Gong Zhengyang watched the 'wind' disappear into the night, and couldn't help frowning and said:

"Uncle Si, why don't you chase it?"

Gong Zhengyang is also a killer, and for the enemy, it is to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and eliminate the future troubles forever. 'Wind''s body is too fast, he can't catch up, and the three people here, only the terrifying Si Zhong can catch up with 'Feng'.

Si Zhong shook the long knife in his hand, put it on his back, and said in a deep voice:

"Zhengyang, it's just a small day after tomorrow, just escape, the most important thing for us now is to get rid of the dead in the villa, and then we have to deal with Bi Santai. ”

Gong Zhengyang also knew that what the other party said was reasonable, but for some reason, he was uneasy, although he was the son of the master of Xuanyue Gate, he was not qualified to give orders to Si Zhong. In the past six months, he has been in contact with this person several times, Si Zhong's identity and status are similar to his father, the two are friends of life and death, and he has to give up.

Si Zhong seemed to see through Gong Zhengyang's thoughts, and laughed again: "You...... The horizon is too small, and when you officially return to Xuanyue Gate, you will know how big the outside world is, a little acquired monk, just a joke. Over the years, you have been separated from your palace brother, and you have suffered hardship, your qualifications are good, in an environment like the Blood Clothes Sect, you can still be self-reliant, and the road in the future, I am afraid that you will have to go further than us, calm down, and wait for good exercises to advance to the innate realm as soon as possible, it is important. ”

As soon as he heard the advanced innate realm, Gong Zhengyang smiled, this has always been what he yearns for, but unfortunately, the Blood Clothes Sect does not give them good exercises at all, perhaps, there are no good exercises at all.

Just when Xuanyuemen was clearing the remnants of the Blood Clothes Sect and the Furious Battle Gang, in a cave somewhere in the dense forest behind Shaobaozhuang, 'Feng' squatted on the ground with a pale face.

At this time, the blood had already stained the upper half of the body, and a knife mark from the left chest to the right abdomen was shocking. If it weren't for the terrifying intuition, the short sword was back to protect and block the sword qi in the air, thinking that at this time, he had already been split by the other party, which was really thrilling.

After escaping, he did not dare to break through directly from the front, but instead went around to the back mountain, the killer's survival instinct, to clear the blood stains left behind.

In the dense forest of the back mountain, the 'wind' escaped for another half a mile, almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps. He had to find a hidden cave in the dense forest, hide in it, and hurriedly treat his wounds and recuperate.

In this way, three days passed quickly, during which there were also several small groups of minions patrolling by, but fortunately they were not discovered. After ten days, his injuries had improved greatly, and 'Wind' felt much better, and slowly stood up, muttering:

"The 'Soul Hanging Curse' has really disappeared, and sure enough, as long as Gong Shaoxin dies, this technique will be self-defeating, and there will be many crises before, and it will not be discovered. ”

His eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance, he was right, he was free......

This time, fighting hard is a gamble in itself, the strange mark in the sea of knowledge is gone, the mood is better than ever, everything is really different.

Back then, when Gong Shaoxin put the 'Soul Hanging Curse' on the four of them, they were in a coma and didn't know how Gong Shaoxin did it. In this world, the most terrifying thing is powerlessness, with their cognition at the time, they were naturally extremely afraid of Gong Shaoxin's methods, and they had no intention of resisting at all.

Five years, the terrible days have finally passed, he no longer has to go through the bloody trial, no longer has to use the sword in his hand to kill people who have nothing to do with him, no longer wake up from nightmares, no longer ...... He is no longer codenamed 'Wind'.

The hand of 'wind' unconsciously touched the jade pendant on his chest, which he had carried on his body since he was a child, and there was a quaint word 'wind' on it, from which his code name came from.

As the old killer said, they are a group of people without roots, five years is enough to kill all the thoughts of the 'wind', and he does not dare to have any expectations.

"Who am I......?

He has always longed for the kind of happy life that walks with the wind and indulges in chic, and this day, he finally waited. Although he has been a killer all these years, he is not ignorant of the outside world, and according to the information he has found, the place where he is located is the most marginal 'Absolute Soul Land' in the west.

The so-called 'Absolute Spirit Land' refers to a zone where there is almost no spiritual energy, this place is only suitable for mortals to live, and there are many real cultivators outside, and they are all very powerful. This is a vast and boundless world, mortals are the lowest existence, and everyone is trying to survive.

Escaping the catastrophe of life and death, Feng Entourage had to think about the future, Xuanyue Gate was born, and the Blood Clothes Sect and the Berserker Gang were calculated, and it was not easy to think about. The guy who gave himself a knife is too terrifying to be so powerful that Feng Entourage can't afford to have the slightest thought of revenge.

"Will Xuanyuemen find him?"

The moon is bright and the sky is clear, the wind is murmuring, and the uneasy mood strikes again, where is the road? The sky and the earth are big, and there is a lonely person. The old killer said that people like them who have no roots are helpless in this world, and they die wherever they die, just like the wild dogs on the roadside......

With a long sigh, Feng sat cross-legged again, not daring to think about it again, maybe it was because of years of meditation and qi, he soon calmed down again. Although Feng Suixing's injuries have not yet fully healed, his body and mind have entered an unprecedented ethereal state.

An hour later, his consciousness was clearer than before, and when he practiced the sword again, he was even more ethereal and agile than the original swordsmanship, and he was a little faster.

