The villain's national teacher always teases me

fun?

Lang Zi felt cold in his heart.

The life of the cherished person was taken away in front of him, but he was helpless, and all of this was just because Feng Lou thought it was fun.

"So, you think you can take the lives of other people at will, play with applause, and have no shame?" Lang Zi looked up at Fenglou, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping on Qi Lan's white robe.

There was no expression on his face.

Fenglou raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile: "Why should Daozu get angry? The most interesting thing in this world is to play with the lives of ants. If you get the fun of it, you will be as addicted to it as I am."

He let out a "huh" and said again: "Miss Shenlan has admired you for many years, but you don't like her. This is considered a merit for me. I can clean up the troubles for you and Junlin. Maybe he will know, and thank me Woolen cloth."

Lang Zi was startled.

He knew that Qi Lan was very kind to him, but she never said so, and he never thought about it.

No, how could Qi Lan like him.Qi Lan is like a fairy, so how could he fall in love with him.

"Tsk, Miss Shenlan is really pitiful." Seeing a little confusion in Lang Zi's eyes, Fenglou said quietly, "She died saving you on the battlefield of immortals and demons ten thousand years ago, and now she died again, but you She even refuses to admit her love. That is to say, Daozu is such a glorious figure, it is enough to shock the world by having an affair with his apprentice, but even seducing his disciples and grandchildren, and spreading the word, wouldn't it make the whole Taoist sect feel ashamed. "

"You're lying!" Lang Zi raised his head suddenly, stabbing Fenglou again with the Luohui sword in his hand, "Don't slander Qi Lan."

He couldn't wait for the national teacher to come over, he wanted to cut Fenglou under the sword now and avenge Qi Lan.

Just now he was trying his best to maintain the formation, but Lang Zi's spiritual power had already been exhausted. At this moment, at the end of the mast and scull, Fenglou swept him away effortlessly with just a flick of his sleeve.

The sword was too late to recruit, and the sword in Lang Zi's hand pierced straight into the pillars in the hall, and the sharp blade smashed through the wood, making a dull sound.

Feng Lou licked his blood-stained lips, and immediately came behind him, slapping Lang Zi's back with his palm.

But when he heard a click, Lang Zi felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the ground, no matter how hard he got up.

"Don't be in a hurry, Dao Zu. I will send you to apologize to her right now."

Feng Louping stretched out his right hand, the abandoned sword on the ground was called by the master, it vibrated twice, and flew into his hand.

Lang Zi just tried his best to turn over, leaning on the pillar and watching with cold eyes.

It turned out that the assassin was actually Fenglou.Very good, there is no one else, just kill him to get revenge.

As his death was approaching, there was only one thought left in his mind: kill Fenglou, even if his own soul was blown away or his bones were blown to ashes, he would also take him to hell with him.

In Lang Zi's eyes, the speed of the sword full of demonic energy stabbing at Dantian was very slow.

Where is my sword?Where is Luohui?

Luohui whimpered, the sword trembled, and in a desperate situation, he felt an induction and returned it to his hand.

Raise the sword to block, raise the sword to stab again.

Although his swordsmanship is superb, Fenglou's cultivation base is too high after all, and his dodging speed is far higher than him.

Lang Zi immediately gave up the defense and attacked again and again.

Every time I raised my arm, every time I moved, there was a tingling pain in my spine.But it doesn't matter, as long as Luohui stabs Fenglou between the eyebrows and takes his life, even if the spine is broken, it doesn't matter.

The target is there, his purpose is so simple, kill him, kill him for revenge.

Soon, Lang Zi's body was covered with wounds drawn by demonic energy, but in an instant, as if he had climbed up from a pool of blood, he seemed to have merged with Luohui in his hand, without feeling any pain.

One way of the sword is indomitable.

Mingming Dao sound came from the sky and merged into a galaxy of swordsmanship behind Lang Zi.

The spirit swords of the entire Ngee'an City trembled.

Even the sword in Fenglou's hand was trembling.

Lang Zi didn't realize it.

Stab, miss, stab again, still miss, then continue stabbing.

If one sword fails to hit, there will be a second sword, and if one hundred swords fail to hit, then ten thousand swords will be swung.

