In the midst of a dense forest, Zhang Fang carefully hid in the depths of a large tree with branches in the sky, nervously watching seven pitch-black figures pass under his feet. Those seven people were all famous sword masters in the rivers and lakes, and for some reason, they all joined the notorious Qingfeng Hall one after another and became the gold medal killers in the hall. Because Zhang Fang is the most outstanding wind media on the rivers and lakes, he has a wide range of contacts and recognizes several of them. They turned out to be the children of the Lei family in the Perak Hall in Jiangnan and the Situ family in Sichuan and Shaanxi, which are famous for their horse herding skills. Why did they join Qingfeng Hall?

Zhang Fang didn't have time to think about these problems, and now what he was most concerned about was to sneak back to the Renyi Hall in Jiangdu City early and report to the masters of the roads who were planning to clear the Qingfeng Hall. He already knew that the head rudder of Qingfeng Hall was on Junshan Island in Dongting Lake. And now, he is being hunted down by the seven gold medal killers of Qingfeng Hall, and the situation is extremely critical.

"That's not right! Why were they so careless, this tree was so much taller than the others, and there were countless places to hide, why did they just leave without looking?" In Zhang Fang's mind, this thought flashed like a flint, and he immediately shrugged up, and his body was as light as a swallow on a willow tree less than two feet away from the big tree. Just when he had just stood firm and hid himself among the willow branches, seven lightning-like sword lights slashed through the air from seven different angles, hitting the big tree two zhang away at the same time, and between the sword qi, the branches and leaves of the entire tree flew down one after another, becoming a bald monster tree.

"Not really!" A middle-aged black-clothed swordsman in the lead said in a deep voice.

"Brother Situ, what do you think?" Another emaciated swordsman with a mournful voice like a night owl asked.

"This person has already gone far before he thinks about it. He spied everything on Junshan Island, and he would definitely rush back to Jiangdu City as soon as possible. This place is not less than 200 miles away from the river, and only the fastest boat ride. We immediately rushed to the ferry to inquire, and then flew the pigeon to send a message to Li Yang's rudder, and asked them to send a speedboat to chase after him, and it would be difficult for the man to fly with wings." The middle-aged swordsman surnamed Situ said in a deep voice.

"That's a good idea!" The wizened swordsman nodded in response.

The seven exhaled at the same time, and disappeared as if they had melted into the night.

Zhang Fang saw these seven people walking away, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing. He spread out a piece of white rice paper on the palm of his hand, and carefully wrote the four words Junshan Island with charcoal, and felt a burst of joy in his heart: "Send this precious news to Jiangdu, and I will become the world's leading media, not only with a considerable honorarium, but also with a reputation. Because, hehe, the biggest killer group in the world is in my hands." Zhang Fang smirked and carefully tucked the note close to his body. At that moment, a chill came from behind him.

"Not good!" Zhang Fang hurriedly carried light work, and flew down the tree like an electric arrow. Two serpent-like sword lights closely followed his figure. "Good boy, I knew you were here." The black-clothed middle-aged swordsman said with a sneer. The thin swordsman sneered, and with a shake of his hand, seven sword lights scattered down. Zhang Fang couldn't dodge, and was hit by a sword in the back, and blood suddenly appeared.

"Help!" Zhang Fang knew that the traces had been revealed, so he shouted loudly, and at the same time worked hard to speed up his speed. Five bright sword lights appeared beside him, Zhang Fang couldn't see the direction of the sword at all, so he had to bow his body, and with five swords in a row, he rushed out of the encirclement covered in blood and flew away from the woods.

"Where to go!" Seven Qingfengtang gold medal killers chased after them. However, the reason why Zhang Fang is one of the world's leading media is because of his amazing light body kung fu. When it comes to the ability to run with his feet, there are few people who can compare to him. Otherwise, how accurate the seven gold medal masters were in their swords, and how could they let him hit six swords in a row without dying.

But now Zhang Fang has six sword wounds on his body, blood has been flowing for a long time, and the severe blood loss has left only seventy percent of his light body kung fu strength. After running for less than five miles, as soon as he stepped out of the woods, he was already chased by a middle-aged black-clothed swordsman.

"Look!" The middle-aged swordsman roared, the long sword shook, and a firework-like sword light swept obliquely, passing through Zhang Fang's throat like lightning. Although Zhang Fang barely flashed his body, he did not escape this soul-chasing sword after all.

Zhang Fang felt a salty throat, and then he seemed to hear a faint whistle blowing the bamboo tube. His vision blurred, and he could see javelin-like blood spurting from his throat. He knelt on the ground weakly, holding the ground with his right hand with difficulty, while his left hand reached into his arms, holding tightly the note he had just written, which was related to thousands of lives in the rivers and lakes.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A clear and heroic voice suddenly came. Everyone's movements were frozen by the question.

This person is equipped with an unsheathed Qiushui long knife on his waist, holding a mandarin duck short knife in his hand, and a piece of fragrant rabbit meat is inserted in the head of the knife, which is Peng Wuwang.