He touched the scar on his body, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, what a Xuanyuemen, such a powerful swordsman, this knife, I wrote it down......

The wind followed him in the makeshift cave for a month, and now his injuries were all healed, and it was time to leave. In order not to meet Xuanyuemen again, the wind accompanied the wind from the back mountain of Shaobaozhuang to the north road, this walk, is a day and a night, this day at noon, the wind who was alone with the wind, suddenly heard the sound of fierce fighting.

Could it be that the people of Xuanyue Sect are chasing and killing the remnants of the Berserker Gang and the Bloody Cloth Sect?

The wind followed the sound of the fight, and at this time, the two sides of the fight had come to an end. I saw that a man in black was half-lying on the ground, holding a scimitar in his hand, the ghostly light was shining, and he understood at a glance that the knife was highly poisonous.

The man in black was in his early twenties, his face was pale, and the strange thing was that there was a blood mark on his forehead, which made people look eerie.

Opposite the man in black was a young man in white, also in his early twenties, and the young man in white was squatting on the ground, doing his luck to drive away drugs. His sword fell to one side, his hands hanging down in front of his knees, and his entire face had turned purple-black.

Obviously, the two of them fought hard and lost both......

"Hmph, the Burial Sword Sect is nothing more than that, Qingwei swordsman Xu Mubai, it seems that you are going to be buried here today" The black-clothed young man said.

"Blood Spirit Langjun, it's a shame that you are still an inner disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect, and you are despicable and use poison, but you are no better, right?"

At this time, the two seemed to find that there was one more person at the scene, and they couldn't help but look at the wind, and their eyes were very vigilant. The cultivation of the two of them is completely incomprehensible to the wind, and now, they are just meat on the chopping board, and he is not afraid at all.

Blood Spirit Lang Jun's eyes rolled, and he walked towards the wind:

"Friend, as long as you help me kill the person opposite, I will be rewarded."

Qingwei Swordsman: "Brother, don't fall for him, this person is a person from the Blood Spirit Sect, he has killed many innocent people, specializes in cultivating the Blood Sword, and is extremely cruel." ”

The wind couldn't help but look at the complexion of the two, the man in black had a thick evil aura on his face, plus this person was quite weird, and there were blood marks floating on his forehead.

I already hated the Blood Clothes Sect, and when I saw the people who cultivated evil skills, Feng accompanied him without hesitation, and stabbed out with a sword. Blood Spirit Langjun couldn't imagine that Feng Entourage was so ruthless, and he shot without saying a word, he spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled several times, and could dodge the wind Entourage to kill a sword.

The man in black was shocked and angry, but there was really no way for the tiger to fall into Pingyang and be bullied by dogs. The sword that followed the wind was very fast, and the man in black didn't have time to draw the sword, and he was quickly sealed by a sword, and he didn't blink an eye.

After half an hour, Xu Mubai finally drove away the remaining poison on his body, and secretly laughed in his heart, the acquired monk who was extremely vigilant in front of him didn't make a move on him?

Although he was poisoned, he still had the strength to spare, but he felt that someone was approaching, so he had to pretend to be one, and Feng Suixing didn't take the opportunity to shoot at him, which was also lucky.

"Brother, thanks to you this time, otherwise, Xu would have capsized in the gutter, I didn't expect this person to have poison on the knife, and he almost died here, thank you."

Feng entourage: "Your Excellency has confidence, so you are not afraid that I will kill you temporari......ly?"

Feng Suixing was hesitant in his heart, not that he didn't think about cutting this person with a sword, but seeing that he was quite open, he gradually suppressed the killing machine. Just escaped from his career as a killer, he doesn't want to be the kind of monster who only knows how to kill anymore, and his psychology has inexplicably changed.

Xu Mubai: "What is the difference between prevention and non-prevention? If Your Excellency wants to take my life, then you can only blame Xu Mou's life for being like this, and he has no power to resist, so he can only gamble, fortunately Xu Mou's bet is right, Brother Feng is really not that despicable villain."

Feng Sui was speechless, this person really overestimated him, Xu Mubai walked towards the Blood Spirit Langjun, tore a small bag from this person, injected a trace of true qi, and then, took out a blood red token from the small bag, and then threw the small bag towards the wind and followed.

"Brother, this person was killed by you, and the things in the Qiankun bag should belong to you, but this person's identity token is the task of Xu's trip, and it must be brought back to the sect. ”

Seeing this, Xu Mubai said with a smile: "This is the Qiankun bag, which contains Qiankun, which is specially used to store personal belongings, as long as a trace of true qi is injected, the divine sense can be viewed, and the items can be taken and placed, as long as the divine consciousness moves."

The wind followed the secret joy, it turned out that this is the Qiankun bag, the small cloth bag of animal skin, its appearance is not good, I have only heard rumors, or the first time I have seen the real thing.

In the marginal place, the Qiankun bag is a treasure, and the dozen or so bigwigs at the main level of the Bloody Cloth Church do not have this blessing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he escaped from death, his character exploded, and the bad luck of the past years seemed to be swept away, and now he got a bag lightly, and the excitement in his heart was indescribable.

Xu Mubai has been observing him, and Feng Entourage didn't dare to show it at all, he injected a trace of true qi according to the method Xu Mubai said.

Soon he found that this trace of his true qi was already attached to it, and he couldn't help but move, and sure enough, he entered it very lightly.

The internal space of the Qiankun bag is only two or three zhang square, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous items, piled up everywhere, and there are really a lot of things, but he doesn't dare to take them out casually.