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The mountains are winding, but the roads are very flat, and there are no peaks leading to the sky, only two gentle mountains. The mountains are covered with verdant bamboo forests, and the mist that comes from nowhere makes the whole mountain seem very mysterious.

Such a winding and not steep mountain, coupled with the mountains and green bamboos to cover people's vision, is a good place to hide the tracks.

At this time, a man in Tsing Yi was running quickly through the bamboo forest on Qimeng Mountain.

He looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a handsome face, and a cloth jacket and dry boots, like an ordinary woodcutter.

Due to the recent rain, the ground was covered with sticky mud that could sink half an inch into the mud with one kick, and his boots and socks had already been stained brown by the mud during the run.

Not only that, but it seems that because of the previous rush and falling in the mud, the man's upper body and cheeks were stained with mud. But he didn't care, and he didn't stop to tidy up his clothes.

The sound of clothes fluttering sounded in the air, and a white-robed figure walked through the bamboo forest, one moment it was still a hundred meters away, and the next moment it appeared behind the man, almost instantaneously.

The man's color changed when he heard this, and at the moment before the figure fell, he rolled on a lazy donkey, and the whole person turned into the muddy water and took a muddy bath alive. He turned over in the muddy water three times, not only did his shoes, socks and clothes get mud on them, but his whole body was soaked in yellow mud and turned into a mud figure, and there was no place on his body that was not brown and yellow.

The moment the white-robed man following him fell to the ground, he happened to roll over to a mud-stained boulder, and then hunched his legs and assumed the position of a baby in the mother's body, his whole body shrunk by half, and then closed his nose with the turtle breath method. From a distance, the man looked like a small yellow oval-shaped stone leaning against a boulder.

"The dignified Sect Master of Providence, he doesn't talk about his identity like this, and he washes himself with yellow mud just to survive, it's really ridiculous."

The white-robed man was dressed as a middle-aged scribe, with a white face and sharp eyes. After the other person landed, he found that the target was gone, he was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and frowned, his mind was out of his body, and he explored the surrounding things clearly, and when he saw the oval yellow stone that the man in Tsing Yi pretended to be, he couldn't help but grin and sneer.

The laughter faded away, but there was still no movement from "Yellowstone". The white-robed man's face was cold, and he didn't say much, and he pulled out a bronze long sword from his waist and slashed at the huge mountain rock that the man was leaning on. Obviously, at a distance of more than ten meters, the boulder that Huangshi was relying on fell with the bronze long sword, and it was divided into two, turning into two pieces of gravel and scattering.

"Ahem." The man known as the Sect Master of Heavenly Providence coughed twice after his body was exposed, and when he saw that he couldn't hide, he could only stand up and stand in front of the white-robed man generously.

"Run, why don't you run?" The white-robed man sneered, "Sect Master Zhuang has been running for three days in a row, setting up traps, bamboo formations, and countless tricks, just let me Ye Feng almost chase you away several times, it is really a means to reach the sky, and it is worthy of the reputation of 'the first national warrior in Chu Land'." Ye really wants to know, how many means can you have left? ”

The man in Tsing Yi could only smile bitterly when he heard this, he had exhausted his physical strength because of the running for several days in a row, and he only had the strength to breathe at this time. Looking at the white-robed person who claimed to be Ye Feng on the opposite side, his face was not red or panting, but his clothes were a little messy, and he could see that the physical fitness gap between the two sides was huge. Even if he tried to escape, he would not succeed.

"What about my men?" The man in Tsing Yi was silent for a while and asked.

Ye Feng said coldly: "Naturally, almost all of them are dead, but one animal escaped." ”

The man in Tsing Yi clenched his fists violently in his cuffs, five hundred people, when he fled, there were five hundred people who swore to follow him, but he died in three days, and they all hated under the bronze sword of the person in front of him. The bronze sword was extremely sharp, and the blade was not stained with blood, but in his eyes it was stained red with blood.

Fortunately, three thousand people have been transferred out of the country in advance, otherwise the entire Heavenly Providence Sect will be wiped out, but even if the Heavenly Providence Sect can survive for a long time, once he dies or is captured, the sect will exist in name only.

In this game, he lost.

"Okay, if you lose, you will lose, and you can let Ye Feng, one of the Seven Heavenly Monarchs of Taoism, personally hunt down and kill, and I Zhuang Wudao has not lived this life in vain."

The man in Tsing Yi sighed, closed his eyes, and prepared to be killed. Along the way, he used all the means he could, but he still didn't hurt the Sword Heavenly Monarch in front of him, plus five hundred of his men were all killed by the other party, he also gave up the idea of escaping, and planned to be impassioned in the last time.

However, before Ye Feng could make a move, a snow-white fox suddenly appeared from the bamboo leaves in the distance. The white fox was half a person tall, blocking in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and Chong Ye Feng kept tearing his teeth and grinding his claws.

"Sect Master, let's go, I'll stop him." The fox made a human voice from its mouth, and it was crisp and pleasant, charming and strong, like the voice of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The white fox turned out to be a young female fox.

"I've run away, what are you doing when you come back......

When the man in Tsing Yi saw that the white fox was not happy and angry, he scolded and scolded, and his face showed an unbearable look.

"Who am I, it turns out that it is an animal that has just escaped, since you are so loyal, let's stay together." Ye Feng saw the fierce appearance of the white fox grinning with teeth, not only was he not afraid, but laughed loudly and walked towards one person and one fox with his sword. At the same time, the long sword in his hand danced, and the sword body was wrapped in a dark cyan glow, which was like smoke and mist, and the surrounding green bamboos were immediately folded into several sections, which was very weird.

