Blizzard has always been at a disadvantage, and her defeat has long been expected by everyone. But the sudden reversal shocked the bewitching woman and the lean old man.

And the ghost's scream also made the tall old man slightly stunned. Masters compete with each other, and the slightest flaw is fatal. He has been famous for a long time, but he made this low-level mistake.

Yang Yifeng didn't care about Feixue, but he knew the situation in front of him, Feixue was only captured by ghosts at most, and he would not die, and once he had a little relaxation, he would die tragically on the spot. So he restrained his mind and devoted himself to the fight.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Yang Yifeng grasped the timing just right, and when the tall old man was slightly stunned, the power of his whole body had been poured into the Qilin Golden Knife, and with a loud shout, the Thunder Thirteen Slash Third Type God Slaughtering Heaven Destroying Style with a violent killing machine had already enveloped the tall old man.

A brilliant golden sword light seemed to be generated out of thin air, a violent murderous aura, and a powerful sword light seemed to cut through the heavens and the earth, fiercely attacking the tall old man.

"Third brother (third brother), be careful." The bewitching woman and the lean old man changed color in unison, and reminded loudly in unison. At the same time, the two flew and pounced on Yang Yifeng.

The tall old man's whole body was cold to the bone, and he only saw a piece of gold in his pupils, and before he could respond, a sharp pain came from his shoulder, and the strength of his body seemed to be drained, and he screamed bitterly, and he staggered to the side. One of his arms flew shoulder-to-shoulder, blood spraying into the night sky like a fountain.

Yang Yifeng slashed off the arm of the tall old man, and before he could take back the golden knife, two black shadows had already arrived in front of him, and the thin old man slapped his Tianling Gai with a palm, and the bewitching woman also kicked his heart.

Yang Yifeng secretly screamed that it was over, and under the attack of the two masters, he didn't have time to dodge at all, but subconsciously condensed his whole body power into his lower abdomen and Tianling Gai, and made a dying struggle.

And at this moment, a petite figure rushed from the oblique thorn, slamming Yang Yifeng away, and with a miserable scream, the flying snow flew out like a fallen leaf in a raging storm.

Yang Yifeng was hit by the opponent vigorously, and after falling to the ground, he turned over and got up, and saw Feixue being knocked away by the two masters, spewing out a bloody arrow in the air, and his body smashed on the ground.

"Blizzard ——。" Yang Yifeng roared sadly, staggered, and pounced on the falling Feixue with a golden knife in his hand.

Trembling and picking up Feixue, the girl's beautiful face was as pale as paper, the corners of her mouth were overflowing with blood, and she looked at Yang Yifeng reluctantly, revealing a poignant smile.

"Yang Yifeng, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you anymore in the future." Feixue was angry, and looked at Yang Yifeng with great effort and said.

"No-Feixue, why are you so stupid, why are you saving me, I should be the one who died." Yang Yifeng shed two lines of male tears, and choked up with a headache and hugged Feixue.

"Yifeng, I'm already very satisfied to die in your arms. Before I die, I want to tell you that I like you, and for you, I can do anything, including dying. Promise me to live well and not disappoint those who care about you. Feixue said a word by word with difficulty, and every time she opened her mouth, blood gushed out of her mouth, but her eyes were full of reluctance and tenderness.

Yang Yifeng trembled, listening to the girl's words full of love, his heart seemed to be torn apart, hugged Feixue's body tightly, and cried: "Feixue, don't die, I haven't treated you yet, I still need you to accompany me forever, if I lose you, I won't be happy in my life." ”

Feixue showed a satisfied smile in her eyes, and forcibly touched Yang Yifeng's face with her probing hand, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, she could hear Yang Yifeng's words before she died, she was already content, but she was so heartbroken, so heartbroken, she was reluctant to leave the man in front of her, how much she hoped to be by the boy's side forever, even if it was just his friend, she would be very content.

At this time, the bewitching woman and the lean old man were also busy stopping the bleeding and healing the tall old man, and under the night sky, the scene that had just experienced a fierce battle was quiet, but the smell of blood in the air did not dissipate for a long time.

"Third child, you can't die, don't leave me. Ahh

Yang Yifeng was still hugging Feixue tightly if there was no one next to him, and he was helpless in the face of Feixue, who was also seriously injured. Although Feixue was only injured in the shoulder and lower abdomen, he suffered serious internal injuries, and his internal organs had been displaced, and with his medical skills, he couldn't treat Feixue at all, not to mention that in this case, he didn't have enough time to treat Feixue.

At this moment, the sound of breaking the air in the darkness sounded, and black shadows fell not far away, and more than a dozen men and women with different skin colors and fierce momentum swept their eyes at the bewitching women who were crying, and then surrounded Yang Yifeng one after another.

"Yang Yifeng, hand over the Qilin Golden Knife, I will spare your life." A middle-aged man with long brown hair said coldly in non-standard Chinese.

"Yang Yifeng, you give me the Qilin Golden Knife, and we will teach you to leave here safely." Another foreigner, shrouded in black robes, said with a smile. Around him, there were three other black-robed men who were also dressed in exactly the same attire.

"Hmph, with your cult, you dare to snatch the Qilin Golden Knife, I don't know whether I live or die." Another hazy old man in his fifties sneered disdainfully, crossed his arms and said coldly.

