Lin Xiaofei retracted his thoughts, stepped forward and grabbed the leader's neck, lifted it up, turned around and shouted at the person who was fighting on the other side: "Your leader has killed me, if you don't want to die, get out!"

The people who were chasing and killing over there all showed shocked expressions on their faces, and then they scattered in a hurry and fled in all directions. In the blink of an eye, they all disappeared into the woods under the darkness of the night.

Lin Xiaofei threw the leader's body aside and walked towards Song Zifeng and the others. Song Zifeng glanced at the remaining four black-clothed guards and asked coldly, "How are you guys?"

"You can't die from this injury. The leader of the black-clothed guard bared his teeth in response, then looked at Song Zifeng in surprise and asked, "May I ask if you are a disciple of our Shenbo Mansion?"

Song Zifeng glanced at the four of them, turned his head, and pouted: "No!"

"Impossible, the 'Imperial Yuan Divine Fire Technique' that you just used is obviously only a disciple of the Shenbo Mansion who can cultivate!" another black-clothed guard shouted urgently.

Song Zifeng turned his head, looked at a few people lightly, and suddenly smiled: "What's the matter?

The leader of the black-clothed guard hurriedly glared at the black-clothed guard who had just grabbed the conversation, and then said with a straight face: "My lord, our Shenbo Mansion was attacked by the Qingyang Sect. The second lady ordered us to break out in small teams. ”

Song Zifeng glanced at a long box that another black-clothed guard was holding in his arms, and couldn't help but smile: "It's to let you attract the enemy's attack, right, I think this thing you are carrying is also fake, right?"

The leader of the black-clothed guard looked slightly general, and then said awe-inspiringly: "The black-clothed guard swears allegiance to the Shenbo Mansion, can die for the glory of the Shenbo Mansion, die without regrets, and have no regrets!"

Song Zifeng sneered and said with a smile: "The glory of bullshit, if the little life is gone, what is the use of the great glory?"

Several black-clothed guards, their faces changed again. The leader seemed to have something to say, Song Zifeng waved his hand and asked, "How many people has the Qingyang Sect sent?"

Hearing Song Zifeng's address to the two young ladies of the inner family, the leader was shocked, and hurriedly thought about which young master there was in the inner family, but after thinking about it, he didn't think about it, so he hurriedly replied:

"The Qingyang Sect has about two hundred people, led by a hall master, plus hundreds of mercenaries. The second and third misses could only barely resist. ”

"Will they be in danger?" Song Zifeng asked again.

The leader of the black-clothed guard was slightly stunned, and said, "This, this, the situation is indeed a little bad." Saying that, he hurriedly raised his head and glanced at Lin Xiaofei, who had already walked to him, then looked at Song Zifeng, and hurriedly said, "My lord, if you and your friends go to help, you will definitely be able to relieve the pressure on the second young lady." ”

"Sister Ziqi and Sister Zixuan can't handle it, what can I do. Song Zifeng returned to the campfire after saying a word and continued to barbecue the game. Several black-clothed guards also followed around the bonfire, but they stared at Song Zifeng and Lin Xiaofei without speaking.

"Hey, what are you still doing here, what are you going to do!" Song Zifeng said as he glared at a few black-clothed guards.

The black-clothed guard's leader's face changed, and he suddenly got up, "That's right, although we have completed the task of attracting some enemies, the second and third young ladies are still trapped, and we must rush back." ”

As he spoke, he was about to turn around and leave, but it was probably because he had been injured a lot before, and as soon as he took a step, his body was crooked, and if it weren't for the quick eyes of the black-clothed guard next to him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Lin Xiaofei glanced at several black-clothed guards and said to Song Zifeng, "I don't know what happened to you and your family. However, that day in Black Rock City, I heard the mercenary hired by the Qingyang Sect say that the Qingyang Sect hired them to snatch a weapon, and I think they had already planned it. ”

Lin Xiaofei paused and continued, "I think your two cousins may really be in trouble. ”

Hearing the word "cousin", the leader of the black-clothed guard was slightly stunned, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly exclaimed: "You are Young Master Zifeng!" Song Zifeng glanced at him lightly and did not answer.

Seeing that Song Zifeng didn't refute, the leader of the black-clothed guard was surprised and delighted, "Young Master Zifeng, where have you been in the past few years, the family said that you ran away from home." We ......"

"Hmph, run away from home!" Song Zifeng's face suddenly pulled and he snorted coldly. The black-clothed guard also seemed to know what to write, and closed his mouth very knowingly. However, he set his eyes on Lin Xiaofei, with a request in his eyes.

Lin Xiaofei nodded slightly, and said to Song Zifeng: "Are you really not going to help? Then let's set off now now and continue on our way." As soon as he had finished speaking, he untied his horse from a tree beside him and jumped on his back.

The leader of the black-clothed guards couldn't help but be stunned, but Song Zifeng suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, we,"

Seeing the hesitation on Song Zifeng's face, Lin Xiaofei couldn't help but smile, turned the horse's head, and said, "Fatty, don't ink." He said this and asked the leader of the black guards, "Where are they now?"

The leader of the black-clothed guard looked happy, and hurriedly pointed to the direction they were running in before, and said, "Along this direction, about an hour's journey. There's a valley hollow there. ”

Lin Xiaofei went to that place, and he and Song Zifeng passed by there during the day, where the terrain was concave and there were low mountains on both sides, which was indeed a good ambush place.

"Damn, fatty, hurry up and get on the horse!" Lin Xiaofei shouted at Song Zifeng, who was still a little hesitant on his face. Then, without waiting for him to answer, he shook the reins and rode out.

Song Zifeng's face turned pale, his hesitation receded, he also untied the reins, jumped on the horse, and said to the black-clothed guard: "Stay here, but don't steal my roast chicken, we will be back soon." So saying, he turned his horse's head, shook the reins, and rode out.

An hour later, Lin Xiaofei and the two returned to the valley they had passed during the day.

The two tethered their horses to the woods at a distance, and then walked forward to the slopes near the valley. Looking inward, the entire valley was brightly lit, and there was a carriage in the central area, which was Song Zixuan's white horse brocade carriage, with a circle of black-clothed guards on the periphery, and then a circle of black-clothed guards outward, with a total of nearly forty or fifty black-clothed guards.

And a few zhang away is a four-layer warrior inside and out, who should be the people of Qingyang Sect, and those scattered mercenaries are scattered around, like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity.

"Song Ziqi, you still have an hour and a half to think about, as long as you hand over the Mixed Yuan Xingchen Bow, I will let you go. On top of a tall horse on the outermost part, a middle-aged man shouted loudly to the woman in Tsing Yi standing on a tall horse in front of the carriage in the encirclement.

Song Ziqi looked at the middle-aged man coldly, his face was like frost, and he said coldly: "Zhou Leshan, I have heard of the good 'reputation' of your Qingyang Sect for a long time, but when I saw it today, it was even better. However, it is not so easy for you to snatch the Mixed Yuan Star Bow. ”

Song Ziqi's tone was sarcastic at first, and then cold and resolute.

Zhou Leshan snorted coldly, with a smile on his face, and said, "Becoming a king and defeating a villain." ”

He waved his hand again and shouted: "Notify down, start attacking in an hour, shoot and kill!"

Song Ziqi's face was even colder, and the breath from his nose seemed to condense into ice in an instant, but it was instantly evaporated by a faint layer of fiery red halo on the surface of his body.