The cave was narrow, and Feng Yi thought that Feng Yuan was just having doubts in his heart, testing himself, but he never thought that he would suddenly make a move.

This hand knife was close to him, and Feng Yi had no way to block it, so he could only quickly lean towards Chen Ling's side, avoiding the vital point in his neck.

The hand knife is added to the body, and the left arm is in the middle. Although there was no blade, it was extremely sharp, and it suddenly cut the skin of Feng Yi's left arm, revealing the arm bone of Sen Ran inside.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and Feng Yi rolled sideways towards the other side of the fire. Then he slapped the ground and got up, and without thinking, he carried the Blood-Burning Secret Technique, quickly turned into an afterimage, and swept out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the blizzard was still falling.

Feng Yi stood in the snow, and the wound on his left arm was shocking.

And Feng Yuan, who failed to kill Feng Yi with one blow, immediately felt great regret. However, he was injured and had not fully recovered, so his reaction speed was much slower than usual, and he couldn't stop Feng Yi, who was rushing out of the cave.

Seeing that Feng Yi was out of his control, Feng Yuan did not stop there, turned around and swept out of the cave, and shouted: "Thief, take your life." ”

The wind and thunder movement in his palm has already used the martial art 'Wind and Thunder Palm' that he has practiced for decades.

As the name suggests, once it is used, there is a sound of violent wind and thunder.

In fact, it was not that there was really wind and thunder hovering in the palm, but that the palm wind was fast and violent, so that the air could not spread up and down, left and right, and was squeezed and exploded, and then exploded.

Such a palm, although it does not have Feng Yuan's heyday, it is not something that ordinary people can resist.

At least in Feng Yi's opinion, it is difficult for him to bear it easily. If you are really slapped by this palm, I am afraid that my small body will be shattered into minced meat all over the ground on the spot, and it will be blown into ice crystals by the cold wind.

The palm wind touched the face, Feng Yi didn't have time to swallow the healing pill to heal the wound on his left arm, and he didn't have time to seal the acupoint to stop the blood flow, so he could only rush to swim the dragon technique and dodge left and right.

The body is like a ghost, floating without a trace, and in an instant, he has avoided more than ten palms.

It all sounds slow, but it's only a few breaths.

It wasn't until Feng Yi set up his position and began to fight back against Feng Yuan that Chen Ling in the cave reacted, hurriedly rushed out of the cave, and shouted: "Commander Feng, what are you doing? Brother Feng is your own person, you must not hurt him." ”

If you can't be wounded, you can't be hurt, and if you spill blood on the ground, how can you turn a blind eye?

Feng Yuan heard his young lady's shout, and had the intention to restrain Feng Yi first, and then explain in detail the reason for doing it himself. But seeing Feng Yi swept to the mouth of the cave, with a pull of his right hand, he had already lifted a wide and heavy knife.

The knife weighed no less than three thousand catties, and Feng Yi carried it in his hand, as if he was carrying half a mountain, which was particularly laborious.

But when the knife was slashed, a violent wind suddenly rolled up, blowing the snow outside the cave to both sides, like a calm water surface being cut in half by a sharp blade.

The blade hit the ground, and the roar was like thunder.

A crack two feet wide and more than a foot deep into the ground suddenly appeared on the ground under the blade, spreading radially in the direction of Feng Yuan.

The rift was spreading, and there was a strong wind on it that slashed forward like a blade, and Feng Yuan was alarmed, knowing that if he didn't dodge, he would definitely be injured by the strong wind.

The heart was frightened, but the footsteps were not slow, moving three feet horizontally, and avoiding it dangerously.

At this moment, Feng Yi had already rushed over with the Heaven Opening Blade. The knife fell in his hand, facing the door in front of him.

Seeing this, Chen Ling was shocked and said, "Brother Feng, don't ...... it."

Feng Yuan had a murderous heart for Feng Yi, how could Feng Yi allow the scourge to live in the world? Although he heard Chen Ling's eager shout, the momentum of the heavy knife in his hand was not hindered in the slightest.

With a slash, Feng Yuan in front of him suddenly disappeared.

When his figure appeared, he had already come behind Feng Yi.

A flying kick is in the middle of the heart.

Feng Yi pounced forward in pain, then twisted his body strongly, and swept behind him with the help of the open sky blade.

Feng Yuan raised his breath and drank violently, his right foot stomped on the ground, and his body jumped up.

When the Open Heaven Blade swept under his body, his right hand suddenly poked out, and the Yuan Li Hua Guang loomed in his palm, carrying the power of Wan Jun, and hurriedly pressed towards the body of the Open Heaven Blade.

