When the silver moon is in the sky, the clear light is sprinkled on the earth.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of birds during the day, the valley at night is exceptionally quiet.

Only the bustling sound of cicadas is endless, loud and clear.

Bai Feng's five hearts to the sky, hand seal method.

The thin figure sat alone on the boulder in the pool, and the cold air was lingering between breaths and breaths.

Under the feet, there is hoarfrost solidifying, and the coldness is calm.

The seal method in his hand changed, and the aura in the valley swept in, turning into wisps of milky white brilliance, and submerged into the young man's dantian.

The young man retracted his breath and condensed his voice, introducing the last wisp of spiritual energy into the dantian, and then opened his mouth slightly, exhaling a cold cold air.

The breath submerged into the lake, turning the pool into a sheet of ice floe.

His eyes opened slightly, and Bai Feng closed his strength.

In just one day and a night's cultivation, this Bai Yifei was full of Xuanbing secret techniques in his hands, and he cultivated to the fourth layer.

"Perhaps the greatest blessing that has crossed over to this world is this body with unparalleled qualifications."

Bai Feng's heart was dark, and he couldn't help but think of his past cultivation in the Hundred Birds.

The Hundred Bird Killer Group has outstanding light skills and body skills, which is no less than the core secret inheritance of the Hundred Schools of Princes.

However, the mental method of breathing and breathing is extremely ordinary, and it is a blessing to be able to barely open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Among the hundreds of Hundred Bird Killers, the highest cultivation of the Ink Crow is only able to open up the seven meridians, which is considered a second-rate level in the rivers and lakes.

However, with this supreme cultivation qualification, Bai Feng had been overwhelmed in the past short period of more than four years.

He not only penetrated the eight veins of the whole body, but also successfully developed the six illusions of the phoenix dance, the array of phoenix feathers and other big killing moves at the peak of the Qin period.

Compared with the rapid improvement of the realm of internal force, the strength of Bai Feng's physical body is increasing day by day.

is only twelve years old, but he has a huge strength of thousands of catties, and his courage is comparable to that of the overlord of Western Chu.

It was precisely because of this that Bai Feng did not hesitate to take the risk and stole Ji Wuye's secret book of crossing.

There is no trouble in the husband, and he is guilty!

Its own strength and qualifications are Bai Feng's biggest secret in the past few years.

Even the closest ink crows couldn't figure out Bai Feng's true level.

After four years of being a little transparent, good baby, Bai Feng was shocked as soon as his strength was exposed, and easily killed more than a dozen killers of the same level as himself, with indescribable happiness and joy in his heart.

Of course, the reason why Bai Feng stayed here and didn't leave for a long time was not because the artist was bold and planned to fight with the Bird Killer.

He's waiting, waiting for someone.

…………

Xinzheng, General's Mansion.

Ji Wuye's palm pushed and vomited vigorously, shattering the secret report in his hand.

His eyes widened, and a hideous and bloody smile appeared on his face:

"Interesting, the little mouse is hidden so deeply, it seems that General Ben is underestimating you."

....

Nanyang, the camp of the Korean army.

Bai Yifei, who was dressed in silver armor, played with a delicate dagger in his hand, listening to the return of the old servant behind him.

For a long time, his scarlet eyes fluctuated slightly, and his voice was low: "You mean, a damn little mouse entered Benhou's mansion, stole Benhou's things, and swaggered out of Xinzheng, and you didn't know anything about it?" ”

"Wait, Master Hou, it's the incompetence of his subordinates." The servant fell to his knees and spoke in a gloomy tone, his old body trembling.

"Heh",

The corners of Bloody Hou's mouth were disdainful, "In that case, why are you still alive?" ”

"Hou Ye, Hou Ye, please forgive ...... Hou Ye" Before the old servant's words fell, an ice blade had pierced through his heart, and then the cold ice spread out, condensing the entire corpse into an ice sculpture.

"Bang",

With a crisp sound, the entire block of ice shattered into dust, leaving only a pool of scarlet blood on the ground.