"Qingxia Sword Intent! You run......"

The man saw Qingxia on the sword, frowned and shouted. However, before he finished speaking, the white fox had already gritted his teeth and rushed towards Ye Feng.

The next moment, the bamboo forest remembered the sound of the skin and flesh being pierced, and before the white fox rushed to Ye Feng's side, it had already been pierced through the stomach by the Qingxia sword intent that shot out and nailed to a bamboo. Blood flowed down the hole in the white fox's stomach, mixed with the organs, and the man couldn't bear to look at the scene more, so he could only turn around.

"Even if it is the white fox of the Qingqiu clan, Neidan has not yet refined and dares to make a move against the Taoist Heavenly Monarch, it is really unbelievable." Ye Feng's demeanor seemed to have crushed a small insect to death, he sneered indifferently and continued to walk towards the man.

"You are not allowed to ...... Kill him. The white fox's pair of crystal eyes gradually dimmed, and when he was dying, he still made a female voice like a jade bead falling on a porcelain plate.

The man's face was pale. The white fox has been by his side since he was injured and rescued by the Heavenly Providence Sect ten years ago, and his relationship is also close to him. Now that he died one step ahead of him, he was saddened, and a wave of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

South Gate View, what a South Gate View!

Even if the Heavenly Providence Sect was attacked by the monks of the South Gate, the sect was burned down; Even if he was chased and killed by the Nanmen Guan Taishang Heavenly Monarch with a sword, all the way like a lost dog, he did not have a moment of annoyance as he was now.

"If there is an afterlife, I will destroy the South Gate Temple, and I will take your head on Ye Feng's neck."

He looked at the Daomen Heavenly Monarch who was striding over, and said calmly, his tone was cold, as if all he exhaled was cold.

Ye Feng paused, pressed the tip of his sword against his forehead, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. The man's eyes made him very unhappy, this man was facing death, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes, and his face was so calm that it was frightening. If it was just calm, there was a hint of contempt in the eyes that looked at him.

He is one of the Seven Heavenly Monarchs of the Daomen, Jian Tianjun Ye Feng, the actual controller of the South Gate Temple, cultivating to the heavens, merit and creation, and worshipping and admiring the world, and today there are people who dare to despise him!

"Let's do it." The man in Tsing Yi spoke indifferently and couldn't hear any emotion.

The unhappiness in his heart flashed away, Ye Feng held back the killing intent in his heart, put away the bronze long sword in his hand, and sneered: "It's not easy to want to die, but Sect Master Zhuang doesn't want to die now, we still have many questions to ask you in the South Gate Temple." ”

Is it really going to be captured alive?

The man sighed silently in his heart, putting away the only trace of luck in his heart, he closed his eyes and began to mobilize the remaining consciousness in his mind.

"Sect Master Zhuang, don't think about committing suicide or anything like that, even if you bite off your tongue, the immortal medicine on Ye's body is enough to revive you, this Tianjun doesn't want you to die, you can't die." Ye Feng saw him close his eyes, thinking that he was going to play some trick of chewing his tongue and killing himself, so he calmly reminded him. I didn't want to immediately shudder, opened the closed eyes, and immediately radiated two gray-white rays of light from his eyes, straight to the sky, stirring up the clouds in the sky to scatter and separate, making way for the two white rays.

"What the hell are you messing with!"

Ye Feng's face changed, and he didn't know what was going on, and he immediately turned his palm into a knife, and he was about to knock the man unconscious. However, his movements were still a moment late, and in the next second, the terrible cold wind kept whistling around the man, forming a gray-white long sword that pierced directly into the man's head. The man snorted, tilted his head and fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

Ye Feng had a faint premonition, he reached out to help the man, his fingers probed in front of his nose, and then his soul was out of his body, swept it in the man's mind, and suddenly his whole face darkened.

The man's sea of consciousness was empty, and his soul had long since disappeared. In other words, what is lying on the ground now is nothing more than a corpse.

"Scattered? How can it be! ”

Ye Feng's face changed, and he couldn't help muttering to himself. Although Zhuang Wudao, the suzerain of the Heavenly Providence Sect, is the first national scholar of the Chu State, he is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, Five Elements Bagua, and divination, and is known as "Heaven's Will from the Heart". But he was born with blocked meridians and couldn't practice, in the end he was just a mortal, no matter how extraordinary his strategy was, no matter how superb his physiognomy was, it was impossible for him to destroy his soul.

Self-destruction, that is the monk's means.

Ye Feng probed and found that the meridians in the man's body were knotted, and there was no trace of true yuan, and he was obviously a mortal.

"What kind of means is it, the gray-white light just now attracted the aura of the heaven and earth wind attribute, could it be ......?"

The gray and white light floating in the air had not yet dissipated, Ye Feng grabbed a trace of it casually, twisted it on his fingertips and felt it carefully, and it didn't take long for his face to look ugly.

"It's actually sword intent."

He twisted the white light, his expression uncertain, confused and admired.

An ordinary man, who has never cultivated, can condense the sword intent that can only be possessed after more than ten years of sword cultivation with the body of a mortal, which was simply a fantasy in his previous opinion.

"No wonder it can self-extinguish the soul, the will of the sword is incomparably sharp, and it specializes in killing yin ghosts and souls."

He sighed with emotion, and with a clamp of his two fingers, he was about to crush this white mang, but he didn't want to close his fingers, but the white mang slipped out of his fingers and rose into the air like smoke.

"The mirror stops the water, the immortal ......" At this moment, Ye Feng's face became very strange, and he looked a little panicked.

"Grandmaster Sword Intent!"

He swallowed and squeezed the words out between his teeth.

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