The pressure is like a mountain lodging, unstoppable.

"Bell!"

The Sky Blade was knocked to the ground, smashing snow and leaving a deep crater in the hard dirt.

Feng Yi held the handle of the knife in both hands, and the tiger's mouth was cracked by the huge force, and the blood flowed like a river.

But he didn't care about it, and with the open heaven blade that was obliquely inserted in the dirt, he turned over the blade of the knife, and swept Feng Yuan with his flying feet face down and his feet facing the sky.

Feng Yuan probed his left palm again, and slapped it on the blade of the Open Heaven Blade before Feng Yi's right foot came. With the help of strength, he flew up again, avoiding Feng Yi's whip legs.

Roll a few laps in the air before hitting the ground. Before his feet could be steady, he rushed forward again.

The right fist was clenched, and the mountain collapsed with strength, and the dantian of Feng Yi's lower abdomen was smashed urgently.

Feng Yi failed to kick Feng Yuan with a whip leg, and when he landed on the ground, he saw an iron fist.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I hurriedly shook my hand and pulled out the Sky Blade, flipped the blade, and stood it in front of me as a shield defense.

"Boom!"

The air waves were rolling, the snow was raging, Feng Yi retreated seven or eight feet, his arms were sore, he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and threw the Open Heaven Blade beside him.

Feng Yuan was also injured by the force of the anti-earthquake, and retreated more than three zhang until he reached the mouth of the cave.

When he was settled, he was about to continue to rush up and fight with Feng Yi, but suddenly saw a flash, and Chen Ling had already rushed forward and blocked the middle of the two.

She stretched out one arm, blocking Feng Yuan's way, her back to Feng Yi, her face sinking like water, and asked, "Commander Feng, what are you doing? Why did you sneak attack Brother Feng?"

Feng Yuan tilted his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking inside his body, fortunately he was not seriously injured, but his lungs were injured by the force of the shock, and it was harmless.

looked at Feng Yi through the sleeves of Chen Ling's broken arm that were fluttering in the wind, but saw that he also tilted his head and vomited blood, obviously more seriously injured than himself.

Feng Yuan's heart calmed down, retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Ling, and said, "Miss, this thief is the murderer of the eldest prince. You get out of the way, and wait for your subordinates to kill him and avenge the eldest prince. ”

Chen Ling reprimanded with a cold face: "What are you talking nonsense? Brother Feng doesn't know Chen Tian at all, how can he kill him?"

Turning his head to look at Feng Yi again, he saw that his face was as white as paper, and he suddenly felt pity.

Hurriedly ran forward and reached out to touch his Xuan sac, but only then did he remember that he had given all the healing pills to Feng Yuan just now. So he went to touch Feng Yi's Xuan sac, took out the healing pill, and fed him to take it.

At the same time, the right hand and fingers were sharply sealed on the acupuncture points of the left arm, stopping the blood rushing from the wound.

Chen Ling was apologetic, and she had a strong sense of distress, which made Feng Yi feel guilty.

As Feng Yuan said, he was indeed the murderer of her cousin Chen Dagongzi.

Isn't it a hypocrite to kill his brother, but to deceive others, and to be worried about others?

Feng Yi blamed himself in his heart, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and pushed Chen Ling away, said in a cold voice: "What Feng Yuan said is true, your cousin was indeed killed by me." ”

"Good boy, dare to act, he is really a man. If it weren't for this deep hatred, I, Feng Yuan, would really want to have a good time with you and drink his mother's three hundred cups. Can...... But you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't kill the eldest prince. ”

The more Feng Yuan spoke, the more angry he became, and he was angry at the bullfight, and he was about to rush forward.

Feng Yi was on guard and always on guard.

After fighting just now, he had already learned Feng Yuan's strong strength.

Compared to his combat power, Feng Yuan is still above Han Tian, and he surpasses him by a lot.

If he fought with a real sword, Feng Yi was really not sure that he would be able to defeat him.

Fortunately, Feng Yuan's old injuries had not healed, and his strength could not be maximized. Feng Yi thought to himself, with the handle in his hand that was at least a fourth-grade, or it could be a fifth-grade Xuanbing's Heavenly Blade, he could fight with it somewhat.

The blood in his eyes was flooded, and the Blood Burning Secret Technique would not stop burning the essence blood in Feng Yi's body just because the battle stopped.

Therefore, Feng Yi urgently needed to continue the war and try to end the battle before the essence blood burned out.

