Li Xin, the son in white, saw Li Zicheng on the high platform, his face was very complicated, Li Zicheng was also looking at Li Xin below, the two looked at each other, speechless for a while, but they were familiar.

Thousands of heroes in Fengyun Valley were silently watching this scene.

At this time, Li Zicheng took a few steps forward, bowed down to Li Xin and said:

"Li Xin Li Gongzi family and country righteousness, self-cheng is very moved, today in the valley of the clouds, are the heroes of the world, loyal and brave people, there are thirty-six battalions in front of the righteousness, now there is the valley of the martial arts alliance leader Mr. Murong Jiangshan Ling will be the alliance, self-made this move is not only for the hometown fathers, but also want to save the world from fire and water."

"High-sounding words, just used to deceive and fool people, although the people are bitter now, but they do not have to rise up, all dynasties, which people are not difficult and not bitter? Li Zicheng's move is your own selfish desire, using the bones and blood of tens of millions of people in the world to exchange for your so-called great cause of the homeland. ”

Li Xin's words were sonorous, and the words were thousands, and thousands of heroes in Fengyun Valley suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound shook the sky.

Li Zicheng's face on the high platform did not change, he was calm and calm, and he still had to speak, at this time, among the black-clothed masked people who went up to the high platform with him, two of them had already drawn their swords, one aimed at the back of his heart, and the other put the sword on Li Zicheng's neck.

Liu Xingyue saw it from a distance, and couldn't help but be shocked, he had already seen it clearly, the slender masked man was the senior sister Gao Lian, and the other person must be Xin Tiedan.

"Mercy! What are you doing? ”

Li Zicheng was not half flustered.

"My cousin! Please hurry up and give an order, disband the 36th battalion, and let Mr. Murong cancel this Jiangshan Linghui Alliance, I don't want my father and mother, and my senior brother to take risks for you, and I don't want the people of the world to bleed for thousands of miles, and the foreign enemy has not entered, and the civil strife will start first. ”

Gao Lian pity, tearing off the black cloth on his face, and the crowd cheered again.

At this time, hundreds of yellow-clothed people on the hillside behind the high platform had already rushed towards the high platform, and more people from the 36th Battalion with their upper bodies shirtless were still hesitant, waiting for Gao Yingxiang's order.

Suddenly, Zuo Qiankun on the boulder let out a loud shout, crossed the stream and flew towards the high platform, and the nearby martial arts people also flowed across the stream and approached the high platform.

When Zuo Qiankun arrived on the high platform, Yan Wuji made a move.

The two forces intersected vigorously, and Zuo Qiankun retreated again, and at this time, several other masked people on the high platform, and twenty boys and girls with short swords had surrounded Li Zicheng and Xin Tiedan.

Liu Xingyue was afraid that her junior sister would lose, so she didn't think about it anymore, crossed over the heads of the heroes, and ran to the high platform.

Gao Lianlian also saw his senior brother at this time, and his originally tense face already had a smile.

Liu Xingyue crossed dozens of zhang away, and suddenly there was a strong force under his feet, and he couldn't move anymore.

"You come down for me, help the abuse, I hate that we were blind in the first place."

Liu Xingyue had already fallen in the crowd, and the person who spoke was none other than Chu Liufeng.

"I'm going to save my sister."

Liu Xingyue looked helpless, but she knew that no matter how much she said, it would be in vain.

"Who believes you, Yanmen Pass has killed so many of my brothers, and I will avenge my brothers."

Wan Wushui next to him slapped him, and his face was full of resentment.

The mercy on the high platform had already seen this scene, and shouted in fright: "Don't, don't, those people were not killed by senior brother." ”

Chu Liufeng was stunned, and hurriedly took the palm power of Senior Brother Wan Wushui with his left hand, and pulled Liu Xingyue with his right hand.

"There is a master in Fengyun Valley today, you and Senior Brother must be careful, if you can save Mercy and Tie Dan, let's leave quickly."

Liu Xingyue finished speaking in a low voice, her eyes were full of expectation and emotion.

Wan Wushui was about to get angry, but when he heard Liu Xingyue say this, he had already jumped up and walked towards the high platform opposite the stream.

Chu Liufeng also nodded and let go of Liu Xingyue.

Wan Wushui was still on the stream, and suddenly, in the Valley of Wind and Cloud, a sneer suddenly appeared, at first the sneer was still in the distance, and in an instant it was close.

The sneer shook the people all over their bodies, and those with low skills even sat down on the ground.

