Murong Feng left from Luoyang City, dressed in white, without causing a trace of dust, he did not go east in a straight line, but chose to turn around and walk to the southeast.

According to the previous deployment, he would make a detour through a dense forest southeast of Xichu, and then turn to the northeast, go straight to Xueyong Pass, and intercept Li Yuanhao from behind.

This deployment was formulated by Zhuge Wei himself, and it was a little complicated, and Murong Feng didn't care much about it, but in the end he still adopted it, not because he paid careful attention to the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but because of habit.

The reason why the vast Western Regions, the Poison Sword Immortal can be established with only one person and one sword, is because of patience and means, and the open-mindedness of the people who dare to fight the world. The Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty cut off Murong Ke's breath, and also cut off the thought of Murong Feng dying in his own hands, Murong Ke was Murong Feng's bridge from greatness to eternity.

Creating another self and dying in his own hands is one of the few interests and hobbies of the Poison Sword Immortal, but Murong Ke died in the hands of Li Yuanhao, so the lord of the Western Regions, who has always been reasonable, can only take the head of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty to fill that regret.

When he stepped out of the Western Regions, Murong Feng had already dismissed the Lan Camel Mountain Villa, and a huge city suddenly fell into disarray, and it was instantly dilapidated, and those women who were captured by Murong Feng to help the realm cultivation were crying and crying one by one, begging the owner of the village to take them away, or...... Kill them.

The poisonous sword fairy sneered, grabbed a woman's white neck with one hand, and slowly pulled out the soft sword at his waist, out of the sword, red, death, a different kind of splendor, a different kind of beauty, it was simply beautiful, the corpses of the dead women were all over the place, and everyone had a happy and satisfied smile on their faces.

Murong Feng never beats women, but those women are not people, they are just playthings, they are Ding furnaces, and they are objects that can be discarded.

One person went out of the city, without the master who stood at the top of the Western Regions, the darkness and squalor that had been suppressed for many years in Lan Camel City broke out in an instant, looting and killing could be seen everywhere, and the sky was burning fiercely, but it had nothing to do with him Murong Feng.

Many years ago, he killed through the Western Regions by himself and a horse, and then wanted to go east to the grassland, and then killed the Huns, but was blocked by Nalantoya halfway, and could only turn back, and now there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to step into the Central Plains, so after cutting off the head of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he will go to Tai'an City to kill, I heard that there are outstanding people, heroes, there are many good people at the sticky pole, the Imperial City Division, there are many good hands to kill, there are top masters such as Hong Xiguan and Shi Weihan, and Wei Mocheng who has lived for two Jiazi.

It is also a good choice to die wherever you kill.

After walking alone for three days and three nights, Murong Feng, who was dressed in white, was still as white as snow, not causing a trace of dust, and there was no fatigue on his face, just calm and calm.

When the morning dew was stained and the sun was rising, a small town jumped in front of him, and behind the town was the dark forest.

This is a very ordinary town, more than 300 households, more than 1,000 people, the town is like being in a paradise, I don't know Wei Liang, regardless of the West Chu, far away from the bustling, a corner of the peace, attached to this vast forest, there are all kinds of magical stories about this forest, and it has become the only talking point for people after dinner.

Slowly walking into the newly awakened town, many farmhouses were cooking with smoke, and Murong Feng's white clothes were particularly conspicuous, which attracted the side eyes of many people: "I never thought that in this remote place, there is such a place that is not stained with dust, and it is fate." ”

Walking on the main road that runs through the town, many shops on both sides began to open for business, Murong Feng walked into a small shop, without commanding, the shopkeeper had already brought simple food to the table, and said, "Guest officer, you use it slowly!" and retreated lightly, hiding behind a screen woven of hay to peek at the poisonous sword fairy with the posture of a fairy, and his mother-in-law also quietly showed her head to see the demeanor of the guest officer outside, but was pressed back by her own man.

Murong Feng reached out and picked up a steamed bun, tore off a corner, put it in his mouth, frowned slightly, and then swallowed the steamed bun in one gulp, and couldn't help laughing, as if he had encountered some big joke.

"Dog mongrel, don't run!"

Suddenly, a scolding sounded, and a young man with half of his buttocks running out of a farmer's house in tatters and half of his buttocks ran out of a farmer's house like a lifeless, followed by a seven-foot man, holding a wooden stick to chase after him, and scolding while running: "Little chop, I used to come to my house to steal steamed bread and fruits, and today I came to my house to steal chickens, Lao Tzu must have picked your skin today!"

The young man was holding an old hen in his arms, the straw sandals on his feet had run away, and he was still running forward, and from time to time he looked back at the big man behind him, and he didn't know who threw a stone on the flat road, and the young man was not careful, and stepped on the bulging stone and fell heavily on the ground.

The big man behind him caught up, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and hit the young man hard: "You ungrateful dog mongrel, how do I treat you on weekdays, you steal my steamed bread fruit, I also open one eye and close one eye, I didn't expect you to be grateful, and even think about the only old hen that lays eggs in my family, kill you, dog mongrel, kill you ungrateful little bastard!"

The big man scolded, and after a while, the young man's body was already drenched in blood, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he gritted his teeth, hugged the old hen in his hand, and did not let go.

Didn't hear the young man begging for mercy, the big man seemed to feel that it was not enjoyable, not happy enough, the wooden stick in his hand fell more frequently and faster, the people on both sides of the long street pointed and shook their heads, and some people also comforted "just a child", but no one stepped forward.

There was a buzz, and a sword roar sounded, and a flying sword shot from the back of the big man's head, shooting out from the center of his eyebrows, splashing a blood flower.

As if he had been evacuated, the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground, and with a pop, he fell to the ground and smashed on the young man, lifeless.

The young man with a bloody face was splashed with blood again, frightened, and hurriedly pushed away the body of the big man, holding the big hen in his arms, and crawling backwards with his legs, the big man's blood overflowed out, staining a large area of the land.

Murong Feng finished drinking the porridge in the bowl, put the chopsticks flat on the edge of the bowl, glanced at the shopkeeper who was peeking, slowly got up, walked to the young man, and condescended: "He died, are you happy?"

The young man's face was frightened, his throat was dry and astringent, and he opened and closed his mouth, unable to make a sound.

"Boss!" A cry sounded, and a woman led a girl out of Dahan's house and ran towards Dahan's body.

There was another sound of a sword, and the woman fell down, and the girl was confused and stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground, and pushed her mother hard, but there was no response from her mother, she cried loudly, but there was no sound, because the girl was mute.

"Now, she is also dead, are you happy?" Murong Feng asked lightly.