The boundless night gradually intensified, the tearing cold wind was as piercing as a knife, and on the pitch-black vast expanse, a galloping figure shuttled through the inky night.

A beautiful and peerless face showed an anxious and haggard color, and the fluttering figure of Tsing Yi was like a dusty figure at the moment with endless embarrassment, and the beautiful woman of the peerless generation was also carrying a blue-shirted young man.

The young man's face was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were closed like a dying man, and his weak breath seemed to hover on the edge of life and death, and each weak breath was like a hammer, knocking on the heart of the green-shirted woman.

Whether it was hesitation, helplessness, or anxiety, at this time, Nangong Xianchen was like a headless fly carrying the seriously injured Ye Yinfeng and hurriedly walked between the barren mountains and mountains. Surrounded by endless dense forests and mountains, there is no human population in sight.

The anxious Nangong Xianchen galloped forward, a deep and dark path in front of him, on both sides of the path were strange rocks overgrown with dry grass, and a few green pines with proud bodies suddenly appeared, standing in the cold wind.

Jimu looked forward, and a faint light the size of a bean suddenly appeared, feeling the sound of the injured person behind him breathing weaker and weaker, Nangong Xianchen couldn't help but feel another burst of colic.

The light the size of a bean in front of her was like a beacon to guide her going, and she was as confused as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, carrying the seriously injured and unconscious Ye Yinfeng to speed up, and her feet were on this winding path. The body shot like an arrow towards the place where the light of the beans shone brightly.

The rugged path seemed to be endless, the bean-sized light seemed to be always ahead, the dead trees and branches retreated one after another, and occasionally a few eerie night sounds suddenly sounded. Nangong Xianchen, who was defenseless for a while, was frightened by this sudden strange scream, and Ye Yinfeng, who was carrying behind him, was almost taken out of her hand and fell out.

Nangong Xianchen, who was already exhausted, carried the unconscious Ye Yinfeng on his back and ran on this winding and rugged path for nearly an hour, and the bean-sized light in front of him gradually brightened.

Nangong Xianchen cheered up his spirits and quickened his pace towards the place where the light was shining, and finally walked out of the winding and rugged strange rocky path, and at the end of the trail was a dense forest.

There was a faint light in the grove, which was the light the size of a bean that Nangong Xianchen saw. There was a small thatched hut deep in the woods, and a dilapidated red lantern hung high in front of the eaves.

Nangong Xianchen revealed the mottled shadows of the trees, and at a glance she saw a small thatched hut appearing not far from her, and the dilapidated lanterns hung high were swaying in the cold wind.

Hope ahead was imminent, Nangong Xianchen's body seemed to be full of infinite strength, and the exhaustion of his body suddenly disappeared, passing through this dense grove.

At this moment, she did not have a single intact placket on her body, but the woman who came out of the dust like a fairy was like a beggar, with her hair scattered and her whole body torn by the dead branches, all of which showed her endless embarrassment.

In front of me, a small thatched hut sits in a small col, and the faint light illuminates the quiet path leading to the thatched hut.

In front of the thatched house, a lonely and lonely figure sat withered, and next to the withered back was a broken stone table, on which was a steaming teapot.

Nangong Xianchen carried the unconscious Ye Yinfeng to the thatched house with staggering steps, and the first thing she saw was the lonely and lonely back, and the endless desolation emanated from the back, and the sturdy body highlighted that the other party was a martial arts cultivator who had cultivated well.

casually disposed of the shawl and went down, the man didn't seem to feel Nangong Xianchen's arrival, he didn't look back, he didn't speak, just gently stretched out a pair of slender palms, and poured a cup of hot tea casually.

"The little girl took the liberty of disturbing, I hope the seniors will forgive me." ，

Nangong Xianchen opened his mouth and said to the back Yingying, Ye Yinfeng behind him let out a slight moan at this moment, and seemed to be in even more pain.

Hearing a groan behind her, Nangong Xianchen's face couldn't help but change greatly, and the pain in her heart intensified like a rotation, and she didn't care about the reply of the sitting back, and hurriedly helped Ye Yinfeng behind her.

I saw that Ye Yinfeng's tightly closed eyes were locked and his eyebrows trembled from time to time, his pale face began to gradually turn black, and the blood stains overflowing from the corners of his mouth slowly changed from bright red to dark black.

The pulse in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, and his whole body began to slowly become cold, all of which showed that Ye Yinfeng was moving towards death step by step.

