The old man was stunned when he heard this, and stopped in place for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about. Suddenly he raised his head and glanced at the young man in black robe for a year. He felt a terrified heart and took a step back in an instant.

As expected, it was the kind of look that looked like that. He looked at everything and regarded the ordinary as an ant. He had seen it in another person, and that was a Taoist.

Like this person, they are all practitioners!

He lowered his head gently with his fate. In his perception, every cultivator has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, and can deal with the three of them without any effort. Although the wolf demon in front of him has lost all the essence and blood, his wolf bones are still indestructible. Perhaps the man in black robe in front of him wants to use it to refine magic weapons.

"Gui Sheng, let's go..." The old man paused and finally said to Chen Hao and the others dryly.

"What! We have worked hard..." Wu Laosi shouted unwillingly.

"Shut up! If you drag it a little longer, I will kill you with one punch!" the old man said sternly, his eyes turning red.

Seeing this, Wu Laosi had to clench his fists in annoyance, sighed, and followed the old man with dejected expression.

Chen Hao was also full of righteous indignation, but the momentum of the man in the black robe in front of him was as unshakable as a towering mountain. He could not do anything, so he could only retreat and protect himself.

Unexpectedly, just after he took a few steps, he saw a snow-white light attacking him.

It’s sword energy! Chen Hao was shocked, and the cultivator actually attacked him!

How could it be? There should be nothing he could covet, and he did not offend this person just now. Why did he attack him for no reason?

Suddenly, lightning flashed in my heart. Yes, it must be that the light of the blood pill was inexplicably under his crotch, which made the man in black robe think that he was holding some treasure on him.

Before I could think too much, the sword energy had arrived and it was instantly penetrated into his body.

A sharp pain came, and in an instant, his mind was blank!

No, I can't die so easily, I'm unwilling to give up. What should I do? Chen Hao suddenly came to his senses and felt the strength in his body slowly passing away. He was frightened and confused, like a person who couldn't swim suddenly fell into the water and tried desperately to catch all the objects that could be reached. This is the survival instinct of every creature!

By the way, the Vajra Golden Sutra! Chen Hao suddenly thought that he was hit by the light of the wolf demon's blood pill just now, and it was this scripture that saved him, but he had no idea how to inspire him, as if he was the scripture that was actively protecting his master.

Now there is no sound. Could it be that the blood pill has exhausted its energy just now? Chen Hao suddenly thought of this and his heart suddenly fell into the deep valley.

After a moment, endless darkness drowned him like a tide. He had only had time to take a last look at the sky, the clouds were still there, but the wind was deeply cold.

"Chen Hao!...boy!" Wu Laosi and the old man exclaimed. They saw all this with their own eyes, but the sword energy was too fast and they had no time to stop it. They watched Chen Hao be hit and fell to the ground, not knowing his life and death.

"Ah! I dare to kill my brother from Fengwu Pavilion, I will fight you!" Wu Laosi suddenly howled like a wild beast that was injured and crazy, ran forward, raised his knife and slashed.

"Gui Sheng, don't!" the old man's eyes were so bloody that he exclaimed.

The sword light is like snow, the blood is as thick as plum, the wind is as strong as a knife, and the dark clouds are about to cry.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Old Man Wu screamed three times, and said with a sob, "My Wu Jun has lived in Haikong for 70 years. He finally advanced his martial arts skills, but in the end he couldn't even protect my own nephew. Let's just let it go! I will use this old bone to compete with you today to see how powerful the monks are!"

The man in black robe remained silent without comment. Chen Hao and Wu Laosi fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the ground, his face was not even moved, as if the dead were not two living lives, but just a few insects accidentally stepped on the roadside.

Old Man Wu took a deep breath, his face turned sickly red, his whole body trembled, and a few words were murmured in his mouth, almost inaudible.

However, after he finished speaking, he suddenly said "bang", and blood-red energy burst out from his body, about a foot long, like a huge ball of flame, pounced at the man in black robe.

The latter was finally moved, his face gradually became solemn, and he said slowly: "It turned out to be the Blood Gang. I didn't expect that there were people in this remote countryside to know such forbidden techniques. But even so, if you can't kill me, you will only lose your life in vain. It's so stupid!"

The young man in black robe took out a talisman from his arms and patted it on his body. He immediately wrapped it with a faint yellow light shield. At the same time, he was muttering words in his mouth. He bit his fingertips and touched the snow-white sword body. The sword light suddenly shone brightly, like the scorching sun in the sky, and the eyes of the flower.

Countless sword energy swam out of the sword, like ferocious white sharks, pounced at the old man fiercely. With a trace of it, the blood-colored flame became weaker.

"Hao!" The old man shouted loudly when he saw this, and his fists were slamming out dozens of sword energy, forming a small vacuum, but more sword energy rushed in like a tide, and it filled it in an instant.

