Yu Zefeng at the top of the peak was still sitting in place, the mountain wind was gusting, blowing his hair bun and robe and swaying slowly.

His eyes opened at some point, and his dark eyes were looking at Taniguchi, and a look of worry quietly appeared, but his body was still motionless.

The confrontation at Taniguchi continued, and he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, so he could only judge from the tension of drawing his sword, which seemed to be very unfavorable.

After another moment, suddenly Uncle Hua's loud shouting came clearly:

"Kill me, everybody. ”

Then I saw Uncle Hua rush out first, and hundreds of people rushed up behind him, and Uncle Hua directly went to the first place.

A three-foot sword glittered with silver and flew out of his hand. A thread of spiritual power as thin as a hair connected the sword finger and the flying sword, and when the sword finger flew, the flying sword stabbed towards the Immortal from different directions.

The Immortal is no less impressive, controlling a large ring to fly around him, and every time he can accurately resist the attack of the flying sword.

The other people who rushed out of the valley had dozens of dead and injured in just one shot, and even the peak could clearly hear a miserable cry and wail.

Yu Zefeng's eyes searched slightly, and he locked on a shadow, at this moment she was being coerced by the crowd, stumbling forward, even so, the girl still raised her head from time to time, and her eyes were fixed on the peak.

Seeing this scene, Yu Zefeng's pupils suddenly contracted, his face turned pale and full of panic, and the worry in his pupils became more and more intense.

After regaining his senses, he understood that the two of Yamashita were better to him than blood relatives, and they had taken good care of him for many years.

At the moment, both of them are in danger, and Zhu'er has no cultivation, how can she protect herself in the fight of a group of monks at this moment?

Thinking of these bloodshot eyes, the immature face suddenly appeared.

But he still sat where he was, not because he didn't want to move, but because his consciousness was awake for a while, and he couldn't control his own body at all.

Recovery must have an adaptation process, just like some vegetative people, who can hear the people around them and shed tears, but the body is unable to move.

Although he couldn't move or speak in the past, everything Uncle Hua and Zhu'er did naturally came to mind at this moment, just like a person waking up from a dream, but still remembering the things in the dream.

Yu Zefeng was eager to control his body, the green tendons on his face and neck twitched, and the little finger of his left hand trembled slightly.

Desperately shouting in my heart:

"Ah...... Get up, get up, give me control, ah....... ”

It feels like the so-called ghost press, and I can see with my eyes even though I am conscious, but my body just can't move.

Although he knew that even if he continued, not only would it not have any effect, but it might also distract Uncle Hua. But deep down in his heart, he only had one thought, that is, even if he died, it was better to be together than to watch it here.

The battle at Taniguchi became more and more fierce, and there were already hundreds of corpses on the ground, and it was obvious that Uncle Hua's offensive was getting weaker and weaker.

Taking advantage of the empty hand, Uncle Hua turned back to Zhu'er and said something briefly, the latter nodded, and then rushed forward even harder.

And Uncle Hua's next move made Yu Zefeng's heart chill and creepy.

I saw that his sword finger waved to the right, and the flying sword that was still entangled with the ring turned extremely quickly, killing the crowd on the right.

Regardless of the attack of the Dead, he also had to open a way for Zhu'er who rushed forward.

This change obviously startled his opponent as well, and the rings in the air were abrupt.

Uncle Hua's right arm stretched forward, his wrist continued to swing left and right, and the flying sword suddenly stabbed in a snake-like shape.

"Puff puff...."

The flying sword penetrated seven people in a row before it stopped the momentum, and it was as fast as lightning all the way.

The ring only paused for two breaths, and then shot straight out, Uncle Hua didn't move away at all, he was pierced through the left rib by the ring, and his body staggered and fell.

But even so, his sword finger still commanded the flying sword to rush through the bandits, and did not return to defense.

When Yu Zefeng saw such a situation, his heart became more and more frightened.

Even if he was hundreds of feet away, he could clearly feel Uncle Hua's will to die, but even though his eyes were about to crack and he was in a cold sweat, he couldn't move and make a sound.

