Liu Baihu covered his wounds, and his heart was full of anger.

There were only seven or eight people, who actually blocked their way, and immediately drank: "Kill them, and leave no one behind." ”

Although the guards around were afraid, the military orders were like a mountain, so they could only press forward.

Zhao Feng was already calm in his heart, with a horizontal knife on his chest, an old face, with an indifferent expression, looking at death as home.

His brothers looked at the crowd surrounding them, and one of the fat men shouted, "Uncle Zhao, you can still go now." ”

Zhao Feng smiled faintly and said, "You escort Master Zhang away, the old man here is broken." ”

When everyone heard this, Zhao Feng made up his mind to die, and several of the old men said: "If you don't go, I'll fight to the death with you." ”

Zhao Feng smiled with relief, and his face changed suddenly: "Kill!" ”

At that moment, he rushed straight towards the crowd.

The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the guards around him had already been frightened by him, and they all dodged.

He was one person and one sword, like a god descending from the earth, rampaging through the crowd.

Liu Baihu was escorted by seven or eight personal guards and kept retreating, and Zhao Feng seemed to be determined to take other people's heads, people blocked and killed, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha.

Zhao Feng's brothers had already understood what Zhao Feng meant at this moment, and they followed him at the moment to clear a bloody path for him.

In the blink of an eye, behind Zhao Feng, there was a corpse left, only a few steps away from Liu Baihu.

Liu Baihu was shocked, although he was also from the military, but compared with a master like Zhao Feng, he was still far behind.

The guards beside him rushed forward as soon as possible, Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and shouted, "Die." ”

With the blade passing by, the guards who came over were instantly killed on the spot.

Zhao Feng became more and more brave the more he killed, and with one arrow step, he went straight to Liu Baihu and shot away.

Liu Baihu's frightened soul was scattered, and he was in a hurry. I can only rush upward.

When there was a loud bang, Zhao Feng cut off the rigid knife in his hand with a knife, and stabbed him with another backhand, straight to his throat.

Liu Baihu looked frightened, and only thought that his life was over.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled back hard, and the blade slashed against Liu Baihu's neck.

Immediately after that, Liu Baihu heard a muffled sound, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhao Feng staggering back.

He was overjoyed. Only then did I turn around and see a monk who was very obese.

The monk is a long kind eyebrow, at first glance it looks very much like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple, Liu Baihu fart and urine, his legs were weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Ethereal put his hands together, bowed his waist slightly, and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is ethereal here, adults don't need to panic." ”

Liu Baihu was happier when he saw the ethereal spirit at this moment than when he saw his own father. Regardless of the crotch of his pants, he got up and said, "Master, help me get rid of this traitor!" ”

Only then did the ethereal spirit raise his head and glance coldly at Zhao Feng not far away, and Zhao Feng was also looking at the ethereal spirit faintly.

The two of them just made a move against each other. Judging by Zhao Feng's experience, the monk in front of him is by no means an idle person.

He clenched the steel knife in his hand and smiled coldly: "Senior's knife technique." It can make the poor monk think of a person. ”

Zhao Feng smiled disdainfully: "Get out of the way, otherwise you will go to hell." ”

Ethereal but unhurried smiled: "Zhedong Sword King, it seems that it really deserves its reputation." The poor monk will receive the teachings today. ”

Said here. The ethereal spirit suddenly burst out, and a fist the size of a sandbag smashed towards Zhao Feng.

Before the fist arrived, the cold fist wind instantly blew Zhao Feng's long hair, Zhao Feng knew that this guy was not waiting for idle goods, and with a backhand, he forced the ethereal spirit back.

Zhao Feng had no distracting thoughts in his heart, and his heart was as calm as the moon in the well, but the knife in his hand was full of power.

Knife after knife, each knife exerts all its strength, making people's scalp tingle when they look at it.

However, Ethereal Spirit is the true disciple of Monk Peng, and the subtlety of his fist technique is above Zhao Feng.

The two of them dismantled more than ten moves in an instant, and the ethereal spirit did not fall behind at all.

However, Zhao Feng is already old, and his sword strength is getting weaker and weaker.

Just when the two of them were inseparable, a fast horse hurried over, and a soldier on the horse turned over with a bow and arrow, and Liu Baihu snatched it and opened his longbow.

Zhao Feng's long knife was like a rainbow, with a thousand strengths, and slashed towards the top of the ethereal head, and the ethereal spirit clasped his hands together and caught the knife stiffly.

As soon as he raised his leg and kicked directly towards Zhao Feng's chest, Zhao Feng burst back, and as soon as he dodged this kick, he heard the sound of breaking the air in his ears, and suddenly a feather arrow was nailed into Zhao Feng's left arm.

Ethereal saw this opportunity, this person suddenly burst out, shouted angrily, and hit Zhao Feng's chest with a palm.

Zhao Feng's back shirt suddenly shattered, his chest collapsed directly, and the whole person fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, and after falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Liu Baihu smiled at the moment: "Damn, let you be rampant." Take it down for me. ”

Zhao Feng forcibly supported his body, and at this time, seven or eight small soldiers rushed up, spears and knives, and beckoned towards Zhao Feng.

At that moment, Zhao Feng was pierced by a spear, and the whole person stood on the ground, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

When Zhao Feng's brothers saw that Zhao Feng was killed, they all turned red-eyed, and rushed towards Liu Baihu one after another.

It's just that two fists are hard to beat with four hands, with the help of a master like Ethereal, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Feng's people will die, and they will run, and it will not become the climate.

A strong wind struck, blowing sand and covering the sky and the sun, Zhao Feng knelt on one knee on the ground, and a generation of sword kings passed away like this.

Liu Baihu walked to his side, put a foot on Zhao Feng's corpse, and shouted angrily: "The old immortal almost killed Lao Tzu." Chop up his body for me and feed it to the dogs. ”

Then he turned around and said, "Thank you Master for your help." Appreciate. ”

Ethereal smiled very politely: "It's nothing, but the person who ran away is very troublesome." Hurry up and chase it, if you catch up, maybe there is a glimmer of life. ”

Liu Baihu was startled and asked, "What is the reason for how many people ran away?" ”

"Those people are Jinyiwei." Said ethereal and heavy.

When Liu Baihu heard this, his face was extremely pale, his legs were weak, and he almost fell to his knees, but fortunately, Ethereal helped him.

Liu Baihu settled down, and drank immediately: "Quick, don't care about here, hurry up and chase me." Don't let those guys run away. ”

And Zhang Mu's side, escorted by Han Fangshan, had already arrived at Feiyun Pass, got on the ferry, and arrived at Ruian quietly.

As soon as he arrived in Ruian, he went on the official road and went straight to Wenzhou.

Liu Baihu chased after Dao Ruian City, where is there still Zhang Mu's shadow?

At this moment, Liu Baihu has no master of the six gods, because he knows what fate awaits him next! (To be continued......)