Bloody Hou picked up the silk cloth and gently wiped the non-existent blood on his fingers.

"Come on, sweep the floor."

…………

Bai Feng didn't know about the disturbances of the outside world, and even if he knew, it didn't matter.

Perhaps, at present, his combat power cannot be compared with the real first-class masters.

But that sentence is right: "Light skill does not mean martial arts, but speed determines the distance between you and me."

With the speed of the six illusions of the phoenix dance, as long as he does not risk his life, there are only a handful of people in the world who can kill Bai Feng.

Bai Yifei is by no means included among these people, and of course, Ji Wuye's big stupid bear is even more impossible.

Bai Feng is worried about only one thing now, how to deal with the ink crow.

This eldest brother, who is also a teacher and friend, has just returned from the Wei State, and he is about to face the situation of his defection, presumably Ji Wuye will definitely not be able to give him a good face.

But as the number one killer of a hundred birds, Ji Wuye's loyal right-hand man, his safety should not be considered.

The biggest possibility is that Ji Wuye sent him to hunt down and kill him and retrieve the secret scroll.

"Just ......",

Bai Feng sighed in his heart, Mo Crow was also a teacher and friend to himself, and it was impossible for him to kill him. But with his character, I'm afraid he won't betray Ji Wuye easily.

In this way, I am afraid that the greatest possibility is that he sacrificed himself to fulfill me.

That's it, the ruthless and unrighteous may win a small victory, but it will not be a big thing in the end.

I have already written down all the contents of these two volumes, and I will give him an explanation.

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

The scenery of April is just like the girl's spring shirt is thin, and the begonia is late in spring.

The green willow sprouts are the girl's long hair, the colorful flowers are like the girl's delicate face, and the gurgling stream is also like the sweetest and most delicious honey of the twenty-eight beauties.

It's a pity that the ink crow is not in the mood to appreciate this gorgeous spring light, he has a handsome face, and his figure turns into a black smoke and walks through the forest at a high speed, startling a hundred birds to rise and scatter in all directions.

With the light skill of the ink crow, there should be no trace of treading water, and it is not difficult to fly from leaf to leaf.

But now his mood is really not very beautiful, and I don't know if the scene in front of him is venting, or he did it on purpose.

There was a faint figure not far behind the ink crow, the man was dressed in red like fire, with flame crystals reflected between his eyebrows, and a blue and purple hair band passed through his forehead, gently holding the long black hair.

The eyebrows are like a distant daise, the skin is snowy, and the delicate red lips exude a seductive luster.

His name is Red Bird, and he's a man!

Looking at the tall figure in front of him that was as black as smoke, the corners of his lips opened slightly, and he quickly caught up with the ink crow:

"It looks like the goal is important to you this time"?

Seeing that Mo Crow ignored him, he smiled again: "Mo Da is such a handsome person, I asked for nothing back then, but I didn't expect to be blinded by a little guy today, but I don't know what kind of person you are so worried about."

Honghu's eyebrows and eyes were frivolous, and the tip of his tongue swept from the corner of his lips: "I don't know his blood, but it's still delicious"?

As soon as the words fell, an astonishing killing intent swept all over the body,

"Huh",

The red bird's eyes flashed with surprise, and his toes stomped on the treetops, dodging a feather blade with a momentary opportunity, and he exclaimed: "Ink crow, are you crazy"?

The ink crow has a long body and a jade body, and his eyebrows and eyes are cold, "Dead ladyboy, if you don't want to die, shut your mouth for me, otherwise I will definitely kill you."

"You bastard, madman, the general will kill you."

Cold sweat flowed from Honghu's forehead, and he almost missed the feather blade through his throat and killed him.

"Until then, you're going to die before me, do you believe it?" The crow glanced down at the red bird, smiled disdainfully, turned around and shot out again.

Only the red bird was left in place, silent for a long time.

He took a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with hatred in his heart: "Crazy, I want to kill you, I must kill you."