An Zhaofeng rushed forward, the scene in front of him was rapidly approaching, and then he was left far behind, and then thrown away, never to be seen again.

Ordinary martial artists of the lower three grades, they can run at a speed that is not inferior to that of galloping horses in a short period of time, and when they reach the middle three grades, walking the rivers and lakes is already a rare master for ordinary people.

The upper third grade already has all kinds of incredible means, within one step, the end of the world is close at hand, the flat ground is terrified of wind and thunder, but after all, he relies on foreign objects to step on this level of strength, and he is still far behind, and he can only take the mighty qi machine of the upper third grade level, and use the means of the middle and third grades, such as a seven-year-old naughty boy, holding red gold to smash people.

Even so, its speed has far exceeded the realm of the four-rank martial artist.

In an instant.

However, after only a few breaths, he had already rushed out of the range of Rongyue City, and then turned north, entering from the so-called Jilong Mountain in the mouth of the mountain people, the qi was blowing, the trees and rocks were all destroyed, and after several turns, they fell into a rather towering and secluded mountain forest.

This place is very hidden, in the inner valley, there are rocks standing, facing one side of the mountain wall, hanging vines, and below there is a square circle of water, connected to the river, in the pond there are golden-scaled swimming fish swaying.

This place is hidden in the mountains and rivers, and if it does not fall from the sky, it is difficult to find it at all. In autumn, the trees and vines that grow more and more luxuriant are the most clever camouflage techniques in the whole world.

Even An Zhaofeng himself, by chance, came for a walk drunk and idle, no matter where he came and went, he found such a place when the willows were bright.

swept all the way, until he ran here, An Zhaofeng pressed his heart slightly, and unconsciously his clothes were all wet, raised his hand, and then put it in front of his eyes to take a closer look, and the white palm was already a red color.

What stained his clothes was not sweat or the water vapor and rain in the air, but his own blood - forcibly using the strength of a four-rank martial artist to urge the huge qi that also belonged to the grandmaster, sweeping at high speed, and his skin, muscles and bones were subjected to extremely huge internal and external pressure.

The body that has been cultivated for a long time is naturally unhindered, but the circulation of blood veins is accelerated because of this, and those subtle blood veins are broken, the skin is cracked, and blood oozes from all over the body, although it is not a serious injury, it looks extremely terrifying, especially embarrassing.

An Zhaofeng clenched his hands, but suddenly laughed loudly, his arms were outstretched, lying on the ground, the laughter was endless, and there was no remorse and hatred on his face, but there was a lot of pleasure, and in addition to the pleasure, it was awe-inspiring and murderous.

"I haven't killed someone this time, and he will definitely make you pay enough price!"

"I actually joined forces with the people in the criminal department, hey, but I don't know if it was your own behavior, or if it was ordered by the whole organization, if it was the former, only the two of you would die, if it was the latter, then you would wait for thousands of years of inheritance, once destroyed, and no longer exist!"

An Zhaofeng lay on the ground, first gritted his teeth and whispered, then shouted angrily and howled, and the empty valley echoed endlessly, if it wasn't for the fear of being found by someone, he really wanted to roar to the sky, and then thought that this place was already secret, and with the cautious style of the criminal department, as well as the speed of the other party, it was impossible to find it.

And if it is a mountain hunter, woodcutter and a tourist, who hears the sound and explores it, and kills it casually, what problem can there be, but it can be used to relieve the resentment in the heart.

There are too many things to experience today, and the changes are as fast as thunder jumping into the air, so that people can't react, coupled with a hard fight to escape, even if the martial arts are superb like An Zhaofeng, a character like An Zhaofeng can't help but feel a lot of fatigue from the depths of his heart.

At the moment, I lay on the cold grass for about an hour, and when my hands and feet had some strength, I washed the blood stains and clothes on my body in the water, and the water vapor on it was steamed clean with a gas machine, which looked much cleaner and fresher.

There are a lot of swimming fish in one palm, there is no salt seasoning, purely with the strong internal force of the fire to roast, but still feel delicious, it is really a rare delicacy in life, I have eaten several swimming fish weighing more than three catties in a row, only to feel a slight spirit.

