Chapter 282 Is it so difficult to call the leader?
Situ Minglang's heart was already panicking.
When he learned that Lin Xiaofeng was learning the legendary ghost arts, he no longer had the confidence to continue fighting Lin Xiaofeng.
Situ Minglang was flustered, and his movements naturally slowed down a lot.
Although he barely dodged the blow, Lin Xiaofeng continued with one blow after another.
Situ Minglang knew that Lin Xiaofeng studied ghost arts, and the knife in his hand was also extremely weird. How could he dare to fight him head-on?
At this moment, all he could think about was how to escape.
Not to mention anything else, as long as the news of ghost arts can be spread back to the sect, it will be a huge achievement.
By then, his position in the Shengjin Sect will naturally become even more solid.
Lin Xiaofeng became anxious when he saw that Situ Minglang only knew how to avoid and would not fight with him.
My strength is almost exhausted.
"Go to hell."
Lin Xiaofeng used all his strength to stab Situ Minglang in the chest.
Situ Minglang hurriedly hid aside.
But Lin Xiaofeng suddenly turned from stabbing to chopping.
The target is no longer his chest, but his legs.
There was a pop.
Lin Xiaofeng slashed across with his knife, and Situ Minglang felt the world spin and fell to the ground with a bang.
Then, he felt a sharp pain coming from his thigh.
Lin Xiaofeng cut off both of his thighs and watched him bleed. Then he gritted his teeth and came to his side. He raised the demon knife and stabbed Situ Minglang's chest with the blood flowing.
Situ Minglang's eyes widened and he looked at Lin Xiaofeng in disbelief.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "No, I didn't expect to die in your hands!"
After saying that, he twisted his neck and died.
When Lin Xiaofeng saw that Situ Minglang was dead, the big stone in his heart finally fell.
I wanted to pull out the demon sword and draw blood, but I didn't expect that the sword seemed to have grown in Situ Minglang's body. No matter how I tried to pull it out, it couldn't be pulled out.
"what happened?"
Lin Xiaofeng saw that Situ Minglang's body was drying up at an extremely fast speed. There was not a trace of blood left on his body.
The Demon Blade Piaoxue actually sucked up all his blood.
Fortunately, after Situ Minglang's body shriveled up, Lin Xiaofeng was finally able to pull it out.
The first thing I did after pulling out the demon sword was to insert the sword into the scabbard.
Who knows if something strange will happen after Piaoxue sucks the blood?
When he inserted it into the scabbard, the faint smell of blood around him disappeared without a trace.
"You know ghost magic, either you die or I die." Lin Xiaofeng looked down at Situ Minglang's body, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
No matter what he was like, Situ Minglang could still be regarded as a hero of the younger generation. Lin Xiaofeng would inevitably feel a little regretful if he died here.
Of course, it was a pity, but Lin Xiaofeng knew very well that if Situ Minglang was let go today, he would definitely not survive for three days.
Lin Xiaofeng took out an empty glass bottle, placed the mouth of the bottle on the Tianling lid of Situ Minglang's body, then took out a copper coin and slapped it on the bottom of the bottle.
He gently pulled the copper coin back, and soon, a light blue figure appeared from Situ Minglang's body and was sucked into the bottle.
These are Situ Minglang's three souls and seven souls.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the light cyan figure in the bottle: "In order to prevent the ghost arts from leaking out, I can only beat you to death today."
The figure in the bottle moved around uneasily.
Lin Xiaofeng took out a thunder talisman to succumb to demons, and read: "Heavenly Thunder Lord, the dragon and the tiger are fighting, the sun and the moon are illuminating, illuminating me clearly, and the urgency is like a law."
Then, the talisman was slapped on the bottle.
A bolt of lightning appeared in the glass bottle, knocking the light cyan figure inside to pieces and completely shattering it.
After doing all this, Lin Xiaofeng suddenly felt sore all over. He couldn't help but lie down on the ground, looked up at the stars in the sky, and fell asleep unconsciously.
…
At this time, in a small village outside Chengdu, Udao Ming was sitting on a Taishi chair, drinking tea and humming a tune, looking quite leisurely and at ease.
The door was opened, and a man ran in from the outside in a panic: "Deputy leader, it's bad, young master, young master, he is dead."
"Dead?" Wu Daoming's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought with joy: Sure enough, the boy named Lin Xiaofeng was right, and he actually got rid of Situ Minglang.
Although he was happy in his heart, he asked nervously on his face: "Is this news confirmed?"
The visitor said: "Well, the young leader couldn't be contacted for a long time. Later, the leader asked someone to do a fortune telling and found that the young leader was dead. The leader was asking us what happened."
Udashima waved his hand casually: "I will explain it to the leader, you go down first."
After the man left, Udashima took out his cell phone and called him.
As soon as the call was connected, Akira Udashima said in a respectful tone: "Master."
"Mingming is dead, how can you give me an explanation for this?"
Wu Daoming said with a smile: "Young Master is eager for revenge and insists on fighting with Lin Xiaofeng, but this time it is about the "Book of the Dead" and the stakes are very important. In order to take care of the overall situation, I captured Xu Xiangyang and left, but Young Master insisted on
Stay and refuse to listen to any advice."
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment and said: "If what you said is true, then you did a good job."
Udashima asked tentatively: "What about the young leader?"
The other end of the phone said coldly: "If you die, just die. It's useless."
"However, the young leader of the Shengjin Sect cannot kill anyone casually. Come back to me within three days with Lin Xiaofeng's head."
Wu Daoming asked: "Leader, where is Mao Linlong?"
"Just allow Mao Linlong's disciples to kill my son, but I can't send people to kill his disciples? This truth cannot be overstated. Besides, why are we making so much noise these days? We have to find a reason to cover it up.
, publicity to the outside world, saying that Lin Xiaofeng killed Mingming, and that we, the people of the Shengjin Sect, went to Chengdu for revenge."
Then, he hung up the phone.
Udashima sneered in his heart. He really thought that the leader was so kind and wanted to avenge his son, but it turned out that he was trying to cover up the purpose of his trip.
Suddenly, the person who came to report before came in again and said: "Deputy leader, I sent people to investigate before, and the body of the young leader was found in the back hill of Chengdu Institute of Physical Education."
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let's have a cup of tea and rest for a while." After Udashima finished speaking, he handed over the cup of tea he had just drank.
The man took it flattered and drank it in one gulp without hesitation.
But within three seconds of drinking it, his face turned purple, his eyes widened, he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
Akira Udashima looked at the corpse on the ground and snorted coldly: "The deputy leader who keeps his mouth shut, is it so difficult to call him leader?"