A figure that was faster than lightning had arrived, and Wan Wushui knew that it was not good, and the man was knocked down into the stream.

After a while, I saw a person as thin as a bamboo pole, standing on the high platform, protecting Li Zicheng in front of him, and looking down coldly.

Chu Liufeng and Xin Tiedan Gao Lianlian stood under the high platform, Gao Lianlian snuggled up to Xin Tiedan, his face was mostly frightened, but Chu Liufeng covered his chest with his hands, obviously suffering internal injuries.

Zuo Qiankun, like Wan Wushui, was standing in the stream, looking at the thin man as thin as a bamboo pole with some nervousness.

It was in this instant that the person who came and the person who came to the water and Chu Liufeng Zuo Qiankun both fought each other, and with the skills of the three of them, they made the person so calm.

This person's skill is no longer under the great masters of the current Shenzhou Sanqi and Yang Kunlun, is it really Murong Jiangshan, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?

Chu Liufeng looked over, the thin bamboo pole man was the "martial arts alliance leader" he had seen at the Jinling Mochou Lake Jiangshan Meeting, Chu Liufeng's heart became nervous, and the internal injury in his chest hurt again.

Chu Liufeng knew that he had taken Tie Dan and Lian Lian off the high platform, so he hurriedly pushed Xin Tie Dan and made a look, and the three of them walked towards the stream.

Wan Wushui and Zuo Qiankun had already arrived next to the boulder on the opposite bank, and looked anxiously at Chu Liufeng and the three of them walking in the stream.

"Is it so easy to want to leave? Even the young master, you dare to hold it hostage. ”

After the emaciated man finished speaking, the person had already jumped off the high platform, Chu Liufeng pushed Xin Tiedan and mercy, turned around and hit out in the air with both hands in succession.

Another burst of sneering suddenly appeared, Chu Liufeng couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and the mist splashed on the stream and he couldn't see the figure clearly.

The passionate birdsong sounded in mid-air, only to see the big golden bird waving its wings, and the attack move was extremely powerful, and the gold-clothed girl on the back of the big bird also shot out several short swords like meteors.

"Little girl, what a beautiful meteor hand, even better than Kunlun's hand, it seems that you are the daughter of Yang Kunlun, you look so handsome, it also makes me move my heart, and wait for the miscellaneous family to catch you back."

After the man finished speaking, the person rose two or three feet high, and he was about to catch the golden bird, and the girl in the golden suit screamed, and the big bird flew up at great speed.

The sound of the piano suddenly started again, and a man in white had already floated down from the top of the mountain, and he reached the bottom of the valley in an instant.

A guqin, a string, can play such music.

No, it's not music anymore, the man in white had an indifferent expression on his face, and the guqin actually emitted several dazzling light mists, shooting directly at the thin bamboo pole "Martial Arts Alliance Leader".

The two of them had already floated into the air, and everyone could only see two figures, one white and one black, faster and faster, until finally they only saw the white shadow outside, and the black shadow was already trapped inside, but it slowed down.

A few "bang-bang-bang" sounded continuously.

The black-clothed man "Martial Arts Alliance Leader" with a thin bamboo pole fell on the high platform, his eyes were still looking at the air, his mouth was also muttering, and his face was full of incredulity.

Zuo Qiankun of Shenyimen was already kneeling on the ground, just like Huang Xiaoyao that day, with tears streaming down his face.

At this time, the mist on the stream dispersed, and only the four of them hugged Chu Liufeng together, but there was one more Liu Xingyue.

Taking advantage of this, everyone had already retreated to the side of the boulder.

"Murong Jiangshan's stand-in, that's all, today I won't hurt you first, leave a favor for Mr. Murong, and ask you to go back and tell me, ten years later, I should go to Murong Mansion in the Yinshan Grassland alone and swear revenge!"

The voice is both sharp and a little high-pitched, and it is still the same that I can't tell the difference between men and women.

After the mysterious man in white finished speaking, the person floated to the girl on the big golden bird in mid-air, patted her head gently, and the person had already jumped to the top of the peak and disappeared.

In Fengyun Valley, the countless heroes and heroes present were only dumbfounded, and they were still silent for a long time.

At this time, Yan Wuji, who has been crisscrossing the northwest rivers and lakes for decades, is standing next to the "Martial Arts Alliance Master", but at most he is just like a foil.

"Let them all go."

Li Zicheng finished speaking in a low voice, with some disappointed and confused eyes, looking into the distance.

The floating clouds floating on the mountain peaks carry the sorrow of the young lord of Western Xia.