Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5729
"Tang Yazi, be merciful!" Yang Yongxian howled, turned around and rushed towards San Wu, using his body to protect San Wu behind him.

"Tang Yazi, this is the master I invited back, please do me a favor..."

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Yongxian with stern eyes: "If you are in a mess, can something like a dog have face?"

Yang Yongxian froze for a moment.

Luo Fengtang kicked Yang Yongxian out of the room, and fell into the main room, breaking a stool.

With such a loud noise, there was no reaction in Old Yang's room opposite.

Why?

Because Sanwu was going to fight Yu'er tonight, Yang Yongxian fooled Old Yangtou to eat meat and drink at Little Old Yangtou's place in advance.

So now that Yang Yongxian was kicked to the ground by Luo Fengtang and vomited blood, it is impossible for someone to intercede for him.

And he himself still struggled to crawl back into the house to intercede for San Wu.

Inside the room, Luo Fengtang's sword was already on San Wu's neck.

His voice was colder than the edge of a sword, and what he said was a talisman urging him to die: "Qing'er will kill your primordial spirit, and I will kill your physical body, Sanwu, your time of death has arrived!"

There was already a black circle around Sanwu's neck, and black smoke was coming out.

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

"Wait a minute!" he said anxiously.

Luo Fengtang stared at him.

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

San Wu was startled, then nodded, "That's right, what kind of sword is that?"

He is a man of cultivation, and he has practiced to the point where his soul is out of his body.

The soul, if it is nothingness, is nothingness, because it is hard to see with the naked eye.

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

And the swords in this world don't have the kind of thing that cuts both the virtual and the real.

Luo Fengtang's eyes showed a hint of pride, "It's okay to let you be a fool, Qing'er's sword is the ancient sword Moxie!"

Gu Jian Mo Xie?

Sanwu's eyeballs almost protruded from their sockets in shock.

This is a divine sword that only exists in legends. According to legend, there is a swordsmith's soul in this sword. After thousands of years, he drank human blood, recognized his own master, and absorbed 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 gushed out from Sanwu's neck, accompanied by Yang Yongxian who had just climbed to the door of the house and screamed: "No..."

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

"Being able to die under my daughter-in-law's Mo Xie sword is the good fortune of you, a monstrous monk!" Luo Fengtang withdrew his sword, turned and left.

……

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

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

Yang Huazhong picked up the shochu and kerosene he had prepared in advance, sprinkled it around the small house, and then threw the torch down, and suddenly, a raging fire burst into the sky.

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

"It's not good, let's go to the water, let's go to sleep!"

The villagers were so frightened that they rushed to tell each other.

(End of this chapter)