!" After he finished speaking, he pressed the crossbow machine of the continuous crossbow and shot the crossbow arrow out!

"ah!"

Looking at Master Gu Yun whose face turned blue and black, staring at him, Yang Yunfeng shook his head slightly, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and said, "Master, this crossbow is fired upside down." After saying that, he suddenly took out a hook from the white jade ring, rushed over, and directly cut Master Gu Yun into a caesarean section!

"you--"

"I said, 'I want to kill all my enemies', including you!" Yang Yunfeng's eyes showed deep anger, and a roar was roaring, and the hook suddenly pierced into Master Gu Yun's head, directly hooking his head off his neck!

Blood is everywhere!

Taking a long breath, looking at the monk who died in his hands and was respected by the people of Heyang City, Yang Yunfeng shook his head gently and said, "You forced me, don't blame me!" Then he walked slowly towards Master Gu Yun's body, hoping to search out all the good things on him as usual.

Unexpectedly, there was a commotion outside the house at this time, and the evildoers were about to come in.

Yang Yunfeng let out a sigh, glanced at the "Sword of Destroying Heart" on the table, decisively stuffed the hook in his hand into the white jade ring, and then jumped out of the side window with all his strength.

At this moment, the door of the house was kicked open.

"Master Gu Yun!" The leader looked at Master Gu Yun, who was in a different place and died in a very miserable way, and his eyebrows jumped down. He then looked around, his eyes fell on the "Sword of Destroyment" on the table, and grabbed it with one hand. After a moment, he found that his left hand holding the "Sword of Destroyment" had turned purple and black.
Chapter completed!