Chapter 700: Death of Feng Lao

The ecstasy on the other side also looked at Ouyang Longyan unblinkingly with a pair of stern eyes.

But seeing that the soft sword in Ouyang Longyan's hand was in front of Feng Qingzi, his hand couldn't go through.

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

With a serene smile on his face, the old man looked at Ouyang Longyan, and muttered, "Kill me..."

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

Although no one knows why Ouyang Longyan, who has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, failed to produce this sword... but it can be seen from this that Ouyang Longyan is a person after all, after all, he still has a little affection.

Seeing that the situation had become weird, the drinker and ecstasy made Ouyang Longyan feel the change at this moment.

At this moment, all of a sudden I heard a pounce!

The soft sword pierced through Feng Lao's chest...

Do not!

It was not the sword stabbed by Ouyang Longyan, but the old Feng himself hit the blade of Ouyang Longyan with his body. When old Feng suddenly hit the tip of the sword with his body, Ouyang Longyan was stunned. .

Why did Feng Qingzi do this? Does he already know that he will die today?

Yes!

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

But he said that after Na Feng Lao hit the soft sword with his body, his face became calm and smiled... as if he was very happy to die under the sword of Ouyang Longyan...

At the same time, his mouth slowly moved to the ear of Ouyang Longyan, and he spit out a few words with difficulty... After these words were spit out, Feng Lao's head crooked for an instant.

died!

Feng Qingzi is dead.

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

Facing Ouyang Longyan who was dead in his arms, standing there motionless, no one could see the expression on his face clearly, nor knew what he was thinking about at the moment.

I saw that he pulled out the sword that was inserted into Feng Qingzi with a whistle!

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 dead.

The soft sword touched Feng Qingzi's blood chamber and entered the scabbard with a sound. Ouyang Longyan turned around indifferently, without saying a word, and did not look at Feng Lao's corpse again.

After Feng Qingzi died, the drunkard and the ecstasy before him could be considered relieved.

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

"Search the heavenly book pill scroll on this old thing." I just listened to the gloomy voice of my ecstasy.

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

After searching, it is a pity that the alcoholic found nothing in Feng Qingzi.

At this moment, not only stood up depressed and said to the ecstasy, "There is no heavenly book pill scroll."

Suddenly I heard the drunkard in front of me say so, the ecstasy made a pair of eyes ugly, those stern eyes were placed on the corpse of Feng Qingzi, and his mouth murmured: "It looks like this old thing It's already prepared."

The drunkard said on one side: "The Ecstasy means that the heavenly book pill scroll has probably been hidden by this old guy? Or has it been given to others?"

The ecstasy stood aside and did not speak, thinking for a while in silence.

"Perhaps……"

"Forget it, let's go! Heavenly Book Pill Scroll can't run away..."

After talking about the ecstasy in front of him, the figure of the drunkard flashed quickly towards the woods, like the wind.

And only at this moment, Ouyang Longyan is standing there, his face is still so indifferent... still seems to have no feelings!

But can he really have no feelings?

I saw him slowly turning around. After looking at Feng Lao's corpse, those cold eyes trembled slightly, then turned around, slid, and quickly disappeared into the woods in front of him.

And how about Feng Lao's body? Just being thrown here... His blood has slowly started to wither away, and his ashen face has turned pale...

Who can imagine that in this wilderness, the famous Kunlun Fenglao died in this way...

"Sick ghost, are you his uncle kidding me? You said what happened to the little boss... the little boss’s arm was broken? How could it be possible?"

In a room, Tang Xiaolong, who was still in a bandage on his hand, suddenly yelled there.

There was a deep unbelievable in his eyes, Chen Qiaozhi, a sick scholar who looked in front of him.

Tang Xiaolong had only recovered from the immoral figure tortured by the Yuwen family, but there was still a bandage around his arms and his face was slightly sallow.

And Aqiu was basically healed, and at the moment he was standing on the side indifferently.

But after the two of them got better, then Chen Qiaozhi told Tang Xiaolong and Na Qiu all the things that happened at the near end.

Isn't this? When I was shocked to hear that Li Tian's arm had become "depleted", how could Tang Xiaolong and A Qiu accept it?

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

"Li Tian's arm... was deeply broken last time by Yuwen Emperor... Although it seems to have recovered now, I heard the ghost servant and that Duguxie...it seems that Li Tian can no longer use martial arts... And even the important things can't be mentioned anymore."

Listening to Chen Qiaozhi saying this again, Tang Xiaolong's eyes suddenly became blood red.

Muttering in his mouth, he couldn't believe it and said: "Is this true? Is this true..."

"Impossible! Impossible! Little boss' arms will not be broken!" Tang Xiaolong suddenly yelled as if he could not accept this fact.

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

"Li Tian just injured two arms...It's not dead, why are you so sad?" Old Monster Ge said there.

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

Listening to Tang Xiaolong's roar, Old Monster Ge frowned and thought about it. In fact, Tang Xiaolong was right.

For martial arts practitioners like them, if they really can’t use their arms, wouldn’t it be worse than killing them?