In this gentle cold wind and the chill of the icy night, Mo Feijun had already drawn his sword.
His sword moves are weird, giving people the illusion that he is wandering in the cemetery late at night, which is far beyond the scope of the creepy. It is completely integrated with the darkness, and it is so exquisite that it seems to make the sky fall.
All turned into sword energy in the hand.
That Taoist never knew that swordsmanship could be practiced to such an extent.
The sword energy was erratic and invisible, making it difficult to guard against. However, when the attack was about to come, it instantly turned into a solid murderous energy. All the overwhelming power was gathered at the tip of the sword.
overbearing.
The smile on the corner of Mo Feijun's mouth remained unchanged, and he was frightened by bloodthirsty.
If he uses red silk, Jun Feiyi's master may be able to defeat him in fifty moves, but if he uses a sword, the opponent will definitely die.
His sword only exists to kill people who can catch his eye with a little bit of martial arts, so he doesn't use the sword easily. Now since it is the first time to sacrifice the sword, there is no blood, how is it possible? The world does not distinguish between juniors and seniors, the capable are respected, the strong
He is invincible.
And he, Mo Feijun, has always been a strong man.
The two sides clashed, and this duel caused the surrounding air to exude a great pressure. The room that was originally covered with debris was completely destroyed this time. The two of them had already changed the scene of the battle, and the flowers and plants around Leng Palace
It was also cut into pieces.
In an instant, the color of grass was flying in the night sky, and the wind stirred up dust, confusing everyone's sight.
In that dim battle, the winner... was already decided.
Mo Feijun pierced the Taoist's heart with his sword, just a few inches away from the heart, not because the stab was not accurate enough, but because he wanted to keep the Taoist alive and slowly begin to torture him endlessly. Because those who hurt the Ming family never have a happy ending.
of.
Others were not allowed to die well, and Jun Feiyi's master was not allowed to die. Moreover, he blindly hurt the woman he loved most.
He pulled out blood threads and tied up the Taoist, preventing him from moving.
Then the sword was drawn across his body. In a moment, the Taoist's clothes were torn, and there was a wound on his waist. The wound was deep, but it was enough for him to retain his breath and endure the next round of torture. The blood gradually leached out and turned red.
Clothes from other places.
Without any further pause, Mo Feijun began to cut across the area below his neck and above his waist, vertically from the middle. A blood mark vertical to the ground immediately appeared, and the bright red flesh and blood inside was immediately exposed and covered by the night.
The night has become darker and darker, and this torture has just begun.
Mo Feijun always had that smile on his lips, as if he was completing a perfect anatomical art. He never felt that what he did was cruel, and torture was just the two most common words to him.
In his opinion, all he did was let the person who hurt the woman he loved know what pain was.
Every time his butterfly clothes hurt, others must suffer a lot.
If his Yundieyi is even damaged, others will have to experience the feeling of being unable to survive or die.
The Taoist who wanted to die was almost crazy in pain. All kinds of howls echoed in the night sky, which were even more tragic than the sound of killing pigs. For example, the pain of mourning a concubine was much deeper. What is the real pain of skin-cutting pain?
Only his client understands.
But no matter how shrill his screams were, no one would do anything about it, because no one in this palace had the guts to interfere with Leng Gong's business for a long time, and Leng Gong became a place of death in the hearts of many people.