The moon is dark and the wind is not high!

"He's going to kill me!"

Wang Feng grabbed the folding fan in his hand and ran wildly, his forehead was full of cold sweat, he was beating a drum in his heart, and he only had the idea of escaping in his mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No one? Didn't catch up? ”

Wang Feng walked around the alleys of Qingyun Town, and turned back several times, but he didn't find any trace of Qin Hao.

"Could it be that I'm wrong?"

Wang Feng couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, but when he thought of Qin Hao's eyes at that time, he felt shuddered.

Because of the close contact, he knew that Qin Hao was extremely good at concealment, so Wang Feng looked at the corners of the shadows everywhere, and his eyes were always vigilant.

An hour has passed.

Wang Feng finally let go of the doubts in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he left Qingyun Town and ran towards the road he came.

"It's been a long time!"

Outside Qingyun Town, Qin Hao's eyes suddenly froze, staring at the sneaky figure that rushed out of the city gate.

He hid behind a big tree, because he was sure that when the other party let down the vigilance in his heart, he would definitely leave Qingyun Town as soon as possible and return to the Chaotic Cloud Sect, and this was the only way for Wang Feng to go.

Hastily!

Wang Feng stepped under his feet and galloped past the big tree.

Suddenly, the hairs on his body suddenly rose, and his heart was suddenly startled, and the moonlight reflected on the beheading knife, and a bright light suddenly rose behind him, and was glimpsed by the afterglow of his eyes.

"Poof!"

His feet quickly changed direction, and as soon as his body turned, the treasure fan in his hand was immediately waved away, and the spiritual power in his body poured out, and a fan shadow shot out in the air.

Blades, fan shadows, and struck each other in the air.

The sound of a cloth being torn came out, and the fan shadow was shattered, and the beheading knife split the fan shadow in half without hindrance, and swung towards Wang Feng's head unabated.

The eyes of the two shrank at the same time, but the meaning was very different.

Qin Hao was surprised that the decapitation sword was so powerful, not weaker than Lingbao, which was really beyond his expectations.

Wang Feng was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that the big knife in Qin Hao's hand turned out to be a spirit treasure, although there was no spiritual energy fluctuation of the spirit treasure on it, but it was not a spirit treasure to have such a mighty power?

Of course, what he was even more shocked was that the folding fan in his hand turned out to be a middle-level spirit treasure, with his strength, it was difficult to urge, and he couldn't give full play to the strength that this spirit treasure should have.

Thinking like this, he was even more resentful and unwilling in his heart.

As soon as he retreated, his body retreated, and before he could come, a blood flower spurted from his chest.

He flew upside down, a two-finger-wide, one-foot-long gash on his chest, and his muscles and fat were turned outward as if they had been sawn open with a blunt instrument.

What's even more bizarre is that there isn't much blood gushing out of the chest, as if the blood inside has already dried up just now.

It's almost impossible, and even the most serious injuries can make the blood in the human body drain in an instant.

Wang Feng was lying on the ground, his face pale and bloodless.

He stared at the big knife in Qin Hao's hand with a frightened look, and saw that the blade of the two-meter-long beheading knife was red, full of bright red blood, and at this moment, the blood attached to the knife body seemed to be subjected to an invisible traction, and it was rapidly penetrating into the knife body, as if those insects had penetrated into Qin Hao's body.

The color of the blood became lighter and lighter, and in less than two breaths, the beheading broadsword had already regained its cold light, and in Wang Feng's eyes, it was extremely terrifying.

"This knife is drinking my blood!"

"People raise insects, knives drink blood, they are all monsters!"

The brightness of his eyes became lighter and lighter, just so straightforward, staring at Qin Hao blankly, and his mouth was intermittently popping out: "Why?" ”

Qin Hao glanced at the smooth decapitation knife before shifting his gaze to Wang Feng.

"You know too many of my secrets, and I don't want anyone else to know them right now."

"You told me it all yourself." Wang Feng's eyes widened, and he asked Qin Hao as if he was looking back.

"Yes!"

Qin Hao nodded, a hint of apology flashed in his eyes, but it was only erased in an instant, he didn't entangle this issue with Wang Feng anymore, and the blade stabbed the other party's heart.

After killing Wang Feng, Qin Hao dug a pit next to him, thought about it, and finally did not retrieve the folding fan, but kicked Wang Feng's body into the pit with one kick and buried it, and the treasure fan was buried.

Qin Hao turned around and left without looking back, and the only trace of regret he had for Wang Feng disappeared along with the buried folding fan.

Is there something wrong?

Maybe!

But so what, the fault of the strong, the responsibility of the weak, this is the law of this world.

He stepped on the ground step by step, and slowly walked towards Qingyun Town, his back became more and more cold, and a trace of inexplicable shackles was cut off in his heart.

"To become stronger, at all costs, to become stronger!"

"Only the strong can control their own destiny!"

In the year 3312 of the continental calendar, on the first day of November, it snowed heavily in the north!

At the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Thousands of people gathered here on top of a heavy snowfall, looking up at the top of the mountain from time to time.

There is a heavy fog on the mountain, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, it is impossible to recognize the true face of Lushan, the mountain runs through a white jade stone step, called the swaying ladder, which means that every person who climbs the mountain from here can go up, worship into the clouds, or enter the outer door, or enter the inner door, and never be in the mortal world.

In front of the escalator, erect a 5-meter-high cyan stone stele, engraved with the word "Qingyun", the pen is strong, and it actually gives people a kind of charm that soars up to 90,000 miles.

It was the coldest time of the morning, and the air was even colder due to heavy snowfall.

However, the thousands of people under the mountain, except for a very few people who tightened their clothes, the rest of them did not frown and did not feel the slightest coldness.

All the people raised their heads and looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, and they were waiting, waiting for the messenger who would come down from the blue cloud ladder to take them in.

In the side of the crowd, Qin Hao also raised his head together, looking at the clouds in the sky, he was wearing a coarse linen shirt, and the red robe was rolled up and hung behind his back as a package.

Suddenly!

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and more people couldn't help but breathe quickly, and a few figures faintly walked down the ladder, they walked very fast, often dozens of steps in one step, and their bodies flickered closer and closer to the foot of the mountain.

Faster than them was a figure that fell directly from the air, this person was dressed in a green robe, with a silver short sword under his feet, and the volley was 5 meters above everyone's heads, looking down on the crowd below, his eyes were flat, but he gave people a sense of pride.

He was fair-skinned, like a girl, with long black hair draped behind him casually, looking at the people at his feet without saying a word.

He didn't speak, and the people below didn't dare to speak, they all held their breath and stared at him.

It wasn't until a few people on the escalator came down that the silence was broken.

"Senior Brother Nine, can you start?"

"Yes!"

The man called the Ninth Senior Brother, the words are like gold, his body has risen 5 meters high, he sat cross-legged, sat on the silver short sword, and looked at the air in the distance.

"Is this guy in charge?"

"What a sass!"

Qin Hao pouted with disdain in his heart.