Chapter 4520: Commit yourself to me?

The candlelight flickered in the big tent, and Ling Feng gently put Xizi's cold palm back on the quilt.

Hearing the sound of armor colliding outside the tent, dozens of breaths of varying depths have already surrounded the tent like an iron barrel.

The sound of Sasaki Gonglong's wild laughter lingered outside the tent, as if a nightmare had come.

Ling Feng stood in front of Xizi's bed, his eyes cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Brother..."

Xizi gritted his teeth, supported his body and wanted to get up, but was gently pressed back into the quilt by Ling Feng.

He shook his head at Xizi and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Xizi nodded slightly, although weak, her eyes were still firm.

"Brother, be careful... They won't give up easily."

Ling Feng nodded, then turned and walked towards the door of the big tent. His steps were steady, and every step brought an invisible sense of oppression. When he lifted the curtain and walked out of the big tent, the scene outside came into view.

Sasaki Gonglong and Sasaki Miyazaki stood outside the big tent, followed by dozens of elders and the team, all holding weapons and looking unfriendly.

Obviously, they were ready to take action at any time.

"Third uncle is anxious."

Ling Feng lifted the curtain, and the cold alchemy street lights seemed to reflect a pool of green spring on his black robe.

He glanced at the twelve crossbow warriors behind Miyazaki, and the arrows were glowing with a purple light-obviously poisoned.

Ling Feng sneered in his heart, they were well prepared!

If he was really just Sasaki Takumi, he would probably fall here this time.

But unfortunately, he was not.

"Takumi, without Xizi as your helper, you don't think you can really become the head of the Black Feather Dojo safely, right?"

Sasaki Miyazaki sneered sinisterly, looking at Ling Feng's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person.

At the same time, Sasaki Gonglong walked out from the shadows, and the narrow-bladed sword on his waist was three inches longer than before.

"Nephew, we are family after all, and uncle doesn't want to make things too ugly."

Sasaki Gonglong rubbed the cat's eye stone inlaid on the handle with his fingertips, and the next moment, he threw the sword on his waist to Ling Feng, saying lightly: "Nephew Takumi, if you commit seppuku, we won't make things difficult for Xizi."

It turned out that this knife was prepared for himself.

Ling Feng had a sneer on his face, "Sasaki Miyalong, Sasaki Miyazaki, are you going to rebel?"

"Rebellion?"

The expression on Sasaki Miyazaki's face became a little ferocious, "Sasaki Takumi, you are just a junior, what qualifications do you have to inherit the Black Feather Dojo? Father was confused before his death, but we are not confused. Hand over the secret of the demon sword Muramasa and the blood of sin, and we can spare your lives."

"Spare our lives?" Ling Feng sneered, "Just relying on you, a mob, are you worthy?"

Sasaki Miyazaki heard this, his face sank, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, don't refuse a toast and drink a penalty! Do you think you can stop so many of us by yourself?"

Ling Feng's eyes swept over the crowd, and he said lightly: "Whether you can stop it or not, you will know if you try it?"

Ling Feng suddenly laughed, and the laughter startled the jackdaws on the pine branches, and the dark red feathers fell on Miyazaki's shoulders. When he raised his right hand to adjust the hairband, Miyazaki's pupils shrank suddenly.

What was faintly visible on Ling Feng's wrist was clearly the seal of the contract of the demon sword Muramasa.

"Impossible!"

Sasaki Miyazaki's sword was unsheathed, his eyes widened, full of astonishment, "The old man clearly passed the demon sword to Xizi!"

"Then you may not know that Xizi is my sword!"

A blood-colored array suddenly appeared on the ground under his feet. Xizi in the big tent had been sitting on the couch at some point, with pale fingertips pressing on his heart.

And under Xizi's body, a blood-colored array appeared exactly the same as the one under Ling Feng's feet!

In a sense, with the array as the medium, they are of one mind and one body!

The demon sword Muramasa has recognized Xizi as his master, but at this moment, Ling Feng is Xizi.

This is also the last secret that Sasaki Muramasa told himself when he was dying.

Buzz!

The sound of swords rang out, and the next moment, a blood-red long sword flew out from the big tent, and in the blink of an eye, it was suspended around Ling Feng.

Ling Feng slowly raised his hand and gently grasped the handle of the sword, with a teasing expression on his lips, "What now?"

"Die!"

Sasaki Miyazaki's face changed drastically, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Ling Feng.

"Is this your answer?"

Ling Feng shook his head, "Then, sorry!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng's figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Sasaki Miyazaki, with the demon sword in his hand pointing directly at the opponent's throat.

Sasaki Miyazaki was shocked and hurriedly retreated, but Ling Feng was faster, and the blade had already touched his skin. At this critical moment, Sasaki Gonglong suddenly made a move and slashed Ling Feng's back with a knife, forcing him to turn around to block.

"Dang!"

The blades collided, and sparks flew.

Ling Feng retreated with the force and landed steadily on the ground, looking at Sasaki Gonglong with cold eyes.

"It seems that you are determined to fight." Ling Feng said coldly.

Sasaki Gonglong laughed grimly and said: "Takumi, even if you can control the demon sword, what's the use? Do you think you can make waves alone? I've given you a chance. Today, neither of you brothers and sisters will leave alive!"

As his voice fell, the surrounding warriors raised their weapons and approached Ling Feng.

And those crossbowmen also tightened their bowstrings, ready to shoot at any time.

As soon as the situation is touched, there is a strong killing intention in the air.

Just as the sword was tense, there was a sudden horseshoe sound of horseshoe suddenly came in the distance.

