Ruoming was stunned at first, then showed a dumb smile.
His eyes were beating with anger and laughing in anger, "It seems that Master Feng is determined to go against our Nangong family?"
"This is a bad statement."
Feng Xiaotong shook her head without a smile and said, "We Juxiantang have always had a good relationship with the Nangong family. We also drank together this morning, so how can we talk to each other? When I bring your body and that fake token to the head of the Nangong family, maybe our friendship can go further!"
The meaning of this sentence is very obvious. Anyway, I have never seen you before. I can't believe you if you say you are aware of it. The Nangong family is now the head of the family, not the head of the clan. Does anyone know what the command of the clan leader looks like?
Ruoming felt a chill in his heart, and he knew that Feng Xiaotong's statement was really tenable. The two sides reached a consensus in the early morning, and now they changed their position at night. If the other party really didn't know the order of the Nangong Clan Chief, no one would have believed in Nangong Hai himself.
Perhaps seeing what Ruoming was thinking, Feng Xiaotong smiled slightly and said, "If you retreat now and leave Wanyan Yaoliang, I can let you go!"
Ruoming was still suppressing his anger and said coldly: "I wonder if Master Feng Xian means Juxiantang?"
Although Ruoming saw from the other party's reaction that the other party must have recognized the token, if he turned into a corpse, can he still prove him?
Obviously, it is impossible, so he was in a dilemma. He could do his best to die for the Nangong family, just like his father and grandfather. However, if he doesn't even have the chance to settle the score after the autumn after he dies, then he will die like this.
At this time, Feng Xiaotong sneered with sarcasm, looking at Ruoming and said, "After three sounds, if you don't leave, you will be responsible for the consequences..."
After saying that, under Ruoming's ugly face, he began to count seriously: "One!"
"I'll count three times, and you commit suicide here, and I can let Xianfengtang go."
The person who spoke was Yue Mochen. He was still sitting on the horse's back, his body slightly forward, looking down at Feng Xiaotong with a high voice, his eyes full of joking.
Ruoming's body froze, his eyes fixed on Yue Mochen's back. Only then did he remember: Nangong Hai is dead, and now the head of the Nangong family is actually this incredibly powerful boy!
Thinking of this, Ruoming's heart was clear and she couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The ancestor of my family often warned me that thinking too much may not be a good thing. Now it seems that this is true, I'm worried about it..."
Yue Mochen's words swept away Ruoming's fear, but it also made Feng Xiaotong angry! Since he came to Mofeng City, how could anyone have spoken in such a tone?
"Very good, I forgot how long it took. No one dared to talk to me like this. Boy, you are the first one in the past ten years!" Feng Xiaotong smiled sarcastically, and his strange tone made his companions feel a smothering.
"Boy, who are you?"
Yue Mochen smiled and said as if he was talking to his close friend: "The person who wants your life."
"Arrogant!"
Feng Xiaotong raised her eyebrows and could no longer help it. She casually plucked out the long sword of someone beside her and attacked Yue Mochen!
The sword wind broke through the air. Yunma was frightened by Yue Mochen's crossing. He raised his front legs and turned around loudly. Yue Mochen on Yunma's body squeezed the horse's abdomen again, and exerted force on his waist. Following Yunma's turning power, he turned horizontally to Feng Xiaotong, and sent out a single sword in his hand!
"boom!"
Two sword energy, one black and one white, collided together, with the junction as the center, the leaked energy swept out, and the tables and chairs around it that were already ragged suddenly exploded!
"Something is good!" Feng Xiaotong stood there sneered, and the wind created by the four energy leaks made his clothes "hunting" sound!
Standing on Yunma's back with one foot, the black robe was automatically in the air without wind, looking down at Feng Xiaotong from a high place, and a trace of doubt flashed in Yue Mochen's eyes.
"You are the first person who can hide it from me in terms of cultivation."
When Yue Mochen said such a sentence, Feng Xiaotong's face changed slightly and she did not answer, but the murderous intent flashed in her eyes became more and more obvious.
The left hand stretched out and pointed at Feng Xiaotong. Yue Mochen smiled and hooked his index finger: "Come on."
"snort!"
Feng Xiaotong didn't snort coldly or talk nonsense. She kicked her right foot hard on the ground. With a dull sound, the stone bricks on the ground broke into powder, and Feng Xiaotong's body swept out, and the long sword in her hand spit out a little cold light and stabbed Yue Mochen.
Yue Mochen jumped up with a smile. When his body was still flipping in the air, the single-final sword in his hand had been swung out continuously, and sword energy rushed towards Feng Xiaotong.
Feng Xiaotong calmly returned to the sword block, and the white sword energy surged continuously, and each sword was just right to pick the sword energy released by Yue Mochen.
The sound of iron and stone intertwined constantly, and the sword energy of both sides continued to hit the ground, leaving deep intertwined marks.
Although the swords of both sides had not been directly pressed against each other, the two had already hit each other more than ten times in a blink of an eye!
Since he was promoted to the Heavenly Level, Yue Mochen found that the single-final sword in his hand was more and more skillful. The power of the single-final sword was being dug out bit by bit. Because of this, only when fighting against Nangong Shao, the opponent's spiritual sword could be smashed.
When he thought about when Feng Xiaotong's long sword could be broken, a crisp sound came out, and the long sword in Feng Xiaotong's hand was really broken into two pieces as Yue Mochen expected!
However, before Yue Mochen could be happy, Feng Xiaotong threw the broken sword in her hand towards Yue Mochen as if nothing had happened, and stretched his right hand to his waist!
With a clang, when he pulled out again, there was already a long sword with white smoke rising in his right hand!
The long sword has a strange shape, about two fingers wide, but its whole body is flat and straight, the sword body is shining with a dazzling cold light, and there is a strangely shaped beast head at the hilt of the sword.
Yue Mochen looked at it and found that the beast's head looked very familiar. He had seen it before.
At this time, Feng Xiaotong spoke: "No one is worthy of my use of the spirit snake for a long time. I can die under the sharp blade of the spirit snake. Boy, you are so proud!"
After saying that, the pale white spiritual energy surged out, and the long robe on his body was rustling automatically. At this time, Yue Mochen finally knew why the hilt of the sword in Feng Xiaotong's hand felt familiar, because the sword turned out to be Feng Xiaotong's original belt!
The beast head on the hilt of the sword is the buckle of the original belt! And this "spirit snake" is obviously a rare soft sword!