Unfortunately, there was no chance for him to regret it. Facing Leng Xuan's attack, he could only wave his fists and try hard to resist, but the effect was not good.

  Leng Xuan is very cool at the moment, in his eyes, Hua Butterfly has been reduced to a huge human flesh bag. He has practiced the anti-sky art since he was a child, and the anti-sky art is a very powerful exercise, full of the power of yang, and the smoother it is, the more powerful it can be.

  Leng Xuan's fight became more and more enjoyable. He liked this kind of head-to-head feeling, but it was difficult to follow his wishes in previous battles. Therefore, this time, he completely let go of his hands and feet. At this time, Hua Butterfly's resistance was getting weaker and weaker, and in the end, there was almost no power to fight back.

boom!

   A loud bang.

When Leng Xuan's fist hit Hua Butterfly's body again, he saw Hua Butterfly retreating again and again, stepping on the ground with five or six footprints three or four inches into the ground. There were countless turtle patterns nearby, and the originally huge body He has completely recovered to his previous appearance, not only that, but he is even uglier than when he had not transformed. His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his body was as thin as a match. Looking at the way he opened his mouth, it seemed that he was struggling to speak.

It took    a long time before Hua Butterfly said slowly: "I...my master will avenge me, you and your relatives and friends will die."

  Leng Xuan said coldly: "You are still threatening me when you are about to die. Should I praise you for your backbone? Besides, as long as you are dead, who will tell you that Master I killed you."

   "That's not necessarily true." Hua Butterfly suddenly smiled strangely, and then clenched her teeth sharply. Immediately, a stream of bright red blood flowed out of his mouth. And he closed his eyes and completely lost his life.

   "I actually killed myself by biting my tongue. It's okay, I saved my shot." Leng Xuan muttered to himself.

   However, at the same time as the death of Flower Butterfly, in a remote dark dwelling, an old man sat cross-legged on a futon, and around him were placed five flickering oil lamps. Suddenly, one of the previous oil lamps went out, turning into a faint blue smoke.

   The originally closed eyes of the old man suddenly opened, and he frowned: "Xiaohua is actually dead, who would have done it?" After pondering for a while, the old man opened his mouth and called, "Junior Brother Fenggui!"

   Following the old man's call, a voice immediately came: "Senior brother, what are your orders?"

The old man said: "Xiaohua is dead, you go and see who did it. If your strength is average, you can solve it. Our Shanlan faction is not so easy to bully. If the opponent is strong, then you will Come back and deal with it in person after I leave customs."

   "What?" Feng Gui's expression changed, and he said calmly, "Yes, Senior Brother, I understand."

   At this time, the old man said to himself: "Since the person who killed me, then let me say hello to him too."

   In the factory, Leng Xuan was looking at Hua Butterfly's corpse. Suddenly, he realized that the blood that came out of Hua Butterfly's mouth actually had life, turned into a thin line, and was swimming on the ground. In the end, a few words were formed - the one who killed my disciple, die!

  Leng Xuan looked at these blood-red characters and frowned tightly. He finally understood what the strange smile of Hua Butterfly's dying smile meant. It seemed that there must be a connection between him and his master. Once he dies, his master will know. If so, it will be troublesome. Because as long as you look carefully, you can know who killed the butterfly.