"Who is this young girl, and why are you in the middle of the night?" ，

Nangong Xianchen, who had already been distracted, couldn't stop shedding two lines of tears, stretched out her hand to caress the handsome face that was gradually cold, and a gentle voice came from her ear when she was in turmoil for a while.

She raised her head slightly, only to see that the awe-inspiring and cold back had turned around from time to time, although a slightly ordinary face exuded a unique temperament, and her eyes were as warm as stars looking at the two of them without blinking.

Although the man still maintains a sitting posture, he is dressed in cloth but it is difficult to hide his natural and transcendent temperament, and there is a convincing affinity in this person, even if it is the first time they meet, it makes people have endless trust.

I don't know if it's Nangong Xianchen's illusion or what, she thinks that this person must have an extraordinary cultivation of sainthood, but at this moment, this person does not have any true qi fluctuations, she feels that this person seems to have suffered some serious injury, resulting in a complete loss of internal strength, so it will give her such a feeling.

"Senior, the little woman Nangong Xianchen, took the liberty of disturbing me." , Feeling the gentle and kind gaze in the other party's eyes, Nangong Xianchen still said his real name.

"It turned out to be the eldest lady of 'Linglong Valley', I don't know who this seriously injured teenager is. makes Nangong girl so guarded, she must be an important person to the girl. ”

The man put down the teacup, walked straight to Nangong Xianchen, and stretched out his hand.

Ye Yinfeng, who was lying in her arms, inexplicably appeared in the man's hand, only to see the man's hand shadow flying, and slapped at the major acupuncture points of Ye Yinfeng's body, a sound of tapping sounded, and after a while, the man stopped the movement in his hand. Straightened Ye Yinfeng back into Nangong Xianchen's hands.

Nangong Xianchen took Ye Yinfeng, who was still unconscious, carefully examined his body, and found that his tightly knit eyebrows had stretched out at some point. The pulse in the hand is more powerful, and the even breathing sound is more vigorous and powerful.

"Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue, please ask the seniors' surname." Nangong Xianchen said to the man gratefully, if she hadn't been holding the unconscious Ye Yinfeng in her hand, she would have wanted to bow to the other party.

"Nangong girl is polite, it's just a gesture, in fact, these Nangong girls can also do it, but the girl's excessive concern for this person in her heart will give way to proportion, Guigu's 'Great Thousand Machines Technique' won't even be able to save this little injury."

The man waved his hand, a warm smile on his face. He didn't take credit, but instead reminded Nangong Xianchen with his words.

This person's words are simply like an initiation that swells up Nangong Xianchen's heart, and her face shows an unbelievably delicate red, and her delicate face is like a flower that is about to drip.

Seeing that she was showing such an embarrassed appearance at this moment, the man couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

But Nangong Xianchen's heart was secretly surprised, in addition to the warmth of the sun, there was also a feeling as deep as the sea in this person's eyes. An ordinary face carries the vicissitudes of long-term human accidents, and it is impossible to see the true age of the other party. And the other party's gaze at him was as clear as a spring, without the slightest abnormal fluctuation, and this person's whole body exuded an inexplicable feeling of intimacy.

There are few characters in the rivers and lakes who are so surprising and have such a unique temperament, and Nangong Xianchen also guessed several in her heart, but she rejected them one by one, she really couldn't figure out who this person was.

"Miss Nangong doesn't have to mind, anyone will be messed up because of concern, a certain family loves knives, which makes the girl smile." After a long laugh, the man said his name, and his tone was tinged with melancholy.

As soon as she heard the man say her name, Nangong Xianchen's eyes showed an even more shocked look, and she was so shocked that she almost covered her mouth and exclaimed. She never dreamed that the other party would be the first person in today's martial arts, the wind love knife known as the "Sword Saint". She didn't expect that this "Sword Saint" was actually such an ordinary middle-aged man, and he was so approachable.

Unable to hide the consternation in her heart, Nangong Xianchen was silent for a long time, and she didn't expect that in this barren mountain and wilderness, she would meet the "Sword Saint" Feng Liandao.

Just when Nangong Xianchen was in shock, he only heard the wooden door of the thatched house in front of them "creak" open, and out of the wooden door came a man who was about thirty years old.

The man was also dressed in coarse cloth, with a cold face like a knife, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword shot a sharp light and shot straight towards Nangong Xianchen.

