The moon hung faintly in the northwest, and it was already midnight.

Feng Rui gave the retreating Di Yijian a middle finger, you are chasing, if you catch up, I will give you a drink of urgent syrup!

Well, it seems that Di Yijian is not a spotted leopard.

Looking at the red lantern of the plum blossom silk village, Feng Rui thought, if he shouted by himself, he should be the person who can shout out of the Shura Palace.

As for the people who shouted out of the Shura Palace, what should they do?

Feng Rui glanced at Lu Jianxing, who was still unconscious, and handed him over to Nameless.

I wonder if a Sword Trial Hall master can exchange some silver?

Of course, it would be even better if he could provoke a big brawl between Shura Palace, Sword Casting Villa, and even the entire rivers and lakes.

The corners of his sharp mouth couldn't help but show a sly smile!

"Big brother, what should I do now?"

Feng Qi looked at the plum blossom satin village, and didn't know whether to go in and ask for help.

Sword Forge Villa and Shura Palace only had a fight at night, and the little girl was kind-hearted, but she didn't want to cause any more disputes.

Sugar Octave's voice pulled Sharp back from his delusion.

Feng Rui didn't shout in the end.

Shura Palace is a group of female madmen.

"Go home!"

Feng Rui decided to hurry home and sleep, this middle of the night outside waves, it is really easy to have an accident.

But I didn't run in vain tonight, at least I knew that there was a Tongtian Sword Shrine who wanted the Fengjia Tongtian Sword Box!

"Heavenly Sword Shrine! Mobei Tongtian Sword Shrine? I don't know if it's really powerful... ”

"Ahem! Open... The Tongtian Sword Shrine is indeed full of wings and powerful now! ”

Lu Jianxing of the Sword Trial Hall thought about it and heard Feng Rui muttering.

How does Feng Rui feel that he is going to be the enemy of the whole world!

The Feng's Tongtian Sword Box, the decent want, the evil faction wants, the Emperor Lao'er of the Forbidden City wants, and now even the Tongtian Sword Shrine with the Tongtian Sword wants it!

Where is the Feng family's Tongtian Sword Box, Feng Rui really doesn't know.

However, whether the heaven and earth in the dream is the Feng family's Tongtian sword box, now I am afraid that no one can say clearly.

Well, if you can take out the sword box of your dreams, it's so sharp that you don't mind throwing it out.

Right! Throw it out, let the four forces rob, break the blood, and all die!

"Small... Little brother doesn't need to worry, now that the Tongtian Sword Shrine is still in Mobei, it is not easy to go south, not to mention that the Great Yin Emperor will not agree, even the various factions in the rivers and lakes will not agree. ”

Lu Jianxing's breath gradually stabilized, but his face was pale, and it seemed that his injuries were not light.

"Worried? I have nothing to worry about. The sword box really doesn't have in my hand. It's not me who said it, but the words of the Shaolin Temple Yin Lantern Master will not be false. ”

Feng Rui looked indifferent, and then arched his hand, "Since Hall Master Lu has woken up, that kid will leave!" ”

I'm afraid that I will still encounter trouble with Lu Jianxing, so it's better to leave as soon as possible.

Lu Jianxing looked at this sharp edge curiously.

It turned out that the kid in front of him was the descendant of the Feng clan who was said to have a sword box in Tongtian, no wonder there was a nomination for the Eight Remnant Beggars on the plaque of the shop.

As for the matter of the Heavenly Sword Box?

The master fireworker told him that the two brothers should be as far away as possible.

Seeing that Zhao Sanzhu's big sword was left in the Zhige Tavern, it seems that everything is really not a coincidence.

Lu Jianxing coughed a few times.

"Big brother, we can't just leave!"

Feng Qi looked at Lu Jianxing, who was seriously injured, and vetoed Feng Rui's proposal.

It is said that saving people will save them to the end!

Now I don't know if Di Yijian and the others really retreated, if the three of them left, I am afraid that Lu Jianxing will still be in danger.

