Master, I especially hold grudges!

After the formation was broken, the remaining Shen family's spiritual power stopped draining immediately, and they finally had the strength to fight. Together they suddenly broke into the Yin Brah Sect who rescued them, restrained some masked people, and finally temporarily eased the crisis.

Zhan Lian was the first to rush to Duan Heng's side. Seeing Duan Heng embracing Shi Fangyu and whispering something in his ear, he couldn't hold back several times and wanted to speak, but finally gave up .

Zhan Lian was followed by a charming and charming woman, she opened her mouth in surprise when she saw Duan Heng so patiently comforting someone, but she didn't dare to speak.

After a while, Shi Fangyu looked a little sullen, Duan Heng let him go and let him lean against the wall, and saw him weakly glance at Shen Wen.

Duan Heng pursed his lips, his voice suppressed in his throat, slightly hoarse, "Got it." He said.

He turned his head to Zhan Lian and said, "Take care of Master."

Looking back at Shi Fangyu who was enduring the pain and slowly closing his eyes, Duan Heng clenched his fists, and the scarlet in his eyes became more intense.

He turned around suddenly, flew straight to the battle group, and when he landed, both the enemy and friends were shocked and retreated.Duan Heng raised his indifferent eyes, stretched out his fingers, and a masked man in black was sucked into his hands and strangled his neck.

"Who else does Su Shuangdu take orders from? Tell me." Duan Heng's voice was as cold as an abyss.

The man was a little terrified, but not to the point of losing his mind, he just hesitated for a moment, his throat was shattered by his spiritual power, and he was thrown out like a widow.

Even the rest of the Shen family were frightened by his appearance, and all backed away, fearing that he would suddenly turn around and point the finger at them again.

Duan Heng didn't move, but he still felt the movement of the person behind him, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his lips, but he didn't feel angry because of it.

The master asked him to save, and he saved it. As for what they took for good intentions, he didn't take it to heart.

In this way, he arrested several black-clothed masked men one after another, and killed them all in the same way without getting an answer.

It wasn't that he was impatient, but that the answer had long been in his heart, and he just wanted to confirm it.

Those masked people who caused the Shen family to fight endlessly were instantly killed in Duan Heng's hands, even within a round. Such strength did not make the Shen family feel at ease after turning the corner, they only felt fear.

After all, in their cognition, Duan Heng is a demon cultivator, and it seems that he is inextricably linked with the Yinsha sect, so they naturally don't believe it completely.

Duan Heng took a step forward, his clothes were fluttering, a sudden gust of wind raged, and the wind swept away the dust, and surrounded the few remaining masked people. They were as emotionless as walking dead, but at this moment they couldn't help but panic.

Duan Heng looked at them coldly, and finally spoke after a long time.

"Master said that these years have killed countless people and become a sharp weapon in the hands of others, which is not what you want."

"But after all, the bloodbath is the first to wash the Lingxu, and the second is to hurt my master. I can't let you go."

The scarlet in Duan Heng's pupils slowly spread, and after a few breaths, a mark of red flame suddenly appeared in the center of his forehead.

After so many years, Mozun Yansha's mark finally reappeared, but it was not on Shi Fangyu's forehead as they had always thought, but on the face of his disciple Duan Heng.

Looking up again, Duan Heng no longer seemed to be looking at a living person, "This is also a kind of relief..."

Duan Heng tightened his shoulders and raised his hands, blood churned up in his palms instantly, the clumped blood was mixed with the sound of cracking thunder, the entanglement of blood and thunder gradually expanded, and all the raging places turned into coke ruins.

The Shen family couldn't bear the white light and loud noise from the thunderclap, they all covered their ears and turned their backs to the battlefield to avoid the strong light.

After the loud noise dissipated, all the formations covering Yufeng were destroyed, and the shield woven with blood threads disappeared, revealing a clear blue sky, filled with the fragrance of flowers and singing birds.

The disciples of the Shen family let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. The emptiness after the catastrophe was greater than their joy. Looking at the corpses on the ground, they felt that what happened before them was like an unreal dream.

Shi Fangyu felt that the world was very quiet, so quiet that he could hear the sound of footsteps gradually approaching him, and the frequency was the one he was most familiar with.

His head was a little heavy, and Shi Fangyu tried his best to look up at the person in front of him, but the wound was affected by the effort, and he coughed violently.

"Master..." Duan Heng knelt in front of him, trying to smooth his chest, but he couldn't do it. The blood from the terrible wound had just stopped, the wound was deep enough to see the bone, and a large piece of black cloth was dripping wet. Sweat or blood.

Duan Heng supported him, forehead to forehead, and sent him spiritual power like he did in Guisen Center. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but Shi Fangyu's condition did not improve at all.

