readx; The night was as dark as ink, and under the dim starlight, a group of people appeared on the forest path at the foot of Tianmen Mountain, and these people moved quickly, without affecting the speed of walking because of the darkness of the night, leaving only a rustle of footsteps. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Suddenly, a person walking in front waved his hand, and everyone behind him stopped.

There was a faint light shining in the mountain forest in front of them, and all the people who were squatting down quickly divided into three groups under the wave of the hand of one of them, and the other two groups of more than 30 people each touched to the sides.

Among the more than 30 people who stayed in place, Yang Yifeng calmly investigated for a moment, and looked at the Ximen Feiying beside him with bright eyes: "There should be more than 40 people, and there are three masters." ”

"You can't let them give early warning to the warriors in the sect, you must kill them with one blow, and the three masters will be handed over to the three of us." The two elders nodded.

"Okay, let's stay where we are, let's go over and deal with the rest." Yang Yifeng glanced at the flying snow and the harsh winter.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then they all got up, only to see more than a dozen figures quickly rushing into the jungle in no particular order, and lost their traces in the blink of an eye.

Deep in the jungle is a row of newly built bamboo, wood and grass houses, and the faint light of several of them comes from the sound of laughter and shouting from time to time.

In a few faint muffled snorts, several warriors who were in charge of guarding in front of the bamboo house were twisted and broken by Yang Yifeng and the others, without making any sound.

After making a gesture, Yang Yifeng and his soldiers divided into several ways and approached the bamboo houses with lights on.

Nodding to each other, they lifted the curtain and slipped in. Only a crackling sound and screams were heard, and after a while, it fell silent.

At this moment, an angry curse came, followed by a sword slash, and four figures rushed out of two of the bamboo houses.

Yang Yifeng and the others rushed out of the bamboo house full of blood, and saw that the thin two heroes had already fought fiercely with the two warriors in front of the bamboo house, and Ximen Feiying walked out of another bamboo house with a bloody long sword, and behind him, followed by a woman wrapped in a sheet and her hair was scattered, and under the faint starlight, you could vaguely see the woman's snow-white skin and the bruises on it.

"She is from our Huaxia, she was captured and imprisoned here by these people, and there are a few other girls, who can no longer bear the humiliation of these bastards, and they have all died one after another." Ximen Feiying walked up to Yang Yifeng and the others and explained angrily.

Yang Yifeng glanced at the woman, but she was also delicate, her eyes were a little hollow, she didn't dare to look at anyone with trepidation, sighed in her heart, motioned to Feixue to put the shawl on the woman's shoulder, glanced at Ximen Feiying and said, "Eighth Elder, send a disciple to escort her back to the town." ”

When Ximen Feiying turned around and left with the woman, Yang Yifeng's eyes flashed with murderous intent and looked at the four people who were fighting fiercely.

"On our land, insulting our compatriots, these damned warriors, Yifeng, let's go and cut off their heads." The faces of the harsh winter were also full of anger, and one by one they were about to go up and kill the Samurai who was fighting against the thin two elders.

"Let me come." After Yang Yifeng finished speaking, he left an afterimage on the spot, and the person had already appeared among the four people who were fighting fiercely.

The fierce killing machine enveloped the two warriors in the fierce battle, and Yang Yifeng's body was ghostly with just one dodge, and the two warriors stopped in horror.

The thin two males both withdrew from the battlefield, looking at Yang Yifeng who was standing next to him like a killing god with a surprised expression, both with a kind of coldness from the bones. They didn't even see how Yang Yifeng made a move just now, and a thin small wound appeared on the necks of the two of them who couldn't be killed for a while, and blood was slowly overflowing.

Yang Yifeng used the palm knife just now, and used the palm knife condensed by true qi to gently cut the throats of the two people, which not only did not have blood gushing like a spring, but also made the two warriors unable to stop the blood from gushing out.

"This is Huaxia, you have an hour, you will quietly watch your blood drain, spend an hour to remember the evil deeds you have committed in this life, you will slowly die in pain and helplessness, this is the best punishment for you."

Looking at the two warriors coldly, Yang Yifeng waved his arm, and the sword wind condensed by Dao True Qi hit the limbs of the two, and the two of them bent their legs and knelt down.

Looking at Yang Yifeng in fear, they couldn't even speak, and the two who had lost their limbs could only feel the blood constantly spilling out of their throats, and their faces were painful and unwilling.

Nodding at the thin second elder, Yang Yifeng turned around and strode forward, Shen Feng, who was following closely behind him, flicked his fingers, and the flame-burning lighter flew into one of the bamboo houses.

