The Ziyang Daoist closed his eyes and sensed the breath of the token with all his might.

"Is it ahead?!"

The obscure breath flashed by, at its strongest, and then disappeared again.

He ignored the commotion around him and looked into the distance.

"Qian'er!"

Ziyang Daoren's clothes were windless, and his white hair was already slightly frozen in ice.

Shi Feichi's heart was beating rapidly, and he seemed to hear the sound of blood rushing.

Fast!

Faster!

Be quicker!

At that time, the moment Feichi saw the Ziyang Dao people, the alarm bell in his heart rang out.

The terrifying sense of death urged Shi Feiqi to move quickly, otherwise, he would definitely die.

There was a package in his arms, which was what Lin Tianxiong had given him before.

Before this operation, Lin Tianxiong had already handed over this thing to him in a secret room, and told him that he must send this thing to a certain force.

While the other Demon Spirit Sect disciples were secretly ambushing, Shi Feichi's eyes hiding in the shadows were staring at the surrounding environment:

The middle-aged man riding a golden-scaled horse, with a long sword pinned to his waist, has a scar on his face, which is in the shape of a Z-shape, and the wound covers his forehead, cheeks, and jaw, looking extremely hideous.

His temples are full, his eyes are bright, and he can see obvious calluses on his palms, which is elite at first glance, and is obviously not a suitable target.

Another one who was closer to Shi Feichi was a boxer, who was fighting his companion with wide open.

With a punch, the white waves spread, and the air was agitated.

This boxer's whole body is tense, the lower plate is strong and powerful, the punches move at will, and the moves are clever.

Obviously, the boxing technique has reached an extremely high realm, and his companions are not opponents at all, barely supporting and shaking.

This one doesn't fit either.

Shi Feichi's eyes quickly scanned the possible targets around him, and the alarm bell in his heart was higher and higher.

Just as his mind was about to break, he saw a mysterious man wearing a mask.

That's him!!

Shi Fei was on tiptoe, his body was as fast as lightning, like a swimming snake, avoiding the surrounding fights, and quickly approached the masked man.

Blood, killing, howling.

The pungent smell of blood was everywhere, and the bitter wails were even more disturbing.

This is the real killing field.

Luan Guo's whole body was trembling, and he took out his dagger with a slight tremble, and he was no longer the appearance of An Ran.

Burst!

Blood shot out, and a severed finger flew in front of Luan Guo's eyes.

"Go away!!"

Luan Guo was startled, and the dagger in his hand slashed for a while, but it didn't have the slightest effect, but instead soaked the dagger with blood.

"Don't move!"

At this time, someone reminded.

But around Luan Guo, there were two disciples of the Ziyang Sect guarding him.

A small man with a big knife in his hand, but sitting on a tall horse, vigilantly observing the surroundings, he reminded Luan Guo loudly.

The other, with a long sword, was a burly figure with a black cloth covering his back, standing beside the horse, watching the movement around him, with an eager expression on his face.

"Don't worry, with us here, no one will hurt you. ”

The short knife man said.

"Hahaha!"

"These people really don't know whether to live or die!"

"In front of the Great Elder, you dare to make a move!"

The burly disciple holding the long sword sneered, then moved his muscles and bones, took a step forward, and slightly distanced himself from Luan Guo.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the burly disciple with the long sword walking around, the short swordsman scolded angrily.

"Something went wrong with the mission, how do you explain it to the Great Elder?"

"You're just making a fuss, the Great Elder is in front, is there anyone who doesn't have long eyes....."

The words did not fall, and the mutation protruded.

A black light flashed, and a red thread appeared between the throat of the burly disciple holding the long sword, and he violently covered his wound.

But before his hand could touch his throat, his body fell like soft mud.

Shi Feichi did not hesitate at all, he walked through the corpse under his feet, his toes were light, and his body was like a swallow, quietly floating to the side of the short knife hand.

Flying dagger, plum blossom array!

Shi Feichi's left hand suddenly appeared a few daggers that were dark but the tip of the knife was slightly blue, and then threw them out.

The dagger flying in the air formed three levels, the foremost of which was a shorter dagger with several blood grooves carved on it, and it was silent as it advanced.

In the middle are three daggers, forming a triangle, all with blood-colored runes painted on the body of the knife, and the tail is also extremely sharp.

The last dagger looked pitch black, with nothing to show for it, and even its flight speed was a few points slower than the others.

Stab!

The faint movement was noticed by the short knifeman, and when he saw it, the dagger in front of him was already in front of him.

Click!

The short knife man did not feel the slightest nervousness in the face of this accident, and he fell directly on his back, making a movement like an iron bridge, avoiding the dagger at the front.

Then, he kicked his toes in the horse's abdomen.

Hiss!

Hiss!

Stimulated, the dwarf blademan's mount leaped sharply, directly blocking the three daggers in the middle.

Burst!

Three fist-sized blood holes appeared directly on Hakuba's body.

Before the white horse could scream, the short knifeman's big knife had already fallen from the sky and slashed at Shi Feifei.

Shi Feichi didn't mean to entangle with the short knife hand, the alarm bell in his heart was still ringing, and the terrifying sense of crisis was always reminding him: Hurry!

Like a boneless snake, Shi Feichi made a strange bending movement, and directly avoided the sharp blow of the short knife hand.

Then, Shi Feichi drilled his body into the fallen white horse, and in an instant, the short knife hand directly lost Shi Feichi's figure.

After a slight hesitation, the short swordsman flashed his sword and slashed directly at the white horse body on the ground, and at the same time, he was also constantly approaching Luan Guo's position.

The silver-white sword fell, and the body of the white horse was like a soup dumpling cut by a knife and fork, red juice splashed, and some stumps also flew in the air.

When approaching Luan Guo, the short swordsman was not idle, he directly shouted loudly:

"Support!"

So, the two disciples who were hesitant around and felt it directly in this direction.

At this time, the short swordsman who had not yet noticed the speeding figure was staring at the ground with his eyes firmly on the ground.

Suddenly, he felt something move in the air.

Looking up, he saw the wreckage of some of the white horse's internal organs approaching his side.

Then, the shadow of blood passed by, and darkness fell before his eyes.

When the corpse of the short knife hand fell to the ground, Shi Feichi had already come to Luan Guo's side.

Luan Guo, who was wearing a mask, didn't react for a while, and was still shrinking his body, hiding on the side of the white horse, not noticing the abnormalities around him.