The more urgent the sword force and the weaker the fire force, the old man's face was even more dead.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and light shot out from his originally turbid pupils. He laughed loudly, took out something in his arms, condensed the flames in his body into a fire dragon, wrapped the object in it, and shot it forward like lightning, but he himself was instantly swallowed by countless sword energy.

This time, the infinite sword light could no longer stop the fire dragon from casting. Even though it penetrated deeply, it was blocked by the things wrapped inside it, so it could not be broken down.

It broke through many obstacles like a sharp arrow, and shot on the light yellow light shield around the man in black robe with a bang. Blood and yellow intertwined. Finally, with a "pop", the fire dragon was sobbing and was dispersed, but a small thin mouth was also opened on the light yellow light shield, about three fingers wide, and it was gradually closing with the mobilization of the true energy.

At this time, a long light red object suddenly jumped out of the dissipated fire dragon's body, fishing in through the crack, and piercing the target's body through.

The man in black robe looked down blankly, pressing his hands tightly to the wound that was bleeding, his face full of disbelief.

"It turned out to be a talisman sword. No wonder it is so sharp. Although the sword body is broken, it still has a little spirituality. Unfortunately, do you think you can kill me like this? It's not that simple!"

The man coughed a few times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and murmured. He took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and poured out a light green pill. His eyes were a little reluctant. He looked up and took it with his head on his face.

He gently held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. The wound instantly formed a coffee, giving birth to light red meat buds.

The pill he took just now was called Qingmu Pill, which means green and full of vitality. It has an extremely magical effect when the wound is recovered. However, this medicine is very precious and he only carries one pill with him.

The man in black robe looked at the broken sword in his hand, hesitated for a moment, wrapped it up and put it away, walked to the dead wolf demon, collected the wolf bones, and then walked to Chen Hao who was still falling and searched carefully on him.

Suddenly his face became ugly.

"There is only a broken wooden sword and a string of rotten Buddhist beads. There is no treasure. Could it be that I was wrong before?" the man in black robe said hatefully.

He looked at it again without giving up and finally confirmed that there was no other gains in this trip except for a few affordable animal bones. Instead, he lost a priceless pill. He snorted and his figure gradually disappeared into the tall forest in the distance.

But what he didn't know was that on the ground not far behind him, there was a person he thought was dead still alive.

The wind became more and more intense, and the air was whipped into a ball. Finally, it was like a huge black mountain, collapsed and it started to rain, as if God could not bear to see the killing, and shed tears.

The cold raindrops hit the ground, splashing water, and the blood gathered into a stream of light red water, slowly seeping into the depths of the ground. The red color became lighter and lighter, and in the end it was almost impossible to tell. Everything seemed to return to its original appearance, but the few living lives that were standing on this land fell down and could never stand up again.

Suddenly, in the mud, a hand suddenly trembled, and then it stood on the ground and pushed its entire upper body up. With the sound of rain, there was a heavy cough. A bright red plum was sprayed out of its mouth, and it was beaten by the rain and fell petals.

The owner of his hand wiped the mud off his face, revealing a pale yellow, blank face. It turned out to be Chen Hao who was hit by the sword light. He looked around and suddenly opened his eyes wide, his body trembled suddenly, and he staggered a few pieces and fell into the mud again.

The old man and Wu Laosi were both lying in the mud, and they were tragic in death. They were all penetrated by thousands of sword lights. If he could escape, it was probably the mysterious string of Buddhist beads to save him.

But why, why do you live, have deep love, all your friends die, but you live well, so what's the point of living?

Chen Hao felt like his throat was burning like a fire. He couldn't shout it out. He had already cried out when he wanted to cry. In the end, all that remained in his chest was endless hatred.

He found some branches to make a wooden frame, gently placed the bodies of the two of them on it, and dragged them to Qingjia Town with vines. His fists were clenched tightly, his lips were bitten, and blood was pouring out, but he was unaware of it.

The man in black robe is so powerful that it is impossible to take revenge in a short period of time. He can only act after hiding his strength and strengthening his strength. Therefore, he can only temporarily keep this hatred in his heart, like a tiger entering the gate. When the storm moves, he will break through the trap and roar out of the world.

...

The funeral was hosted by Cheng Feng Martial Arts Hall. After all, Wu Laosi is considered the number one figure in this small town branch. Even for the sake of the martial arts hall, he will not be too shabby after death. Chen Hao was covered in plain whiteness and remained silent throughout the process.

As for the martial arts hall's revenge for this, it was exposed in an understatement. It seems that even if the martial arts hall is a major force in the secular world, it cannot provoke the majesty of the monks.

There was a sad cloud in the mourning hall, the wind was howling outside the house, lightning and thunder were roaring, and heavy rain was pouring. The leaves that had already had yellowness were pulling the branches desperately, refusing to separate from the breeding ground that gave birth to it. But in the end, they were knocked down to the ground one by one, waiting quietly for the decay in a corner.
Chapter completed!