"Master Mozun... I have something..." Zhan Lian couldn't hold back after all, and spoke when the dust had settled.

"Understood," Duan Heng didn't give him a chance to continue, "Master told me everything."

The woman could hear the impatience in Duan Heng's words, and she didn't even dare to express it.

When Duan Heng left, Fang Yu was a little closer, and found that he finally woke up, but saw his lips twitching slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Duan Heng moved his ears closer, and when he heard Shi Fangyu's words, he frowned inaudibly, and gave him a look of resentment, and finally his tone was a little bit bad.

"Can't you think about yourself first?"

This time I didn't even call "Master".

Shi Fangyu froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly, nodded, and pulled his bracelet to his waist.

The voice was inaudible: "Master is tired." So you have to hug Master.

Duan Heng looked down at his rascal, but the anger in his heart seemed to be poured into a pot of ice water, and it was extinguished until there was no smoke left.

He bent down, walked around his body with one hand, and passed through his knee with the other, hugging him firmly.

The woman behind her covered her mouth again in surprise.

Duan Heng hugged Shi Fangyu, turned around and walked towards the direction of the Shen family, but every time they took a step closer, they took a step back in fear. Only Shen Zhen looked worried and wanted to run over to see the situation of Shi Fangyu, but was caught Yun Yinglian stopped her.

Supported by someone, Shen Zhen looked at the two people who were approaching gradually, and he didn't know whether the sad expression on his face was because he knew the identity of Shi Fangyu or the dead disciple of Shen's family.

But he didn't retreat, and stood in front of the master and apprentice together with the disciple who supported him.

"Mozun? I didn't expect it to be you." Shen Wen's tone could not hear any joy or anger.

Duan Heng smiled and said: "Is Patriarch Shen trying to catch me and kill me?"

Shen Wen didn't speak, and stopped looking at him, but shifted his gaze to Shi Fangyu who was extremely weak, looked at his wound, saw Duan Heng holding his hand, and finally looked at his face.

"Shen Ze..." he called out softly, obviously it was only two words, but the pronunciation of the words trembled badly.

Shi Fangyu hugged Duan Heng's neck, heaved a long sigh, didn't look at him, but looked at the distant sky, and said, "I didn't want you to know."

Although the voice is low, you can hear a little indifference.

Shen Wen's heart turned cold, and he knew that Shi Fangyu's estrangement at this time was not for anything else, it must be because he still hated him and his mother.

Shen Wen lowered his head, his eyes were limited to the blood on the hem of his robe, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "I'm sorry——"

The sunlight reflected from the long sword flickered slightly, and as soon as the sound of the long sword being unsheathed came out, the tip of the sword was aimed at Shen Wen immediately, and before Shen Wen finished speaking, he fell silent because of the sudden murderous intent.

The Shen family furniture behind them was startled, Yunying Lianliu's eyebrows stood upside down, she suddenly drew her sword and attacked, shouting: "You two big devils, how dare you hurt my husband!"

Shen Zhen hastily stretched out his hand to block the three of them, and said to Yun Ying: "Mother, don't worry! Master will not hurt father!" His tone was extremely firm.

Yufu's face changed slightly, she looked at the strange man in Duan Heng's arms from a distance, her heart hardened, and she shouted: "Ze'er! I'm sorry for you, mother, don't hate your elder brother!"

Shi Fangyu's hand holding the sword tightened.

"Shen Ze, if this action can relieve the grievance in your heart, I am willing to bear it." Shen Wen's eyes were firm, with a sense of righteousness and awe.

Shi Fangyu sneered, this smile touched the wound again, he coughed a few times, seeing Duan Heng's unbearable eyes, he calmed down slightly: "Listen to Master."

Turning back to Shen Wen with a mocking smile: "You think highly of yourself."

This time, he seemed to decide not to hesitate any longer, and swung his sword with his hand. The sword energy shook the disciple who was holding Shen Wen back violently. The next moment, Shi Fangyu held the hilt of the sword and made a posture to shoot it out .

Shen Wen closed his eyes, and amidst the exclamation behind him, he only felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears.

He turned around and saw that the disciple supporting him passed the good sword through his chest, and the good sword returned to Shi Fangyu's hand, but the disciple fell down in horror.

Shi Fangyu put the good sword back into its sheath, and continued to wrap around Duan Heng's neck with both hands.

"Uncle Jing, is it fun for you to hide?"

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It's over, it's too late!

When I came to a code word, I split my brain

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When the battle is dangerous, facing the masked man...

Duan Heng took a step forward, his clothes were fluttering, the wind raged in an instant, and the wind swept away the dust. He pressed the jade belt hook at his waist, and raised his right hand...

Jumped to Paradise of Paradise.