In the shocked gaze of Feng Zhuhua, Zhao Hang ignored the dozens of exploding sword lights, and blasted straight in, the sword light slashed and pierced into Zhao Hang's body, blood splashed, and instantly dyed his body red. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword light that was enough to kill people was like nothing in Zhao Hang's eyes. The sharp pain of the sword light breaking body seemed to be like tickling, and it had no effect.

Taking a closer look, Zhao Hang was not completely ignoring the dozens of sword lights. Instead, the body moves in a small area, dodging lethal attacks, and ignoring other attacks that don't hurt your life.

Feng Zhuhua couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, what a tenacious will, what a perverted monster this is. In order to kill the enemy, he even disregarded his own life.

You must know that if there is a slight deviation in the movement, the sword qi may go straight to the heart and pierce the heart.

In a shocked state, Zhao Hang had already arrived in front of him.

The wind drew a sword and stabbed at Zhao Hang.

Zhao Hang opened his hand, and the sword easily penetrated the palm of his hand, touching the bones of his hand, emitting a tooth-aching pain. Blood stained the sword red, falling from its tip. Grasp the hilt firmly with the palm of your hand.

"Got it. ”

Zhao Hang grinned.

"What?!"

Feng Zhuhua's face changed drastically, he had never seen someone fighting so hard. Completely ignoring his injuries, he is completely fighting for his life.

The fist gradually grew larger in the eyes of the wind and the painting. With a bang, he slammed his fist into Feng Zhuhua's handsome face. A lot of teeth fell out, his nose collapsed, and the astonishing force distorted all of Feng Zhuhua's faces, and even killed Feng Zhuhua with one punch.

"Heh......"

Zhao Hang spit out a breath, broke a mouthful, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Grabbing the hilt of the sword, he slowly pulled the sword out of his palm, blood gushing out, and his eyebrows did not wrinkle.

Zhao Hang has experienced many battles of life and death, especially the battle with the great master of Qisha Village. He also used the tactic of fighting for his life with injuries, and exchanged the injury of his shoulder for the life of Xing Yingming.

The battle of the warriors is just momentum.

Indomitable and courageous. Even if the sword is added and the water and fire invade, it will never take a step back. In the battle of life and death, only by leaving behind terror and fear can we win the final victory.

"Who?!"

Zhao Hang suddenly shouted angrily, and turned his head to look at a big tree not far away.

"Get the hell out of here. ”

"Zhao Hang, it's me. ”

Behind the tree, a familiar figure walked out.

"Lin Yinfeng?" Zhao Hang was slightly stunned, "Why are you here?"

Lin Yinfeng, a disciple of the Great Martial Sect. At the beginning, Zhao Hang saved the three people of the Dawumen in the hands of the flower thief, and one of them was Lin Yinfeng.

"It was the master who asked me to come to you. ”

Lin Yinfeng looked at the bloody body in horror, his clothes were torn, revealing terrible sword marks, and the blood did not stop flowing out.

"Zhao Hang, are you okay? ”

"It's fine. Zhao Hang smiled indifferently, "It's just a small injury, you can't die." ”

"Is this still a minor injury?!"

Lin Yinfeng understood that if he was hit by so many swords, he would definitely die. What kind of monster is Zhao Hang, he can still talk and laugh freely when he is so seriously injured.

Zhao Hang thought for a while and said, "Yin Feng, do you have any gold sore medicine on you, mine has been used up." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Lin Yinfeng hurriedly took out the gold sore medicine from his arms.

Zhao Hang raised his left hand and said, "The injury on my hand is a bit serious, and I may not be able to deal with it myself, please help me deal with the wound." Also, can you pull his clothes off for me? ”

Lin Yinfeng glanced at the corpse painted by Feng Zhu, nodded, and began to help Zhao Hang deal with his wounds.

An hour later.

Lin Yinfeng finished treating the wounds on Zhao Hang's body, and all the gold sore medicines for emergency use were used. Some wounds can only be simply bandaged with strips of cloth, which can be considered treated.

At this moment, Zhao Hang was wearing the clothes of the wind chasing paintings, leaning against the trunk of the tree, sitting and resting. Lin Yinfeng stood beside Zhao Hang, silent.

"Wind. Zhao Hang suddenly spoke, "What did Master Chu ask you to come to me for?"

Lin Yinfeng came back to his senses and said, "Master asked me to bring you a word." ”

"What?"

"Messy knife door, loud. Lin Yinfeng scratched his head and said with a puzzled expression, "I said it according to the master's original words, and I don't know what it means, why did he mention Hong Liang?"

"Messy Knife Gate!" Zhao Hang muttered a few times, then looked at Lin Yinfeng, and said with a smile, "Thank you Master Chu for me, I understand what he said." Also, there should be a lot of good things on that Fengchai painting, you can look for it. ”

"Okay. ”

Lin Yinfeng searched out a book of swordsmanship "Chasing the Wind Swordsmanship" on Feng Zhuhua's body, as well as a stack of silver tickets and some broken silver. All that remains is the sword that is still sharpened as clay.

"Keep this cheat, the silver ticket, and the sword, even if it's your reward for bandaging my wounds. Zhao Hangdao.

Lin Yinfeng was shocked when he heard this, and said, "Won't this be too valuable?" ”

Zhao Hang smiled: "My life is worth more than these things." Yunlan Mountain is now a place of right and wrong, you go back quickly. Also, I hope you don't mention it to Yiyu about my injury. ”

Lin Yinfeng nodded heavily and said, "I understand." Zhao Hang, you are careful, I will leave first. ”

"Take care. ”

Looking at Lin Yinfeng's departure, Zhao Hang's face gradually sank, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, red as blood.

"Messy knife door, loud. ”

Zhao Hang stood up and looked in the direction of Canglin County.

After the sub-hour.

Thousands of waits were extinguished one after another, and only a few places in the lively Canglin County remained bright, and the rest of the places gradually quieted down.

"It's dry, watch out for candles. ”

The watchman wore thick cotton clothes and braved the cold wind. Carrying a lantern, the light of the fire in the lantern flickered, illuminating the light in front of him. Rubbing his hands, he raised his head to look at the tall building on the side, and sighed softly.

"It's a good mess of knives, and it's just gone. ”

As a watchman, it can be said that he is a person at the bottom of society. A behemoth like the Randaomen doesn't have much impact on his life, but it can be used as capital to talk about.

"Huh?"

The watchman rubbed his eyes and stared at the white wall in front of him.

"Could it be that I saw it wrong? There is obviously a shadow passing by? Is it a ghost?!"

The watchman shrank his head, looked around in fear, pulled his cotton coat tight, and walked away quickly.

Inside the Randao Gate, one room was lit with candles, and the rest of the place was lonely, revealing a desolate and decadent scene.

Since the death of Xie Qiyu, the head of the Chaotic Knife Gate, and Xie Bing, the son of the leader, the Chaotic Knife Gate has been torn apart, and the Sect Elders have packed up and left the Chaotic Knife Sect. The disciples were also afraid of offending Zhao Hang, so they left one after another, and there were less than twenty people left, which was too different from the heyday of the Chaotic Dao Gate

The red-orange candle flame reflected a simple face, and Hong Liang held a book and looked at it.

The door slammed and opened.

Hong Liang raised his head and said with a natural expression: "You are here." ”