Qishan Yuanbin knew that the matter had been revealed, and he had no better choice, the only choice was to slip away. Chinese (一).

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, he forcibly retracted the move, took back the green bamboo cane that had just been clinging to Chu Feng's neck, forcibly resisted the backlash of the green bamboo cane, and sacrificed the cross-border talisman, and a white light penetrated the sky in an instant.

Qishan Yuanbin wanted to enter the white light—as long as he entered the white light, he could escape from here.

But the moment he tried to take a step, his face instantly turned pale.

There was even a bead of sweat the size of a bean sliding down his forehead.

Space locked.

Chu Feng didn't have such an ability yet, so the person who locked the space could only be someone from the mountain.

Moreover, the other party's way of locking the space should be an imperial weapon, an imperial weapon that is a few points stronger than the green bamboo cane in his hand, so that the space around his body will be locked unconsciously, and the green bamboo cane does not even have a trace of resistance.

There is only a desperate fight!

In the blink of an eye, Qishan Yuanbin's thoughts suddenly turned a few times - although it was only a short moment, but this was a fierce battle after all, a battle belonging to an eighth-order monk, and a momentary distraction was fatal.

When Qishan Yuanbin's mind was decided, the magic knife in Chu Feng's hand had already been cut down.

Qishan Yuanbin looked at the magic knife that fell down, and his expression was a little more unwilling and angry.

But after all, it was too late.

He was almost powerless to be split by the vertical slash of the knife, but the blood that splashed out did not mourn what happened to his master, but let out a cheerful whimper, frantically converging towards Chu Feng's body, dyeing Chu Feng's eyes more and more blood-red.

"When Changchang—"

The green bamboo cane fell to the ground with a soft sound, and pieces of minced meat fell to the ground like rain, full of unpleasant atmosphere.

Collect the knife, the demon god roars!

The room was full of surprise!

Chu Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly staggered a little.

He felt as if his body had been emptied, and he had lost all his strength, whether it was a demon god or a powerful ghost, it completely disappeared in this instant.

He felt his feet go soft, and his whole body fell to his knees uncontrollably, and his body began to crumble, constantly splattering blood in all directions.

It was a backlash after the Fit Talent Exercise had run to the limit of its own operation, and his entire body was afraid that it would quickly disintegrate and collapse.

He didn't know if he would survive, and he didn't know if those behind him would take the opportunity to kill him at this time.

But he didn't think about that, he just carefully hugged Xiao Yuehuan to prevent the blood that kept spurting from his body from splashing onto Xiao Yue's body.

Chu Feng violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and he stood up with difficulty, a little staggered and staggered, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Chu Feng took a difficult step, and with this step, his body lost its center of gravity, and suddenly fell forward again. He fell uncontrollably, and he didn't make much movement, just adjusted his posture slightly, so as not to disturb the person sleeping in his arms.

He staggered to his feet again and continued to take a step forward, hard and heavy.

Above the square, there was a dead silence, no one spoke, no one moved, just looked at Chu Feng, holding the cold body of a deceased person, stumbling forward, leaving behind him a winding road sprinkled with blood.

Chu Feng walked very slowly, so slow that it had already shown that he was now dying, even if it was just a random attack, an easy sword and a sword, or even a slow push, it might take his life.

But at that moment, no one had the courage to approach him, and no one had the heart to make a move on him. The emotion is complex, definitely not fear, not just awe.

Everyone watched as Chu Feng walked away step by step, stepping on the road down the mountain step by step, watching the dim sunlight turn his somewhat thin body into a hazy back, and staggering away at the end of the field of vision.

It was only at this time that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the direction where the figure was far away, they were a little stunned, and their hearts were a little lost, as if they were ...... It's as if something has been taken away.

Bing Zhiqi looked at Chu Feng's distant back and stared slightly.

Liya was a little annoyed, thinking that if you still have Wanwan in your heart, why bother to come out of this...... Although, even Liya is a little stunned.

And next to the hall above the sea of clouds, the man laughed "sneering", as if he was very happy, and said to himself: "You are provoking ......"

Sima Lang was silent.

"But you can only save him so far. The man shook his head slightly, "His injuries are very serious, you can't save him - he himself is about to give up, who can save him?"

Chu Feng's whole body was constantly soaked in blood, and his clothes were also dyed red.

His body is constantly collapsing, his flesh and blood are constantly disintegrating, and although he is constantly repeating and regenerating, it is difficult to catch up with the explosion of injuries.

