Li Wenpeng narrowed his eyes and stared at the battlefield, which was gradually shifting as his movement technique changed.
As soon as he arrived, he found that his son's bedroom door had been violently broken open.
? With Zhao Feng's death, the sense of danger this mysterious person gave him made him unable to care about his son's life.
No matter how much his son liked him and doted on him, he could still have another one. However, he only had one life.
Therefore, after understanding that his son might have been killed, after a moment of grief and anger, calm and rationality had returned to Li Wenpeng's brain.
Countless thoughts spun rapidly.
Li Wenpeng's heart was filled with gloominess. If this person in front of him was not handled well, it would be a disaster for the Li family. The consequences of the family being destroyed would be devastating.
Who was this person?
What was his purpose?
At first, Li Wenpeng thought that his son, Li Yuncong, had provoked someone he shouldn't have, which led to his death.
? However, after Li Yuncong died and killed Zhao Feng, this person didn't escape, nor did he show any intention of escaping.
What did this mean?
He was here for the entire Li family.
Judging from his ruthless methods, this mysterious person had never planned to let everyone in this house off from the beginning.
Or was it because he was working for the people in the City Lord's Estate that he was implicated?
? Li Wenpeng stared at Zhao Feng's corpse.
Clenching the long and narrow saber in his hand tightly, the martial masters who were besieging him suffered more and more casualties, but he was not worried at all, as if he had a plan in mind.
He slowly pulled out the knife in his hand.
In fact, whether it was the Martial Masters who were fighting and had already suffered casualties or the City Guards who heard the commotion and rushed over to check, Li Wenpeng had no hope from the beginning!
He was able to start from a poor kid in the outer city who had nothing. He started from scratch and fought his way into the inner city. The only principle he believed in for so many years was:
He could only rely on himself!
If you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall, and if you rely on the mountain, everyone will run.
This was the bloody lesson that Li Wenpeng had learned from countless battles of blood and fire.
The only thing he could trust was the saber in his hand.
Swoosh!
After adapting to the combat style of fighting against a large number of enemies in a short period of time, the saber in Yue Beixuan's hand began to glow with a faint light again.
The starlight fell on the saber, as if it was trapped and couldn't escape. Then, as the saber buzzed gently, it burst out a mournful saber light again, turning into bright crescent moons that were interlocked.
Clang clang!
Under the crescent moon that represented death, the ring of swords and weapons that was surrounded by the remaining nine martial masters rang out.
In the next moment, the broken blades were still flashing with a cold light as they were sent flying!
Seven people's throats were cut open, and blood sprayed out. The weapons in their hands were only left with half a blade.
The weapons in their hands were all broken.
In the blink of an eye, he had taken the lives of seven people. Yue Beixuan turned to Li Wenpeng and asked,"
"Then, it's your turn."
In reality, while he was fighting with the other Martial Masters, Yue Beixuan had been paying attention to Li Wenpeng's movements.
His performance was too calm. He allowed himself to gradually kill the besiegers, but he was still calm and composed, as if he had some secret trump card.
What trump card would it be?
In the midst of the battle, as his position kept shifting, no one other than Yue Beixuan noticed Li Wenpeng's actions.
He held a long and narrow weapon that looked very similar to the Tang sword from Yue Beixuan's previous life. He stealthily approached the Martial Master's corpse on the ground and stabbed it down.
At the moment when the sword stabbed down, Yue Beixuan saw a bloodthirsty and intoxicated expression on the other party's face.
? Now, in the courtyard where only the two of them were left, Li Wenpeng was already squatting in front of Zhao Feng's corpse.
Raising his head, he revealed a bloodthirsty and expectant smile as he said to Yue Beixuan,
"I want to thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to use this Blood Imbibing Saber.”
Under Yue Beixuan's gaze, the Blood Imbibing Saber in Li Wenpeng's hand instantly stabbed into Zhao Feng's heart.
This strange saber seemed to have a life of its own as it throbbed slightly.
Zhao Feng's corpse gradually dried up as if all his blood had been sucked out by the saber. Streaks of blood started to flow from the Blood Imbibing Saber.
In Yue Beixuan's perception, the stench of blood was so nauseating that it made him want to vomit.
Li Wenpeng, who was holding the saber, laughed wildly. His originally ordinary aura suddenly became violent, mysterious, and majestic! His entire body seemed to be affected by the blade, becoming cruel and ferocious.
The corners of Li Wenpeng's lips curled up as he sized up Yue Beixuan. He slowly paced back and forth before revealing a bloody smile,"
"You, have you thought about how to die?"
Yue Beixuan felt a sense of déjà vu.
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