Chapter 615: Snowy night

Chapter 616 Wind and Snow Night

Walking out of the villa with Qiu Jinse in his arms, Shi Jian saw the bloodstained and haggard Qiu Jinse, his eyes tightened, "Master, sister Jinse?"

"Destroy him." Zhuo Bufan glanced at the man kneeling on the ground indifferently.

"You...you can't kill me, my master won't let you go." Master Mo's face showed a look of horror.

Shi Jian looked at the blood stains on Qiu Jinse's body, biting her silver teeth bitterly, and shaking the purple sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was like a gorgeous lotus. Master Mo closed his eyes and his face was like white paper.

But at this moment, Master Mo's body exuded a white halo, blocking the sword's light, and even shook the Servant Sword back a few steps before stopping.

"Magic weapon of body protection?" Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, and immediately grasped the void in his palm, an invisible claw mark directly smashed the white shield and punched Master Mo's chest.

Master Mo is just one level of magician with Master Wu, and he doesn't even have the peak of the Dao, and he has no power to resist. Being hit by a punch, the whole person flew upside down, all the internal organs were shattered, and a ray of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It's just that these are not enough. Zhuo Bufan made a seal with one hand and immediately imprisoned Master Mo's soul. "It's too easy to die happily. I want a golden fire to burn your soul, let the ashes fly away, and you will never live beyond life. "

Master Mo’s soul seemed to be a reduced version of the figure that Zhuo Bufan held in his palm, trembling, "You... if you don’t let me go, my master will surely destroy you, leaving you dead. Land."

Normal magicians cultivate the soul and spiritual power. Even if the body falls, the soul can remain on the blue star for a period of time, absorb the yin and evil spirits, and become a spirit body such as ghost cultivation and evil cultivation.

Originally, Master Mo wanted to wait for Zhuo Bufan and the others to leave, and his soul hid with the magic weapon sent by the master, and later turned to ghost repair, but Zhuo Bufan didn't expect all of this to be seen through.

"Noisy." Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly. A golden flame enveloped the reduced version of Master Mo, and burned fiercely. The pain of burning the soul was even more painful than scraping the skin.

He would not be merciful to anyone who dared to hurt those close to him.

The three left the villa.

Zhuo Bufan sent Qiu Jinse back to his villa, and injected a series of spiritual energy into Qiu Jinse's body to help her repair the scars on her skin. Although the physical damage can be repaired, the mental damage needs time to slowly recover.

"Will you accompany me?" Qiu Jinse opened his eyes, staring at Zhuo Bufan with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said weakly.

"Yeah." Zhuo Bufan nodded, leaning on the head of the bed, "I will be by your side. You can sleep peacefully and take a good rest."

Shi Jian stood aside and said, "Master, I..."

"I'll leave it to you for the other people. I'll be waiting for you in Jinzhou." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"Well, I will definitely return as soon as possible." Shi Jian nodded and left the room immediately.

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One day and one night train journey from Qinzhou to Canglan, Shijian sitting by the window, quietly looking at the retreating mountain scenery outside the window, spend more time on the road, take a good look at the Hualianhuajian taught to him by Zhuo Bufan Tactics.

After all, this is the first time the son confessed the task to her, and she had to finish it well.

One day and night later, she arrived in Canglan. She had been here with Zhuo Bufan last year, and those who were familiar with the road found Canglan at the door of the mountainside villa where Canglan carried Yang Wenshan.

"Oh, where's the cutie, so beautiful." The little gangsters who were in charge of guarding the villa saw a pretty young girl coming to the villa, with a look of greed on their faces instantly.

"Let me take a look, he looks really beautiful." A little **** said with a smile.

Shi Jian frowned and shook the small bell on his wrist. In an instant, a two-foot purple-green sword appeared in his hand, and a sword light flickered. Several gangsters were cut out from their bodies with deep bones visible and fell to the ground wailing.

"Where's Yang Wenshan, let him come out to see me." Shi Jian's voice was cold, like a Siberian wind.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked out of the villa, as well as a man of about 30 years old with a bold look, it was Canglan's underground overlord Yang Wenshan, and a group of punks followed behind him.

Yang Wenshan saw Shijian standing at the door, his expression changed slightly, "Lady Shijian, why are you here? Where's Mr. Zhuo?"

Yang Wenshan's eyes rolled around, but he didn't find Zhuo Bufan.

During these three months, the Ruan family attacked all of Zhuo Bufan’s properties. He had long since defected to join the Ruan family, but the scene where Zhuo Bufan blatantly killed the black wood master and cut the dragon fish in Yanxia Lake was still in his possession. In his mind, he felt awe and fear for Zhuo Bufan from his heart.

These days, he was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would come to him.

"I'm here alone." Shi Jian said.

"Are you here alone?" Yang Wenshan frowned, thinking in secret, could it be that Zhuo Bufan was dragged by the master of the Ruan family.

The only moment of flattery on Yang Wenshan's face disappeared, and his eyes revealed a cold light, "Mr. Zhuo refuses to come to my greeting little place. The sword girl is here alone, don't know what is going on?"

"You betrayed my son, I am here to chop your dog's head for my son today." Shi Jian bit his silver teeth, and his bright eyes shone coldly.

"Haha, just rely on you. If Zhuo Bufan visits in person, Yang Wenshan will be afraid of him. You, a little girl, actually want to kill me. When I am Yang Wenshan, what kind of persimmon, can anyone bully me?" Yang Wenshan Seems to hear something funny, and laughed loudly.

"Take her for me, and when I have enough fun, reward you, everyone has a share." Yang Wenshan laughed.

The subordinates behind him have long been salivating, after all, a woman with such a beautiful and outstanding temperament like Shijian is not something that people like them can usually come into contact with.

"court death."

Seeing the people rushing up, the cold light flickered in the beautiful eyes of the sword, and the sword in his hand was dancing, and the dragon was dancing like a dragon. The sword lights were so gorgeous, and one person fell in one breath.

Yang Wenshan's face changed slightly, revealing a solemn look. Did he know that Servant Sword can't use martial arts? He was trained by Zhuo Bufan to become a master swordsman in just a few months?

"Master Wang, it's up to you." Yang Wenshan said to the tough man beside him.

This man was also Canglan's warrior, and Yang Wenshan spent a lot of money to attract him to his own hands, acting as a personal bodyguard and a trump card to frighten other forces.

The man named Wang Shi took a step, his eyes bursting with light, he was a great master of the eighth level of Anjin, and the sword was only in the early stage of Anjin.

"Little girl, it's not good to play with swords." Master Wang said, with tiger fingers in both hands and body like wind, he attacked fiercely.

Although Shijian spends less time practicing martial arts, he takes Zhuo Bufan's pill every day, and his body absorbs spiritual energy. What's more important is that Zhuo Bufan teaches her the magic trick of immortality, and even ordinary masters are not his opponents. So Zhuo Bufan let her go out and exercise.

"The first style of Hualian Lotus Sword Art-Wind and Snowy Night."

Suddenly, Yang Wenshan, Master Wang, and the surrounding gangsters showed shocked expressions. It was summer, but everyone suddenly felt a chill. Within a square meter of the radius, a refreshing snowflake fell, and a sword light came like a divine light.

Master Wang hadn't reacted yet, he felt a pain in his chest, and the sword pierced his heart. He couldn't believe it to death. A young girl in the early days of Dark Jin could kill him with a single sword.

"Girl Shijian Rao..." Before Yang Wenshan had finished speaking, Shi Jian turned to the flat sand and falling wild goose pose, a sword light cut off, and Yang Wenshan's head flew into the sky.