What an amazing sword this was, which made Ye Yinfeng feel beyond his reach. The sword condensed into a dazzling red light, the sword reflected a brilliant luster under the remnant sun, the light of the sword covered up the blood-like luster of the remnant sun, and the sword was like the eyes of a beauty like autumn water. It was a gentle lover-like hand brushing over his ears, it was a chilling momentum like slaughtering and slashing the barrenness, and that sword contained too much, so that Ye Yinfeng couldn't tell which emotion was the real one.

That sword was fast, so fast that his mind didn't have time to react, and such a fast sword was faster than ordinary people's thinking. Ye Yinfeng could only subconsciously retreat, but the cold mang was like a maggot attached to the bones, which made Ye Yinfeng's heart rise with a helpless bitterness.

Ye Yinfeng retreated and retreated, but the white shadow holding the long sword was forced again and again. Where can the retreating people be faster than the people who are chasing, when Ye Yinfeng retreated dozens of steps, Yan Longxing's fierce figure had already caught up with him, and the long sword reflected the breath of death and forced it straight towards his throat.

A cold chill came from the long sword, and before the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand could be withdrawn, the long sword in Yan Longxing's hand had already reached an inch of his throat. The cold intent that came from the long sword made Ye Yinfeng feel desperate, even if this sword was in his heyday, he couldn't dodge it. A churning fishy smell rushed to his throat, and he felt a stream of sweet and bitter blood spurt out of his mouth.

Before the old wounds could be cleaned up, the sword light that emerged from Yan Longxing's long sword was pressed towards his body again, although the sword did not go any further in the end. The new wound exploded like an explosion, sending out a chain reaction in his body, and he could no longer suppress the blood gushing out of his chest.

Bright red blood spilled from Ye Yinfeng's mouth, his gaze was cold, and he didn't understand why Yan Longxing killed the killer as soon as they met. He clearly felt the strong killing intent on the long sword in the other party's hand, but in the end, that strong killing intent dissipated. He felt the arrival of death, which made a layer of fine sweat appear on his back, and even there was a trace of sweat on his forehead, there was no escape, there was no way to avoid it, he could only look at the other party coldly.

Yan Longxing still had a warm smile on his face, and his slender fingers held the sword very steadily, so steady that Ye Yinfeng's heart couldn't help trembling. And his dusty white clothes swayed with the breeze, just like the sword fairy who stood proudly with his sword, so shocked that the dusty young man made Ye Yinfeng's heart covered with dust.

"We met again, but alas, your growth was so disappointing. At this time, you are still so weak, so weak that you don't even have the heart to kill you, you have always been puzzled, right, maybe one day when you become stronger, you will understand. ”

Yan Longxing put away his sword and turned to leave, his figure was deeply engraved in Ye Yinfeng's mind like a brand. A young man as proud as he is, but with strength beyond him, he doesn't understand why he wants to kill himself, but he knows that today's humiliation will be with him for the rest of his life, unless he defeats the other party with his own hands.

With a "poof", Ye Yinfeng's trembling body opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was slightly tired, and his face was a little sluggish and bitter. At this time, the true qi in his body became extremely disordered, and the strands of true qi became violent, and the true qi in his body had always been soft and smooth, and he didn't expect that the true qi in his body would become so state after these two injuries.

Forcibly holding back the pain caused by the violent true qi in his body, Ye Yinfeng could only find a hidden place and sit cross-legged. When he introduced the true qi in his body into the dantian, he found that the three small balls as small as stars in his dantian were spinning faster and faster. Driven by the rapid rotation of the three small balls, the introduced true qi turned into a nebula-like shape and converged towards the center of the dantian.

He could only keep silently mantra and slowly suppressed the furious true qi in the dantian. It's just that he didn't expect that he would use his skills to heal his injuries and suppress his violent true qi, and several hours would pass after sitting down. When the true qi in the dantian became softened, and the true qi in his body finally returned to normal, he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was pitch black everywhere. He sat down late into the night, and felt that the pain in his body had lessened a lot, and he immediately got up and ran away into the night.

When he came to the nameless town, he was attracted by a fierce fight, and he ran towards it. When his figure first arrived at the fierce fighting ground, he hid his figure.

I saw that there were three people in front of me facing dozens of black-clothed martial cultivators, and three people looked at the crowd with solemn faces. The four people who were killed there were Ye Yinfeng who knew them, and they were the three Ouchi masters beside Chai Rong, but the people who tore and killed these three Ouchi masters were masked, revealing only a pair of ruthless eyes. The group of black-clothed men were ruthless, and they couldn't stop attacking the three Ouchi masters with fatal moves. However, the three Ouchi masters had some signs of being unable to parry, but what they encountered was a group of outlaws, who did not care about their own lives at all, and even did not hesitate to exchange their own lives for one person to be injured.

The other three people who stood on horseback and watched the battle were also known to Ye Yinfeng, it was Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin, as well as Fu Jing of Shengyangmen. The three of them did not participate in the tearing up, especially Chai Rong, whose face became a little pale at this time, and some were a little sad. Zhao Kuangyin was tightly guarding Chai Rong's side, looking at the battlefield from time to time with a pair of tiger eyes, but Fu Jing also showed an anxious gaze in his eyes.

