In that battle, blood filled the sky and the earth.

Zang Shuyun used the last trace of spiritual power, and in order to avoid the loss of the family as much as possible, he tried to lead his opponent to the opposite mountain.

Two swords, which accompanied him from childhood to adulthood, were gifts from his grandfather to celebrate his birth. Powerful weapons, sophisticated runes, and his genius strive to bloom the brightest brilliance of his life on the cliff.

That sword was terrible.

It is beyond Zang Shuyun's knowledge of a sword, it is a living creature, the blade is like a shark's tooth, and it can crush all targets.

In the hands of the black cloak, the shark tooth sword continued to burst out with cold light, and finally drowned Zang Shuyun.

Laugh at!

The rain of blood fell with a small sound, knocking on the token's arm, and falling to the ground in the rain of blood.

The severe pain made Zang Shuyun's face as white as paper, his broken arm neat, and his blood flowed like a spring.

When!

A thin sword fell to the ground, like a fish that had accidentally jumped ashore, stubbornly cocking its head and tail, struggling like its owner.

"My name is Xiang Donglai, and you died because you knew Lin Feng." The black cloak gave him a cold look.

Zang Shuyun staggered, his other hand covering his broken arm, barely boosting his spiritual power, and swallowing the sweet blood in his throat.

He smiled: "I only died because I wanted to die, and no one could let me die except myself." I know Lin Feng, and I am the greatest luck in my life! What bullshit to the east, the name is ugly to death. I suggest you change one, how about calling it a journey to the west? “

He laughed maniacally, his white teeth filled with red blood.

Zang Shuyun glanced in the direction of his home in the distance, kicked his feet suddenly, his body was like duckweed, he fell off the cliff, floated in the sea of inky clouds, and was soon engulfed by the night.

He knew that he was definitely not an opponent to the east, and it was better to kill himself than to die at the hands of his opponent.

Xiang Donglai had no mood fluctuations, he glanced at the pool of blood on the ground lightly, grabbed his hand, scooped up the thin sword and broken arm, turned around and slowly descended the mountain.

……

The slanting sun is like blood, hanging on the top of the mountain, and it is about to fall.

Si Zhiyuan sat on his shoulder with a golden retriever, looking at Si Yunhe not far away.

"Alas! He's amazing, isn't he? Si Zhiyuan held his cheeks.

In fact, he has now stepped into the acquired realm, but it was after Si Yunhe was stimulated by Lin Feng, he used all his means to almost pile him up.

"You are the future of the Si family, you must work hard, you must be strong." Si Yunhe said this to him countless times.

But Si Zhiyuan, his ambition is in the mountains and rivers, in the city. He would rather be the most ordinary son of a well-off. Sunrise to the downtown for a stroll, to the teahouse to spend the morning, and then boating on the lake, it is best to have two or three confidants around, one or two red faces. Instead of...... This stinky, rotten-tempered dead monkey.

On the contrary, he loved this dead monkey to death.

Mao Mao seemed to sense something, and slapped his head vigorously with his black palm, squeaking in his mouth.

Suddenly, the flame in Maomao's eyes lit up, and it climbed restlessly from Si Zhiyuan's shoulder to his head.

"Squeak! Whoop! “

Si Zhiyuan has been with it for a long time, and he naturally knows it very well. Only when faced with a great threat would Mao Mao be so irritable.

"Strange, the safest place in the whole world is here, what's wrong with you today?" Si Zhiyuan touched his hair and asked.

The one who felt the threat earlier than Mao Mao was Si Yunhe.

He is looking at each other, practicing a set of the most basic palm techniques passed down by the ancestors of the Si family.

Haoyue Zhang, every child of the Si family started with this set of martial arts when they first came into contact with martial arts.

It stands to reason that when the strength reaches the realm of Si Yunhe, there is no need to practice Haoyue Palm at all. However, every day at sunset, he must take an hour to practice, which is also something that Si Zhiyuan has never figured out.