Gradually, Fenglou also found that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to resist.

"Achieve the Tao?" Feng Lou murmured to himself while retreating, "As expected of the Dao Patriarch, it's a pity..."

He stood still on the spot and rose into the air. The black robe moved automatically without wind, and endless demonic energy gushed out of his dantian. When the wooden pillars on the surrounding walls touched the magical energy, they turned into dust and disappeared in an instant.

Chu Xiaoji, who was hiding in the courtyard, protected Gu Qianxun and retreated again and again until he exited the courtyard, only then did he hear the roar of the battle between the two.

When the devil energy collided with the sword energy, they were evenly matched, and the entire Meixiang Palace was razed to the ground.

The chief guard had already escorted Qiongmei and the others to leave, and just now when the two fought, Chu Xiaoji also hurriedly sent others to Zhidaotang to find reinforcements, while he and Gu Qianxun stayed where they were.

At this time, there is only a lot of smoke and dust in the center, and the situation inside is completely unclear.

Chu Xiaoji couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Ah Zi! Ah Zi, are you okay!"

Gu Qianxun was shocked. Although he was sincere to Lang Zi, he knew that he and Chu Xiaoji would not be able to intervene in a battle of this level. Regardless of His Majesty, letting Chu Xiaoji leave as soon as possible is the best policy.

Gu Qianxun gritted his teeth, grabbed Chu Xiaoji and said: "You can control the sword, now that the formation has been solved, go to a safe place to send a message to all the immortal masters, I will wait here, even if I risk my life, I will do it for Your Majesty Fight for a chance."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Xiaoji slapped him across the face.

"Gu Qianxun, what nonsense are you talking about!" Chu Xiaoji's eyes were scarlet, he pushed aside him and threw himself in the middle, "What can you do with a big cultivation base, hurry up and call someone, I'll go find Ah Zi!"

Gu Qianxun couldn't stop him at all, but he wouldn't let Chu Xiaoji go to his death, stomped his feet, and ran forward.

Everything happened too fast, and it was only a few breaths away from the destruction of Meixiang Palace that the two of them finished speaking. Chu Xiaoji stopped in the middle of his run, stunned.

It was only now that the smoke and dust had settled, and he could see clearly that there were two people standing motionless in the center of the main hall of Meixiang Palace.

Lang Zi was drenched in blood, holding the Luohui Sword in his hand, and stabbed into Fenglou's chest.Feng Lou's right hand is the palm, and he is slapping Lang Zi's face.

Even if Lang Zi has successfully obtained the Dao and transformed into a fairy body, he cannot escape the fate of the Dao source being destroyed.

However, a small ax was attached to his skin, emitting a very faint white light, completely isolating all the strength of Fenglou.

Chu Xiaoji grabbed Gu Qianxun's clothes and waited with bated breath, not daring to act rashly.

After a long while, Fenglou coughed several times.

Dark green and black blood snaked out from his chest.

"Sacred weapon?" He took a few steps back, pulled his chest out of the sword, covered the wound, squinted his eyes in shock, and said, "No, it can't be a divine weapon, Tianyuan only has three divine weapons, and there is no such ax .”

Lang Zi seemed to have never heard of it.

Fenglou is not dead yet.

The chest is not his vital point, he cannot die.

Lang Zi raised his sword and stabbed again.

However, he has been able to survive until now, all thanks to the supplement of immortal power from all directions at the moment of attaining the Tao. Just now, he used the source of swordsmanship to fight against the original devil energy of Fenglou. Where can I stab this sword again.

Before the sword move was completed, Lang Zi had already collapsed straight.

Chu Xiaoji's eyes were horrified, he didn't care about the fear, so he flew out to pick him up.

Before he could arrive, a figure had already stepped through the void and firmly held Lang Zi in his arms.

The sky was blue without a trace of cloud, Lang Zi tried his best to open his tired eyes, only to see a sword mark on the forehead of the visitor that was as bright as blood.

"I'm late." After the man finished speaking, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was a lot of cold anger buried in his eyes.

Lang Zi opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "He killed Qi Lan, he killed him..."

"it is good."