"It's so murderous." , Feeling the sharp gaze of the cold man who pushed the door out, Nangong Xianchen's heart sank, and a pair of beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at the man who suddenly appeared.

"Brother Xian, you came just in time, the young man in this girl's arms is seriously injured, please help him to my bed." When Feng Liandao saw someone coming out of the thatched hut, he said to the cold man.

The cold man was silent and walked towards Nangong Xianchen, there was no expression on his cold face, and a cold and solemn aura emanated.

The cold figure of Shen Xiong walked towards her step by step, his heavy steps like lightning striking the ground,

It made Nangong Xianchen's heart awe-inspiring, and the cold and sharp light in the other party's eyes obviously had an unkind look, and she couldn't help but help the unconscious Ye Yinfeng take a few steps back.

"Ouyang, put away the cold aura on your body, don't scare this Nangong girl." Seeing this, Feng Liandao couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then said to the cold man.

"Big Brother ,???????" The cold man was only halfway through his words, and then he didn't continue, and there was a bit of eager care on his cold face, but the cold aura on his body was much lighter.

Walking in front of Nangong Xianchen, the cold man called Ouyang stretched out a pair of strong and powerful arms to take the unconscious Ye Yinfeng, and Nangong Xianchen at this time looked at Ye Yinfeng who was transferred from his hands with a reluctant expression.

Her beautiful eyes were flowing with a beautiful and brilliant light, and she looked at the broad back with a blurred face, and walked into the thatched house with Ye Yinfeng in her arms with a cold temperament.

"Your friend was created by the poisonous skills of the Nine Shadows Cult, have you encountered the remnants of the Nine Shadows Cult?" Feng Liandao looked at Ouyang who was leaving, he pondered for a moment, poured a cup of tea, and motioned for Nangong Xianchen to sit down on a stone bench next to him.

"Yes, thank you seniors for helping me, Nangong is unforgettable." , Nangong Xianchen suddenly bowed to the wind and the knife Yingying, and she still maintained that detached style in an embarrassed manner.

"Ah, I can't help it, Miss Nangong is polite." When Feng Liandao, who was drinking with a glass, saw the scarred woman in Tsing Yi bowing to him, he immediately exclaimed, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Nangong Xianchen who worshipped, and continued: "Nangong girl is serious, a certain family is not much older than you, your predecessors can call a certain family an old man, and in the future, you will call a certain family by Brother Feng." ”

Feeling the other party's kindness, Nangong Xianchen was not confined to this kind of subsection, she said with a light tooth and cheerfulness: "Little sister is better to be respectful than to obey fate, I have seen Brother Feng." ”

"Hahaha, it's really unpredictable, a certain family accepted a new brother some time ago, and this will get such a beautiful little sister like a fairy, which really makes a certain family feel very happy." Feng Liandao laughed again, and a wave of pride suddenly broke through the cage-like night.

Nangong Xianchen raised the teacup and took a sip of tea, at this moment she was still worried about Ye Yinfeng's injury, although she knew that it should not be a big deal for Feng Liandao to come to the rescue, but she still felt faintly uneasy in her heart.

"Little sister, don't worry, your friend's cultivation is the Taoist supreme heart method, although this injury is serious, but the Taoist heart method is extremely exquisite, the evil practice of the Nine Shadows Sect is just restrained by your friend's heart method, and there is no danger to life at this moment." Feng Liandao's mind was like a torch, where did he still look down on Nangong Xianchen's worries, and he comforted the beauty.

Nangong Xianchen smiled, thanked the other party, and a big stone in her heart suddenly fell to the ground, at this time, endless exhaustion suddenly came, and the incomparable sleepiness made her almost unable to stand up, and her consciousness began to blur, she felt that she was too tired, and she just wanted to take a good rest.

Feng Liandao sighed when he saw this, and he was also amazed by this strange woman in his heart.

"Xiao Guo, you come out and help this Nangong girl to rest." , Feng Liandao seemed to be commanding someone, and his voice sounded a moment later,

The wooden door of the thatched hut opened again, and out of the wooden door came a graceful young woman in cloth, with a delicate face without rouge under her high bun.

The cloth-clothed young woman walked straight to Nangong Xianchen, picked up her soft body, and walked slowly towards the thatched house.

When all the people entered the thatched house, a fierce light suddenly shot out from the ordinary eyes of the Wind Love Knife, and the sharp light was about to rush to the sky, breaking through the silent night and rushing into the boundless dark sky.