At this moment, a cold female voice rang: "Stop!"

Everyone looked at the sound, and the twelve -hop covering the nails of the nails broke the night, and the long hair of the cricket rolled the ice and blue light in the light.

Her face was still pale, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping everyone present.

"Miss 澪!"

When Sasaki Miyama and Sasaki Miyazaki saw the cricket, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly put away the weapon and saluted respectfully.

Turning over the horse, Ling Feng keenly noticed that her waist jade pendant seemed to have more cracks.

Judging from his keen intuition, this woman's injury is probably not light.

After all, it was the sword array that the Taiyue sword god was all urged. It seemed that it was unharmed, but in fact, it was not easy?

Ling Feng's heart was inexplicably warm.

This woman, obviously injured, even still ...

As Ling Feng's thoughts were flying, he glanced coldly with Sasaki Gonglong, and said lightly: "What are you doing?"

Sasaki Palace explained quickly: "Miss 澪, we are just dealing with the internal affairs of the family, and we dare not disturb you."

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"Internal affairs of the family?"

He sneered, "Are you going to force the palace?"

Sasaki Miyazaki quickly waved his hand: "Miss Mo Mo misunderstood, but Takai Hai and Hikozi are still young, and their subordinates believe that they are not suitable to take the helm in this case and co -lead the dojo. Let's talk about the difficulties now. "

The eyes turned to Ling Feng, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and said slowly: "Sasaki Takura, what do you say?"

Ling Feng glanced at ， and said lightly: "Miss 澪, do you believe this kind of ghost words?"

I frowned slightly, the attitude of this kid was really uncomfortable.

However, she still stared at the two brothers of Sasaki Miyamoto, and learned Ling Feng's tone: "This kind of ghost, do you believe it?"

For a while, the complexion of Sasaki Miyama and Sasaki Miyazaki became a bit ugly. Then Sasaki Miyazaki said with a hard scalp: "Miss Mo, say a thousand and 10,000. The hospital, but does not mean who to choose who to inherit the museum, you also need to ask? "

"oh?"

The face is cold, "Sasaki Gonglong, don't forget, I am now the supervisor of the rebel forces, do you think I have no right to ask?"

"No ... the subordinates don't mean ..."

Sasaki is sweating slightly on the roof of the Grandma Miya. This woman, even four natural disasters, and even the bishop of the red, Sinick, is so scared that he dares to offend.

The gaze was swept over on Sasaki Miyako and Sasaki Miyazaki, and said coldly: "The two of you, immediately take your people to leave here. I will handle it in Heiyu Dojo."

Sasaki Miyama and Sasaki Miyazaki heard their words, and his face suddenly became difficult.

Obviously they did not expect that they would stand on the side of Takai.

"Miss 澪, this ..."

Sasaki Miyazaki also wanted to argue, but his gaze was like a knife, which directly interrupted his words.

"This is the command!"

The sound of ， is cold, with unquestionable majesty.

At the same time, the twelve guardians behind him, at the same time, pulled out the saber around his waist.

！!

The neat sword sounding scared the necks and shrank.

The next moment, Sasaki Miyako and Sasaki Miyazaki looked at each other, and finally could only bite their teeth and leave their men.

After they walked away, I turned to look at Ling Feng, saying faintly: "Sasaki Takura, you owe me again!"

With her cleverness, when she saw the aggressive appearance of the two of Sasaki Miyama, she basically guessed the ten or nine of the matter.

At this moment, she was generally standing in front of Ling Feng, and her head was high, and she seemed to wait for Ling Feng's gratitude.

Boy, I can't take you still!

However, Ling Feng shrugged. "In fact, if Miss Mo did not shoot, I could solve them and save them."

"you!"

As soon as he frowned, he scolded the stinky boy in his heart.

However, Ling Feng continued to be rogue.

"You want to be beautiful!"

He glanced at Ling Feng fiercely, but his head was dizzy, and his body was soft and almost collapsed to the ground.

Just in this light and stone fire, Ling Feng flashed behind her body, and stretched out her hand to stop her waist. At the same time, the palm of her palm was based on her belly. I'm afraid I can't hold it on, right? "

The eyelashes trembled lightly, and she could feel the warmth from the young fingertips, and her face was not red.

This bastard dares to hug yourself!

Fortunately, she covered the gauze on her face, and she couldn't see the red halo on the cheek.

The guardian knights behind him suddenly changed suddenly. One by one pulled the sword and pointed to Ling Feng.

However, the next moment, I only felt that accompanied by Ling Feng's palm, a heat came with a heat, an indescribable comfortable sense, and made her almost unable to hold back.

"Oh ... don't! Don't let go!"

The beautiful cry immediately made the knights blush, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

"Sasaki Takumi!"

Mio's eyes were filled with anger, and she glared at Ling Feng with gritted teeth, but she couldn't bear to give up the comfort in Ling Feng's palm, so she could only grit her teeth and said: "Take me into your tent first!"

"Ah?"

The guardian knights were stunned. Is this still the Saint they know? ? ?

Ling Feng shrugged helplessly, hesitated for a moment, picked up Mio horizontally, and strode into Xizi's tent, leaving only the guardian knights, dumbfounded.

After a moment, they spontaneously guarded outside the tent. What happened today must be kept to themselves!

Otherwise, there may be a disaster of death!

(PS: Happy New Year, fellow book friends. I got up early and wrote a chapter. Although it is a bit short, I will keep updating it today! In addition, those who can see this are all old fans. As usual, I will also send a red envelope to the book friends group this year to thank everyone for their support for another year. Although it is not much, it is sincere. Group number: 865880148) (End of this chapter)