Hearing the middle-aged monk's words, the young monk was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses.

"No, I'm not afraid of death, Uncle Yun, I really am not afraid of death!"

As if worried that the middle-aged monk would not believe what he said, the young monk emphasized it several times.

"It's just that I don't want everyone to die in vain."

Hearing the young monk's words, the middle-aged monk smiled bitterly, with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "Silly boy, even if we tell him the whereabouts of the formation disk now, he will not let us go."

Unlike the young monks, he has deep experience. From the moment Yu Wenlie and others first appeared here, he had already seen that these people in front of him were a group of desperadoes. Such people had no credibility at all.

words.

A look of astonishment flashed across the young monk's face. He was about to speak, but at this moment, Yu Wenlie's words completely stopped him.

"Haha, he is right. Now even if you tell me where you hide the formation disk, I will not let you go. However, I can promise you that if you hand over the formation disk, I can let you die happily.

Click." Yu Wenlie laughed wildly.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his arm with great effort and touched the young monk's head. A sad look flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Feng, Uncle Yun knows that you are doing it for everyone's good, but we are destined to be unable to escape today's disaster.

, Fortunately, the Yuwen family no longer exists, and our great hatred has been avenged."

"Uncle Yun's only regret is that until my death, I will not know who the benefactor was who destroyed the Yuwen family and avenged us."

The young monk looked at the middle-aged monk, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Yun, if we can survive, I will do anything to repay that benefactor's kindness."

Survive?

Hearing the young monk's words, a look of confusion appeared in the middle-aged monk's eyes. With their current situation, it would be even harder to survive than to reach heaven.

This Dingyuanfang is a famous slum in Sihai City. Apart from those mortals who have no power to restrain themselves, they are the only ones there. Even if a miracle happens at this moment, no one will come to save them.

However, the middle-aged monk did not say this, because in the last moments of his life, he did not want to destroy the hope in the young monk's heart.

In the blink of an eye, three breaths passed, and still no one spoke. Yu Wenlie looked at the young monk, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

"Boy, if you don't tell me, you will die."

Seeing Yu Wenlie walking towards him, the young monk's eyes showed a hint of fear, but then his expression became firm again.

"No matter what, it's death. Come on, I'm not afraid!"

When Yuwen Lie heard this, he burst out laughing: "Haha, okay, you are a man. If it were normal, I might not kill you."

"But now, die!"

After he finished speaking, Yu Wenlie stretched out his right hand and patted the young monk on the head.

"Xiao Feng!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk showed a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Am I going to die?"

Feeling the fatal crisis, the young monk suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

Everyone closed their eyes as if they couldn't bear to see the cruel scene that followed.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.

call out!

With a sound of breaking through the speed of sound, the magnificent shore of a giant sword appeared in front of the young monk.

This figure waved the giant sword in his hand, and he didn't hesitate to hesitate. He opened several sword qi to Yu Wenlie. The power of sword qi was not strong, but it successfully resolved Yu Wenlie's offensive.

This figure is naturally Zhang Yifeng.

Dodging Zhang Yifeng's sword qi, Yu Wenlie looked at Zhang Yifeng and asked: "Who are you?"

Zhang Yifeng hadn't spoken yet, Yu Wenlie beside him, always following his young monk looked at Zhang Yifeng in surprise, his face suddenly changed.

The new city owner Fengyi. "" Fengyi? New Lord? "

Hearing the words of the young monk, Yu Wenlie first froze, and then the cold color in his eyes was even more: "So, is your big brother you killed?"

Zhang Yifeng heard the words, frowned and asked, "Is your eldest brother? Is it Yu Wenyu?"

Yu Wenlie nodded with a sneer, saying, "God, really treat me not thin, Lao Tzu is worried about how to find you revenge to my elder brother. I didn't expect you to send it to the door by yourself. This saved Lao Tzu.

trouble."

"Remember, the person who kills you is my Yu Wenlie!"

When the words fell, Yu Wenlie's spiritual power appeared crazy, and then he waved his big knife and attacked Zhang Yifeng.

On the side, the young monk slowly looked at his eyes, and there was a sense of stunning in his eyes.

Under the despair, he was ready to welcome death, but what he did not expect was that after a long time, he was delayed to see Yu Wenlie's attack.

In the doubt, he opened his eyes. When he saw Zhang Yifeng, who was fighting with Yu Wenlie, a stunned color appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle Yun, what's the situation, is anyone here to save us?" The young monk looked at the middle -aged monk.

However, the middle -aged monk did not answer his question, but fixed his eyes tightly on Zhang Yifeng, and his eyes were full of excitement.

It wasn't until the young monk called again that the middle -aged monk returned to God.

I saw that he said with excitement to the young monk: "Xiaofeng, the adult holding a giant sword is the benefactor who destroyed the Yuwen family and reported us to revenge. Just now he saved you."

The young monk heard the words and stunned, and then looked at Zhang Yifeng, who was fighting with Yu Wenlie, and his expression instantly became extremely enthusiastic.

"Uncle Yun, say that, have we saved it!"

"It should be rescued."

The middle -aged monk nodded with a smile. From the current situation, as long as Zhang Yifeng defeated Yu Wenlie, they would be rescued.

At this time, Yu Wenlie and Zhang Yifeng had already fought for dozens of rounds.

"Boy, what level of knife are you!"

Yu Wenlie exclaimed.

The knife in his hand was already full of gaps, making him painful.

This knife, but he spent a huge price, please forge the nine -level weapon that the Alchemist for forging. In order to forge this weapon, he spent not small!

But what he didn't expect was that he had always been regarded as a baby's big knife, but he had a gap appeared after a few times with the giant sword in Zhang Yifeng.

Is this giant sword of this kid, is it a magic weapon?

Thinking of this possibility, the pain in Yu Wenlie's eyes disappeared instantly, and it turned full of greed.

"Boy, obediently offer the giant sword in your hand, Lao Tzu spares that you will not die."
Chapter completed!