Gorefiend

Lan Feng received the letter from Fei Ge and saw that the master was going to fight the blood demon with his own strength. He was so frantic that he hurried down the mountain to Chang'an regardless of anyone's dissuasion.

Master!He silently prayed in his heart to see that loving old man again.

But when he arrived, there was only a cold corpse waiting for him.

"Master..." Lanfeng cried like a helpless child in the mourning hall. The person who raised him and taught him martial arts is gone.Looking at his snow-white beard and hair, he knew that there would be such a day, but he didn't know it would be in this form.Next to it lay the corpses of the Dharma protectors. When the master left that day, what he told him turned out to be an afterthought.

"Senior brother, get up, the ground is dirty." The little book boy who had been taking care of Lan Feng worriedly helped Lan Feng who was kneeling on the ground and was crying.

"How did Master die that day?" Lan Feng, who was in a state of dementia, asked softly.

The guardian disciple next to him narrated what happened at that time: the master and the guardian thought that the blood demon had just recovered, and his strength would not be as good as before, but they didn't expect that even so, in the fierce battle, he still never gained the upper hand. He didn't dodge the sharp swords of the two of them very much, but the gorefiend who was covered in bruises became more and more courageous in the battle, and finally the blood turned into sharp blades and killed the two of them.

Lan Feng listened to the story blankly, and at the end, said, "Go back and bury Master and the Dharma protector..."

A group of people escorted the coffin and walked slowly. Lan Feng kept his head down all the way, not speaking, and lost his proud look in the past.When they were about to reach the bottom of the mountain, some disciples who escaped said that the Gorefiend had gone up the mountain and slaughtered the Qingjian Gate.

"What did you say!" Lan Feng shook the man like crazy, "Say it again?!"

"Eldest brother! Calm down, let's go up and see the situation first."

"Everything I said is true..." The young disciple who escaped for his life covered the wound on his arm.

"Okay, I'll go up to have a look first, and you slowly carry the coffin and follow behind."

Lan Feng held the sword in his hand uneasily, everywhere he saw was blood red.red!red! !red! ! !In his world, only shocking red is left.

He fell to his knees in a daze.

"Eldest brother... woo woo woo woo!" All the disciples around us cried, "From now on, the Green Sword Sect will depend on you."

Lan Feng's eyes were lost, he didn't know if he heard it, all the juniors lay beside him crying, Lan Feng shook a few times, and passed out.

"Brother!"

When Lan Feng woke up again, he could only see blood red in front of his eyes.

"Junior Brother..." He sat up blankly.

"Senior brother, you're awake!" The book boy who was taking care of him hurried over to help him, and another person brought a bowl of medicine, "Senior brother, drink the medicine and get better."

"Hmm", Lan Feng stared at the medicine bowl in a daze, and the brown soup medicine had a bit of blood red tinge when he looked at it.

The remaining disciples of the Qingjianmen were cleaning the sect, but the blood had dried up and it was difficult to clean up.