The white aura lined his vigorous figure, his palm was like the bright moon in the sky, the closing momentum was like a jade rabbit falling westward, and the connection was like flowing clouds and water, without the slightest flaw.

Seeing the truth in the most ordinary place, anyone who sees his set of palms will involuntarily admire him.

Suddenly, Si Yunhe's originally steady pace accelerated, and his palms became faster and faster, Si Zhiyuan could barely withstand the powerful spiritual pressure, and felt that every inch of his vertebrae was clicking.

“…… What's going on? Si Zhiyuan had a headache, and his body was getting colder and colder, it was not Si Yunhe's breath.

The howling wind, blowing from the hillside, was bitterly cold. Swish! A figure suddenly appeared on the rock at the intersection.

He was wearing a long black cloak, carrying a huge and strange sword shaped like a shark's tooth behind him, and looked coldly at Si Zhiyuan opposite.

Si Zhiyuan shuddered, feeling stared at by this person, as if he had been hooked by impermanence.

Si Yunhe was still immersed in the simple meaning of Haoyue Palm, completely ignoring the comer. Around him, the white streamer became more and more intense, and he could no longer see his figure clearly.

"Your name is Si Zhiyuan?" Xiang Donglai asked coldly, "Do you know Lin Feng?" “

No matter how stupid Si Zhiyuan was, he knew that this person was probably Lin Feng's friend. He immediately straightened his chest and said proudly: "Yes, we are good buddies." At the same time, he kept looking at Si Yunhe out of the corner of his eye, thinking to himself, is Uncle Zu his opponent?

"Tell him to come to me!" To the east.

"You're so funny, why should I listen to you?" Si Zhiyuan said toughly.

Mao Mao was also angry, and kept jumping on Si Zhiyuan's head, opening his teeth and dancing claws towards the east. As a result, Si Zhiyuan's hair became like a bird's nest.

Xiang Donglai said coldly: "Because, those who don't listen to me are already dead." “

With a throw of his hand, a cold light dragged a long cold flame, piercing the sky, and nailed into the rock under Si Zhiyuan's feet with a sonorous sound.

Si Zhiyuan looked down, and his face changed suddenly.

That's Zang Shuyun's sword, this guy has always been a sword in his hand. Now, not only did the sword leave him, but the blood stains on it seemed to be talking about something bad that happened not long ago.

"Squeak!" Mao Mao was furious, it could bully Si Zhiyuan indefinitely, but he didn't allow others to do so.

It kicked violently with both feet, using Si Zhiyuan's head as a pedal, and the fire on its body was shining, and it rushed to the east like a meteorite. Its speed is like a meteor, and its potential and cute body form a huge contrast.

Bang!

The man didn't move, Mao Mao suddenly froze in mid-air, the flame suddenly extinguished, paused for a moment, slammed to the ground, and rolled into the crack in the stone.

"Maomao!" Si Zhiyuan screamed in pain, he rushed over and hugged the ice sculpture-like hair, his anger made him forget his fear, and he looked up and glared at the comer.

"Friend, why scare a junior?" Si Yunhe spoke deeply in the spiritual light, and the awe-inspiring aura poured out, filling the entire mountain top.

Xiang Donglai sneered: "You are finally willing to speak, I thought you were already dead." From this day forward, the Guardian of the Golden Sun will be erased from this world. “

He raised his hand and slowly drew his sharktooth sword.

The moment the cold light flashed, Si Zhiyuan could barely breathe.

……

"Ahead is Pengyun Mountain." Xiao San looked at the mountain in front of him that was covered with clouds and fog, and the peaks were in the sky, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, except for the idiot they met in the ruined temple, they never encountered any obstacles.

Everyone was very happy, but Lin Feng didn't feel that there was anything to be happy about.

It's too weird that he hasn't even encountered a demon beast that has entered his eyes on a long journey.

"Everybody be careful." He reminded.

Sou!

As soon as Lin Feng's words fell, a gray figure suddenly rushed down from a nearby hillside and pounced on them.

(End of chapter)