Although he was intercepted on the way, with Ye Feng's speed, it was not too difficult for him to catch up with those few members of the Feng Alliance.

However, after chasing out nearly a stick of incense and finding that he still hadn't seen the figures of those people, Ye Feng couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

With his perception, he could easily catch the breath of the three people, and he could be sure that the three of them were still flying forward. It's just that the speed of the three of them flying is incredible, and Ye Feng has a feeling that the speed of the three of them at this time is several points faster than his full gallop.

If the speed of the three of them was already so fast, then how could the elders of the Longyun Sword Sect always be tightly behind them. And how could he be the last to catch up with a few people.

The bottom of Ye Feng's heart was filled with thick questions, and he felt more and more that things had become strange and unpredictable. With his meticulous mind, it was difficult for any little trick to hide in front of him, but at this moment he had a feeling that many things were out of control.

He faintly felt that behind all things, there seemed to be a huge pushing hand, pushing him step by step, leading him into a road with an uncertain future.

He didn't know who was behind the scenes, but as the group flew thousands of miles away, escaping the coverage of his perception, his heart became more and more uneasy.

Although there were no longer the figures of those three people in his perception, Ye Feng still ran forward with perseverance.

In the direction in which the three of them had disappeared, he galloped so fast that his figure turned into a cyan streamer that was recognizable to the naked eye in the clear sky.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng chased out of the territory of Qiufeng Country and officially stepped into the western barbarian land.

Looking at the endless plains of the western wilderness, like a coiled dragon in the distance, stretching endlessly, and the endless lofty mountains, Ye Feng suddenly stopped.

"Those three people, they didn't go to the headquarters of the Central Plains Country Feng Alliance to report the news, what did they do when they came to the Western Wilderness?" Ye Feng forced himself to calm down and thought quickly.

Suddenly, he thought of the people in the Western Wilderness who were related to him, or the Feng Alliance.

Looking at the western wilderness, the people related to the Feng Alliance are none other than Bai Zhanghong, You Longteng, and Xiao Bai in the Sword Hall station. After thinking of the three of them, Ye Feng immediately guessed that the three Feng Alliance sword cultivators were likely to go to Baizhang Hong for help.

Ye Feng quickly galloped towards the peak where Baizhang Hong was. That is, when he hurried to Baizhanghong's residence, outside Baizhanghong's secluded peak, three uninvited guests came.

These are three sword cultivators with gray faces and particularly embarrassed faces. They seemed to have gone through a particularly difficult battle, their clothes, hair, and shoes were covered with blood and dirt.

After coming to the front of the defensive barrier in front of the mountain, which was laid by Baizhang Hong's own hands and covered the entire mountain peak, a sword cultivator quickly stepped forward, took out a golden bell from the space ring, and slammed it on the surface of the barrier.

Immediately, a crisp and melodious bell rang throughout the entire mountain, and then from the middle of the peak, a black mist rising hundreds of feet high, like a demon god, rose.

The mist continued to surge to the outside world, and when the barrier was at the end of the barrier, it was Bai Zhanghong, You Longteng, and the two of them's lovers, He Huan and Jiang Ziwei, who were already flying in.

Finding that there were three strange sword cultivators standing outside the barrier who didn't know each other, Baizhang's red eyes couldn't help but shoot out fiercely.

"Who are you, how do you know the secret method of summoning me?" asked Baizhang Hong, who was separated from the barrier, in a deep voice.

Seeing the four of Baizhanghong, the three sword cultivators immediately knelt on the ground. One of the sword cultivators replied in a loud voice: "Returning to Baizhang Hong's predecessors, I am the general head of the Feng Alliance in Qiufeng Country. Last night, the Longyun Sword Sect attacked the branch of the Feng Alliance of the Autumn Feng Country, killing all the disciples of the Feng League, and the three of them had no way to escape, so they came here to ask for help. ”

"You mean you're a member of the Feng Alliance, so why don't you go to the headquarters to ask for help?" You Longteng was more thoughtful than Bai Zhanghong, and stopped Bai Zhanghong before he was about to walk out of the barrier, and asked.

