"Tangyaozi, show mercy!" Yang Yongxian howled, turned around and rushed towards Sanwu, using his body to protect Sanwu behind him.

"Tangyaozi, this is the master I invited back, please give me face..."

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Yongxian with a stern gaze: "A dog-like thing can have face when working together in a coward?"

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment.

Luo Fengtang had already raised his foot and kicked Yang Yongxian out of the room. He fell into the hall and broke a stool.

There was no reaction from Old Yangtou's house opposite to such a loud noise.

Why?

Because Sanwu was going to have a fight with Yu'er tonight, Yang Yongxian had deceived Old Yangtou into going to Little Old Yangtou's place to eat meat and drink wine.

So now that Yang Yongxian was kicked to the ground by Luo Fengtang and vomited blood, it was impossible for anyone to come out to plead for him.

And he himself still struggled to climb back into the house to plead for Sanwu.

In the room, Luo Fengtang's sword was already placed on Sanwu's neck.

His voice was colder than the edge of the sword, and the words he spoke were a reminder: "Qing'er will kill your soul, I will kill your body, Sanwu, your death has come!"

There was a circle of black around Sanwu's neck, and black smoke was rising.

His eyes were full of shock and fear, as well as anger and unwillingness.

"Wait a minute!" he said urgently.

Luo Fengtang stared at him.

"Do you want to know why Qing'er's sword can kill your soul?" he asked.

Sanwu was startled for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, what kind of sword is that?"

He is a man of cultivation and has reached the state of soul leaving the body.

The soul is said to be nothingness, because it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

It is said to be the essence, but it can also be called the essence, because you can use it for yourself by manipulating the things transformed by the soul.

There is no such thing as a sword in this world that can cut both virtual and real things.

There was a hint of pride in Luo Fengtang's eyes, "It's okay for you to be a sensible person. Qing'er's sword is the ancient sword Moxie!"

Ancient sword Moxie?

Sanwu's eyes were so shocked that they almost bulged out of their sockets.

This is a magical sword that only exists in legends. According to legend, this sword contains the soul of the swordsmith. After thousands of years of drinking human blood, it can recognize its own master and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...

"Crack!"

Sanwu's thoughts were like a rushing river, suddenly cut off in the middle, and everything came to an abrupt end.

At the same time, a cavity of black blood spurted out from Sanwu's neck, accompanied by the scream of Yang Yongxian who had just climbed to the door of the house: "No..."

Sanwu's skull rolled to the ground, and his headless body was kicked down by Luo Fengtang, causing the ground to shake.

"It's because of you, the monster monk, that you can die under my wife's Moye sword!" Luo Fengtang put away his sword and turned around to leave.

…

When Luo Fengtang carried the knocked-out Yang Yongxian out of the yard, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, who were insiders, were already waiting here.

When he saw Luo Fengtang carrying Yang Yongxian out, Yang Huaming quickly came over, took Yang Yongxian aside, put him in a sack and carried him away.

Yang Huazhong took the shochu and kerosene he had prepared in advance, spread them around the small house, and then threw the torch down. Suddenly, a raging fire shot into the sky.

The fire burned for a whole night. When it was bright the next day, the villagers got up and went to work in the fields. What they saw was that the lonely house at the entrance of the village had been burned into a pile of ruins, with black smoke rising from it.

"It's not good, I'm drowning, I'm sleeping!"
Chapter completed!