It turned out that Peng Wuwang and his entourage were really bored by the Dongting Lake fisherman, so they quietly left Baling County and rode along the Yangtze River. Peng Wuwang completed the major events of the Nian Gang, rescued his senior brother Red Sky Hero, fulfilled his promise, and was in a relaxed mood, just taking this opportunity to relax and play, and reverted to the juvenile mentality of two years ago. The reunion of the Hong father and daughter after a long absence, has been infinitely happy, and the Niangang complex that has been in my heart for 20 years has been resolved, and it is even more relaxed. And the person who is deeply attached to Hong Sixue in her heart is talking and laughing near her, and she is even more happy, she only feels that every scenery is wonderful, and she only hopes that this road will never end. The man in white under Zheng Juechen, although the master ran away, still strictly adhered to the master's orders, guarded Hong Sixue's father and daughter, and protected their integrity.

On this day, they camped in the woods, set up seven or eight bonfires, and roasted all kinds of game they had hunted. Peng Wuwang showed off his skills, and smoked each game with all kinds of aromatic herbs he found and the oil and salt sauce he carried with him, only to make everyone hungry. I only took pity on the beasts in the forest, and when I met these characters in the rivers and lakes with a great appetite, I suffered countless deaths and injuries. Just when everyone was eating, a miserable cry for help suddenly came.

Peng Wuwang immediately rushed towards the place where the sound started, and he didn't even put down the barbecue in his hand. Hong Sixue and more than a dozen men in white followed.

Seeing Zhang Fang fall to the ground with blood spurting from his throat, Peng Wuwang couldn't help but feel sad when he knew that he was a step too late, he looked at the seven black-clothed people in front of him intently, and suddenly said, "You are from Qingfeng Hall?"

The thin swordsman grinned wickedly and smiled, "Good boy, don't think about leaving if you know it's us."

Peng Wuwang said angrily: "Okay, I was about to find your bad luck in Qingfeng Hall, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door, so you will have no return today."

"Boy, what a big breath!" A tall, thin, long-legged black-clothed man shouted angrily, and the four-foot-eight-inch-long long sword rolled up a rotten silver light curtain and covered the seven big holes around Peng Wuwang's body.

Peng Wuwang was shocked when he saw his move, it turned out that this man in black had superb swordsmanship, and he was several times stronger than the assassin he had encountered before. If you want to defeat him cleanly, you need at least dozens of complicated grappling. He squinted at Zhang Fang, who was lying on the ground. He was not dead yet, struggling in pain on the ground, eyes looking at him pleadingly, as if he had much to say to him.

Peng Wuwang had an understanding in his heart, and he had a plan in a blink of an eye.

It was too late, it was too late, and the long-legged black-clothed man's long sword had already reached Peng's hopeless collarbone. Peng Wuwang flashed suddenly, and the long sword pierced his shoulder, and blood burst out.

"I see!" The long-legged black-clothed man's heart widened, and he thought to himself, "I thought it was some kind of piercing character." He withdrew his long sword, flicked his wrist, and slashed Peng Hopeless's throat with his backhand. This sword posture is chic and concise, and it is a rare masterpiece of swordsmanship. But he made a fatal mistake of underestimating the enemy, thinking that Peng Wuwang was just an ordinary martial arts charlatan, and did not converge the flaws in the ribs when he was in the sword.

In the eyes of Peng Wuwang's peerless method, the flaws in the long-legged black-clothed man's swordsmanship were like a vault with a wide open door, and all the gold, silver, and jewelry could be taken as desired. He grinned, his left hand reached into his waist, shook his hand and withdrew the Qiushui long knife, and slashed at his ribs along the sword style of the long-legged black-clothed man.

The long-legged black-clothed guest couldn't help but scream in panic when he saw that the flaw in his sword style was caught by the enemy, and he couldn't respond in time. I saw that the sword light like the scorching sun cleanly cut off his right hand holding the sword, and then swept his throat, and a stream of blood spurted out wildly, scattering all over the sky. The strength of the long-legged black-clothed man seemed to have been drained by this knife, like a punctured sandbag, spread on the ground like mud. Peng's experience in dealing with group battles can be said to be rare in the world, and the timing has reached the realm. Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black was about to fall and all the men in black were stunned, he bit the barbecue meat on the mandarin duck knife, shook his right hand, and the knife technique from his hand was like a thunderbolt, squirting out. The closest to the man in black who had fallen to the ground was a short, stocky swordsman in black. Peng Wuwang's hand-leaving knife technique was aimed at him, and the snow-bright mandarin duck knife bypassed the long-legged corpse of the long-legged man under the traction of the dragon's true qi, and came to the face of the short and fat swordsman like lightning.

The four-foot double sword in the hand of the short and fat swordsman hurriedly didn't have time to resist, and passed away from the hand knife, circled around a graceful arc, and came to the neck of the middle-aged black-clothed swordsman.