Hearing You Longteng's question, the sword cultivator who was kneeling down flashed a cold light between his eyebrows.

He didn't look up and continued to respond: "Senior You, it's not that the villain doesn't want to return to the Feng Alliance headquarters, it's that the enemy of the Dragon Cloud Sword Sect is too strong, and we can't escape back to the Feng Alliance at all. In addition, we also got an important piece of news, the Lord of the Ye Alliance also arrived in the Qiufeng Kingdom last night, and it is said that he was framed by the five princes of the Longyun Sword Sect and Long Xiangyu and the five elders of Wanskushan Mountain, and was trapped in Luohan City of the Qiufeng Kingdom. ”

"You say Ye Feng was captured?" Not only You Longteng, Bai Zhanghong was shocked, but Jiang Ziwei and He Huan behind the two of them also stayed in place.

Jiang Ziwei suddenly took a few steps forward and asked in a deep voice: "What basis do you have for saying that Ye Feng was captured? And when did Ye Feng appear, why didn't I receive any news?" ”

That sword cultivator obviously knew Jiang Ziwei. Hearing Jiang Ziwei's question, he immediately recounted the recent birth of the Sword Venerable in Futu Mountain and the news that Ye Feng had been to the Taigang Sword Sect.

At the end, he was afraid that Jiang Ziwei still wouldn't believe it, so he pointed to a sword cultivator behind him and said, "This is Ding Lei, a member of our Feng Alliance, who was investigating the iron concentrate vein of the Longyun Sword Sect near Luohan City that day. He had seen the Lord of the Ye Alliance with his own eyes. ”

Behind this sword cultivator, kneeling was Ding Lei, who had seen Ye Feng in that mountain peak that day. It's just that because of running around overnight, Ding Lei's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

Seeing Ding Lei, Jiang Ziwei and He Huan all nodded. They hadn't seen the other two, but they had an impression of Ding Lei. They remembered that Ding Lei was one of the members of the Feng Alliance in Qiufeng Country.

"Master, that's right, they are from the Feng Alliance. Jiang Ziwei turned around and said.

Just as Jiang Ziwei was speaking, suddenly, a large mouthful of black blood arrows spewed out of Ding Lei's mouth, and the whole person fell to the ground in a languid manner.

"Ding Lei, Ding Lei!" The other two sword cultivators, seeing Ding Lei fall to the ground, immediately shouted loudly.

One of its sword cultivators knelt down to the edge of the barrier and begged loudly: "Senior, senior, please save your lives." Ding Lei was hit by the Yin Poison palm power released by the Elder of the Dragon Cloud Sword Sect, if he could no longer force the Yin Poison in his body out, I am afraid he would die. ”

After determining the identities of the three people, Baizhanghong, who was disgusted and kind-hearted, immediately opened the barrier and flew in front of Ding Lei.

Stretched out his hand to grab Ding Lei's wrist, and when he listened, Baizhanghong's face changed suddenly.

"How can this be, he is dead, long dead. Baizhang Red Fox said suspiciously.

As soon as his words fell, suddenly, the sword cultivator who was holding Ding Lei raised his head. In his black eyes, a cold light burst out, and the arm hidden under Ding Lei's body was suddenly withdrawn, holding a pitch-black long sword in his hand, and stabbed straight into the Baizhang Red Dantian.

With the strength of the Baizhang Red Rank 9 Peak Sword Venerable, he shouldn't have been hit easily. However, because of his preconceived notions and complete belief in the three of them, and he didn't expect that the sword cultivator would hide his strength, so when the sword blade stabbed him, he was just a defender for the Khen.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and the sword blade ignored the defense at the Baizhang Red Dantian and stabbed directly into his dantian.

