In an instant, the sound of flowing water was drowned out by the sound of shouting and killing, and Chang Jiakang organized a retreat for the first time, but he was still bitten tighter and tighter by the other party.

A casual cultivator was chased by someone, and finally found an opportunity to get out, but unexpectedly, someone was hiding on the side and staring at him, and he was cut down to the ground without noticing for a while.

The person was seriously injured, but the other party still refused to stop, several people gathered around to mend the knife, until the person was cut through the intestines, the stomach was rotten, and the ground was red and yellow, licking the residual blood on his lips and smiling to find the next target.

Damn, don't you want to be so desperate!

Feng Zhiping saw it in his eyes, and his heart was angry and cold.

He couldn't remember the man's name, only remembered that his surname was Fang, he was Wu Bo's fellow villager, and he knelt on the ground together and begged for help, but he didn't expect to die here just three hours later, and he was not blessed to see the day when the grievances were revealed.

And that's just the tip of the story.

There are a total of fifteen people and horses on this road in Cangshan, except for Feng Zhiping, who is the shallowest in cultivation, and the rest are not mediocre, and their strength is definitely not weak.

However, there was no intention, the Liuyun Sect gathered a number of people, including the Blood Knife Sect, and the two fists were invincible to the four hands, and the huge gap twice as much as their own made the balance of victory fall in favor of the other party from the beginning.

He didn't know Chang Jiakang's mood at this time, he only knew that he was very annoyed, and if he was him, the other party would withdraw directly when he first appeared.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, isn't it more important to save his life first than to fight for a moment?

What's more, knowing that the other party is shameless, and still holding illusions and setting rules with others, isn't this uncomfortable for yourself?

It's good now, it's too late to say anything.

"Alas, to die is to suffer shame!"

Secretly scolding, Yu Guang saw that You Shuang'er, who had just put down an opponent, wanted to take the initiative to kill him, Feng Zhiping was in a worse mood, and dodged over to drag him.

"Come back, look for death!"

"What are you doing!"

You Shuang'er was very angry, and Feng Zhiping was even more popular than her.

"Fool, open your eyes and take a good look, there are a bunch of people in front of you and you still want to come out? Follow me, now you can run one is one!"

Good intentions didn't get good results, You Shuang'er scolded angrily: "Coward, I don't have deserters in Cangshan!" Senior Brother Chang is still inside, I'm going to help him, let me go!"

Feng Zhiping was half angry, and was about to scold the girl for teaching her what a strategic retreat is, when he suddenly felt a cold on his body, and when he looked sideways, a man with an obscene face stared at him, and the rat eyes were very familiar.

"It's him!"

The memory of five days ago was churning, it was this person who broke his good deeds that day, and he also kept provoking others to surround and kill, if it wasn't for Ma Shangyan arriving in time, he and You Shuang'er would have died on the spot!

Seeing Feng Zhiping coming, the rat-eyed man smiled coldly and rushed over.

"Good time!"

Feng Zhiping's eyes turned cold, and he instantly lost the mind of withdrawing.

He wants to run not because he is timid, but because he follows the art of war to avoid the edge temporarily, and now the enemies of the narrow road have taken the initiative to send them to the door, so he still runs a fart, and it is not too late to kill and leave!

"Help me!"

With a greeting, the person had already jumped out with a sword, and when he saw that there were still seven or eight positions, the rat-eyed man shook his hands and shook two cold rays, Feng Zhiping's footsteps were slightly wrong, and he picked up two swords in a row to hit the hidden weapon, and when he looked at it again, he lost the trace of the rat-eyed man.

"Left!"

You Shuang'er reminded urgently, Feng Zhiping didn't want to block the side sword, and with a loud wrist shock, he was also pushed away, and just moved half of his body before he could adjust his body, a silver snake suddenly appeared from the bottom and went straight to the lower abdomen.

At the last moment, he shrank his abdomen and folded his body into the word "human", the blade cut through his coat and swept dangerously, and his face sank like water without retreating, but advanced, and connected three swords at the moment of escape.

After more than ten years of repeated hard practice, the swordsmanship was stabbed out at the same time, and the rat-eyed man felt a silver clover bloom in front of him, his face changed greatly, and his double knives hurriedly returned to protect him, and his pace turned and retreated.

"Help!"

The swords intersected, the sword flower dissipated, Feng Zhiping greeted, and the sword handed over to his left hand.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Feng Zhiping's right arm trembling slightly unnaturally, the rat-eyed man was annoyed in his heart, Fang Cai's sword shocked his mind and made him instinctively retreat, and when he fought, he was shocked to realize that this person's sword moves were sharp but his internal strength was weak, and he was a wax head gun!

wanted to pursue, the sound of the sword behind him had arrived, and the rat-eyed man did not look back, a pair of mung bean eyes stared coldly at Feng Zhiping, and the right-handed knife backhand blocked the sword accurately, but the person's face changed greatly, and he staggered and flew away with a muffled snort.