This kind of magical sword technique shocked all the black-clothed guests in an instant, including the middle-aged swordsman who was hidden as the leader. In the moment of dazzleness, he showed profound skill and quick wit. The sword was handed over to the left hand, and behind the oblique back arm, he stepped on the seven-star step upside down, and blocked his arm, and there was a loud bang on the ground, and the knife was forced out by him. Just when he was secretly rejoicing, Peng Wuwang stuck the Qiushui long knife on the ground, probed with his left hand, and the second mandarin duck knife fell into his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the snow bright knife light was already close at hand.

Although the middle-aged swordsman was not shocked, he took a step backwards, crossed the sword in his left hand, firmly guarded the middle three roads, and probed with his right hand, and actually wanted to grab the mandarin duck knife that came in the air with his bare hands. To everyone's surprise, he successfully caught Peng Wuhope's hand-leaving knife in his hand. Although his personality is deep and steady, at this moment, the enemy's most surprising stunt has been broken by his bare hands, and it is obviously powerless, which is a golden opportunity for a counterattack. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, as soon as the long sword was raised, he was about to storm the unarmed Peng Wuwang with wind and rain.

Suddenly, he noticed that his colleagues around him were staring at him with shocked and frightened eyes. "What's wrong?" He looked down and saw a long knife as bright as Qiuhong inserted into his lower abdomen. A sharp cramp came suddenly.

It turned out that Peng Wuwang deliberately withdrew the dragon capture true qi that was put on the mandarin duck knife, and the hand-leaving knife that he had lost was of course easily caught by the middle-aged swordsman. It was at the moment when he was distracted that Peng Wuwang kicked the back of the Qiushui long knife inserted in the ground. The long knife of Qiushui swirled, and thunder and lightning slammed on the middle-aged swordsman's lower abdomen, taking his life.

The middle-aged swordsman fell to the ground in a daze, convulsive. He saw Zhang Fang, who was also struggling on the ground, casting a happy glance at him. His heart tightened, he screamed miserably, vomited blood and died.

Peng Wuwang stretched out his hands, and two strands of dragon true qi spurted out like straws, and the two knives of the mandarin duck shook at the same time, flying into the air, and returned to his hands as if they had eyes.

Peng Wuwang killed the three gold medal killers of Qingfeng Hall's mighty rivers and lakes one after another in less than ten breaths, and his majesty was unmatched for a while, and he immediately suppressed the four killers who wanted to join forces to attack the enemy.

"Is this a hand-leaving knife? Are you Peng Wuhope?" The wizened swordsman said suddenly.

Peng Wuwang grinned, stuck the barbecue in his mouth back into the knife, and said, "Yes, you know the goods."

"It's impossible, you've been pierced through the heart by Elder Ning's sword, how can you come back to life again." The wizened swordsman said in a trembling voice.

"Hey, Peng's life is hard, and he can't die." Peng Wuwang sneered. He looked at the four killers who were almost huddled in a group, and said, "I won't kill you today, let you bring a message to the Qingfeng Hall Master. Peng still has a life, and sooner or later he will come to learn his wisdom."

The four black-clothed killers were only right, secretly glad that they had a way to live.

Seeing the four people gradually retreating, Peng Wuwang said again: "By the way, greet Lu Zaiyuan and Ning Sheyue for me, just say that I am worried about them very much, and I just want to get together with them again." After saying that, Yang Tian snorted and ignored them again.

These four killers were completely intimidated by Peng's hopeless and invincible momentum, and they didn't have the courage to reply at all, but just spread out their methods and quickly escaped from this terrifying forest that made them nightmares every night. In their hearts, they also secretly pinched a cold sweat for Lu Zaiyuan and Ning Sheyue, the feeling of being thought about day and night by such a terrifying opponent was by no means so easy to bear.

Seeing the four killers disappear outside the jungle, Peng Wuwang hurriedly rushed to Zhang Fang's side. What is surprising is that Zhang Fang's sword wound was above his throat and passed through his neck, which should have been killed a long time ago, but he still insisted on not closing his eyes and dying. Looking at his convulsive face, Peng Wuwang felt a burst of admiration, and said in a deep voice, "Brother, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Zhang Fang was speechless, he trembled and stretched out his left hand, handing a sweaty note to Peng Wuwang's hand. Peng Wuwang clutched the note tightly and said, "Okay, what else?" Zhang Fang smiled weakly, raised his right hand with all his might, pointed at himself, and opened his mouth to gesture, wanting to say something.

Peng Wuwang stared at the shape of his mouth attentively, laboriously guessing, "You want to say, I...... Call...... Sheet...... Fang, your name is Zhang Fang, isn't it?" Zhang Fang had a bright smile on his face, nodded vigorously, and his eyes gradually drifted away.

The illustrious name of the mighty rivers and lakes, the unruly years of fresh clothes and angry horses, the chic and romantic white clothes with swords, and the happy days of cooking wine and singing will be left for the next life. Zhang Fang's eyes were gradually blurred by a mist and gradually dimmed, and a cool tear slowly slipped down his eyes.