Late at night, the moon was hanging high, and a teenager in his teenage body stained with blood appeared alone. Even though Sun Dazhong had experienced a lot of wind and rain, he still felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

"Songshan Sect, I wonder what happened to you when I came to Huashan?" Yue Feng looked cold and there was a hint of surprise on his face. He asked. In his mind, the Songshan Sect should be dealing with the attack of the Demon Sect at this time, how could he cause trouble for Huashan?

In fact, the battle between the righteous and the demons has just ended and the news has not yet arrived. In addition, Yue Feng has been obsessed with martial arts practice, so it is normal that he is not very clear about it.

When Sun Dazhong heard Yue Feng's words, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly felt a little respectful on his face. He said, "I don't know what the relationship between the younger brother and the old senior Feng Qingyang. In Xia Nai Songshan, Sun Dazhong came to see Master Feng. Sun and Master Feng had a relationship with the younger brother at the beginning. His style is still unforgettable. I wonder if the younger brother can recommend it."

He said that one encounter was really true, but he would never want to see Feng Qingyang. In their minds, Feng Qingyang must be close, and Yue Feng must be Feng Qingyang's proud disciple. So in his tone, he changed from an old senior to a master, in short, full of respect. Sun Dazhong said this just because he wanted Feng Qingyang to spare his life because of this.

But when he saw Yue Feng frowned slightly, he said, "In Xiahua Mountain Sect, Yue Feng."

Sun Dazhong couldn't help but be stunned. He knew that Yue Feng was Yue Buqun's son. However, in his impression, Yue Feng should still be a child with a bad breast, so he didn't pay much attention to it. It was really difficult to contact the cold-blooded boy in front of him.

As the head of Huashan Qi Sect, Yue Buqun had absolutely dissatisfaction with Feng Qingyang. He knew this. In this way, it was definitely not Feng Qingyang who took action this time. If so, then there should be other old people in the Huashan Sect.

Thinking of this, the chill in Sun's center was slightly relieved, and he still did not dare to neglect. His eyes kept firing around to see if there were any martial arts masters hidden.

"No need to see, I killed these people." Yue Feng's cold voice came again: "It seems that you are the one who hurt my sister."

"Yes, I was injured by the person." Sun Dazhong replied quickly without hesitation. With his identity, he was even more disdainful to hide these small matters. Otherwise, he would be despised. Moreover, these matters could not be hidden at all, and as soon as he investigated, it would be clear.

In fact, he couldn't help but regret it secretly. Although he knew that the disciples of the Huashan Sect were provoking during the day, he thought they were just ordinary disciples. He had never expected that the daughter of the head of Huashan, Yue Buqun, would come here in person. Otherwise, if he caught him, it would definitely be of great use.

This time, Yue Feng finally showed anger on his face and said, "That's right, let's take your life there."

A child in his teens dared to shout at him, a martial arts master who had been famous for more than ten years, and Sun Dazhong would never believe it before. But at this time, he not only did not feel ridiculous at all, but instead felt a chill that rushed to his heart.

Shaking his head, Sun Dazhong barely suppressed this feeling. After all, what he saw was just a child. Even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, his achievements were limited after all, but he still did not dare to take action easily.

Sun Dazhong is known as the wisest person among the Thirteen Taibao, and he is indeed well-known. With his expression moving, he quickly got an idea and shouted to Yang Hao who was eager to try: "Haoer, go first and try his depth."

When Yang Hao saw that the child was coming, he had already wanted to take action to get the credit. However, although his martial arts skills were not very good, he had mastered his skills in observing words and expressions, otherwise he would not have been loved by Zuo Lengchan. He just saw Sun Dazhong talking with Yue Feng, so he tried his best to endure it. At this time, when he saw Sun Dazhong agree, he rushed over without hesitation.

He pulled out the heavy sword behind him and shouted loudly: "Little thief, look at the sword." At the same time, the sword was raised high, ready to slash from top to bottom, and use a move to "slash Huashan with force."

Yue Feng didn't care how he took action, so he drew his sword and unsheathed it.

Sun Dazhong felt a hazy look in front of him. Looking again, he saw that Yue Feng's body was not moving, and the sword was still in the scabbard. However, Yang Hao suddenly had a sword mark on his throat, and blood was sprayed out at the same time.

Yang Hao was not completely dead at this time, and pointed at Yue Feng with a look of fear on his face. Finally, he made a "uh, uh" sound, and fell to the ground and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the blood flowing out of Yang Hao stained Yue Feng's body again. Yue Feng's expression did not change at all, but his face became paler. Even the hand holding the sword was very pale. Under the moonlight, you could even see the green stems hidden inside.

Sun Dazhong finally understood why those disciples died so strangely. With the sword technique in Yue Feng's hand, who could block his sword? At the same time, Sun Dazhong also understood why the disciples were so dead: death is not scary, what they feared was that they didn't know how they died.

"You guys, go too, try his skills." Sun Dazhong also showed fear on his face, pointing to the remaining five Songshan disciples and said. Although he had seen Yue Feng take action, he still didn't see any tricks and could only shout again.

When the disciples of Songshan heard Sun Dazhong's shouts, they all retreated in fear. In their eyes, Yue Feng had turned into a devil at this time. Dead in his hands, even his soul would sink into hell.

Seeing this, Sun Dazhong cursed again, stepped forward and kicked the disciple who was hiding at the end. The disciple of Songshan couldn't help but flew out, fell to the ground, and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and then disappeared.

"It's death if you go up, and it's death if you don't go." Under Sun Dazhong's coercion, the remaining four disciples were still trembling with fear, but they rushed over.

With one thorn, one slash, one slash, and one slash, Yue Feng took action again. This time it was still done in one go, and it was almost time to come. In an instant, the four disciples of Songshan had fallen to the ground.

Sun Dazhong looked at this scene and couldn't help but open his eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Because he just saw Yue Feng's feet move slightly a few times, and then the four disciples had fallen to the ground. The only change was that Yue Feng's body had more blood, and his face became paler.

A gust of wind came out, and Sun Dazhong felt a little chilling, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart: Today, my Sun Dazhong may be about to die here.
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