But Chen Ling, who was pushed away by him, actually came over again.

Her eyebrows remained the same, and her face still had deep worry and distress on her face, as if she was not moved by Feng Yi's killing of his cousin at all.

Feng Yi was slightly stunned, but Chen Ling said in a low voice: "Commander Feng is a late stage Xuan cultivator of the Inner Rest Realm, you may not be able to defeat him." I'll stay and drag him, you go first. ”

Feng Yi frowned, and Feng Yuan, who was ten zhang away, heard Chen Ling's whisper with his intelligent hearing.

He also frowned, a chill flashed on his face, and he said coldly: "Miss, that Feng Yi thief is the murderer of the eldest prince, and he himself admitted it, why are you still protecting him?

Chen Ling suddenly looked back, and returned Feng Yuan with cold eyes, "What does he have to do with me whether he Chen Tian is dead or not?"

Feng Yuan bared his teeth angrily, "He is your cousin, the only son of your uncle Chen Anping, the city lord. ”

"Huh, cousin, what a cousin. Chen Ling's face was full of hatred, and her voice was a little colder than the snowflakes flying in the sky, "Do you know that my cousin, how many times have you wanted to spoil my innocence......?" If Uncle hadn't found out in time, how could I, Chen Ling, still be alive in the world?"

Feng Yuan was stunned, and Feng Yi was also stunned on the spot.

He once dug out a lot of obscene artifacts in Chen Tian's sac, speculating that he should be a womanizer.

Now it sounds true. It's just that I didn't expect that Chen Tian would be so bold and dare to do that pickled thing to his sister-in-law.

Although it did not succeed.

"Uncle wants to kill him, blame my ruthless father who only thinks about the Chen family's incense, and obstructs him, otherwise, he Chen Tian would have become a dead man three years ago. ”

Chen Ling gritted her teeth when she spoke, she no longer had the demeanor of a young lady, only full of hatred, like a resentful woman cursing people, and she wanted to pour out her resentment.

"No...... Impossible, the eldest prince he ...... How could he ......?"

Feng Yuan shook his head again and again, but Chen Ling suddenly sat on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

The cry was heartbreaking, as if she remembered the terrifying shadow that had made her hover on the edge of life and death.

"Alas!"

Feng Yi let out a long sigh, the blood in his eyes dissipated, and after swallowing a pill of blood tonic pill, he squatted down and gently patted Chen Ling's back.

The girl trembled, and finally couldn't hold back, and fell into Feng Yi's arms, buried her head in his chest, and cried.

Feng Yuan stood on the spot, not stepping forward, not doing it.

He is loyal to the Chen family, which is true.

But he himself is also a person who can distinguish between good and evil, black and white, not the kind of foolish and loyal people.

The city lord Chen Anping has a great favor with him, and he should follow it with all his heart and do his best to repay it.

Now that Chen Anping is gone, the Chen family is the only one who has Chen Ling. Feng Yuan paid all his loyalty to Chen Anping to Chen Ling, thinking of helping her to ascend to the throne, recovering the Chen family, and recovering the city lord's mansion.

As for Chen Tian, he was Chen Anping's only son, and although he died, he was killed.

The enemy is in front of him, and Feng Yuan should avenge it.

But when I heard Chen Ling talk about it, I realized that Chen Tian was that kind of person.

Feng Yuan suddenly wondered if he should come to avenge this.

He also sat down on the ground, his head hung with a sad face, and he did not say a word.

Feng Yi hugged Chen Ling and had the intention to push her away, but he couldn't push her away at this moment.

Pushing it away, it inevitably seems too ruthless.

If you don't push it away, I am afraid that Chen Ling's affection for her will become deeper and deeper.

It's a tangle.

Looking at Feng Yuan again, it seemed that he had no desire for revenge, and there was no killing intent in his eyes.

The snow outside the cave is strong and windy, Chen Ling's clothes are thin, and her cultivation is not profound, if she stays in the snow for a long time, she will definitely get sick.

Feng Yi thought about it, picked her up, and returned to the cave.

As he passed by Feng Yuan's side, he turned his head to look at the other party. In his eyes, he also saw tangled, and even more dazed.

"For the sake of a pickled man, is it worth it to ruin your Feng Yuan's loyalty and conscience?" Feng Yi said coldly.

Feng Yuan suddenly got up and roared angrily: "He is the only son of the old city lord and the only descendant of the Chen family. ”

"Now the only descendant of the Chen family is her. Feng Yi looked at Chen Ling in his arms.

The girl was still crying, but it was much weaker than before.