Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Uncle Feng froze when he raised his arm to block, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, a silver knife pierced the air, cut a deep gash in his upper arm, and blood gushed out. o(∩_∩)o~~www>

This kind of injury is not fatal, but it can quickly consume his physical strength. He obviously feels that his shots are getting heavier and heavier, and he can hardly stop the hundreds of figures in front of him.He knew the consequences, once someone passed him, that person would stab the sword into Zixi and Duanhua who had no resistance.

He felt like it was over, it was over.

He used to think that people who are dying will recall all kinds of deeds in life, whether it is beautiful or sad, to reflect on life, to explain the last words, to think about the unfulfilled wishes in this life, and to make wishes in the next life, etc. wait.However, when it really came to this time, he realized that he had no extra time to think about those extra things. [

Two people finally passed him, and the people behind him no longer paid attention to him. In their eyes, he was just a weakling, nothing to be afraid of.More and more people have surpassed him, they are all young people eager for quick success, but he is no longer young...

Uncle Feng sneered, and slapped Nepeta on his chest.

He didn't resist, and jumped back quickly following the force of the palm, his internal organs were shattered, it didn't matter, his body was still intact.

Uncle Feng then jumped in front of the young men who surpassed him, split one of them's knife with his palm, and then hit the other man's chest with an elbow and snatched the sword. Dodging the sword of the third person, these young people finally realized that it would be difficult to get close to Zixi unless he was eliminated.

This sword was accurate and pierced through the heart.

It's finally coming to an end...

"Zi Xi, hurry up! Take the young master away!"

He thought this was the last sentence of his life, because after saying this, a sword flashed in front of his eyes, and there were about five or six young people, five or six swords pierced into his flesh and blood in an instant.

"Master has lost his heartbeat..."

A drop of blood splashed on Zi Xi's face, sticky and warm, she turned her head mechanically.

She saw five or six swords sticking out from Uncle Feng's back, each one was bleeding, and they were all talking——he was going to die.

The consciousness of the person before death may be the clearest. At this moment, Uncle Feng can clearly feel the death energy overflowing from Zixi's body, which is even more serious than him. The death of the body is just death, and the death of the soul is the bottomless abyss .

His heart hurts so much!It must have been crushed!

It was the last thing he could do, and after that it was life or death, as fate would have it.

Uncle Feng used his internal energy to absorb all the swords on his body, preventing those people from stabbing the people behind him after pulling out the swords from his body.

He looked up to the sky and screamed, mourning in grief: "Even if the young master dies, you still have to live, you..."

The words "pregnant" could not be uttered, and a cold sword pierced his throat.

everything is over.

Those young men who stabbed Uncle Feng to death couldn't pull out their swords and sabers, so they had to give up their sabers and sabers and backed away.Many of them have never killed anyone, or killed someone so cruelly.They were timid, only the young man who stabbed Uncle Feng's throat drew out his bloody sword and approached Zixi. [