"Don't come over, this is my business." Mu Liufeng noticed Ling Chuxi's intention and said.
He did not look back, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn and persistent, leaving no room for argument.
Ling Chuxi bit her lip. For so long, Mu Liufeng had never spoken to her in such a tone. She couldn't object.
The sky was filled with golden light, the wind and clouds were thundering, and the sword of the golden-robed priest slashed straight down, bringing out a substantial curtain of light.
Mu Liufeng let out a long roar, and the sword shone with light.
Amidst the loud noise, Mu Liufeng was slashed back with his sword.
The sword in his hand was shattered inch by inch, and his internal meridians were severely damaged. His white gown was dyed red with blood, making him look miserable with the blood stains.
"Master, take the sword!" Ling Chuxi took out an ancient sword from the space ring and threw it to Mu Liufeng, then quickly stepped forward to block him.
"Don't come over." Mu Liufeng coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, reached out to take the ancient sword, but waved his hand to stop Ling Chuxi.
The golden-robed priest stopped at this moment and stared at Mu Liufeng, who was seriously injured and lying on the ground. For a long time, there was a trace of doubt in his blank and empty eyes.
Seeing this trace of doubt in the eyes of the golden-robed priest, Ling Chuxi felt happy. Obviously, this golden-robed priest was different from the previous four silver-robed priests. His mind was not completely destroyed, and he still retained some
In terms of sanity, the situation is somewhat similar to Duan Xiaomo's, presumably because of his high strength.
As long as he still retains his sanity, Ling Chuxi believes that he can be cured like Duan Xiaomo. Even if he cannot fully recover, he can be freed from the control of the temple.
Judging from the temple's despicable methods, these people are obviously not willing to be manipulated by the temple.
Mu Liufeng's expression was even more surprised than Ling Chuxi's.
"Have you remembered? Have you finally remembered?" Mu Liufeng looked at the golden-robed priest, with tears in his eyes, and murmured with a bit of sobs.
The golden-robed priest looked at Mu Liufeng with a bright light in his eyes. Although he disappeared immediately, his eyes became even more confused.
"Remember? That's how you taught me how to practice swordsmanship. You knocked me down time and time again and let me get up again and again. I didn't let you down. I finally understood your sword intention." Mu Liufeng struggled to stand.
He stood up, but his feet went weak. He knelt half on the ground, raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, you still remember me and Liufeng, right?"
Father! Ling Chuxi was completely stunned.
It turned out that this golden-robed priest was actually Mu Liufeng's father, his master. No wonder he didn't let him take action. It turned out to be this reason.
She remembered that Huangfu Qingjue once told her that for many years, the temple had been secretly recruiting experts to serve as priests, but none of these priests appeared again. Mu Liufeng's father must have been one of them.
It's no wonder that Mu Liufeng has been secretly against the temple. He must have long suspected what the temple was doing, so he secretly investigated the matter. He must have found out some truth. It's not certain that he would use this method to lure his father to show up.
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But in the end he still failed to achieve his wish, and it was not until he came to the temple in person that he found his father.
"Liu Feng, Liu Feng..." The golden-robed priest repeated these two words, a clear light and confusion flashed alternately in his eyes, and his whole body trembled violently.
"Yes, I am Liufeng, I am Mu Liufeng! Father, let's go, leave here, let's go home." Mu Liufeng's tears finally came out, and he choked with excitement.