The two major sects sent 200 disciples to go and return, brave the wind and snow, and climbed from the Dadong River to the Dadong Mountain, but there was not the slightest trace of the two masters along the way, and the closer everyone got closer, the more uneasy they became, and a sense of foreboding shrouded everyone's hearts.

And in Dongtianzhai, Long Wushuang and Ji Dongqing have put a lot of thought into it, how can they ensure that they can completely annihilate their opponents, only Long Wushuang can fight, Ji Dongqing's back trauma can't help her participate in the fierce battle, but the other party has two hundred people, even if those people can't beat them, they can still run, Long Wushuang wants to chase so many people who are scattered and fleeing alone, it is absolutely impossible.

After thinking about it for a long time, he went to dismantle the bodies of the two masters, originally wanting to tie them up here to give those people a dismount, but if those people were frightened, there would definitely be many people who would turn around and run away, and there was no guarantee that they would be completely annihilated.

He dragged the corpse away, dragged it all the way to the hillside, buried it under the snow, and when those disciples found the bodies of the two, they had already gone deep into Dongtianzhai, and they were guarding the suspension bridge, killing one by one, and no one wanted to go down the mountain.

He took Ji Dongqing out of the cottage, crossed the suspension bridge, walked seventy or eighty zhang to the left, and almost came to the end, where there were still a large number of stones, which were prepared by him and the cripple at that time to ambush the enemy, and the two of them were invisible behind those stones.

At the foot of the mountain, two hundred disciples meandered and began to climb the last stone steps, it was already dusk, Feng Xian'er took the lead in walking in the front, and it was about to turn over to the East Tianzhai, grandpa did not have the slightest trace, what happened to him?

She climbed the stone steps with trepidation, the suspension bridge was in front of her, and the opposite side was Dongtianzhai, but there was a quiet situation in the village, as if there was no one at all, she looked forward, gestured to the back, and took the lead to cross the suspension bridge with a rope and enter the village.

The disciples of the latter two factions came up one after another, and the village was covered with snow again, covering all traces and covering up the original lot of blood, so that everyone could not see that they had fought at all, a quiet, seemingly peaceful, but hidden murder.

Everyone was afraid that they would alarm Long Wushuang and fall into his ambush again, so they didn't dare to shout, so they had to disperse in groups of three or five, looking for traces of the two heads everywhere.

When the last disciple stepped on the rope and entered the East Tianzhai, Long Wushuang pressed Ji Dongqing's shoulder, signaling her to stay here and not move, if someone escaped, they would inevitably pass through the mountain road below, and her task was to push stones and smash people.

He got up, sword in his right hand, and crept to the edge of the drawbridge, and ducked down, watching the crowd of people walking around the stockade, like a hunter waiting for his prey.

The sky was getting dark, the two hundred disciples rummaged through the ruins, and still couldn't find any trace of the two heads, Feng Xian'er was about to cry, she lit a torch, looked at the black top of Dadong Mountain, and decided to go up to have a look.

Several senior brothers and sisters followed her, stepped on the snow up, walked to the hillside, and suddenly found that a hand was exposed under the snow, everyone was startled, and the bold senior brother pulled out the snow and showed a corpse, which was a lonely person.

After Feng Xian'er saw Gu Xingzi's face clearly, her heart fell into the ice cave, her face was white, and her legs were weak.

Soon, everyone found another corpse, and when they had to take it out, Feng Yiyang's face was covered with blood, his throat was cut, and he had been dead for a long time.

Everyone heard the movement, a large number of people poured up, and saw the corpses of the two masters, everyone was cold, with the master's high martial arts, they couldn't fight Long Wushuang, could they still fight him?

Someone was frightened, panicked and wanted to quickly go down the mountain to escape, who knew that when he ran on the suspension bridge and was stepping on the rope, Long Wushuang suddenly appeared, his sword fell, his neck was broken, and the blood rushed wildly, and he fell into the abyss from the suspension bridge.

The people who followed behind saw Long Wushuang appearing to kill people, and they were so frightened that they couldn't possess their bodies, and they quickly turned around, terrified: "Long Wushuang, Long Wushuang, killed someone, killed ...... person", he was already so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Many disciples in the village were frightened, and everyone retreated, but the man was stupid, and he didn't say where Long Wushuang killed people, they all rushed towards the suspension bridge, scrambling to cross the suspension bridge to escape.