"Alright! All right! I don't know where Lu Tang is going? ”

Yu Xiaomei, Feng Rui never knew how to refuse.

Lu Jianxing was not polite.

Now that he is seriously injured, and the only disciple is by his side, if he encounters Di Yijian and the others again, he is afraid that he will really encounter danger.

There was also a rebellion among the disciples of the Sword Casting Hall, which made Lu Jianxing a little worried about his master.

Although Shizun is already a peerless master, it seems that someone is plotting behind this incident.

"My Sword Forging Villa has a place to stay fifteen miles east of Yongjia County, otherwise the three of you will go there with me to rest for the night."

Calling someone to protect is saying that someone is protecting, and going back with him to rest for a night, it's really good at talking!

The five of them crept back to the place where they had been fighting.

Di Yijian and the others really left.

Under Xuan Yue, looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, Feng Rui just pursed his lips, and there seemed to be some inexplicable happiness in his heart.

After picking up four horses, the five of them headed for the foothold of Sword Forge Villa.

First horseback riding.

Well, I wonder if this counts as driving without a license?

Luckily, the horses are well-trained, and as long as you don't kick and pull the reins, they will run after the horses in front of them.

Riding a horse is much faster than driving the eleventh road.

An hour later.

The five of them rushed to the foothold of the Sword Forge Villa.

It is also a small Zhuangzi, a small Zhuangzi who strikes iron.

"How can it be blinded by the dark light...

Looking at the pitch-black little Zhuangzi, Feng Rui secretly complained that the Sword Casting Villa was too picky.

Look at the Shura Palace, at least hang two red lanterns at the village gate, even if you hang them overnight, it won't cost a few dollars.

Lu Jianxing, who got off the horse, frowned, and his face was full of melancholy.

Not only because it was pitch black in Zhuangzi, but also because there was no sound of striking iron in Zhuangzi.

Although it is ugly, there should also be the sound of striking iron in the Zhuangzi.

Feng Rui looked at Lu Jianxing's expression and chuckled in his heart.

Well, it seems that it's really not the Sword Forge Villa that is slamming the door, but something has happened.

People always say that good spirits don't work bad!

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Rui's heart was finished, a group of people rushed out from the surroundings and in the village, surrounding the five of Feng Rui.

In the light of the torches, it was none other than Di Yijian and others who betrayed the Sword Casting Villa.

"Haha! I had long expected that you would be here! ”

"Where's the owner?"

Lu Jianxing looked coldly at the Sword Casting Hall disciple in front of him.

"Humph! Or worry about yourself first, right? ”

Di Yijian looked at Lu Jianxing gloomily, killing Lu Jianxing was also one of the tasks assigned by the people behind him.

Of course, compared to Lu Jianxing, Di Yijian wants to catch the edge even more.

Di Yijian looked at Feng Rui with a greedy face, just like looking at countless treasures of the rivers and lakes, martial arts cheats, and peerless divine soldiers, just like seeing himself become the pinnacle of martial arts, just like seeing himself become an immortal and immortal!

"Hahaha! Chance will not abandon me! Boy, you've come to the door again, and this time I won't tell you to run away again! ”

Look!

Look!

That's what it costs to be a hero!

Feng Rui secretly cursed in his heart, he was out of the tiger's mouth, and ran into the wolf's den by himself.

"Where's the owner?"

Lu Jianxing still asked the disciple of the Sword Casting Hall in front of him coldly.

After all, Lu Jianxing is the master of the Sword Casting Villa, and he is also the third disciple of the master of the village, and he has a lot of prestige in the Sword Casting Villa.

A Sword Casting Hall disciple couldn't stand Lu Jianxing's gaze after all.

"The owner and some people have been deceived by us...

"Tricked out? Hum! Shizun is not so easy to deceive! ”

Lu Jianxing let out a cold breath and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was relieved.

Feng Rui took a breath.