A black-clothed man lunged at a Ouchi master, ignoring the fact that the Ouchi's raised palm was slapping his chest, but before he died, the black-clothed man stabbed his weapon hard and stabbed it fiercely in the chest. Although the weapon did not stab the Ouchi master in the end, the black-clothed man burst out with an amazing force before he died, and the weapon finally injured the Ouchi master.

Seeing that the Ouchi master was injured, several black-clothed people rushed towards him, which made the Ouchi master's face change slightly. He waved his palm shadow and slapped it towards the black-clothed people respectively, and there were several "bangs" in a row, and he easily slapped the black-clothed people away, but what he didn't expect was that a few weapons still fell on his body, causing the Ouchi master to let out a terrible scream.

Several wolf-like glowing eyes fell on the Ouchi master, and several more men in black rushed towards him. The eyes of the Ouchi master finally fell with fear, he didn't expect that what he and the others encountered was a group of crazy people, and when he wanted to retreat, it was too late, and several men in black had already surrounded him.

A burst of sword light and sword shadows swept up in this dark night, and a miserable scream resounded in this vast night, and the lives of several black-clothed people were finally exchanged for the lives of a master of Ouchi. The solemn color in the eyes of the remaining two Ouchi masters became stronger and stronger, but the fierce color in the eyes of the dozens of black-clothed men who besieged them became even stronger. They rushed up in droves, completely exposing the flaws in their bodies to the eyes of the two Ouchi masters.

Ye Yinfeng hid his body in the dark, and he didn't show up, because he felt a killing intent that made his heart palpitate in this night. This erasing killing intent came and went, but this killing intent had always locked Chai Rong who was riding a horse, so Ye Yinfeng couldn't make any moves. His eyes wandered around, he wanted to find the killer hiding in the shadows, but to his disappointment, he only felt the killing intent of the other party from time to time, but he couldn't find the person.

As a last resort, he still couldn't make a move, he knew that the three Ouchi masters beside Chai Rong were extraordinary, but he also knew that the group of black-clothed people besieging them were even crazier, it was simply outrageously crazy. This group of black-clothed people who didn't care about their own lives completely put their lives on the line, even if they just hurt the other party, they didn't hesitate to put their lives on the line.

Not only did the faces of the two remaining masters change, but even the faces of Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin also changed. They had never seen such a tragic fight, nor had they seen such a crazy dead soldier, where was this fight between martial cultivators, this was simply a madman's move. Fu Jing's face became a little pale, the hand holding the reins of the horse trembled slightly, and some fear began to spread in his eyes that even he could not believe.

The tearing up was finally over, and only a few five or six of the dozens of men in black were left. And the three Ouchi masters were all killed, and the smell of blood everywhere was thick and pungent, and the blood stains all over the ground were particularly shocking under the gloomy night. The death of the three Ouchi masters was even more chilling, their bodies were full of weapons in the hands of the group of black-clothed people, and their bodies were almost a pile of flesh and blood, only their faces were still clear, and their angry eyes seemed to be fighting against this unacceptable fact.

The remaining five or six black-clothed men turned their gaze to Chai Rong, who was standing on horseback, and their eyes were as bloodthirsty as ruthless. As if they were a pack of hungry wolves seeing delicious food, a low roar rang out in his throat, and then they rushed towards Chai Rong with their weapons that had long been lost.

Zhao Kuangyin's face changed slightly, and finally his face still showed a resolute expression, and he jumped down from the war horse with the dragon stick. Before his body reached the five or six men in black, he picked up his long stick and went down to the five or six men in black with an earth-shaking momentum.

"Bang, bang, bang", a few explosions, Zhao Kuangyin picked up the long stick and swept the five or six black-clothed people to the ground, but his body just settled. The five or six black-clothed men who fell to the ground, but two or three of them rose up with agility, and attacked Zhao Kuangyin frantically with their cold weapons. Their faces were already deadly gray, and their eyes had long since lost their lifeless sparkle.

After Zhao Kuangyin swept over these black-clothed men who were like strong crossbows, he breathed a long sigh of relief, he looked at the corpses everywhere, and couldn't help but show a palpitating fear. Fortunately, these men in black are only at the end of their crossbows, and if they were in their heyday, with his cultivation at this time, the final outcome would end up together.

Zhao Kuangyin just turned to look at Chai Rong, but as soon as he turned around, his face suddenly changed and became extremely pale. Because he saw a scene that made him scatter, he saw that Fu Jing, who was riding a horse and standing on Chai Rong's body, showed a grim expression on his face, and when he saw that expression, he panicked. After thousands of calculations, he hadn't calculated that Fu Jing, who was beside Chai Rong, would make a move on Chai Rong at this time.

As soon as the grim expression on Fu Jing's face was revealed, a short blade overflowing with cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, and the cold light in his hand flashed. The short blade slashed into a chilling lightning bolt and stabbed towards Chai Rong's chest. No one in this world has ever seen Fu Jing make a move, but there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Fu Jing's cultivation is by no means under Fu Heng, the master of Shengyangmen, but he has always been low-key, and he has been behind the scenes by giving advice to Shengyangmen on weekdays, so he will be ignored by others.