Xuan Qi had the highest martial arts among all the people present, and the people he brought were also strong in martial arts, unless the Northern Dao people attacked him, no one would be able to break through their guards.

"Bad luck!" The leading Daoist took a sip and retreated, some went to torture the dying female Daoist, and some stood beside Ling Feng, watching him torture Qingyang, clapping their hands.

Qing Yang opened his blood-red eyes, looking at the fading night, he was already a little numb in pain.

Why! Why did it turn out like this! That's not how it shouldn't be!

He planned, and when he arrived at Qingyang Temple, he would find an opportunity to capture Zixia, push her down, and become the master of the Southern School, in addition to Zixia Guan, Qingyang Guan, Bailongguan is the most powerful, and now Bailong is on his side, the sea of clouds does not help each other, Qinglian has already installed his own people in the Qinglian Temple, and when he is down, he only needs to capture Qinglian together, and he is ascending to the heights, and the master of the Southern School is leaving me!

But why! Why did things turn out the way they are?

...

The sun is rising, and the night is fading.

The sun shone into the Qingfeng Village, the dark red blood had dried up, the ground was dyed dark red, and under the sun, the red was dazzling and gloomy.

In the audience, except for Yunhai, Zixia and her two maids, Qingyang was the only one left alive, the flesh on his two thighs and two arms was almost clean, and the exposed leg bones were covered with burning marks.

Qingyang was still breathing, although it was faint, but he was indeed breathing, proving that he was still alive.

He thought about it all night, but he still couldn't figure out why it was the way it was.

Ling Feng was still cutting meat from Qingyang's body, and Yunyang didn't stop either, whenever Ling Feng cut the meat, he burned it with thunder, and Qingyang's wound barely bleed.

The Northern Sect did not have the slightest pity for the corpses of the Southern Sect's Daoists, and threw down the fire, whether it was the corpse of the Chiguo Girl or the corpse that was chopped into pulp, they were all engulfed in flames.

"Brother Xuanyu, let's go." Ling Feng stopped cutting Qingyang's flesh and turned to Xuan Qi.

"Fellow Daoists, pack your bags and follow Lingfeng Daoist friends to Zhengyi to observe and invite the Immortal to preside over justice!"

The Daoists of the Northern Sect have tidied up their clothes one after another, and they have successively restored their sanctimonious appearance.

The corpses of the Southern Sect Daoist were still burning, and bursts of black smoke rose into the sky, which was very eye-catching.

Xuanqi handed over the affairs of the caretaker Zixia and her two maids to Ling Feng, and led his men to the end of the team.

Ling Feng was very satisfied with what Xuan Qi had done, it would be a great achievement to escort Zixia to Zhengyiguan, and when the time came, it would be impossible to promote himself to be the master of the Northern Sect, after all, the minds of the Northern Sect Daomen were almost dead.

The group left Qingfeng Village, went down the mountain road, reached the halfway point of the mountain, and stopped.

Because the way down the hill was blocked, it was a man in black who stood in the middle of the avenue with his back hand, and the hilt of the knife exposed by his boot revealed his identity.

"Who are you, and why are you in the way!"

"The one who killed you." The man in black spoke in a flat tone, and there was a touch of coldness in his voice.

Zixia in the cage heard the prestige, and two rays of hatred shot out of her eyes.

Ling Feng waved his hand, and the Dao people formed a formation, looking at the forests on both sides vigilantly.

"Who sent you?" Ling Feng said with a gloomy face.

"Those who are about to die, need not know." After Wang Yan finished speaking, he pulled out two short knives from behind him, these two knives were different from the double dragon hidden in his boots, this was a divine weapon created by the Jinyi Palace Guard Casting Division, and it was the first time that it was displayed in front of people.

Ling Feng didn't feel a threat from Wang Yan's body, there were only two possibilities in this situation, the first was that the martial arts of the person coming were on par with his own, and the second was that the martial arts of the person in front of him were unfathomable.

Ling Feng saw that Wang Yan took the initiative to come, full of provocation, and his anger also surged, and he was about to take action, when he heard a shout beside him.

"Megalomaniacs! Suffer death. ”

Without waiting for Wang Yan to get closer, without waiting for Ling Feng to make a move, Yun Yang had already drawn his sword to meet him.

Wang Yan unhurriedly took out his double knives, just in time to meet Yunyang's attack, clanging, and the battle was fierce.

Ling Feng saw that Yunyang's technique was falling behind, and hurriedly said.