Turning around in mid-air to look at You Shuang'er, the rat-eyed man was full of horror, and when he saw the girl chasing after him with a tiger face, he was in a state of confusion and screamed in panic.

"Come on, I'm going to die!"

The two swords were killed halfway to block the girl, the three swords exchanged swords and fought hard, and the arms of the two people who came to help hurriedly retreated, looking at You Shuang'er's eyes and the rat-eyed man in shock.

"Quasi-congenital?so young?!"

Hearing the words of the two, Feng Zhiping was stunned, and then saw You Shuang'er's sword without wind and faint streamers, and he was even more surprised.

After a few days of getting along, he had already understood that You Shuang'er's cultivation was not weak but it was by no means quasi-congenital, but at this time, all kinds of signs showed that she was indeed standing in front of the threshold of the innate realm, and even the aura of the sword was aroused, and I was afraid that it was not far from cultivating spiritual sense.

"You..."

Just about to ask, the girl swept her eyes coldly, and Feng Zhiping immediately shut up.

With the same body and a completely different temperament, this is not a stupid girl who lets him play, but a female devil who wants to take his life that night!

"Brothers, it's time for us to make a name for ourselves!"

The rat-eyed man licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes excited, and the other two also showed a vicious smile.

Cultivating like this at a young age, this woman must be a very important disciple of Diancang Mountain, this kind of person usually wants to kill and has to weigh the consequences, at this time, there is no need to scruple at all, as long as she can leave Milong Mountain alive, not only will she not be retaliated against if she kills her, but she can also be hyped up to increase her fame!

The more the three of them thought about it, the more excited they became, and they didn't know who shouted "up" first, and the three figures jumped out, and the two swords, two swords, and three roads were sealed.

"You're standing. ”

As soon as Feng Zhiping wanted to help, You Shuang'er stopped him coldly, and Long Sword Ping took the initiative to catch up.

Seeing the four of them fighting together, Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth and hesitated, but finally couldn't bear the girl to be in danger alone, so he stepped forward to help with his sword.

As soon as he got closer, a cold wind passed through the tip of his nose, and if he hadn't dodged quickly, his nose would have been cut in two.

"Stand down!"

The girl drank coldly, Feng Zhiping was so angry that she vomited blood, she really wanted to leave, but she couldn't rest assured, so she changed to sweep the formation to be ready to respond at any time.

The four of them fought very quickly, dozens of moves had passed in the blink of an eye, and the girl did not fall behind, but her face was gradually declining.

She has good strength, she will be able to win one-on-one, and she can fight against three, and she will finally be a little bigger.

Suddenly, the girl returned the sword before revealing the empty door, and the mouse-eyed man's eyes lit up, and the double knife turned into a snake to find a gap and stabbed it.

The tip of the knife was about to approach, the girl's face was extremely cold, and she was about to grit her teeth, but she saw the rat-eyed man scolding angrily and withdrew the knife and quickly dodged.

"Bastard boy, people don't appreciate you and you still lick your face and meddle, you belong to a leper dog?"

The rat-eyed man sneered, Feng Zhiping turned a deaf ear, and without saying a word, the sword moves were handed over even again, and the moves seemed to be old, but every move was not real.

The feeling of continuous emptying made the rat-eyed man bored, he knew that Feng Zhiping was playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, and he also wanted to hit it once to overcome it, but the two knives were half a step slower no matter how they sped up, and there were several times because the speed was too chaotic, and he was almost injured by You Shuang'er, which made him more and more annoyed.

"You hold her back, I'll clean up this kid first!"

The rat-eyed man greeted and pulled out to lure Feng Zhiping away from the battle circle, but Feng Zhiping turned around and killed him after a few steps, not giving him a chance to entangle himself at all, so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Perhaps because he recognized the status quo, You Shuang'er did not refuse again, and Ren Feng Zhiping melted into the battle circle, but he still had no intention of cooperating when he made a move.

Feng Zhiping was very annoyed, knowing that it was useless to say it, so he could only concentrate and try his best to cooperate, and reluctantly brought it into a stalemate.

Time passed little by little, the sound of fighting in his ears intensified, and the few people who withdrew first were blocked back, Feng Zhiping didn't dare to be distracted, but he still couldn't help his heart, they were completely surrounded.

If there is no help, my own life is...

Distracted, blood burst out on the right shoulder, and the wound was not deep but the internal strength was disturbing.

Feng Zhiping hurriedly withdrew to calm his qi and blood, the rat-eyed man didn't give him a chance, but he didn't want You Shuang'er to "find out in his conscience", and the two flying needles threw over and forced him back.

"Thank you!"

Feng Zhiping thanked him, and responded with a disdainful cold snort, the prince rolled his eyes secretly, and was about to go up again, when Chang Jiakang's cry suddenly came from his ears.

"Everyone, hold on! I've got reinforcements, they're coming, everyone... Hmmm!"

Before he finished speaking, he snorted, and peeked at it, and the familiar figure flew high and dragged out all the way to the bloodline.

