"Master? Who is your Master? ”

The man didn't look back, and said coldly.

"I ......"

The cold voice reached the ears of the woman of her age, and she was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to speak, she buried her head very low, tears rolling in her eyes.

Memories pull back months ago.

At the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, the Poison Sect is coming.

The allies, the Fire Cloud Sect and the Iron Sword Sect, suddenly turned against each other.

The tens of thousands of disciples of the Sword Sect gradually dwindled during the battle.

For a time, the tide of the battle took a sharp turn for the worse.

Just when everyone else was desperately fighting for the survival of the sect, she chose to go retrograde.

She resolutely abandoned thousands of brothers, sisters and sisters, and fled the scene alone.

Finally, the battle ended.

She became one of the only four surviving disciples of the Sword Sect.

The other three are Xiang Cao, Sun Liuli and Zheng Xiao.

However, she has a reputation as a deserter.

At this moment, she felt remorse in her heart, looked at the back with teary eyes, and couldn't cry: "Yes...... I'm sorry, teacher...... Father, right...... No...... Rise. I...... I'm damn ......"

In the open environment, only the voice of her crying and confession could be heard.

This person was Zhang Mei who knelt outside the gate of Sword Sect that day, begging for forgiveness.

The master in her mouth is Murong Feng.

"There is only one life, no one wants to die, I understand, and they can understand."

Murong Feng slowly turned around, looked at Zhang Mei, who was crying into tears, frowned, and said indifferently: "Besides, you haven't been sorry for anyone, from the moment you escaped from the Sword Sect, I am no longer your master, and you are no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect." ”

"Master, I'm ......"

When Zhang Mei heard this, she cried even more sadly.

"Alright, you don't have to say any more."

Murong Feng turned a blind eye, threw out an antidote pill, and said coldly: "This is not the place you should come, if you want to survive, get out of here, next time I may not necessarily make a move." ”

For traitors, it is already the greatest tolerance for her to shoot once.

He didn't ask why Zhang Mei was here, and he wasn't interested in knowing why she was here.

"I ......"

"Needless to say, don't get out, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Mei knew that it was useless to say more at this moment, so she took the antidote pill, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Murong Feng.

Then, she took out a blood-red dagger from the storage ring, handed it to Murong Feng, and said, "This is what I found in the canyon a hundred miles ahead, I hope it will help you." ”

The moment the dagger appeared, a strong smell of blood and a vicious aura permeated, which made people feel terrified.

"She dared to bring such a fierce thing with her, she was so bold!"

The corners of Murong Feng's eyes jumped, and he didn't reach out to take it, but used the corner of his eye to glance at the dagger, and immediately noticed its difference.

The dagger was unremarkable, and the aura emanating from it was quite terrifying.

The owner who owns it is naturally unusual.

"It seems that Master is really angry."

Zhang Mei smiled self-deprecatingly, put the dagger on the ground, slowly stood up, and walked slowly in the direction of Nan Lingguo.

One step at a time, three times back.

It seemed to be waiting for the master to call her, or to see if the dagger on the ground had been picked up.

In the end, Murong Feng still didn't react.

Wait for Zhang Mei to go away.

Murong Feng collected the bodies of the fat man and the lewd man.

He was going to use these two corpses as young children to test the mysterious corpse-collecting forces to see if they would come to collect the corpses.

After doing this, he came to the dagger, picked it up, and observed it carefully. The dagger is blood-red throughout, and between the red and blood, there are faint thin lines, which look messy, but give people a sense of order in chaos.

"Could it be something left over from the Divine Fire Sect?"

Murong Feng frowned and looked ahead, thought for a moment, and then walked forward in the sky, running in the direction that Zhang Mei said.

A hundred miles, not too far.

According to Murong Feng's current speed, it can be reached in ten minutes.

To be on the safe side, he didn't rush with all his might, but observed his surroundings as he walked.

He found that the further he went into the depths of the Northern Spirit Kingdom, the more desolate the environment became, and the ruins could be seen everywhere here compared to the border between the two countries.

It flew for about a dozen miles.

A ruin appeared.

From the broken bricks and broken tiles that had collapsed into ruins, Murong Feng could vaguely see how prosperous the original town was.

Today, the desert is even more suffocating than the Gobi Desert.

Get out of here and move on.

The trees and flowers along the way are all dead, as if they have experienced decades of drought, and if there is a little spark, I am afraid that it will burn.

It was about fifty miles away.

In the line of sight, two black dots appeared.

As the line of sight pulls in, there are two mountains.

Murong Feng stopped and looked up, and a thin layer of red mist was permeated on the two mountains, looming.

Vaguely, he saw a sinister aura at the top of the mountain, somewhat similar to the dagger.

Turn on the radar sensing of the world, and there is no abnormality.

He continued to move cautiously, much slower than before, and at the same time, he held a skill card in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Upon approaching, you will see a long and narrow canyon between the two mountains.

"That's where she picked up the dagger."

The distance and the situation match, it is not difficult to guess.

He had just entered the canyon.

While! While! ……

Suddenly, there was the sound of weapons clashing.

Faintly, there were bursts of shouts of killing.

The distance is three or five miles away.

"Could it be someone from the Divine Fire Sect?"

Murong Feng secretly guessed.

With a guess, he restrained his breath.

A flash of golden light flashed under his feet.

In the next second, it appeared three or five miles away.

He lay on the hillside, his eyes looking into the distance.

There, there are three figures.

I couldn't see the face clearly, but the conversation was clear.

"Phew! Even with your bunch of miscellaneous hairs, you also want me to surrender, don't think about it! Ba Qiu vomited blood, and would rather die than give in.

His clothes were in tatters, and blood was still oozing from the outside.

"Truly."

The gray-robed man smiled strangely and said, "It doesn't matter if you surrender or not, we only need your corpse and a wisp of soul!" ”

The gray-robed man's words made Ba Zhongqiu's heart sink.

At first, he thought it was for the treasure, but he didn't expect it. They were interested in his body and soul.

You can only fight to the death.

Kill one without losing money, kill two and earn one!

"Hey, hey, protector, leave this guy to me." Next to the gray-robed man, an ugly-looking middle-aged man is human.

"Okay! Don't kill it all at once. ”

"Okay."

With the approval of the Dharma Protector, the ugly middle-aged man showed a weird smile.

grinning teeth, he walked towards Ba Zhongqiu.

He pulled out his sickle-like weapon, stretched out his tongue and licked the knife, and said in a strange manner: "My knife, I haven't drunk blood for a long time, you are very lucky." ”

Fortunate?

God is so lucky!

Ba Zhongqiu was powerless to complain, clenched the golden whip in his hand, and his eyes crossed a touch of determination.

The ugly middle-aged man laughed strangely, his figure flickered, and disappeared in place.

In the next second, he appeared on the left side of Ba Zhongqiu like a ghost, and kicked out with a whip.

Boom!

Ba Zhongqiu, who didn't have time to dodge, was kicked away.

Shout!

The ugly middle-aged man's body burst out like an arrow, and the sickle in his hand was raised high, slashing towards Ba Zhongqiu, who flew out upside down.

The blood-red qi covered the sickle, and a terrifying aura enveloped Ba Zhongqiu's whole body, making his whole body stiff as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"It's them!"

Hearing the conversation of several people, Murong Feng was suddenly startled.