"Cloud Thunder! Yunyang is invincible, you go and help him quickly! ”

Yun Lei obeyed the order, drew his sword and rushed into the battle circle to start attacking Wang Yan.

The Taoists who were watching the battle pointed to the field, and Wang Yan laughed again and again.

"With this ability, you dare to say that you are not ashamed to take our lives, and you can't even beat the two juniors, what qualifications do you have to challenge us!"

As soon as the sarcastic words fell, Wang Yan made a tricky slash, the short knife slashed through Yun Lei's neck, blood surged, contempt gradually turned into horror, and finally solidified on his face.

Yun Lei died, and Yun Yang was difficult to support alone, and it was difficult to resist.

"Uncle Shi, help me!"

"Villain, don't hurt my nephew!" Ling Feng shouted loudly and stepped forward with his sword and joined the battle circle.

The blades fought, the contempt in Ling Feng's heart instantly dissipated, he was not at the same level as Yun Yang's martial arts, and the people who were on the same level as Yun Lei and Yun Yang could not walk for ten rounds in their hands, but the moment the weapons collided, Ling Feng clearly felt that the strength of the man in black had greatly increased, and he had become a master who could fight with him!

He's just playing pig!

"Fellow Daoists! Come and help me kill this thief! Ling Feng asked for help.

Hearing Ling Feng's request for help, the Daoists who watched the excitement suddenly felt strange, but after looking closely, they also saw the clues, and Wang Yan's skills had changed significantly.

Burst!

Wang Yan's short knife was inserted into Yunyang's lower abdomen, and with a blow up, the belly was cut, the intestines were opened, and the viscera flowed to the ground, and Yunyang fell to the ground on his knees, without moving.

"Bastard! I'll kill you! Ling Feng's anger soared by three points, and the Dao people who were close had already joined the battle and attacked Wang Yan together.

Six or seven people attacked Wang Yan at the same time, but Wang Yan coped with it with ease, and the difference in strength was already obvious.

Wang Yan did not choose to slaughter like a devastating slaughter, but from time to time suddenly used a strange move to kill one, so that the people behind him felt that there was hope to kill him.

Ling Feng knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't get out, because as long as he turned his back on Wang Yan, he would die, and this fact had been fully confirmed.

Those who fell to the ground felt that something was wrong and wanted to run, and without exception, they were killed.

"You're from the South!"

Wang Yan didn't answer, and with a backhand, he stopped and killed the Taoist who had left the battle circle.

"You're from the Heavenly Demon Alliance!" Ling Feng exclaimed, his voice was very loud.

The Celestial Evil Alliance? The assassination organization lurking under the Great Liang, Ling Feng actually misidentified himself as a member of the Heavenly Demon Alliance?

Ling Feng's words spread out, and the Daoists who surrounded him all changed their faces when they heard the name of the Heavenly Demon Alliance, and they stopped their momentum.

"Ill-intentioned, damn it." Wang Yan sneered, the short knife in his hand slashed down like lightning, Ling Feng held his sword to block, and the short knife slashed on the sword with a buzzing sound.

Burst!

The long sword broke, and the short knife fell, slashing from the shoulder to the ground,

The blood spurted wildly, and Ling Feng fell to the ground with an unwilling face, and between his breaths, his breath was cut off.

The blood mist sprayed, Wang Yan took out the knife like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, all the Taoist priests around him were cut off their necks.

"Run!" I don't know who shouted, and the Daoists of the Northern Sect scattered and fled, running into the forests on both sides, and the kung fu of the tea ran clean.

Wang Yan didn't chase after him, he walked towards the prisoner car unhurriedly, came to the prisoner car, and cut the iron rope with a knife.

The door opened, but Zixia was motionless, her eyes facing each other, and Zixia's eyes were burning.

"It's only been a long time since we separated, and we met again, you and I are really fateful." Wang Yan laughed and whispered, climbed into the prisoner car, and hugged Zixia out.

"Save my maid!" Zixia gritted her teeth and whispered.

"You're begging me?"

"If you don't save me, put me down."

"If I am saved, how will you repay me?"

"I'll tear you to pieces!" Zixia gritted her teeth and said angrily.

"The road back to Beijing doesn't seem to be lonely." Wang Yan waved his hand, and a figure rushed out of the forest, it was Han Junru who was on standby.

"Take both of them with you!"

After Wang Yan finished speaking, he began to walk down the mountain, but his heart was full of strangeness, he always felt that something was wrong, and the road was too smooth.