"Reinforcements, huh! When they get here, all they see will be corpses!"

Niu Meng's sneer made the momentum he had just mentioned fall again, Feng Zhiping was in a gloomy mood, and when he saw the indifferent You Shuang'er, there was a trace of shame in his heart.

Young master, I'm the son of Feng Mo Xiu, I actually coaxed it just now, it's really a shame!

Oh yes, fight!

Gritting his teeth, he saw the opportunity, Feng Zhiping's arrow step sword was like lightning, and the sword blade pointed directly at the old enemy.

The rat-eyed man thought that he was going to make another false move, so he returned the knife and put his mind back on You Shuang'er, the clinker sword intersected and slammed down, Feng Zhiping's sword broke off and flew, and the rat-eyed man almost got out of his hand, and the empty door on the left side was wide open.

"Kill!"

There is no need to be reminded, You Shuang'er has already made a move, and the three-foot Qingfeng entered the gap.

The rat-eyed man was horrified, and seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he could only abandon the pawn to protect the handsome, and struggled to move his body to avoid his heart and send the shoulder socket up.

With a successful sword, You Shuang'er waited for the horizontal cut to mend the knife in the blood light, and the two helpers arrived in time to force him back, missing the opportunity to die.

"Dead boy, I'll kill you!!"

The rat-eyed man was completely furious, ignoring the heavy blow to his left shoulder, and chased after him with a single knife.

And Feng Zhiping had already turned around and started running when he landed, not cowardly, but because the sword was broken.

After a vicious fight, the remaining spirituality in the sword had already been drained, and the sword that had been reduced to mortal iron was vulnerable under the opponent's sword.

was chased, and the sword was broken, but he was in a good mood.

A desperate blow created an opportunity, he thought he would be seriously injured, and the clinker injury was far lighter than he imagined, and then he realized that his cultivation had quietly improved, how could he not be happy?

"Sure enough, actual combat is the best cultivation, just a little bit of kung fu has sucked the remaining spiritual energy dry, and if you change it to martial arts, you have to practice for at least half a day!"

Muttering secretly in his heart, Feng Zhiping rushed to the river beach, and at a glance saw two unsheathed long swords and a dagger leaning against a big stone, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you put the baby here, you don't know how to take it, you know how to fight and kill, a bunch of brainless idiots!"

Picked up one of the swords in his left hand, and when he turned around, he reached out with his right hand and held the dagger hidden under his arm.

"Die!"

The fierce light in the small eyes of the rat-eyed man was full of light, and the short knife meteor chased after the moon, seeing Feng Zhiping's face full of despair, he was depressed and extremely happy.

But just when the short knife was about to enter the flesh, Feng Zhiping's expression did not change, but his left hand, which seemed to be shocking, suddenly slammed the sword to the ground, his body moved two feet away to avoid the tip of the knife, and the dagger hidden in his right hand shot out, stabbing into the abdomen in the stunned eyes of the rat-eyed man.

"You..."

Only one word was spoken, and the rest of the words were blocked back into his throat by a series of stabs.

Feng Zhiping didn't say a word, learning the style of the Blood Knife Sect and mending the knife again and again for fear that people would not die, until the rat-eyed man's eyes were scattered and he collapsed on the ground and twitched weakly, and then he found that he also had a lot of cuts on his body, which were drawn by the rat-eyed man's dying counterattack.

Maybe it hurts too much, and the pain is lighter than expected, but the body is empty as if it has been drained, and I don't want to move.

Wiping his sweat and preparing to deal with the wound, a breathless voice suddenly came from the side.

"You... Internal force... How..."

Feng Zhiping was startled, hurriedly propped himself up and moved away a little, staring at the rat-eyed man's chest and abdomen were rotten and he was still angry, and he was extremely speechless for a while.

"Oh yes, this isn't dead, are you a cockroach?"

"Your cultivation... How... Up..."

spit out the last sentence vaguely, the rat's eyes were male, and he couldn't look at it.

Feng Zhiping was about to mend the knife, but when he saw this, he poked the knife twice to confirm that he was dead before he put his mind at ease, sat on the ground and tore off the strip of cloth from his pants to bandage the wound.

"Let you owe, let you sell me, I won't tell you! Grandma's, I knew that there was this, so I wouldn't give the clothes to that girl, now it's good, long pants become shorts, young master's face!"

His mouth was broken to relieve the pressure, and he suddenly heard a familiar Buddha horn in his ears.

"Amitabha, there is such a murder between the green mountains and green waters, it is really a great scenery. Can you listen to the little monk, put down the butcher's knife, and how about everyone sit down to drink tea and chat?"

Looking for prestige, the five monks did not know when they stood on the opposite bank, and the monk led by the monk held a Zen stick but had a pair of bamboo boards pinned to his waist, which was the grudge of having a relationship.

Feng Zhiping wondered, wasn't the reinforcement Chang Jiakang said about Diancangshan, but them?