While depicting the Vermilion Bird pattern, He Chang glanced at some people who jumped like flying, and one by one were light and healthy, running towards the mountain.

A sword was swung out, and the true qi was mighty.

Several Ming Jin martial artists were directly swept out, rolled off the cliff, and let out a miserable scream.

The Dark Strength Martial Artist can stabilize his body, and the Transforming Strength Martial Artist can easily resist the power of this sword.

When He Chang saw a group of people coming up, he accelerated the depiction of the feng shui array, only to see the tip of the sword rubbing against the rocks on the mountain, bursting out countless sparks.

However, everything was still too slow, and the group quickly went up the mountain and rushed to He Chang's side.

He Chang was silent, in the shadow of the sword and sword, while easily avoiding the attacks of the people around him, while depicting the Vermilion Bird pattern.

Gradually, in the fierce battle with people, his mind fell silent, forgetting the attack of the people around him, forgetting the long sword in his hand, only the Vermilion Bird pattern in front of him.

With the sound of swords, some of the people who went up the mountain to seek revenge began to have some wounds on their bodies, and even worse, they were pierced through the chest by a sword.

They looked at He Changzai, who was caught in a wonderful realm, and they all showed jealousy, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The burly man shouted loudly, "Don't let this kid's feng shui array become a formation, you go and entangle him, and I will be responsible for destroying his feng shui array!"

The surrounding group all had solemn expressions on their faces and nodded one after another.

Next, the group was light and jumped vertically, attacking He Chang from all directions.

The burly man jumped up high, picked up the sledgehammer, and smashed it into the feng shui array where the Vermilion Bird was dancing.

While dodging the attacks of the people around him, He Chang flew out with a kick from the big hammer that fell from the sky like Mount Tai pressed against the top, along with a kick from the burly man.

The next moment, he sketched a feng shui array in the shape of a vermilion bird.

He Chang glanced at Ren Yingying, who was stunningly beautiful, and couldn't bear to let her die under the fire of this Vermilion Bird.

He stepped forward, slapped it upside down with one palm, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the deep pool.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the cinnabar scavenged from Cai Ying from his pocket and sprinkled it on the feng shui array.

Accompanied by the sprinkling of foreign water, the cinnabar glowing with a little red light fell on the feng shui array where the red bird danced, and a magical scene appeared.

A flaming red finch transformed into a mountain, its wings fluttering and dancing.

"Suzaku, it turned out to be a divine bird, Suzaku!"

", the feng shui array is complete, what are you still doing in a daze, run!"

"This kid can actually use the feng shui array to summon the divine bird Vermilion Bird, he is a first-class master, he can't afford to provoke him!"

"Run, or everyone will have to finish the game!"

......

All of a sudden, these people who had gone up to the mountains to seek revenge scattered like birds and beasts, and fled in all directions.

He Chang thought to himself that if he let these people go, they would definitely not give up and think about making a comeback.

After all, there is a deep feud in the sea of blood, how can it be said that it is okay.

As long as Murong lives, these people will feel like they are on pins and needles, and they will not be able to sleep and eat.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and waved his hand at the group.

In an instant, Suzaku took off, carrying a monstrous flame and flew towards the group that was fleeing.

Suzaku swept by, and the flames of these people ignited, and they let out bursts of screams, turning into flying ashes.

As Suzaku's figure slowly disappeared, He Chang pulled out a sword flower in the air with a sword, carried it behind him, jumped down, and jumped off the mountain.

At this time, the few Ming Jin warriors who were swept by a sword and fell off the cliff couldn't defeat Han Shuang and kidnapped Tian Yao.

One of them, who was of medium stature, did not look good, his eyes were cold, and there was a centipede-like scar on his face, and the man holding a short knife put the knife on Tian Yao's neck, and said sharply to He Chang:

"Go and pick up the little girl in the bamboo house, or I will kill her...... I tell you, don't act rashly, and don't try to use a golden needle, or this girl will die!"

He Chang looked at the man, deliberately pretending to be careless, and said:

"This girl is just a tourist on the mountain, you think you can threaten me...... If you kill her, you'll die here too!"

The man slashed the blade lightly at Tian Yao's neck.

A trail of blood immediately flowed from Tian Yao's neck.

The man sneered, "Don't you really care, this is just a small warning, if you don't do what I say, next time, you will see a corpse!"

"Don't, I'll go, I'll go and hug Murong over!"

He Changzai didn't expect this person to act without scruples and have such a decisive character, so he hurriedly said a word, turned around and walked towards the bamboo house.

The man stared at He Changzai's back and said coldly: "Boy, don't try to play any tricks, my sword is attached to this girl's neck...... If you don't want her to die, be honest!"

He Chang felt a little guilty in his heart, thinking that it was because he underestimated this person's ferocity and courage that caused Tian Yao to be injured.

After pacing into the bamboo house, he threw the sword to the ground, chanted the trick in his mouth, and performed the invisibility technique, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, He Changzai took out a golden needle from his pocket, ran to the man's side ghostly, and stabbed him in the neck.

For a moment, the kid was motionless.

He Changzai rescued Tian Yao from her blade, and looked at the injury on her neck, which was not too deep, so he was relieved.

The surrounding group of people reflected, ready to do something to He Chang.

At this time, Han Shuang cooperated very well and threw the long sword volley sword from the bamboo house.

He Chang was holding Tian Yao, and took the sword very chicly, and with a sword slash, a blood line appeared on the necks of these people, and they fell to the ground in response.

Seeing that the people around him were dead, the man turned his heart sideways and spoke directly:

"Boy, since I'm in your hands, I don't want to leave alive, let's do it!"

He Chang's eyes were cold, and after pulling out the needle in his neck with lightning speed, a sword pierced his heart.

Next, he turned around, took out his mobile phone, opened Hua Tuo's WeChat circle of friends, bought a bottle of ice muscle cream, handed it to Tian Yao, and said:

"Wipe it with this thing, and the wound will heal quickly!"

Tian Yao was directly frightened stupid just now, but now he reflected it, threw himself into He Chang's arms, and cried.

He Changzai comforted Tian Yao for a while, and then she calmed down and took the ice muscle cream.

"Han Shuang, you go and dispose of these corpses, and bury Murong's father in the mulberry forest, no mounds, no stone tablets, everything is simple!"

He Chang thought to himself that Nanshan would develop into a tourist area in the future, and it was not good to have a tomb.

After he told Han Shuang, he paced towards Xiao Chi, preparing to fish up Ren Yingying, who was floating up.

"This scumbag, don't think about going to my bed in the future!"

Tian Yao looked at Ren Yingying, who was lying on her back in the water, with a good posture and a delicate and incomprehensible appearance, her heart was a little sour, and she glanced at He Changzai.

He opened the lid of the ice cream and wiped it on his neck, showing anger on his face and hating it.