The Peerless Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 689 Frustration
Moving Xinming out, Xingran thought she had come up with a trick, but she overestimated the monk's bearing.Let Xinming kill, unless he misses, or the sun comes out from the west.But Molin Villa is empty now, and there is no one there. Xingran feels that he has been tricked. This Feng Yueqing is like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.

However, Feng Yueqing did not really leave Molin Villa. This villa has two floors, which can be understood as a secret passage, but the entrance is still obvious, and there is a small path in the backyard.Xingran was careless, and only returned to the government office with a clear heart.But all their movements in the villa were seen by the killer.

"Hmm... After collecting the money, she came back to look for me. It seems that this girl has other plans." Feng Yueqing looked at the crowd below while talking.

There are more than ten people sitting in front of him, they are both subordinates and businessmen of Taiyuan Mansion.Here, Feng Yueqing is like an underground emperor.

"Master, if she doesn't leave, she is trying to deal with us in a different way. You have to think of a way."

Feng Yueqing laughed to himself: "Since you don't want to be obedient, then there's no need to keep it. You——go to her, act quickly, and don't leave anyone with any excuses."

Another person said: "My lord, she was sent by the emperor no matter what. If we kill her and the emperor sends troops to encircle and suppress her, aren't we digging a hole for ourselves?"

"If you don't kill her, do you think we can live?"

Inside the magistrate's yamen, Tiance guards guard the door, Xingran and Xinming are sitting and eating, now Xinming has no appetite, and because Xingran asked him to kill someone, he is unhappy, and his mind is full of displeasure.

"Little bald donkey, haven't you been expelled from Shaolin Temple? Why do you still behave like this?"

Xinming complained: "No matter whether the monk is a Shaolin disciple or not, there is no need to kill for you. The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. He didn't say to kill people. Your motives are not pure, and there will be retribution. "

Xingran patted the back of his head: "You stupid ass! You even talked about retribution."

The moonlight hung high, and the two sat in the yard, but they were in an unhappy mood.Suddenly, Xingran felt a strange wind blowing by. The strange wind was caused by human beings.She looked up at the eaves on all sides, but there was no one, which was so strange.

Xinming broke the precept this time and drank several sips of wine to express his depression.

Xingran pressed his hand: "Vald donkey, did you hear anything?"

"No, it's just you talking, let go, I want to drink."

Xingran stood up and swept the surroundings: "Friend, since you are here, why don't you show up? You hide your head and show your tail, are you a mouse?"

A figure suddenly appeared—the killer!
At a height of three meters, the sword in the man's hand shone coldly, and his eyes were as terrifying as ghosts.

"Xuanyuan Sword." Xing Ran pointed at him, "Feng Yueqing sent you to kill me?"

The swordsman didn't talk nonsense, and rushed down sideways, extremely fast - Xing Ran turned over and dodged, but the sword passed her arm, her clothes were torn, and blood was also seen.

Xinming's wine glass was cut in half: "Ah--Amitabha!"

The swordsman didn't stay left, and flew towards him with another sword.Xing Ran took the sword with her hands, the blood dripped down from the cut, she couldn't resist the sharp sword at all: "Xin Ming! Help!"

"Benefactor, don't kill!" Xinming went up and grabbed the swordsman's arm.

The swordsman pushed Xingran away with one palm, intending to assassinate Xinming, but in the duel of internal forces, Xinming was shaken five or six meters away, almost unable to stick firmly.He knew that his internal strength was good, but he never thought that a young monk's internal strength was several times stronger than his own. It seemed that this monk didn't use his full strength.

The man grasped the sword and spoke for the first time: "Which faction are you?"

"The little monk is a disciple of Shaolin Temple, and now he has been expelled from the sect. Why do you want to kill someone? The Buddha will never forgive you."

The swordsman slapped Xinming just now, and the veins on his palm twitched violently, excruciating pain: "You are talking nonsense, what you use is not Shaolin martial arts at all, and there are shadows of the four masters in your internal force, is your master Xitian Buddha or the Emperor of Swords? "

Xingran spat out a mouthful of blood: "You villain, don't care who the master is. If you are afraid of death, you just say that you don't need to pretend to be here! You have a clear mind, come on!"

Xinming looked at his hands: "My little monk will not kill people, but I want to teach you a lesson. If you are not a good person, you will become a killer and kill so many people. You are really a big villain."

When the monks go out, one is worth two.

A fast swordsman with a clear heart can't see clearly, and he doesn't have any moves at all, he just uses speed to strike randomly, but every time he strikes, he can kill a cow.The swordsman couldn't dodge in time, took three or four palms, and then he disappeared into a cloud of white smoke.

Xinming couldn't understand: "Monster... a monster?"

"Fart monster, this is Dongpu's ninjutsu." Xingran said: "I heard from Li Tianxing before that this is something that only the evil ones can do. It seems that the original suzerain still has remnants of evil. No wonder martial arts are so good. high."

Xinming went to help her up: "Female benefactor, are you okay?"

"What do you think? Let me try to chop you twice? If you don't do it, you won't do it until I get hurt."

After receiving a few palms from Xinming, the swordsman died halfway through his qinggong. He rode back to the mountain villa and tore open the clothes on his chest.

"What did you say?!" Feng Yueqing was furious: "What a waste, you can't even kill a woman?! What are you talking about, that monk's martial arts are world-class, and you are a fool?"

The swordsman spoke calmly: "I didn't lie to you, that monk's internal strength is more than ten times mine, and my internal organs have been injured by him. It may take two months to recover. I failed, please punish me."

Feng Yueqing seemed to give him a slap in the face, but he didn't slap him: "Huh! Hehe!! I have raised you for so many years, have you ever failed? But didn't you say that there is no one in the world who can definitely win in martial arts? Did you get it?"

"Except for one Li Tianxing."

"Yeah, except for Li Tianxing, but how did you lose to a monk now? Where did your courage go?"

The swordsman sighed, "I know that, I never lie."

"Forget it, you go down to recuperate first."

Feng Yueqing was still reluctant to kill him. After he got down, another businessman came in. It was Wu Liang. He didn't have the usual arrogance at all and became a soft persimmon.

"Uncle...uncle."

"You still know that I am your uncle? Knowing that you still help outsiders to deal with me?"

Wu Liang smiled wryly: "It's not that I can't help it, that girl wants my life. Besides, besides... don't you also want to kill me to silence me?"

The more Feng Yueqing thinks about it, the more he finds it funny: "Good nephew, you are not living in vain, you are right, if I were you, I would do the same. But don't forget, we are close relatives after all, I am Your uncle, this cannot be changed."

Wu Liang replied: "Uncle, even your killer failed, it seems that we are definitely no match for him, why don't we run away for now?"

(End of this chapter)