"Don't come here. It's my business." Mu Liufeng is aware of Ling Chuxi's intention and says.
He did not look back, but his tone was more solemn and persistent than ever before.
Ling Chuxi bit his lip and knew him for such a long time that mu Liufeng had never spoken to her in such a tone, and she could not object to it.
The golden light was all over the sky, and the wind and cloud were thundering. The sword of the priest in the golden robe fell straight and brought out a curtain of light like substance.
Mu Liufeng roared and the sword was radiant.
In the loud sound, mu Liufeng and his sword were chopped and flew back.
The sword in his hand was broken, and his internal organs of meridians were also severely damaged. His white long shirt was dyed red with blood. It looked miserable with blood.
"Master, take the sword!" Ling Chuxi takes out an ancient sword from the space ring and throws it to Mu Liufeng, and then quickly moves forward to block in front of him.
"Don't come here." Mu Liufeng coughs up a mouthful of blood foam, reaches out to take the ancient sword, but waves his hand to stop Ling Chuxi.
However, the gold robed priest stopped and looked at mu Liufeng, who was seriously injured and fell on the ground. For a long time, his blank and empty eyes showed a trace of doubt.
Seeing this doubt in the eyes of the gold robed priest, Ling Chuxi was pleased. Obviously, this gold robed priest was different from the previous four silver robed priests. His mind was not completely destroyed, but he still retained some divinities. The situation was somewhat similar to Duan Xiaomo, presumably because of his high strength.
As long as he still has a mind, Ling Chuxi believes that he can be cured like Duan Xiaomo. Even if he can't recover completely, he can get rid of the control of the temple.
Judging from the despicable means of the temple, these people were obviously not willing to be at the mercy of the temple.
Mu Liufeng's expression was even more surprising than Ling Chuxi.
"Do you remember, do you remember at last?" Muriufeng looked at the priest in the golden robe, tears in his eyes, and murmured with a bit of choking.
The gold robed priest looked at muliufeng, and his eyes flashed. Although he disappeared immediately, his eyes became more confused.
"Remember? That's how you taught me to practice the sword. You knocked me down again and again, and let me get up again and again. I didn't let you down. I finally understood your sword meaning. " Mu Liufeng struggled to stand up, but his feet were soft, half kneeling on the ground, raised his head with tears in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "father, you still remember me and Liufeng, right?"
Father! Ling Chuxi was completely stunned.
It turns out that the priest in the golden robe was mu Liufeng's father, who was his own teacher. No wonder he didn't let himself do it. That's why.
I remember that Huangfu qingjue once told her that for many years, the temple has been secretly recruiting experts to be priests, but none of these priests has ever appeared again. Mu Liufeng's father must be one of them.
no wonder that the wind has been secretly against the temple. He must have suspected the doings of the temple. So he secretly investigated the matter. He must have found some truth.
In the end, however, he failed to do so until he came to the temple in person and found his father.
"Liufeng, Liufeng..." The two words were repeated in the mouth of the priest in the golden robe. The bright light and blankness in his eyes flashed alternately, and the whole person trembled violently.
"Yes, I am Liufeng, I am mu Liufeng! Father, let's go. Get out of here. Let's go home Mu Liufeng's tears finally gushed out and said in a choking voice.
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