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The sage son of Confucian Dao stares at a void space and laughs coldly.

Whew!

A knife awn, do not know when it was cut out, it has already flew to that piece of nothingness.

Bang!

The space within one meter of a square meter is directly split into two parts, and the space flows out in disorder.

Yang Xiaoxie and Yueyang mountain, one left and one right, retreated rapidly in two directions.

Just now, that knife awn, cut in the gap between two people.

Otherwise, they will be dead now.

"It's true. In order to save you, Li Xiyun was killed by me twice here.

You're running back to save him.

It's just right. Let me do it all in one pot

The sage of Confucian Dao laughed.

As soon as he stepped out, his body turned into a competition.

Whoosh!

No one can see his action clearly, he has already appeared behind Yang Xiaoxie.

"Be careful!"

Yueyang mountain is facing the Confucianist Dao, the sage son is to chop a palm, the palm is like the waves of the river sea general, majestic incomparable.

With a sneer from the sage son of Confucian Dao, he blew out a vigorous breath in his mouth. This powerful palm was dissolved in the void by him.

Yang Xiaoxie held a dagger in his hand, and his face was awe inspiring. He stabbed backward.

When.

The sage son of Confucian Dao caught the dagger.

Click.

The dagger is broken into small pieces by force.

"You can die first."

The sage son of Confucian Dao spat out vigorous Qi again.

Vigorous Qi is as sharp as a knife. It's very sharp. When you go to Yueyang mountain, you'll split it horizontally.

Whew!

Yueyang mountain was caught off guard. It was split into two parts and fell to the ground. The blood spilled on the ground, and he could not die again.

The sage son of Confucian Dao did not look at Yueyang mountain much.

In his eyes, a warrior at the beginning of the holy land is just like a mole ant. He has no qualification to let him have a look.

"Don't move. You'll be killed by me sooner or later. Don't be in a hurry."

The sage son of Confucian Dao stares at Yang Xiaoxie and puts a palm on her shoulder.

A rune lit up, and the energy of Yang Xiaoxie was completely sealed.

Whoosh!

With Yang Xiaoxie, the sage son of Confucian Dao fell into the middle of the lake.

Chi.

A knife awn, from the side of Yang Xiaoxie's neck, blood flows out slowly.

"If you want to kill me, you can do it hard.

It's not like your style of Confucian Dao and sage son. "

Yang Xiaoxie satirizes the way.

The sage son of Confucian Dao smiles faintly and doesn't care at all.

"Since you dare to come, you should think that I will not kill you so easily.

I will slowly kill you, slow enough to make Li Xie Yun crazy. "

The sage son of Confucian Dao looks around.

"Li Xie Yun is a man. Use your resurrection method and come out to me.

Otherwise, you can watch your woman die in front of you

Yang Xiaoxie's face was full of sadness.

Rudao Shengzi doesn't know, but she knows it.

Brother Xie Yun, I'm afraid I can't be revived again.

She chose to come here again, and she had already decided to leave with brother Xie Yun.

Or, I will sleep here with elder brother Xie Yun.

Looking at the present situation, the final result should be the latter.

Two lines of clear tears from Yang Xiaoxie's face.

"I hurt you. If I wasn't caught, you wouldn't have to come back and save me.

That way, you don't have to die.

In my life, I hurt you.

In my next life, as a slave and a maid, I will give you back what I owe you. "

Yang Xiaoxie is roaring in his heart.

The blood on her neck had dyed her waist clothes red.

"It seems that you are not going to come out.

Li Xiyun, you are really a shrinking turtle. "

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, the evil cloud was afraid of death and did not dare to revive.

The so-called love, in the matter of life and death, is only a big joke.

In this case, the sage son of Confucian Dao is not in a hurry. It seems that it is also a good thing to watch a beautiful woman who believes in love pass away slowly in front of him.

The so-called love, friendship, and even kinship, from the moment he became the son of God, disappeared.

Even if the first generation of saints who grew up close and intimate from childhood, in the end, have not embarked on the road of cannibalism?

At this time, only listen to a chi, Confucian Dao Sheng Zi felt back pain, blood spatter.

But he was very quick. When the dagger only penetrated his body for less than half an inch, his whole body protection energy had been completely powerful.When!

The dagger broke into powder.

The sage son of Confucian Dao didn't look back. He just slapped back!

Bang!

A figure flew out of the ground and fell to the ground with a loud noise, making a big hole.

"You! You're not dead yet?

How could that be possible? "

The eyes of Confucius Dao sage are full of surprise.

When he moved, he appeared in front of his attacker.

This man is the Yueyang mountain that he split in two just now!

Yueyang mountain just spat out a big mouthful of blood, even his chin was dyed red. He struggled to get up, but he felt numb in his neck. He had been lifted up by the sage son of Confucian Dao.

"No wonder, I said," Li Xie Yun and Mo Jingyun suddenly learned the art of feign death!

It seems that you are obstructing it.

It's really a pearl in your hands to master these skills against the heaven. "

Finally, the sage son of Confucian Dao responded.

It is not Mo Jingyun and Li Xiyun who really master the art of feign death, but the man in front of him.

It is no wonder that he dares to take the risk of falling down and help Li Xieyun to rescue Yang Xiaoxie. He also dares to accompany Yang Xiaoxie back here knowing that he will die.

In fact, he is not afraid of death, but, he will not die at all!

At least, not so easy to die.

The art of feigning death is so mysterious.

This kind of skill should be mastered by his Confucian Dao sage son!

"What's your name?"

On the right hand of the sage son of the Confucianist sword, the light bloomed, and a rune gushed out, blocking the whole body energy of Yueyang mountain.

Yueyang mountain gave a cold smile.

"If I don't change my name or sit down, it's Yueyang mountain!

If you have the ability, you will kill me!

Oh, I almost forget that you can't kill me!

Ha ha... "

Yueyang mountain laughed, as if laughing at the Confucian Dao sage son, can make his heart more relaxed.

Whew!

The sage son of Confucian Dao chopped out a palm knife with his left hand, and Yueyang mountain's arm was cut off by Shengsheng.

"So I'm not going to kill you.

At least, I'm not going to kill you until I don't know what the secret of your feign death is.

But I can torture you.

I will take your hands and feet and seal you in the jar, so that you can't escape or die.

Until you give up the art of feign death, I will torture you in every way.

Not only the body, but also the soul!

I will make you suffer to the point of asking me to kill you!

I just don't know. How long can you last?

I guess you can last three months. What do you think? "

The smile of the sage son of Confucian Dao is extremely ferocious.

The whole face of Yueyang mountain was twitching and sweating, which had soaked the whole body.

Thousands of calculations, not to this point.

The son of Confucian Dao is so abnormal.

I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid I can't die!

Of course, if you are afraid to return home, Yueyang mountain will not be soft.

He was about to denounce the eighteen generations of the sage son of the Confucian Dao when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"I think he can last a long time.

And you can't last three hours. "

This is the voice of Gu Xuan!

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