Chu Feng didn't know how long he would live, but he had to at least take Xiao Yuehuan out before he died, take her away from the Huai Mountain she hated, and take her to a free place, so that she didn't have to marry someone she didn't want to marry again.

Chu Feng felt very painful, his whole body was in pain, every time he moved his steps, it was like there were thousands of ants gnawing on his body, and that kind of pain invaded the bone marrow, invaded the depths of the soul, and it was unbearable at all.

Every time he took a step, he felt that death might be the real relief compared to such pain.

But he must be patient, he must grit his teeth and persevere, and persevere until he walks out of Huaishan.

He didn't know if he could get out of Huai Mountain, not to mention that the Huai Mountain's mountain guarding array had not been unraveled by those young talents, and even if he had been unraveled, he might not have suddenly collapsed somewhere and would never be able to stand up again.

But Chu Feng didn't retreat, nor did he heal, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and never look back.

His lips pursed slightly, and there was a dull ash in his eyes, but he was also a little stubborn and strong.

His expression was very focused and stubborn, just like the stubborn teenager he used to be, without the slightest change.

He looked at the clean face of Xiao Yuelian in his arms, remembered a lot of past events, remembered that the first time he saw her, she was still a little proud and conceited girl, commanding herself from above.

The next time we met, it was ten years later.

Ten years, for monks, cannot be said to be a short time.

Ten years has changed a lot of things, he is no longer the youth he once was, and she is no longer the girl she used to be.

It's just that fate made them meet again, and the frustrated and frustrated Chu Feng took pity on Xiao Yuelian, fled together, and died in the world.

After that, it seems that Xiao Yuehuan constantly pays for himself and sacrifices for himself, and his trust in himself is unbearable for him.

How much he owed Xiao Yuelian, Chu Feng couldn't count it, and he didn't want to count it anymore, he just felt that his heart was as if he had an incomparably heavy mountain on his back, making it difficult for him to breathe but unable to let go of this burden.

Chu Feng looked into the distance and continued to stumble forward, he didn't know if he would have the courage to continue moving forward even if he was still alive after this incident.

He's lost so much that he doesn't want to lose any more.

He had done everything he could to become stronger, thinking that if he became stronger, he would not be able to lose it again, but in reality, all this was nothing more than a lie to himself.

The stronger he becomes, the more turmoil he gets involved in, the more people he loses, the more things he loses.

He can't make what he has eternal, he can only keep losing and end up with nothing.

Eventually, you'll be left with nothing.

Chu Feng laughed, his smile was full of bitterness, bitterness, and even more helplessness and pain.

A person, in a lifetime, how many things do you have to lose before you give up.

His figure has become a little rickety, like an old man, in his twilight years, without the vigor and fighting spirit that a young man should have.

His gait became more and more faltering, and he fell several times and almost couldn't even save Xiao Yuelian, causing Xiao Yuelian to fall from his arms.

But he still persevered, and finally stood in the great array of guarding the Huai Mountain, which was as hazy as white mist.

He stood in front of the formation, pursed his lips slightly, was silent for a long time, and then walked into the large formation firmly.

He knew he would never be able to get out of this formation again, but he really didn't feel hopeless at all, because he felt that he could finally fall asleep.

The white mist in front of him gradually became viscous, and then gradually dissipated.

What appeared in front of him was a clear sky, not even a white cloud.

The autumn grass is a little withered and yellow, trembling slightly in the wind, and rubbing with a rustling sound.

This is outside Huaishan, and he seems to have walked out.

He was silent for a long time before he finally remembered that there was a piece of switch jade on his body.

He looked around blankly, not knowing where to go, he just instinctively moved forward, without thinking, just kept moving forward, leaving a winding bloody path behind him.

He didn't know how far he had come, but he was so tired that he couldn't stand anymore.

His body slammed down, and he wanted to fall like this, but he remembered the person he was holding in his arms, so he used his last strength to adjust his posture slightly to avoid the impact of the person.

He lay flat on somewhat rugged ground, covered in lush grass.

He opened his eyes to meet the sun that had just passed noon, looked at the sky, looked at the clear sky, remembered what he had said, and suddenly felt that it really seemed like a joke.

He suddenly felt that his eyes were a little dry and a little heavy, he couldn't help but slowly close his eyes, and at the last moment when the whole world disappeared in front of his eyes, he vaguely saw a vague black shadow and touched him gently.

He was a little bored, didn't respond, and closed his eyes.