The heavy rain is eroding violently.

He kept slapping Lin Muzha's beautiful and pale cheeks.

Except for Fang Lang's first sword that filled her heart and changed her expression, Lin Muzha was left with calmness and indifference for the next few swords. She looked indifferently at this young man who was completely beyond her imagination.

She capsized in the gutter, but she had no choice but to do anything, because Fang Lang's sword energy had already broken most of the meridians around her heart and the connection between her spiritual thoughts and the cyclone dantian.

She came to take revenge and thought she was sure to win. She was an old disciple of the Donglu Sword Sect, the most talented disciple, and a disciple from the sword immortal inheritance, but she still got herself in.

Bang!

The two of them fell and fell into the muddy ground, like a huge rock plunging into a lake, exploding thousands of layers of water mixed with mud.

Fang Lang's arm pressed against Lin Muzhe's neck, and blood spread out, twisting, as if he was cutting a gully on the ground.

The world was in dead silence, silence and coldness.

"I was also stabbing him to death on a rainy day."

"Now, it's neat and tidy. How about this ceremony?"

Fang Lang looked at Lin Muzhai, whose face was beaten by the rain, and said with a gentle smile that his smile will always be so gentle and heartwarming.

The corners of Lin Muzhe's mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were still staring at Fang Lang calmly. After a long time, Lin Muzhe laughed: "How did your sword... come from?"

She couldn't understand Fang Lang's sword.

Why can it defeat a ray of sword immortal sword energy that was revealed in her dantian?

Is it really just a lotus?

That power is not like the sword energy of Taihua Sword Immortal.

The rain kept roaring, and there were thunder behind the clouds, which alarmed the entire dense forest, which shocked many demons and beasts to run around in the dense forest.

Fang Lang looked at Lin Muzhe. Today, if Fang Lang had no means and could not persist in the beast tide, he would die, and the hope of Jianshu Sect would be completely buried.

Although this woman just wanted to avenge Lin Yun, Fang Lang had no regrets about Lin Yun's affairs.

At that time, if Lin Yun was not the one who died, it would be him.

As for the sword Lin Muzhe asked about.

This sword was indeed not easy. Fang Lang blocked the beast tide alone and killed more than 300 demon beasts, until exhausted, and only numb sword swinging was left.

Fang Shi activated the reward, Fang Shi received a reward egg, and opened a borrowing card. After opening the borrowing card, he leveraged Teacher Wen and used the power of Teacher Wen to burst out the sword.

If you feed your sword with your body for ten years, even the sword immortal can be killed.

Speaking of domineeringly, Fang Lang's aura at this moment has declined to the Nine-Division Sword Master. Of course, Fang Lang already felt that his power was slowly recovering. This was only temporary, so there was no big problem.

However, his sword only borrowed some of Wen Ting's strength and could not understand its true meaning. Therefore, Fang Lang was a little unimaginable. If Teacher Wen really burst out with his strength, how strong would it be!

To be honest, this sword has some luck in it.

Fang Lang doesn’t like luck because luck is uncontrollable.

However, I can only say that the woman in front of me is not lucky.

Seeing that Fang Lang had no intention of explaining to her, Lin Muzhe continued to laugh.

"Will you kill me?"

"You shouldn't dare to kill me, kill me..."

Lin Muzhe continued to chat and laugh.

However, as soon as she made a sound, the conversation and laughter on her beautiful face froze, her pupils tightened, with a little bit of disbelief and the fear that would eventually emerge in the face of death.

Fang Lang did not pull out the Liansheng sword that pierced her heart, shaking off her meridians and cutting off her connection with the cyclone dantian.

Instead, he held the hilt of the obsidian sword that pointed at the sky with his back hand, pulled it out like black lightning, and pressed it against Lin Mu's neck stained with blood mud.

A heavy rain poured down.

The only young scholar in Lin Muzha's eyes was left.

puff!

The sword passed by, blood was stained, Lin Muzha's gorgeous face was frozen, and the face on his face still had the fear of being approaching death.

