Soul Devouring Sword Master

Bang!

Liu Yunfei fell heavily to the ground, just sliding to Liu Yun's side. At this moment, Liu Yun screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He didn't know how many bones were broken and bleeding. He was already half dead.

"Scroll!"

Liu Yunfei endured the severe pain, supported himself to stand up, and hurried to get the fifth-level scroll.

Roar!

But at this moment, a white figure rushed over and let out a low roar.

"Damn, beast!"

Liu Yunfei's face suddenly changed, and his fingers danced quickly, engraving spiritual patterns one after another.

However, he was seriously injured now, and the continuous use of spiritual pattern scrolls before consumed a lot of energy, so the speed and power of engraving were greatly reduced.

Swish! !

Bai Lingkong swung out a claw, and the snow-white claw light directly tore Liu Yunfei's attack apart, and the claw light continued to blast away.

"Damn it!"

Liu Yunfei's pupils suddenly shrank. He was at the end of his strength and it was too late for him to engrave the spiritual pattern. In a hurry, he grabbed Liu Yun on the ground and threw him forward.

"Ah, big brother!"

Liu Yun screamed shrilly, like a girl who was about to be defiled. He never expected that the big brother who he always admired and respected would use him as a shield to survive.

Amid the desperate screams, Liu Yun was thrown out directly.

"I don't want to die!"

Liu Yun roared unwillingly.

Bang!

The next moment, the claws hit Liu Yun, and his body exploded, blood and flesh splattered.

At this time, Liu Yunfei took advantage of the aftermath of the explosion, and his figure flashed, and he finally got the scroll.

At the same time, Liu Yunfei's fingers quickly engraved several spiritual patterns, and the spiritual patterns blessed him, which greatly increased his speed.

Roar!

Bai jumped up, pounced on Liu Yunfei, and swung a claw.

"Retreat!"

Liu Yunfei tapped the ground with his toes, and with the help of the spiritual pattern, he quickly retreated and avoided the claws.

Swish! Swish...

Bai stepped on the ground and chased after him, while swinging his claws, tearing the air and blasting out claws.

Bang! Bang...

Liu Yunfei's figure flashed continuously, avoiding the attack of the claws. The whole courtyard was blown into holes, energy splashed, and vigor overflowed.

While dodging, Liu Yunfei's spiritual energy continued to be injected into the scroll, one breath, two breaths...

It seemed that Liu Yunfei was about to activate the fifth-level scroll again, and at this moment, Bai suddenly appeared behind him.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Liu Yunfei was directly blown away. He was in the air, spitting blood, and his teeth were flying. The spiritual pattern that was about to be activated was directly interrupted and invalidated.

Roar!

Bai howled, bared his teeth, his eyes full of murderous intent, stepped on the ground, shot out, and in an instant, appeared above Liu Yunfei, clawing at Liu Yunfei's head.

At this moment, Liu Yunfei's pupils shrank suddenly, bloodshot, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, as if his head would be scratched and exploded in the next moment.

"Evil beast!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded.

Then, a dazzling sword flew out.

Bang!

The sword slashed at Bai, and Bai was in pain. He wailed and flew backwards, rolling on the ground for more than ten times before stopping, just in front of Lin Xiao.

"Bai!"

Lin Xiao covered his chest and barely supported himself to stand up, but saw Bai lying on the ground with a long sword wound on his back, deep enough to see the bone, and bleeding non-stop.

"Woo woo..."

Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, and his breath quickly withered. The light on his body flashed a few times, and then his body gradually shrank and returned to its original appearance.

"Bai!"

Lin Xiao hurried over, picked up Bai, and fed it a few pills.

Sensing that Bai was still breathing and would not be in danger of life, Lin Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the murderous intent in his eyes was unprecedentedly strong.

Looking up, he saw several figures standing in the air.

The leader had white hair and a childlike face, his eyes were like lightning, and his aura was vigorous. He wore a wide sleeved robe with five horizontal bars engraved on the sleeves, indicating that this person was a level 5 spiritual pattern master.

On both sides, there was a middle-aged man, a total of three people, all of whom were level 5 spiritual pattern masters.

Three level 5 spiritual pattern masters!

Level 5 spiritual pattern masters correspond to the warrior holy spirit realm.

In the entire Qianfeng area, I am afraid that the number of level 5 spiritual pattern masters can be counted on two hands, and here, three appeared at once, which is extremely rare.

"Dad!"

Seeing the leader, the embarrassed Liu Yunfei's eyes lit up, as if he saw a savior, and hurried over.

The middle-aged man in the lead was named Liu Yunhai, the head of the Liu family.

Liu Yunhai glanced at Liu Yunfei and saw that he was in a very bad state and was injured. He frowned and said, "What's the matter, Yunfei, aren't you here to welcome the bride? Where's Yun?"

"Dad, I was originally here to welcome the bride, but Fang Ting, that bitch, would rather die than obey. It turns out that she already had a lover, that guy. They were a pair of dogs and bitches who plotted against me. Except for me, everyone else died in the battle, even Yun..."

Liu Yunfei's face showed great anger and sadness, and he pointed his finger to one side.

"What, Yun he..."

Liu Yunhai's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes flashed, and he looked around. The ground was devastated and the houses were broken. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place.

Following Liu Yunfei's finger, he saw some pieces of clothing mixed with blood and flesh, among which a bloody head lay inside.

Although the face of the head was already rotten, Liu Yunhai could still recognize it. It was Liu Yun, his son, Liu Yun.

Immediately, Liu Yunhai's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing an expression of disbelief, followed by shock and anger, with murderous intent surging in his eyes, as cold as a glacier, and he roared, "Who, who killed my son!"