Gathering all the people of the Ximen family, the group walked through the jungle and entered Tianmen Mountain.

Guarding the entrance of Tianmen Mountain tonight are several disciples of the Sword Sect, one of them is the younger junior disciple of Ximen Changfeng and others, Ximen Qingyang, although Ximen Qingyang is only the youngest disciple of the inner hall of the Sword Sect, but his status is much higher than that of the disciples of the outer hall.

After arranging the personnel on duty, Ximen Qingyang sat alone on a big rock, holding his chin, looking up at the sparse stars in the sky, and muttered to himself: "I don't know when they will come back, senior brother, so I miss the time when we practiced swords together before." ”

"Ximen Qingyang, the head of the family has an order, from now on, every day's gatekeeper disciples will be arranged by our Qi Sect. So, tonight you need to be outside the door for the night as well. There was a sound of footsteps, and several young people with a flamboyant spirit walked behind Ximen Qingyang.

Ximen Qingyang's immature face showed a trace of anger, turned to look at several unstoppable young people, opened his mouth, and finally did not have a seizure, and floated down from the boulder, walking towards the mountain gate not far away.

"See, these cowards of the Sword Sect don't even dare to let out a fart in front of our Qi Sect now. Brothers, prepare wine and side dishes, let's go into the stone house and have fun, let them blow the cool breeze outside. The young man at the head waved his hand triumphantly, and several young people happily entered the stone house next to them.

Speaking of Ximen Qingyang, when he came to the mountain gate, several disciples from the outer hall looked at the stone house, and one of them had a look of righteous indignation on their faces, and one of them said: "Senior Brother Qingyang, these bastards are so hateful, one day I will beat them into wastes one by one." ”

"This day won't be too long, and when they come back, it's time for us to settle accounts with them." Ximen Qingyang said in a deep voice with a cold face.

At this moment, a strange and soft voice came in from outside, attracting Ximen Qingyang and the others.

"There are people outside, it's our family's code." One of the disciples pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, then spoke.

Ximen Qingyang came to the closed mountain gate with an anxious face, and his eyes turned to the boulder and gently pulled a few people, and then he heard the same knocking sound as him outside.

"Quick, open the mountain gate. You go with me to the stone house, and it's time to settle accounts with them. Ximen Qingyang's eyes showed excitement, and he beckoned several disciples to act quickly.

In the stone house, several Qi Sect disciples were raising their glasses and drinking, talking and laughing loudly, when suddenly the bamboo curtain was raised, and Ximen Qingyang walked in with a sneer on his face and several disciples.

"What are you doing here? We don't have any wine to give you. The young man at the head pouted with a teasing smile.

"I don't drink wine, I drink your blood." Ximen Qingyang snorted coldly, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword slashed at the shoulder of the nearest person, who screamed miserably, and one arm fell to the ground.

The sudden change stunned several Qi Sect disciples, they were authentic disciples of the family master's lineage, and they had been showing off their might in the family for a long time, and Ximen Qingyang, who had been bullied by them, actually hurt people, which made everyone stupid.

Ximen Qingyang didn't care about this, and the long sword danced and stabbed at the other young man again. Several outer hall disciples behind him also brandished their long swords and launched an attack on the dumbfounded Qi Sect disciples.

Blood splattered, screams rang out one after another in the narrow stone house, and the Qi Sect disciples who were caught off guard didn't even have a chance to exert their strength, so they fell in a pool of blood one by one, leaving only the young man at the head, who shook Ximen Qingyang's long sword with a punch, and his body rushed out of the window entrance.

"Oh no, don't let him run." Ximen Qingyang's face changed slightly, he dared to kill them, firstly, because of the hatred of being bullied over the years, and secondly, because he knew that his senior brothers were back, and he was about to start a war with the Qi Sect, at this time, he naturally couldn't let them know the news in advance.

However, when Ximen Qingyang and the others chased out of the stone house, they saw that the disciple had already fled into a jungle, and it was not easy to chase him.

At this time, the mountain gate had been opened, Yang Yifeng and others had already entered from the stone gate, and saw Ximen Qingyang holding a bloody long sword in his hand, and his body was full of bloodstains, Ximen Changfeng and Ximen Leiyun hurriedly rushed over.

"Little junior brother, what's going on?"

"Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother, you are finally back." Ximen Qingyang threw away his long sword and threw himself at the two of them in a choked voice, tears of excitement appeared on his bloodstained face.