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Chapter 45

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    run!

    Song Yifei's first reaction was to run, because besides running, he really couldn't think of any other way.

    "Han Yu? Sir, he is looking for you?!"

    Qian'er, who hadn't turned the corner yet, cast her eyes on Song Yifei and asked in a daze.

    "Shouldit should be! I have something to do, so first"

    Song Yifei was going to sneak out through the back door, no matter who the opponent was, he had to run and try!

    Although there is little hope, what if he runs away?

    Unfortunately, this event did not happen.

    Swish!

    The two figures leaped from the outside of the courtyard onto the wall like flying swallows, and quickly jumped to the entrance of the main hall.

    A young man with a feminine expression in a blue robe, and a timid old man in a gray silk cloth suit.

    The young man is Lin Jiuxiao, and the old man is Du Butler of the Lu Mansion.

    "Is it this person?"

    Lin Jiuxiao pointed at Song Yifei in the main hall and asked.

    "Yes yes! That's him! He just came yesterday!"

    Having been carried by Lin Jiuxiao in his hand, the butler of the Lu Mansion said tremblingly.

    After confirming Song Yifei's identity, Lin Jiuxiao threw Steward Du aside as if he were throwing out trash.

    "Hand over the things!" Lin Jiuxiao looked directly at Song Yifei and said in a cold voice.

    As for the other three people, he didn't pay much attention to them.

    Congenital masters are already very rare, and there are very few who can be valued by him. Obviously, the few people present are not.

    "I do not know what you're talking about!"

    Anyway, it's dead if you don't make friends, Song Yifei naturally won't admit it foolishly.

    "Hero, have you made a mistake? In fact, my name is not Han Yu!"

    Song Yifei, who tried his best to stay calm, began to pretend to be stupid on the surface.

    Although the chance of fooling the past is slim, you must give it a try!

    Lin Jiuxiao snorted coldly and said: "How dare you argue when you are about to die! See if I don't cut you alive!"

    Clang!

    The sword at the waist made a clear and clear sound, and flew out of the scabbard automatically. Lin Jiuxiao held the sword in his backhand, and his body was like electricity, rushing towards Song Yifei in the hall.

    When entering the eyes, Lin Jiuxiao in blue looks like a ghost in the sun, moving as fast as teleporting.

    As soon as he entered the hall, the sharp sword in Lin Jiuxiao's hand instantly turned into thousands of sword shadows, covering Song Yifei in all directions, leaving him nowhere to hide.

    Song Yifei, who couldn't react at all, could only watch helplessly as a little sword light continued to grow bigger in front of his eyes.

    As if time slowed down, Song Yifei saw the wavy moire pattern on the sword body in an instant, and the sharp edge felt a suffocating feeling that cut his throat.

    My life is over!

    There is a world of difference between congenital success and internal strength, the difference is one hundred and eight thousand miles, and Song Yifei has no power to resist.

    Lin Jiuxiao may not kill him right away, but Song Yifei prefers to die simply, otherwise if he falls into the opponent's hands, life will be worse than death.

    I knelt down in less than two months!

    well!

    Just when Song Yifei felt desperate and knew he was going to die, a spotless, white hand like jade stretched out in front of his eyes, and grasped it against Jian Guang.

    "Who is this? Don't die!"

    Song Yifei didn't expect that someone would come out to save him, let alone that the other party would block the sword with his hand in such a killing manner.

    "I don't know how to live or die!"

    Seeing the hand blocking the front, Lin Jiuxiao sneered disdainfully, and pointed at Song Yifei's chest with his sword light undiminished.

    Before he found the roster, he really wouldn't kill Song Yifei, but he didn't intend to forgive him lightly.

    "I picked your tendons first, and then ruined your martial arts! Naturally, you will be obedient!"

    Lin Jiuxiao was thinking about how to vent his grievances, but he didn't expect that his sharp sword would be pinched in his hand with his thumb, index finger, middle finger, and ring finger by the jade hand that suddenly stretched out.

    Martial skills, strength, precision, all within seconds.

    "impossible!!"

    Lin Jiuxiao, who was caught by the sharp sword, showed a look of shock.

    Having been in the rivers and lakes for decades, this was the first time he was caught with a weapon.

    Although he only used three points of his strength for this sword, it was enough to instantly kill ordinary innate masters.