Uncle Hua's staggered body was a little fixed, and he rolled to the right a zhang away, and at the same time he was angry and dantian shouted:

"Everyone follow my flying sword and rush out. ”

Uncle Hua's sacrificial attack caught the bandits off guard, and in a few breaths, more than ten bandits had died under the flying sword, and now everyone is working together to finally open the gap.

The crowd rushed along the gap to the mountain forest not far away, and Zhu'er also stumbled out with the crowd.

Uncle Hua's flying sword slashed three more people and then quickly retreated, narrowly blocking the ring that was only a few inches from his forehead.

However, at this time, his left hand was broken at the elbow, and there was also a wound on his back, which was pulled diagonally from his right shoulder to his left waist, and the bone was deeply visible.

Seeing that Uncle Hua blocked the fatal blow and Zhu'er was about to escape, Yu Zefeng breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could settle down in one breath, a sword light slashed like a match, and Zhu'er's body was immediately cut off by the waist, blood and water were like a waterfall, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

When Yu Zefeng saw this change, his face turned pale and his face was like ashes.

Seeing this, Uncle Hua also stood on the spot, so shocked that he forgot to resist the opponent's attack. Then it was cut through the back of the neck by the ring, penetrated through the collarbone, and a human head flew several feet away, and rolled several times before stopping.

"Ah...... Ahh

There was a faint roar in his throat, his eyes were overly rounded, and the corners of his eyes were cracked, and red blood flowed down Yu Zefeng's white face.

Then tears filled his eyes, and they were stained red with blood, making both eyes blood-red, like a ghost.

A dull and faint choking sound sounded intermittently, as if coming from the throat and from the abdominal cavity, and the blood and tears were silent.

Perhaps stimulated by this, his stone-like body began to twitch, and his cry became clearer.

An hour later, the valley fell silent, with only hundreds of corpses on the ground, silently interpreting the bloody tragedy of the cultivation realm.

Yu Zefeng at the top of the peak had calmed down, and the blood from his eyes was dried, leaving purple-black marks on his face.

His lips were chapped and his teeth were bloodshot, and he couldn't have been more grief-stricken. Even after all this time, my breathing is still a little shaky, and my eyes are full of pain.

The mountain breeze was blowing, the sun was as red as blood, and the sky was approaching dusk. The wind swept through the valley and brought a "whining" sound, which seemed to be wailing, adding to the sadness.

Yu Zefeng's eyes gradually became firmer, his consciousness kept controlling his body and wanted to get up, his green tendons burst out, and his nasal cavity kept making a hard "ah" and "um" sound. From the slight twitching before, now he can slowly twist his neck and arms.

The morning sun has risen, and the night has passed, and the mountains and rivers are still beautiful, and the sun is warm and warm.

But Yu Zefeng's heart was cold, he was no longer sitting at this time, but standing leaning on the rock.

The muscles on his body trembled from time to time, and the green tendons under his skin bulged and faded again and again, and he was still mobilizing his body until now.

Step after step, fall again and again, and his body is covered with scars from the rocks.

But as if he was unconscious, he just got up numbly and continued to walk.

By noon, Yu Zefeng had finally taken a few steps in a row without falling again, and although his steps were faltering, it was really a breakthrough.

In this way, his figure became more and more upright, and his steps became more and more steady. Later, he was no different from walking like a normal person, and it was only then that he stopped to catch his breath and set his eyes on the corpse at Taniguchi.

It's just that compared to yesterday, some of the corpses have been eaten by wild beasts, and the corpses are incomplete, and some even have only bare bones.

His eyes fluctuated violently, and he took a deep breath and walked down the mountain.

The pace of descent was very rapid, and I tripped several times along the way, rolling along the way.

I didn't eat or drink for more than a day, I didn't rest, my eyes were deep, my lips were chapped, there were still black blood stains on my face, my body was bruised and purple from abrasions and bruises, and my clothes were in tatters.

Stunned, he looked at the corpse in front of him, his eyes were red and his eyes were sad, his fists were tightened and clenched, and his feet hesitated.