Yang Yifeng gently put down the flying snow, got up with a face full of anger and looked at the enemies around him who came to snatch the golden sword, his eyes swept over everyone's faces in turn, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to snatch my treasure knife, kill me first." ”

"Hmph, I don't know how thick the sky is, it's not easy to die." The old man laughed sneeringly, and was about to make a move on Yang Yifeng.

"Stop, Yang Yifeng is mine, he killed my man, I must avenge this revenge." The bewitching woman not far away suddenly snorted in a cold tone and walked over step by step.

Coldly glancing at all the enemies around him, Yang Yifeng suddenly laughed, and then said in a deep voice: "For a golden knife, you have traveled thousands of miles to Huaxia, okay, even if you die today, the master will pull a few cushions on his back, let's go together." ”

Seeing that Feixue was going to die in order to save himself, Yang Yifeng had a feeling of despair at this time, in the face of the danger of never surviving, he had already put life and death aside, isn't it death, he Yang Yifeng is not afraid at all, he dies with Feixue, and he can be regarded as a companion on Huangquan Road.

"Hahaha-good job, Yifeng, I didn't embarrass your master, don't be afraid, these miscellaneous hairs want to hurt you, first ask me if I will agree."

There was a wild laugh in the darkness, and then Suo Mingsu and Leng Yan Luo walked out side by side, and behind their two elders, Long Yue and Zihei Shuangjiao.

"Yifeng, our people will be here soon, none of these bastards will be able to escape tonight." Long Yue looked at Yang Yifeng with concern on his face and said loudly.

"Old ghost, you take Yue'er and them to block these people first, Feixue's girl seems to be seriously injured, I'll save her first." Leng Yan Luo still looked indifferent, and after speaking lightly, he strode towards Yang Yifeng.

Seeing Leng Yama coming, the two black-robed men attacked Leng Yama one left and one right. At the same time, people on both sides began to look for opponents and scuffle.

After Yang Yifeng saw the second elder Suo and the third daughter of Long Yue, his heart settled down a lot, and he guarded tightly in front of Feixue, and the unicorn golden knife danced and fought with the bewitching woman.

The strength of these people present is all innate realm, especially the old man in the haze, the brown-haired middle-aged man and the black-robed leader, who are the strongest three in the opponent's camp.

Leng Yan Luo slashed with a slashing knife and slashed the belt, and retreated the two black-robed people who were blocking the way, and the Thunder Thirteen slashed both hard and soft, domineering and domineering, and had already met the black-robed leader and another black-robed man.

Long Yue's three daughters were also besieged by the remaining masters, and the gap in numbers, Yang Yifeng's side was at a disadvantage for a while.

Yang Yifeng was full of anger, fighting a bewitching woman alone, angry that the other party hurt Feixue, this time he no longer hides his strength, the unicorn golden knife is fierce, and the moves are sharp, and the bewitching woman is also facing the enemy who kills her husband, and she can't wait to eat Yang Yifeng alive, and she is ruthless and killed. A scuffle raged on a narrow cliff and stone road.

The two sides of the melee fought for nearly ten minutes, a whistle roared, several car lights from far and near, and several cars just stopped Wang Yiming and others jumped out of the car and rushed to the battle circle.

The arrival of reinforcements greatly reduced the pressure on Long Yue and the others, Leng Yan Luo made a strong attack, B retreated from the black-robed leader, flew to Feixue's side, helped Feixue, and checked the girl's injuries.

With frowning brows, Leng Yan Luo gasped, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Feixue's injuries were too severe, and he was helpless for a while.

Yang Yifeng beckoned Yan Dong and Shen Feng to block the bewitching woman, and also retreated to Feixue and Leng Yanluo's side, looking at Leng Yanluo with a nervous face and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Leng, is Feixue's injury still saved?" You have to find a way to save her. ”

"Yifeng, I can only protect her heart and maintain her lifespan of three days, maybe only your master can save her." Leng Yan Luo sat cross-legged behind Feixue, put his hands on Feixue's back, and began to convey internal force into Feixue's body.

A hint of joy flashed in Yang Yifeng's eyes, Leng Yanluo's words undoubtedly gave him hope, and three days was enough for him to rush back to the capital.

"Grandpa Leng, Feixue, please ask you to be old." After Yang Yifeng finished speaking, he turned around again and entered the crowd, and he vowed not to give up if he didn't kill the bewitching woman.

The Thirteen Taibao and the Ten Guards of the Hidden Gate arrived in time, and the situation in the field was immediately reversed, occupying an absolute advantage in numbers, Yang Yifeng and others quickly gained the upper hand, and the killing of the two sides became more and more fierce and cruel.

Long Yue was the first person to kill the opponent, and with Long Yue's victory, casualties began to appear on both sides of the fight, Xu Hai was slapped in the face, but with the cooperation of him, the vulture and Yan Fei, the vulture stabbed into the opponent's heart.

Purple and black Shuangjiao teamed up to deal with three innate masters, with the addition of Long Yue, Hei Jiao quickly injured one of them, Long Yue and Zijiao teamed up to kill the other, and the remaining American master was besieged by the three women, and after a few moves, Zijiao also broke his arm and lost his combat effectiveness.

In less than half an hour, in addition to the black-robed leader and the old man in the haze, only the bewitching woman was still fighting with Yang Yifeng, the enemy was opposite, and her eyes were red, and the bewitching woman's arm had been scratched by the golden knife, and the blood had already stained her sleeves.

And Yang Yifeng was also slapped by a bewitching woman in the chest, his chest was surging with blood and blood, his eyes were blood-red and roaring, brandishing a golden knife to entangle each other desperately.