    Ordinary inner strength fighters don't even talk about grabbing, they even react.??Come here.

    "Amitabha, with such a strong evil spirit, could the donor be a member of the Demon Sect?"

    Shi Beiluo held Lin Jiuxiao's sword in one hand, put the other hand upright on his chest, and chanted the Buddha's name.

    "You managed to grab my Moon Shadow Sword! Monk! Who are you?"

    Lin Jiuxiao's true energy exploded, forming a sword light, and Shi Beiluo let go of the sharp sword in his hand.

    "Little monk Shengxuan! I have met the benefactor!"

    Shi Beiluo took two steps back lightly, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a calm tone.

    Hearing Shi Beiluo's dharma name, Lin Jiuxiao's expression changed suddenly.

    "Shengxuan!! Could it be that you are the number one genius in Shaolin Temple, Shengxuan who is known as the reincarnation of Buddha?!"

    "The little monk is not talented, but he is the Sage Xuan of Shaolin Temple."

    Hearing Shi Beiluo's admission, Lin Jiuxiao's face showed great surprise.

    "Good! Good! Good!!"

    Lin Jiuxiao shook his sword and said hello three times.

    "It's really hard to find nowhere to go through iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it!"

    "I don't know why the benefactor is looking for me?"

    Lin Jiuxiao's expression suddenly became fierce and cold: "It's nothing serious! I just want to borrow your head!"

    Before the words fell, Lin Jiuxiao stepped on his footsteps, and the figure turned into thunder and lightning.

    Just how strong is a congenital master?  At this moment Song Yifei knew.

    As Lin Jiuxiao erupted with all his strength, a large area of ??the ground burst and rolled, and the air everywhere in the space was severely torn apart, and the strong wind raged freely.

    The distance of two or three feet, as if it does not exist, is reached in the blink of an eye.  The powerful gale formed by true qi covered the sky and covered the earth, roaring like a mountain torrent.

    Song Yifei was only affected by the aftermath of his true energy, so he couldn't help but fly backwards, retreating more than ten steps in a row before smelling his figure.

    Swish!

    In the tide-like wind of true qi, the long sword in Lin Jiuxiao's hand turned into a thin blood-red sword light, flying towards Shi Beiluo with a sharp breath.

    Compared with Song Yifei's sword power.  This move was made by Lin Jiuxiao with all his strength, and it was more than ten times more powerful.

    If Song Yifei faced this pose, he might be torn to pieces in an instant.

    Dao Dao Jian Guang slanted out, and in Lin Jiuxiao's eyes, it seemed that the obstacles in space no longer existed, and all the breath was locked on Shi Beiluo.  He wanted to kill this Buddhist genius in the shortest possible time.

    In order to kill Shi Beiluo, the future Shaolin master, all the sects of the Demonic Dao offered suffocating rewards.

    If he could kill Shi Beiluo, the reward he would get would be enough to make his cultivation greatly improved, and he could look forward to being a master.

    However, Zhengdao is not a fool. The protection of geniuses of the sect is very strict. It is very difficult for the magic sect to obtain the whereabouts and find a single assassination opportunity, especially for a peerless genius like Shi Beiluo.

    This is also the reason why Lin Jiuxiao was overjoyed.

    As for Song Yifei, Lin Jiuxiao didn't worry about him escaping at all. The courtyard was already surrounded by the masters of the Blood Slaughter Hall he brought, even if he was in the Xiantian realm, he wouldn't even think about running out, let alone a great internal strength.

    "Amitabha Buddha!"

    Facing the sword light of Lin Jiuxiao's imperial envoy, Shi Beiluo's originally calm and calm aura suddenly changed, his body joints vibrated, and the sound of dragons and tigers broke out.

    Buzz!

    The deafening sound of dragons and tigers roared continuously, and Shi Beiluo's body also vibrated with the sound, and swelled abruptly, reaching a height of more than two meters.  The loose yellow robe swelled up, and the skin that was originally as white as jade shone with golden light, as if coated with a layer of gold powder.

    "Shaolin's unique knowledge, Vajra is not bad!!"

    Song Yifei, who was hiding aside, was almost blinded, and was beyond shocked.

    "The great achievement this handsome monk talked about turned out to be innate great achievement! And he practiced the innate great achievement horizontally! Grass!"

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