Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

The killer is the devil!

The voice echoed between the sky and the earth, like an invisible golden light, trying to disperse the demon energy that permeated the sky.

At this moment, Luo Feng's heart was firm as a rock, and his eyes were firm, releasing light like stars.

How could he let off another evil spirit because of the threat of another evil spirit?

According to the other party's logic, Yan Moxie is only allowed to dominate the human territory, kill innocent people indiscriminately, do whatever he wants, and others cannot move him?

What an international joke!

Luo Feng doesn't eat this set at all.

It's not the first time Luo Feng has heard of this kind of thing. Today, if this demon is not killed, more innocent lives will die in his hands.

As for the so-called saying that Luo Feng killed Yan Moxie and caused the demons to slaughter the city, after the first battle today, there must be rumors in the **** state, but Luo Feng doesn't care.

He has a clear conscience.

The spirits of the ten innocent girls and babies who died in Zhaojia Village must have an explanation.

"Don't!" Yan Qisha went crazy, yelling frantically, hoarse.

The azure blue knife light passed.

Huh!

The blood surged.

Amidst the lightning and flint, Yan Moxie felt the death breath coming, exhausted the last bit of strength, moved a bit, and finally, another arm was chopped off by Luo Feng, wailing in pain.

"Luo! Feng!" Yan Qisha gritted his teeth, the demon **** phantom in the air trembled frantically, and the entire universe was trembling.

In the end, he compromised.

"Let me go, I owe you a favor." Yan Qisha paused, and said vigorously, "I am the master of Jiuyou Peak of the Demon Race."

Luo Feng didn't seem to hear Yan Qisha's words at all, step by step, holding the Jiuli Sacred Sword in his hand, he walked towards Yan Moxie.

"I can give you treasures, beauties, mythology soldiers, holy medicine!" Seeing Yan Moxie is heading towards death, Yan Qisha finally couldn't maintain calmness at all, put down his arrogant figure and begged Luo Feng for mercy.

He couldn't just watch his son die.

This is his favorite son.

His life is far more precious than that of a mortal.

Luo Feng didn't seem to hear all of this. His eyes looked down at Yan Moxie who was struggling on the ground.

"In your eyes, the life of an ordinary person is a low life." Luo Feng said coldly, "but I don't think your life can be much more noble than theirs. Even, in my heart, you are far away. Not as good as one of their toes."

"Murder pays for life." Luo Feng swung his knife. "The ten innocent baby spirits of Zhaojia Village, see clearly, today, your City Lord Luo will avenge you!"

call out!

Luo Feng waved his knife and directly cut off Yan Moxie's head.

Between heaven and earth, with a splash of blood, it became silent.

The blood splattered Luo Feng's white clothes, which looked extremely conspicuous.

a long time.

In the distance, there was a burst of cheers.

Excited and uplifted.

"Long live City Lord Luo!"

"Children of Zhaojia Village, rest in peace."

"Tengcheng, for generations, I am grateful to Lord Luo."

"For the ten vain children, Lord Luo is not even afraid of the threat of the devil, Lord Luo, that's good."

One by one, blood boiled and shouted vigorously to express the excitement in his heart.

Above the void, the image of the demon **** seemed to freeze.

In the end, Yan Qisha's voice was furious and crazy, "You will regret it, you will regret it!"

Luo Feng's eyes glanced at the huge magical phantom in the void.

"If you have the ability, come to Tengcheng to kill me." Luo Feng provoked.

"You will die without a place to be buried." Yan Qisha's phantom is gradually dissipating...

"That's it?" Luo Feng suddenly violent, and the Jiuli Saint Knife in his hand slashed towards the hundreds of meters high demon ghost.

"I'll see you off."

Luo Feng yelled, and at the same time, golden light burst into his eyes, turning thunder with a single thought.

Boom boom boom!

Luo Feng quickly caught the ray of spiritual power hidden in the void, and directly exploded this ray of spiritual power with the momentum of thunder. After that, the phantom of the demon **** who was hundreds of meters high also completely disappeared.

Between the heavens and the earth, the dark magic energy disappeared, and the sun was shining brightly, reflecting the earth.

Deadly.

Mozu, Jiuyou Peak.

A black robe body suddenly spit out a **** arrow.

"Human Race, Luo Feng!" This person is Yan Qisha. At this moment, his face is distorted, his face is exhausted, and he roars frantically.

He has never hated so much.

Yan Moxie's "Infant Corpse Skill" was passed down by him. Compared with Yan Moxie, Yan Qisha's hands were dyed countless times more blood.

He had never felt it before, it turned out that losing a loved one is such an agony.

"what!"

Yan Qisha roared angrily.

Very angry.

In particular, his mental power was about to dissipate, and when he recovered his body, he was intercepted by Luo Feng, which caused him to suffer some backlashes and suffered minor injuries.

You need to know that attaching mental power to Yan Moxie's body requires special techniques and a special container to carry. It can be seen how Yan Qisha loves this son.

However, today, he can only watch Yan Moxie be slashed to death.

"Pass the order, step up the attack, I want to slaughter the city!" Yan Qisha roared hoarsely.

Fujijo.

The battle is over.

At this moment, many warriors just came back to their senses, and noticed that one huge pit after another appeared here, and many of them were bubbling water.

"Here, it was originally a few towering peaks, but after this war, it will become a lake." Jiu Chi Old Road walked over and couldn't help feeling. He glanced at Luo Feng, his expression wiped away for a while. Proud, because this is his apprentice.

"One thought of Tianfeng, another thought of Canghai." Third Master Yan couldn't help sighing.

Hearing this, Luo Feng couldn't help but stunned.

One thought of Tianfeng.

One thought of the sea.

The unintentional words of Master Yan San suddenly seemed to touch Luo Feng's heart and made him feel something.

One thought...change everything!

Luo Feng had some understanding.

"I said, your last cut is really unnecessary." Yan Liumo smiled, "This is simply the ghost of the devil. You have to send him off."

Luo Feng smiled and didn't say anything, "It's nothing, I just want to disgust him."

Hearing this, everyone was startled, and immediately laughed.

In this battle, the demon was finally successfully cut, and everyone was happy.

Especially when thinking of the vain deaths of the ten innocent babies, if they don't get rid of the demons, they might not feel at ease for the rest of their lives.

"Good job." Yan Liumo laughed.

"Hey, the second uncle." Luo Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Liumo, "That demon calls himself Yan Qisha, and your name is Yan Liumo. There is no story that you have to tell, right? "

"Yeah!" Yan Liumo gave a cold eyebrow, "Will the old man be with the demons? Go, don't talk nonsense."

Everyone laughed again.

ten minutes later.

Zhaojiacun.

Before a bunch of new graves.

Luo Feng held Yan Moxie's head in his hands and threw it in front of the new grave.

"Children, please rest in peace. May there be no demons in heaven."

Before the grave.

After Luo Feng worshipped, he took out the strong wine and took a few sips.

A sharp cold light passed through the eyes. "The world is the training ground of the demons? You are waiting... the ending may not be what you want."