Text Chapter 700 Death of Feng Lao

The seducer on the other side was looking at Ouyang Longyan with a pair of stern eyes.

But he saw that the soft sword Ouyang Longyan was holding was right in front of Feng Qingzi, but he couldn't stab it with his hand.

He couldn't kill Feng Lao in front of him.

With a peaceful smile on his face, Feng Lao looked at Ouyang Longyan and murmured: "Kill me..."

Ouyang Longyan's hands were trembling, and even the soft sword in his hand was trembling slightly... but he couldn't stab it.

Although no one knows why Ouyang Longyan, who has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, did not use this sword this time... But it can be seen from this that Ouyang Longyan is a person after all, and he still has a little emotion after all.

Seeing that the situation had become strange, both the drunkard and the seducer felt the changes in Ouyang Longyan.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "Puch" sound!

The soft sword suddenly pierced the old Feng's chest...

No!

It was not the sword that Ouyang Longyan thrust out, but Feng Lao himself who hit Ouyang Longyan's sword with his body. When Feng Lao suddenly hit the sword tip with his body, Ouyang Longyan was stunned. .

Why did Feng Qingzi do this? Did he already know that he would definitely die today?

Yes!

Feng Lao knew for sure that the reason why he did this was just to give Ouyang Longyan a better chance to step down.

But after Feng Lao suddenly hit the soft sword with his body, his face became peaceful, with a smile on his face...as if he was very happy to die under Ouyang Longyan's sword like this... …

At the same time, his mouth slowly came to Ouyang Longyan's ear, and he struggled to spit out a few words... After spitting out these words, Feng Lao's head tilted down for an instant.

died!

Feng Qingzi is dead.

Feng Qingzi, the famous master of Kunlun Xuanmen, died at this moment.

Facing Ouyang Longyan who died in his arms, his body stood there motionless. No one could see the expression on his face clearly, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart at the moment.

I saw him pull out the sword stuck in Feng Qingzi's body with a whoosh!

Feng Lao's body also fell to the ground with a plop after he pulled out the soft sword.

The wind is blowing...the sword is shaking...but the man is already dead.

The soft sword stained with Feng Qingzi's blood was put into the scabbard with a sound. Ouyang Longyan turned around indifferently, without saying a word or looking at Feng Lao's body.

After Feng Qingzi died, the drunkard and the seducer in front of him finally felt relieved.

Although the two of them didn't know why Ouyang Longyan hesitated just now, Ouyang Longyan finally killed Feng Qingzi.

"Search for the "Book of Heavenly Book" on this old guy." I heard my seducer say in a sinister voice.

After he finished speaking, the drunkard quickly searched for the dead Feng Qingzi.

After searching, it was a pity that the drunkard found nothing on Feng Qingzi.

At this moment, he not only stood up depressedly and said to the seducer: "There is no "Book of Heavenly Alchemy Scroll"."

Suddenly hearing the drunkard in front of me say this, the seductive eyes turned ugly. Those stern eyes were focused on Feng Qingzi's body, and he murmured: "It seems that this old thing I have already taken precautions."

The drunkard said on the side: "What the seducer means is that the "Book of Heavenly Alchemy Scroll" has probably been hidden by this old guy? Or has it been handed over to others?"

The seducer stood aside without speaking, thinking in silence for a while.

"Maybe……"

"Forget it, let's go! The "Tian Shu Dan Scroll" can't escape..."

After saying that, the figure of the seducer and the drunkard in front of him flashed towards the woods as fast as the wind.

But only Ouyang Longyan stood there at this moment, his face still so cold... Still as if he had no emotion at all!

But can he really not have any emotions?

I saw him slowly turning around, his cold eyes trembling slightly after taking a look at Feng Lao's body, then he turned around, jumped up, and quickly disappeared into the woods in front of him.

And where is Feng Lao's body? Being thrown here like this... His blood has begun to dry up slowly, and Zhang's ashen face has turned pale...

Who could have imagined that in this wilderness, the famous Kunlun Feng Lao died tragically like this...

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"Sick man, are you kidding me? What's wrong with the little boss? His arm is broken? How is that possible?"

In a room, Tang Xiaolong, whose hand was still wrapped in a bandage, suddenly screamed violently.

There was deep disbelief in his eyes as he looked at the sick scholar Chen Qiaozhi in front of him.

Tang Xiaolong has finally recovered from being tortured out of shape by the Yuwen family, but his arms are still bandaged and his face is slightly sallow.

Aqiu has basically recovered and is standing aside indifferently at this moment.

But after the two of them recovered, Chen Qiaozhi told Tang Xiaolong and Aqiu in front of him everything that happened at that time.

Isn’t this? When they were shocked to hear that Li Tian's arm had become "waste", how could Tang Xiaolong and A Qiu in front of them accept it?

After Tang Xiaolong asked in shock, Chen Qiaozhi in front of him sighed softly: "Hey! What I said is true."

"Li Tian's arm... was deeply broken by Yuwen Huangji last time... Although it seems to have recovered now, I heard from the ghost servant and Dugu Xie... It seems that Li Tian can no longer use martial arts... And I can’t even mention the important things anymore.”

Hearing Chen Qiaozhi say this again, Tang Xiaolong's eyes suddenly turned blood red.

He murmured in disbelief and said: "Is this true? This is true..."

"Impossible! Impossible! The little boss's arm will not be broken!" Tang Xiaolong seemed to be unable to accept this fact, and yelled like crazy.

The old monster Ge in front of him quickly grabbed Tang Xiaolong: "You kid, calm down."

"Li Tian only injured two arms... He's not dead. Why are you so sad?" Mr. Ge said there.

Tang Xiaolong raised his blood-red eyes and glared at Old Monster Ge: "You old monster...what do you know? If the little boss's arm really becomes useless, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than killing him? ?”

Listening to Tang Xiaolong's roar, the old man Ge frowned and thought for a moment. In fact, Tang Xiaolong was right.

If martial arts practitioners like them really couldn't use their arms, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable than killing them?