What is not easy to deceive?

The owner of Sword Casting Villa is fine, but now the five of them are in trouble.

"Fei Yang, who told you to talk too much!"

Di Yijian glared at the Sword Casting Hall disciple who was talking hatefully, and then pointed sharply and shouted, "Above, except for that kid, the rest of the people will not survive!" ”

"Hero! Di Daxia! I'm willing to hand over the sword box, but can you spare us from death!" ”

Feng Rui looked at the disciples of the Sword Casting Villa who were surrounded, about twenty or thirty people.

The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands!

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses!

Feng Rui decided that it could drag on for a while.

"Hahaha! It's too late, when I catch your kid, I'm still afraid that you won't hand over the sword box. ”

Di Yijian looked at Feng Rui and laughed even more arrogantly.

Feng Rui, Zhou Wuji, Lu Jianxing, and the only surviving disciple of the Sword Trial Hall protected Feng Qi in the middle, and Lu Jianxing forcibly used his internal force, and the wound on his right shoulder was bleeding.

"Erxiao, if you have a chance, you must take your little sister to run first!"

Afraid that he was going to face the danger of life and death, Feng Rui was no longer afraid in his heart, but had a trace of excitement.

Just looking at the little sister, that trace of excitement was suppressed again.

Just as the big swords of the two sides were about to touch, a cold snort suddenly came.

It is definitely full of confidence and superb internal strength.

Zhen's sharp ears were a little numb.

Feng Rui twitched the corner of his mouth, and secretly said that he must be jumping out of the peerless bun again.

Sure enough, a burly strong man came out of the darkness, and even the darkness seemed to be unable to hide the light of the fire on his body.

But I saw that the strong man was eight feet tall, with a full beard, and his burnt yellow hair was tied behind his head with an iron wire.

The upper body was covered with a short yellow gown that was full of muscle bumps, a jet-black leather skirt around the waist, and a gray breeches on the lower body, and the trousers were full of holes.

The strong man carried three big swords behind him with a cowhide rope, and a big sword was also stuck diagonally at his waist, a giant sword more than two meters long.

A pair of black, shining, iron-clad arms on both arms.

Standing up like this, it's like an iron tower.

"Master!"

Lu Jianxing shouted, and the sharp big bun phobia did not attack.

It turns out that this iron tower is the master of Sword Casting Villa, and it is really very powerful and domineering!

"You... You are not away ... ”

Di Yijian stammered, and his words were incomplete.

"Although the palace master of the Shura Palace, the Thousand Faces Shura, hates men, he will not do such a dirty thing as blackmailing."

The fireworker slowly pulled out the two-meter-long giant sword at his waist and looked at the surrounding Sword Casting Hall disciples.

"Although I am obsessed with sword making, I am not a fool, the sword forged by some disciples of the Sword Casting Hall is very fierce, impatient and chaotic, I have seen such changes in my eyes, I thought that you were just anxious about martial arts, but I didn't expect that my heart was so anxious."

In his heart, Feng Rui gave a big thumbs up to the owner of this sword-casting villa.

If you look at the same rescue, people won't wait until you're about to be killed.

This is a qualified thigh, and I'll see if I can hold it myself.

"Master, Di Yijian has secretly taken refuge in the Tongtian Sword Shrine, and I am afraid that the matter of Zhao Sanhammer is also a trap set by someone!"

Lu Jianxing looked at the Sword Casting Hall disciple and sighed.

"Heavenly Sword Shrine! It seems that Yuwen Hongtu is really fledgling, and I want to... Let's clean up the portal first. ”

The fireworker slashed horizontally with one move, like a move in the bladeless swordsmanship, but it slashed out a furnace-like flame breath, and those Sword Casting Hall disciples and Di Yijian didn't even have room to fight back, and each of them hit the iron arm and shattered, and was cut out of three zhang away, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Sure enough, he is a peerless master who can be ranked in the rivers and lakes!