After eating, he didn't clean up, just leaned against the side of the Qingyan wall, looked at the vine on the opposite side, and thought about how to solve this matter today - this time, there were other tasks, but the divine soldier's qi had been consumed just now, and this task naturally did not plan to continue to do, and it could not be done.

What he was thinking about at this time was what he should do after returning to the Sword Forge Valley in order to obtain the maximum benefits, and the rest of the matter was held aside for the time being, and all the problems in this matter were naturally pushed to 'Qi Qi'.

If the valley lord knew that it was because he knew that the grandmaster had intervened, and he was greedy for the benefits of 'Qiqi', he did not leave, so he encountered this matter, which caused the task in another place to have to be abandoned, although he An Zhaofeng was the commander of the army, he also had to bear a considerable part of the responsibility.

And if the cause of the matter is that 'Qi Qi' concealed the truth of the matter and used himself to make him involved in this matter, and he reluctantly gave up that task in order to keep a useful body and serve the valley master, not only did he have no fault, but he also had merit, not to mention that he also learned the secret information of another major organization, and he should be rewarded.

Therefore, it is necessary to return to the Sword Forge Valley before the 'Poor Qi'.

An Zhaofeng figured out the trick, but he didn't care very much, and he didn't get up and leave immediately, when he just threw out the 'Poor Qi', he deliberately threw it in the direction away from the secret place of the Sword Casting Valley.

With the footsteps of 'Qiqi', even if he rushes all the way, day and night, he will definitely not be able to catch up, if it is not for the trust of everyone, he can even bathe and change clothes, have a good rest, and then go on the road, it will not be too late.

It's a pity that although this valley looks quiet and the scenery is excellent, there is no wine, and there is no beautiful woman to persuade her, which is quite boring.

At this moment, his ears moved slightly, and he found the sound of subtle footsteps, resisted the urge to turn his head to look, but secretly he had already raised his internal force and was on guard, but he did not wait for any weapons to attack, as if there was a person, sitting on the big stone above, lightly throated, and sang crisply:

"Twilight from the Bishan Mountain, the mountains and the moon return with the people, but take care of the path, the sky is green and slight, hand in hand with the Tian family, the child opens the thorn, the green bamboo enters the secluded path, and the green radish brushes the clothes......"

This voice is soft and delicate, natural and unadorned, much better than the voices of those Qinglou Oiran, An Zhaofeng's murderous aura gradually dissipated, raised his head, and saw that on the original mountain wall, there is still a big bluestone extending out, and the moss on it is like embroidery, if you sit on it, you can't see anyone below at all.

My mind turned, and I knew that someone should have also found such a 'secret place', and came here every day to sing and practice their voices, and let down their guard, so that they could better appreciate this natural sound.

And it was only at this time that he found out that what the other party was singing was the poem written by Qinglian Jian a hundred years ago, and the rhythm was complete, but only the last four sentences were missing, back and forth, although the tone was extremely beautiful, but he always felt that a piece was missing, and the stalk was uncomfortable in his heart.

At the moment, he didn't notice anything unusual, so he suddenly smiled:

"Little girl stupid, have you forgotten the last four sentences?"

His internal strength is extremely clever, even if he speaks at the bottom of the valley, it is like in his ears, and there is a faint sound of ahhh

The above is a little girl who is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing ordinary clothes, but handsome, with an atmosphere that ordinary people do not have, but extremely soft and gentle, and there is a soft language of Jiangnan Wu Nong in her accent, which is very pleasant to listen to when she sings, and now when she sees her true face, she feels more and more that this voice is even better.

At that moment, he smiled again, raised his hand to pull it, and simply pulled it down directly from the rock wall with unfathomable internal strength, and the clothes he saw were ordinary, and it seemed to be just an ordinary daughter, so he smiled:

"The little girl doesn't know the last few lines, and she can't sing them over and over again."

The girl seemed to be taken aback, looked at him very timidly, then lowered her eyes, and said:

"Not really, the last few words are known."

An Zhaofeng Qi said: "Then why don't you sing?" ”

The girl snorted: "In the end, the pair of drinks, I don't like that artistic conception, and I don't like the sharp spirit of the sword fairy......"

An Zhaofeng was slightly stunned, then laughed, and said:

"I never wanted to meet a woman at random, but she also has such insights and talents, tell me, what kind of artistic conception do you like?"