Long Wushuang was in the darkness on the opposite side, and there were countless torches on the opposite side, but in the bright place, he saw that hundreds of people came to the suspension bridge at once, jumped up, full of magic power, and the chaos wave came out crazily, "Boom, boom ......", the black gas was permeated, the corpses flew sideways, attacking again and again, without stopping, the chaos wave was like a storm, blooming in the dense crowd, killing all the people who ran in the front, and eighty or ninety people died in an instant, and those who were lucky enough to run behind did not die, quickly turned back, and climbed with rolling, and finally someone shouted out:" Turning back, turning back, the devil was guarding the drawbridge. ”

The people who did not die in the stockade heard the shouts and screams, and everyone was terrified, seeing that the drawbridge had killed a large group of people, and the corpses were all over the ground, and the place where the drawbridge was the only way up and down, and now it was guarded by the devil, could everyone still get out alive?

Everyone gathered and curled up on the edge of the ruins, panicking all day, and some even knelt down and kowtowed: "Master Long, Lord Long, please let us go in large quantities, let us go......", he was already frightened.

Feng Xian'er woke up on the hillside, she turned over and sat up, looking at the corpses of her grandfather and the predecessors of the lonely liner, and there was a panic in the village below, it seemed that she was ambushed by Long Wushuang, she suddenly felt so sad, not only that so many people died, but also that grandpa sacrificed, after she fainted, those senior brothers and sisters only cared about their own lives, and actually left themselves on this slope.

She was sad from her heart, and she didn't have the heart to think about running away at all, and tears fell on the snow: "Grandpa...... Grandfather...... Everything is over, I'm afraid Xian'er won't be able to live, what should we do......"

At the suspension bridge, Long Wushuang waited for a while, but the disciples of the two major sects were frightened, huddled in the stockade, and did not dare to come again, those disciples even threw torches, although the whole stockade could hear people's voices, but it was dark.

He frowned again, these people who were afraid of death, even threw the torches, they must have looked for a place to hide everywhere, and they were alone, how could they search them one by one, search this, and that one ran away.

The two sides were in such a stalemate, waiting for an hour, Long Wushuang felt very cold, his original clothes were torn by Ji Dongqing, in order to pull out the poisonous needles on his body, and later after returning to the cave, he could only wear those clothes of various factions, but they were all coats, not warm.

He didn't want to stay up with them like this, let's go in and bang around, whoever is unlucky should die, whoever is lucky enough to escape from the cottage, and Ji Dongqing is guarding, throwing stones can still kill some, it really can't be wiped out or reluctantly.

He stood up and was about to cross the suspension bridge, but to his surprise, he saw a torch, slowly walked down the hillside, walked through the open space of Dazhai, and came to the edge of the suspension bridge.

Long Wushuang looked at her coldly and snorted, "Do you think I won't dare to kill you?"

Feng Xian'er: "Long Wushuang, you let everyone go." ”

Long Wushuang: "Just by your word?"

Feng Xian'er: "I promised to be a concubine for you, and you let everyone go." ”

Long Wushuang sneered: "Are you very heroic, you sacrifice your life to save everyone, do you think everyone will miss you, in the past few months, I have seen through human nature, and I want you to be a concubine, that is just my insult to the Fulong faction, no one wants to leave today." ”

Feng Xian'er: "Long Wushuang, can you let it go?"

Long Wushuang almost laughed dumbly: "Miss Feng, who are you talking to, die", after finishing speaking, he flew up and crossed the suspension bridge in an instant.

How do you know that Feng Xian'er is holding Feng Yiyang's corpse with both hands, but there is a hidden mechanism under his hands, just the moment he landed on the bridge, a tube of hidden weapons suddenly launched, and with a "poof", a two-inch-long flying knife came quickly, hitting his chest, and almost entered without a handle.

Long Wushuang was defenseless, and suffered a big loss, his body suffered a heavy injury, and his body was stunned, Feng Xian'er had already thrown away Feng Yiyang's body, and pounced with a wave of his palm. He had to grit his teeth and raise his palms to greet him, and the chaos wave burst out, "bang", Feng Xian'er flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell into the snowdrift, and stopped moving.