The once beautiful Meixiang Palace was left with only a ruined wall. The national teacher took out the fox fur from the ring and spread it on the open space, and put Lang Zi down gently.

He stood up, fluttered his wide sleeves lightly, transformed the net with righteousness, and pulled Fenglou directly in front of him.

As early as when he saw Jun Lin appearing, Feng Lou wanted to escape, but he was injured, and his level of cultivation was half lower than that of Jun Lin, so how could he escape.

Killing Dao's Taoist net caught his limbs and ruthlessly strangled his flesh and blood.

Fenglou was afraid that he would wipe himself out in the next second, and shouted repeatedly: "Junlin, wait! If you kill me, he will die too!"

Jun Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped on his wound, and looked down at him.

Fenglou was trampled under his feet, and his internal organs were so painful that they were about to shatter.However, these are trivial matters, it doesn't matter if the body is broken, if the soul is also broken, it is really fatal.

Enduring the pain, he hurriedly said: "The Dao ancestor has been poisoned by my soul-eating poison."

King's Landing's expression changed slightly.

Soul-devouring poison is a highly poisonous poison refined by Fenglou with the original magic energy. Fenglou was originally transformed by the breath of Tianyuan.This soul-eating poison is one of them, even he can hardly resist it.

However, unless he personally ordered it, poisoning by other means would not be able to penetrate Lang Zi's strong power of merit.

Seeing that Jun Lin was still a little suspicious, Fenglou said concisely: "I gave him the petals of the bloodthirsty black lotus with the soul-devouring poison. He can't tell if you're not here for a while."

Jun Lin's eyes became darker.

Now he couldn't kill Fenglou, he crushed his wound, extracted the original magic energy of Fenglou and sealed it in the spirit bead, threw him aside, turned around and hugged Lang Zi.

Lang Zi had heard their conversation clearly, his face remained unchanged, he was still looking at Fenglou coldly.

"Why not kill him?"

Jun Lin held him in his arms without saying a word, put his palm on Lang Zi's wound, and carefully repaired the wounds all over his body.

"Why didn't you kill him?!" Lang Zi asked again, almost bleeding from his eyes.

"Your Majesty." Jun Lin leaned over and kissed the corner of his eyes, and said warmly, "It won't be too late to kill him after he has detoxified you."

The wind building not far away couldn't help shivering.

But he laughed and said: "If you want to kill me, I don't understand. Even if you die, you will pull a Taoist ancestor on your back. It's not a loss."

Seeing that Lang Zi was unstable, Jun Lin raised his hand and sealed Feng Lou's mouth, preventing him from angering Lang Zi again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Feng Lou was tied up, his old wounds were not healed, and more blood was strangled by the tighter and tighter net, and he couldn't even cry out, rolling all over the floor in pain.

And Lang Zi was lying in Jun Lin's arms, almost biting his lower lip to death.

Jun Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Your Majesty, let's go to sleep."

Just as he raised his hand to cast a spell on Lang Zi, he suddenly heard a slight ringing in his ear, and someone appeared out of thin air.

The face of the visitor was exactly the same as that of the common people, wearing a black gold-rimmed Taoist robe, although his eyebrows were picturesque, his aura was dead and gloomy, and he was another soul of the god, Nirvana.

From the time when Fenglou entered the palace to the appearance of Junlin, it was only a cup of tea time. The common people did not sit in the Qiguang Palace today, and came here at the fastest speed when they heard the news.

As soon as he looked at the situation in the field, he realized it, and scolded in a cold voice: "Let go of Daozu."

Both Jun Lin and Lang Zi turned to look at him.

One person's expression seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded, while the other frowned and couldn't make a sound.

Seeing that Jun Lin was unmoved, Ji Mie lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand to attack.

He said in his mouth: "Sura Dare, do you think you can escape the eye of my seat?"

His figure is like the wind, and he has cast several moves in an instant.

Jun Lin held Lang Zi in his arms, protecting him tightly, as if he had no intention of explaining.

Only Lang Zi was replenished with spiritual energy, his mind was cleared up a little, and he was full of doubts.

This person knew who it was at a glance, and he was definitely not an enemy, but why did he call Ah Shih Shura?

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