Leng Fengyun, no longer called Beiming? Emperor Mu moved his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words in Fengyun's arms, but it was really just a slight movement. It didn't matter to him whether his surname was Leng or Beiming, whether it was the situation in the previous life or the situation in this life.

, it doesn’t matter to him, as long as it’s Fengyun.

The wind moves, the clouds move, and the cold light flashes.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man who was laughing wildly in the hall felt a flash of silver sword light in front of his eyes. Leng Fengyun, a cripple who was three meters away just now, suddenly approached him. The speed was almost as fast as the blink of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill in his arm, and a heart-breaking cold shiver quickly spread throughout his arm.

A piece of sword light flashed past, so fast that with the strength of his fourth-level warrior, he didn't even see the sword style clearly.

All I could feel was that as the sword passed by, my arm went cold, blood spurted out instantly, severe pain came, and I couldn't help but scream.[

"Third brother, back away quickly." Another middle-aged man standing behind Li Yeran was shocked. He quickly grabbed the third boy's back with a lightning handle and pulled him away from Leng Fengyun.

Flesh and blood, on the ground between the three of them, a pile of flesh and blood was splashed all over the ground.

"Ah...ah...my arm..." Lao San looked at his arm with an absolutely unbelievable expression at this time, a bare arm with only bones left.

There is not a trace of flesh and blood, not a trace of tendons, only one bone, one arm bone, from the shoulder to the palm, no, not the palm, now there are only five finger bones.

This...this...

In an instant, he was just full of flesh and blood, but now, his body looked like a chicken claw that had been deboned, ferocious.

Leng Fengyun's knife just now was so fast that it cut away all the flesh and dug out the tendons, leaving only the bones. This knife technique, this speed...

"Ah..." After the shock, the third child looked at his bones and screamed in true horror.

"Master." At the moment when the third child screamed wildly, the middle-aged man behind him looked at Li Yeran in shock.

The kitchen knife he was holding casually in his hand was shining with a cold light and was directly pressed against Li Yeran's neck. Leng Fengyun was holding the kitchen knife with murderous intent in his eyes.

"You... you... you are not Leng Fengyun, Leng Fengyun... is already useless, she..." Li Yeran was shocked when he looked at Leng Fengyun who finished ticking the third child in the blink of an eye and quickly pressed a knife to his neck.

With a bloodthirsty look on his face, Leng Fengyun pressed down the kitchen knife in his hand. Immediately, a bloodstain appeared on Li Yeran's neck.

"Stop, you dare to hurt my young master, today I will..."

It would have been better not to say this, but as soon as he said it, Leng Fengyun's hand holding the knife pressed harder and harder, and the blood on Li Yeran's neck instantly flowed down.

The expressions on the faces of the two middle-aged men were extremely ugly.

"Threatening me, my aunt was scared." Leng Fengyun held a kitchen knife against Li Yeran's neck, his eyes full of ridicule and anger: "What are you going to do today? Tell me, I will give you a chance, tell me."

His voice was cold, not angry but intimidating.

The middle-aged man looked at the kitchen knife in Leng Fengyun's hand and the blood on his young master's neck, and he dared not say anything.

Seeing this, Leng Fengyun's eyebrows darkened and he sneered: "Damn it, do you think my mother and I are easy to bully? If you dare to act wild in front of me, you really think that there is no one in my Leng Mansion. Let me tell you, even if I, Leng Fengyun, are dead."
Chapter completed!