He knocked Feng Xian'er away, looked down at his chest, the flying knife was only a little exposed, at this time his chest was like a thousand catties of boulders, he didn't dare to act rashly, even if he wanted to heal, it must be in a safe situation, and in the dark, there were many disciples of the two factions.

I don't know who shouted in the ruins: "He's injured, everyone kill him, rush." ”

With a shout, many people quickly emerged from under the ruins, all of them rushed towards the side of the suspension bridge with swords, Long Wushuang gritted his teeth, the magic power condensed, and the chaos wave slammed down, "Boom...... Boom ......", dozens of bodies flew out, a group of people turned on their backs, those who ran in front died, and those who ran behind were frightened, and quickly turned around and went to the ruins to find a hiding place.

After he was injured, he slapped several times in succession, and his eyes were full of stars, and he felt that he was short of breath, as if he couldn't breathe, and the flying knife had penetrated deep into his lungs, causing him fatal injuries. But he is very sober-minded, he can't wait for death here, he must destroy them as soon as possible, even if he can't be extinguished, it is better to scare them away, so that he can heal his wounds safely.

He struggled to stand up, pretending to be relaxed, moving quickly under his feet, the chaos wave was a wild bombardment against the ruins, hitting the dust, the black gas was confused, the loud noises were continuous, and the screams were endless, and those disciples who had not been beaten no longer dared to hide under the ruins, and rushed out without their lives, anyway, they were all dead, and they had to gamble.

After Long Wushuang's wild bombardment, all those who could be killed were killed, and those who were lucky enough to escape rushed across the suspension bridge quickly, fleeing for their lives towards the bottom of the mountain, Ji Dongqing hid in the ambush point, listening to the movement, no matter how many people ran away, she endured the pain on her back and hurriedly pushed the stone.

There were thirty or forty people running in a panic on the mountain road, eager to grow wings and fly away, seeing that they had escaped from the clutches of the devil, but they didn't expect that there was an ambush on the cliff, and the rocks were rolling, but they also knocked down a few people, but more people were frightened, in the chaos, pushing each other, the mountain road was narrow, many innocent people were squeezed off the cliff, and only a dozen people escaped safely in the end.

After Ji Dongqing pushed the stone, she waited for a while, and there was no movement, probably the battle was over, at this time, the trauma on her back was painful, and her eyes were full of stars, this place was extremely cold, she quickly stood up and touched towards the stockade.

When she endured the pain, she finally returned to the village, picked up a torch and lit it, the scene was shocking, the corpses were scattered everywhere, she walked while looking for Long Wushuang: "Childe, childe......"

Long Wushuang was leaning on a remnant pillar in the ruins at this time, his consciousness was about to blur, a large amount of blood flowed out of his trachea, and his mouth was already a bloody patch, he looked at Ji Dongqing's figure coming over, and there was a sigh in his heart, her revenge was also avenged, she couldn't use herself, and now she could kill herself without any scruples.

He sighed inwardly, and in the last remnants of consciousness, he reached out and pulled out the throwing knife in his chest, and the blood flew five feet away, and he fell.

Ji Dongqing searched for a while, and found Feng Xian'er in the snowdrift, she looked at her, knew her, knew that she was Feng Yiyang's granddaughter, and thought that the three major gates sent hundreds of people to round up Long Wushuang, but almost all the troops were wiped out, it was really sad.

She held the torch and stood in front of Feng Xian'er in a daze, how did she know that Feng Xian'er was not dead, suddenly opened her eyes, and suddenly felt that there was someone in front of her, instinctively thought it was Long Wushuang, and hit it out with a palm, "Bang", Ji Dongqing screamed and flew out, although Feng Xian'er was seriously injured, the internal force of this palm was not strong, but it completely tore the wound behind her, fell more than a foot away, her eyes were dark, and she fainted.

And after Feng Xian'er struggled to hit that palm, her brain buzzed, and she fainted, and fell on the snowdrift again. In the Fulong Sect, Feng Xian'er is the key cultivation object, and her strength is undoubted, so after she was hit by Long Wushuang's chaos wave, she was only hit hard, and she was not killed.

Dongtianzhai, cold to the bone, the wind is a little lighter, the snow is about to stop, and it has fallen into a death-like silence, only three people who are about to die and not yet dead, lying in the village, waiting for God to arrange fate. Long Wushuang himself didn't expect that in order to repay Ji Dongqing's life-saving grace, he suffered a heavy blow again and almost died with the other party.