At the same time that Baizhang Hong was stabbed, another sword cultivator also suddenly got up, and rushed towards You Longteng as quickly as a shock.

The person was still in the air, and a thick black smoke was released from the sword cultivator's body. A strong and pungent stench poured out of the black smoke, and He Huan, Jiang Ziwei and even You Longteng inhaled a large amount of smoke at the moment when they didn't react.

In an instant, He Huan and the three of them felt that the vitality in their bodies suddenly froze, and not only that, but the three of them were shocked to find that their bodies also became sour and soft in an instant.

"Qing Phosphine Qi Dispersed, you are not a member of the Feng Alliance, are you Han Song's people?" Suddenly, You Longteng let out a roar and frantically rushed towards the sword cultivator.

However, when his vitality was gradually solidified, he was still the opponent of that sword cultivator, and he was directly kicked in the center by that sword cultivator, and his body flew out diagonally.

"Jiji, Master, do you remember me?" Sword Xiu, who swung his sword and stabbed into Baizhang Hong's lower abdomen, casually discarded Ding Lei's corpse, and laughed in a strange voice.

With a smear of his palm, his face instantly changed, and he turned into Han Song, who killed Long Xiangyu.

"Han Song, it's you!" Bai Zhanghong held the blade inserted into the dantian with both hands, his eyes were about to split, and a raging flame erupted from his eyes.

He finally understood why his protective vitality could not withstand the attack of this long sword. The long sword used by Han Song was the famous magic sword, Soul Refining Heavenly Fire.

The casting method of this magic sword was still taught to Han Song back then, but he didn't expect Han Song to really pick the blood of 10,000 boys and cast it into this magic sword that could restrain the strong of the Sword Venerable and suck the vitality of the strong of the Sword Venerable.

Facing Bai Zhanghong's frightened and angry eyes, Han Song's eyes were full of cruelty and coldness.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, after stabbing the sword into Baizhang Hong's body again for a few minutes, Han Song said with a hideous expression: "Master, last time you were rescued by You Longteng, you should honestly shrink in the western wilderness and not reappear. But why did you have to be born, and you still have to help others deal with my Sword Demon Sect. ”

"Master, do you know that if you don't die for a day, I won't be at ease for a day. If I can't get rid of you, I don't have the heart to do anything else. Han Song said gloomily.

He held the sword arm and used it harder, directly causing the long sword to sink into Baizhang Hong's body, and even let the entire sword hilt and his palm be inserted into Baizhang Hong's dantian.

With a heart full of unwillingness, he died of redness. Seeing that the lower abdomen of the hundred-zhang red dantian, Han Song forcibly used his sword blade to hinge out a hole the size of a human head, and his whole body was sore, and He Huan and Jiang Ziwei, who had already been captured, all fell into a state of madness.

"Han Song, I must kill you with my own hands. He Huan, who never likes to speak, gritted his teeth and said.

Two lines of crimson blood flowed from his red eyes, leaving two bloody marks on his already pale face.

Behind He Huan and Jiang Ziwei, You Longteng, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, struggled to stand up.

He wanted to draw his sword, but he was imprisoned by his vitality, but he became inferior to ordinary people. The sword cultivator who had just kicked him away, seeing You Long Teng get up, suddenly took a step forward, and the long sword in his hand slashed straight at the top of his head.

"Poof", with a muffled sound, You Longteng's body was directly split into two halves from the middle, and the body fell heavily to the ground.

"Master, master!" Jiang Ziwei, who turned around, let out a burst of grief when he saw You Longteng's death.

He struggled to pounce towards the sword cultivator, but was stepped on by the other party on the shoulder and directly under his feet.

"Big brother, did you kill the two of them?" the sword cultivator asked as he turned to Han Song.

Han Song looked at Bai Zhanghong's corpse, shook his head, and said, "No, Ye Feng should be coming soon." Leave them, I want to use them as bargaining chips and let Ye Feng do things for me. ”