After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Ruozhu's gaze fell on the Taiwei sword in Li Fuyi's hand, as if she was thinking about something.

Li Fuyi's warning was obvious. She was not as confused as Junior Sister Zhao.

"Ruozhu will take Junior Sister with her and leave first. If the Immortal Master has any instructions in the future, please come to Yuehua Sect to find us."

After saying that, she held Junior Sister Zhao's hand tightly and strode towards the first floor.

Amid the exclamations of the guests and waitresses in the lobby of the Flower Drum Tower, he rushed out of the door like a red gust of wind, and without hesitation, he soared into the air on his sword, and disappeared into the horizon like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Even after flying a long distance, the two did not dare to slow down at all.

"Senior Sister, are we really leaving like this?" There was a hint of reluctance in Junior Sister Zhao's voice. She felt a liking for this benefactor who suddenly appeared.

A hero saves a beauty, what a romantic plot!

What's more, this benefactor not only has a high level of cultivation, but also has a cold temperament.

Even with a black cloth covering his face, it is difficult to conceal his heroic spirit.

How can she not be tempted?

Ruozhu tightened her clothes around herself and said calmly but firmly, "If he wants us to do something, he will come to us."

"You saw what happened just now. If we continue to entangle, I'm afraid it will be even worse."

Seeing that Junior Sister Zhao was angry and obviously still a little unconvinced, Ruozhu didn't say anything more, but just quickened her pace to get on the road.

"We have to go back and report to Master first. There are still many junior sisters trapped in the Flower Drum Tower, waiting for us to rescue them."

Now that things have come to this, even if Junior Sister Zhao has many thoughts in her mind, she can only let them go for the time being.

Senior sister is right, the most urgent task is to rescue our fellow disciples.

Ruozhu's heart was actually not as calm as she appeared to be.

The magic sword in the black-clothed man's hand kept replaying in her mind. The sword light and the sword force seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

His voice…also had an inexplicable familiarity.

There is a vague guess that has been lingering in my mind.

However, the most urgent task is to return to the sect for help. Saving people is the most important thing.

She had to temporarily suppress these chaotic thoughts and concentrate on controlling the sword.

The top floor of Huagu Tower.

As soon as Ruozhu and Junior Sister Zhao left the top floor, Li Fuyi slowly walked to the unconscious Ding Long.

After all, he is a cultivator. Even if his cultivation is completely wasted, his foundation is still there. This makes his breathing trembling but still steady.

"Hmph!" Li Fuyi recalled what happened that day, and the anger in his heart surged again.

He raised his foot and kicked Ding Long against the wall with all his strength.

First he was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and then he was whipped madly by Ruozhu. At this moment, Ding Long was like a human sandbag.

There was no sound when it hit the wall, not even a groan.

With a muffled thud, his body slid down the wall to the ground, like a puddle of powerless mud, without any trace of his previous arrogance and arrogance.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the silent room, and Li Fuyi walked slowly towards Ding Long who was slumped in the corner.

The unprecedented pressure made Ding Long's breathing tighten involuntarily, and then he tried to calm down and hide his panic.

There were only two of them in the room, and Li Fuyi easily saw through Ding Long's trick of pretending to be dead.

He stopped beside Ding Long, the Taiwei Sword in his hand flashed with a cold light and with a slight sound of breaking through the air, he fiercely stabbed Ding Long's right hand!

"what--!"

A shrill scream echoed in the room, like the howl of a pig being slaughtered, making people's eardrums hurt.

Ding Long's hand was nailed to the ground by the Taiwei Sword. His paralyzed left hand was trembling, but he could not reach his right hand that was pierced by the sword, so he could only struggle weakly.

He could only let out bursts of wails and looked at Li Fuyi who was looking down at him with a look of horror.

Li Fuyi's lips were tightly clenched, and she didn't even blink; she raised the Taiwei Sword again, and before Ding Long could react, she stabbed it down again!

"Ah——!!! What on earth do you want me to do to let you go!" Ding Long screamed in despair and anger. His voice was hoarse, and he almost roared at Li Fuyi:

"I've let all your women go, and I've given them the antidote."

"What else is there against you?! You're torturing me like this!"

His anger and roar could not affect Li Fuyi at all, it was this dirty hand!

He had bullied the best master in the world to him!

Damn!

No! Death is too easy for him!

His eyes revealed a terrifying ruthlessness, and the Taiwei sword in his hand rose and fell, and every rise and fall of the sword tip was accompanied by Ding Long's screams.

As the stabbing continued, Ding Long's right hand gradually became bloody and eventually turned into an unrecognizable pool of flesh and bone.

The room was filled with the smell of blood. Ding Long's screams gradually became weaker, his eyes became unfocused, and the pain in his right hand was beyond his limit. The numbness actually made him feel more relaxed.

Ding Long's body twitched weakly on the ground, and his consciousness began to blur, but Li Fuyi did not stop.

The revenge continues!

But even if I lose my right hand, I still have my left hand!

When the new pain came again, it pulled Ding Long back to reality from his confusion.

He was almost going crazy. "What on earth are you going to do? I'm warning you! My helpers are coming soon!"

"You...ah..." His roar turned into a weak wail because his tongue was cut off again!

His mouth was filled with blood and he could only make indistinct whimpering sounds.

Li Fuyi's voice was cold and resolute: "You don't deserve a tongue. Master destroyed it, so it would be wrong to put it back!"

Now Ding Long finally knew Li Fuyi's identity, but it was too late...

His eyes were fixed on the door, hoping that help from the backyard would arrive in time.

Why haven't they arrived yet?!

If it's any later, he will really die.

Ding Long's heart was filled with despair, and he felt that his life was slipping away bit by bit.

Li Fuyi's voice was like the verdict of Yama's judge, and every word was filled with ice: "Don't look, your two helpers can't get in."

"Master is kind-hearted and gave you a chance to live; but you took advantage of his mercy, lingering on and continuing to cause harm to the world. Damn it!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless anger and condemnation.

With a flick of his hand, he pierced Ding Long's left eye with a sword.

"Since you refuse to change your bad habits, I will settle the score with you and put an end to your sins!" Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword again and stabbed Ding Long's right eye.

Ding Long struggled painfully in a pool of blood, his wails reaching a climax that almost blew the roof off the building.

The succubus's voice echoed in Li Fuyi's mind: "Master, the younger slave has already taken care of the older one. The older one is a bit tricky, so Master needs to take care of it himself."