The girl raised her eyes to look at him, her pupils were as quiet and deep as the dark and moonless night sky, and she pursed her lips and smiled:

"That's going to have to be sung."

"Then you will sing, and if you like it, I will give you gold, silver and jade!"

An Zhaofeng waved his hand casually, and his words and deeds were generous.

The girl pursed her lips, her face seemed to be cheerful, she took two steps forward, and opened the distance, An Zhaofeng saw that she looked like a lotus flower in Taihu Lake, slim and elegant, but it was a pity that she was dressed too simply, and seemed to have picked up her brother's clothes, instead of a light gauze long skirt, which covered her figure, which made him regretful.

At this time, the girl straightened out her breath, opened her voice and sang, the tone was clear and high, and if there was a heroic spirit in the rivers and lakes, An Zhaofeng liked it in his heart, patted his palms together, and there was no killing intent in his heart, and he wanted to give more silver, so that this beautiful girl could have a good home.

"The ancient sword is cold and dim, and it has been forged for thousands of years."

"The white light is the sun and the moon, and the purple gas is a bullfight."

"There are guests who borrow an official, and they dare not ask for love."

"In the clear jade box, the autumn water does not flow."

An Zhaofeng clapped his hands gently, feeling that this poem was full of heroism, and the spiritual rhyme in the poem was faintly in line with his sword valley, and he felt in his heart, heaven and earth were created, and it was really so, at the end of the rhyme, the rhyme of the poem suddenly changed completely, and it was magnificent.

"May my selfish heart be quick and cut off the king's head!"

"The blood in the box is particularly bloody, and it belongs to the rivers and lakes!"

The murderous aura was faint, and the surrounding environment changed suddenly, as if he had fallen into the infernal hell as soon as he stumbled, the coldness was forested, An Zhaofeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his head suddenly.

The stone wall I saw was still the stone wall, and there was no change in the hanging vines, and the girl was even more delicate and beautiful, except for the pair of black pupils, which were as light as night, but the eyes were faintly red, like a thousand miles of desert, a round of sunset.

An Zhaofeng's heart was vigilant, he called on some of the remaining qi, got up suddenly, retreated backwards, and immediately saw a sword light that was faster than the grandmaster's body method, and even whether he really saw the sword light, or the unwilling illusion in his mind before he died, he couldn't tell it.

Within a stone's throw away, the enemy country is overwhelmed.

The sword light immediately converged.

The girl looked at An Zhaofeng, who was unwilling to cover his throat, blood was gushing out from the latter's fingers, and she smiled very happily, and then stepped forward and whispered in his ear:

"Only I can kill her, and if you attack her, you will die."

"And then, I'm not a little girl."

The last sentence is unchanged, but it overpowers the delicate flavor of Wu Nong's soft words, obviously a teenager.

An Zhaofeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the infinite anger and regret in his heart rose, and he rolled over and over, and he was extremely unwilling, thinking that if Fang Cai could not be paralyzed and shoot directly, would the ending be different?

In addition, I can't believe that there is still someone in the world who can assassinate such a soldier like himself at such a close distance?!

Yes, assassination.

Other than that, he didn't know how to describe the sword.

Such thoughts tumbled endlessly, but they were drowned out by the instinctive judgment of the warrior, and the result was that whether they were vigilant or not, when the distance between the two was within a foot, he was almost certain to die.

An Zhaofeng laughed miserably, failed to make a sound, dodged I don't know how many open guns and arrows, escaped the siege and killing of famous arrests and warriors who had the same grandmaster's methods, but fell in such a remote place and died in two poems.

How willingly?

How can you be willing?!

Death is not blinding......

The faster the blood gushed out, An Zhaofeng's eyes gradually lost their brightness, and finally a trace of residual thoughts surfaced.

I came out on this trip, and I was extremely secretive, where did I ever kill any woman?

Recently, he only attacked the young man......

Even if he was against the young man, he still suffered a loss, but he couldn't scratch his skin.

The last consciousness died out in an instant, and the young man took out the white silk from his bosom, and with a gentle movement, wiped the blood from the short sword.

Immediately, the five fingers were slightly opened.

The white silk fell and covered An Zhaofeng's face.

PS: Today's second update is presented......

This chapter is sufficient, 3,800 words......