It turned out that she was not really talking and laughing like that.

"Who gave you such infatuated confidence?"

"That noble man behind you?"

Fang Lang sneered, got up from Lin Muzhe, and held her head. Even though it was a leverage card, Fang Lang still felt a sense of emptiness.

That was the emptiness after using the sword of Wen Teach.

It was a unique feeling of emptiness when you handed out a sword and felt your body being hollowed out.

At this time, it would be great if there was a sip of warm wolfberry tea...

Fang Lang twitched his mouth and quickly put away this damn terrifying thought.

Fang Lang is only fifteen years old, he is still young!

Wolfberry tea... This thing cannot appear in his life!

The rain kept falling, and Lin Muzhe's body was gradually beaten by the rain, and blood flowed out. The blood bloomed under Fang Lang's feet into a blood lotus in the rain curtain.

Huang Ying stood blankly on the trunk of the big tree, watching Fang Lang cut off Lin Muzhe's head with a sword, and it was inexplicably shocked and incredible.

Lin Muzhe, the most dazzling daughter of the Heavenly Proud daughter of the Donglu Sword Sect, is regarded by the sword saint Nan Yehuo as the most hopeful entry into the realm of the Sword Immortal.

Fang Lang's head was cut off with a sword, and the corpse was stormed under the heavy rain.

The third-grade kills the fourth-grade girl, and kills the beautiful girl of the sky with one sword.

Huang Ying's heart was full of complexity. Her figure flashed and landed beside Lin Muzhe's body. She took out a pill and stuffed it to Fang Lang.

This is a healing pill that can slightly replenish qi and blood.

Huang Ying was a little dazed and seemed to see the shadow of Xuanyuan Taihua in Fang Lang. Perhaps the hope of Jianshu Sect was in this top scholar.

Fang Lang took the pill and felt that the feeling of weakness in his body had slightly disappeared.

Carrying Lin Muzhe's head, Fang Lang took off Lin Muzhe's space ring, and spiritual thoughts poured in, and the spirit cone was smashed out, directly smashing Lin Muzhe's space ring.

With a crisp bang, the space was twisted, and then a large number of spiritual crystals and some private belongings from Lin Muzha burst out.

After a glance, there was one middle-grade spiritual crystal, fifty-seven lower-grade spiritual crystals, and some bottles of elixirs.

Huang Ying took a breath, she was so rich.

Fang Lang curled his lips: "Poor."

Huang Ying: “…”

Is this still poor? If this is poor, what is the disciple of Jianshu Sect?

Fang Lang swept it, took up the things without hesitation, and then took out a helping talisman.

Gently throw it up and smash it on Lin Muzhe's body.

Then, Fang Lang's sword energy smashed out, and the help talisman suddenly exploded, and a strange wave spread immediately.

"Walk."

Fang Lang ignored it and left the place with Huang Ying.

It took about seven or eight breaths after the two left.

Then the sound of breaking through the air and tearing the rain curtain and two powerful men from Dali Temple rushed over.

They fell down and stood beside Lin Muzhe's body. The rain washed their hats, and the rain curtains formed a circle on the edges of the hats.

"This help talisman... should have been slammed by the murderer after his death."

A strong man from Dali Temple said in a hoarse voice.

"This is a provocation to us."

"It's a big deal. There was a tide of beasts surging in the dense forest just now. It should have been created by Lin Muzhe... This is called one report to another."

Another strong man from Dali Temple said coldly.

Afterwards, they did not continue to argue, and mentioned Lin Muzhe's headless body and left the place.

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Chang'an City, Tai Chi Hall.

It was so cold that all the officials were speechless and silent.

Lu Taixuan narrowed his eyes, and Li Pu frowned.

The eldest prince is still alive, while the third prince has doubts on his face.

The ancient mirror floating in the square was still changing the picture, but the forehead of the Shu Xiu, who was responsible for changing the picture, was constantly dripping cold sweat.
To be continued...