The two sides are facing each other, and the moss is all over the place, like a row of arrows reaching into the sky obscured by dark clouds. The great shadow of twilight covered it, and the deep narrow ravine between the two cliffs became more and more swarthy.

This place is the southernmost Yingchou ditch of the sheep slaughtering set, and then a hundred miles to the south, it is out of the middle of the wilderness, close to the rich field where the dog is entrenched.

"Little Fat Sheep, how long will you have to wait?" The fat tiger lay on his back behind a boulder, fiddling with the big plate axe, and the corner of his eye secretly aimed at the oiled paper bag in Zhi Hunt's hand. The red and oily marinade of the sauce drips out of the paper bag, as if wafting out a burst of enticing fragrance.

He led Zhi Hunt Zhen all the way over, it took an hour, and he waited for a long time, and he was so hungry that he was close to his back.

"Wait until it's darker. Zhi Hunt really crouched beside the fat tiger, carefully looking at the guard tower dozens of feet away. The watchtower is erected on a rocky hill protruding from the bottom of the cliff, leaning on the toress, with one on each side, and a yak horn hanging on the watchtower. The four horse bandits stood on top of it, sometimes talking and laughing and scolding, sometimes looking around. As soon as someone approaches the entrance of the ravine, it is inevitable that they will not escape the notice.

The stockade of the king's hemp was hidden in the depths of the ravine.

"Little sheep, I still haven't figured it out, why don't we just overturn Wang Hemp, but go around so far to Yingchou Ditch?"

"To kill Wang Hezi, you have to face the forces behind him. This is also the reason why Wang Haozi only dared to block the door of Yihong Courtyard, and did not dare to break into the door and fight. Whoever blatantly violates the rules is against the four bosses of the sheep slaughterhouse. Zhi Jia Zhen said casually, he still has to slaughter sheep and hide for a while, how can he expose himself? But if Wang Haozi makes a big fuss, he will be found out sooner or later.

"Is it useful to kill these little minions?"

"There are about 100 horse bandits in the entire Yingchou Gully. Last time, we got rid of thirteen of them, and Wang Haozi took another twenty to Yihong Courtyard, and most of the horse bandits were nested in their lair. Kill them all, and Wang Hezi can only be reduced to a wolf that has lost its claws. ”

"Qiang-" A dazzling sword light broke through the twilight, and Liu Lingfeng's sword seemed to peel off with rust in an instant, shining with a blazing light.

Cui Zhihuan chuckled, his sleeves shook out, and the blood-red qi was like a river of blood, surging towards the sword light.

The crowd of spectators retreated far away, and a burst of cheers erupted, and the two wooden men finally began to fight. It's like Wang Haozi and Hong Lianxue, one dances and roars, the other points fingers, deceives everyone's attention, and doesn't fight for a long time.

Before the blood shadow and clear qi approached, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the blood qi actually rushed into the air. Cui Zhilian's expression changed suddenly, Liu Lingfeng's sword was actually just a phantom, the sword swayed around his waist, rusty stains, and he hadn't made a move yet.

Hearing Liu Lingfeng's long laugh, he pounced, and the rusty sword turned into a dazzling light, and lightning shot out.

Cui Zhilian's heart screamed badly, and in an instant, sharp points of light like a meteor shower covered his vision, fast and dense, and made a rain-like whistling sound.

Cui Zhilian's figure shook rapidly, dodging again and again, and there was no time to fight back. He didn't notice it for a while, lost the opportunity, and immediately fell into a passive beating.

Liu Lingfeng chased after him, and the Huifeng Dance Willow Sword Technique handed down by the descendants of the Liu family in Xishu unfolded vividly, a sword was faster than a sword, a sword was ruthless than a sword, fierce as a tiger, fierce and wild, and the original light and agile sword path was displayed beyond recognition.

"Hiss!" The sword light brushed, and a small hole was pierced in the hem of Cui Zhilian's robe. After a few more breaths, the sword qi roared violently, and a strand of Cui Zhilian's hair broke off and shattered into powder.

Cui Zhihuan screamed, and his body spun up suddenly, like a big bird soaring in the sky, sliding continuously in a zigzag shape in mid-air, forcibly casting the Blood Shadow Trace Body Method of the Blood River Sect with the vitality of a life, and finally passed the sword light line.

Liu Lingfeng suddenly stopped, standing in the middle of the long street, and the rain of swords in the sky gathered into a rusty sword, pointing at Cui Zhilian in mid-air. The sword qi is like an arrow on the string, leading but not triggering, locking the opponent's body.

Cui Zhihuan secretly complained bitterly, knowing that once he fell from exhaustion, he would be hit by Liu Lingfeng's earth-shattering blow. Helplessly, his whole body was running like a boil, and the sleeves of his robe were violently opened, spurting out billowing blood gas, covering his body like a thick mist.

The blood mist spread in all directions, quickly enveloping half of the street, emitting a pungent bloody aura. Cui Zhilian took the opportunity to float down, as soon as his toes touched the ground, he suddenly felt a chill in the pores of his chest, and the tip of the sword penetrated the dense blood mist and accurately found him.

Cui Zhihuan drank violently, his hands were like poisonous dragons piercing holes, rushing out of the wide sleeves, and two blood-red giant palm phantoms rose into the air, overwhelming the sky, it was the Great Blood Demon Technique!

"Boom", the sword palms struck, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the waves of air that exploded surged around. Cui Zhilian's mouth spurted blood, and it was projectile backwards. Liu Lingfeng snorted, the rusty sword swung down weakly, and the sword qi in his body was almost exhausted, making it difficult to take advantage of the victory to pursue for a while.

"Bang!" Cui Zhilian slammed into the door of a fat powder shop, the thick jujube wood door panel shattered and splashed, and the Great Blood Demon technique almost collapsed.

"Liu Lingfeng, are you about to refine your gods and return to the void?" Cui Zhilian staggered to the ground, his eyes shot a fierce light, and blood flashed on his face.

"Isn't Brother Cui just one step away?" Liu Lingfeng coughed lightly, and the depleted sword qi in his body was like a rain in a long drought, filling and soaring at an unprecedented speed, and the bottleneck leading to refining the gods and returning to the void was faintly loosened. Just be stimulated again, and you can break through the border!

"Good!good!good!" Cui Zhilian laughed bitterly, and the sound of the rushing waves of the river of blood came from his body. Breaking through the customs and entering the country, it is divided into four classes. The first level is the epiphany of heaven and man, and it is most ethereal and difficult to grasp by relying only on the spiritual Dao heart; the second is to fight for the death and break through the bottleneck in the line of life and death; the third level is to patiently cultivate and wait for the water to come to fruition; and the last level is to take pills and rely on the power of heaven and earth treasures to forcibly rush through the level.

Like Liu Lingfeng, Cui Zhilian is also facing a breakthrough. When the two duel, they both regarded each other as whetstones, and fought a way to refine the gods and return to the void from life and death.

With a flash of sword light, Liu Lingfeng swooped over, and at the same time, Cui Zhilian also frantically caught up, like two fierce bulls meeting on a narrow road and colliding with their horns.

The sword light bloomed, like electricity and rain, and the criss-crossing sword light only advanced and did not retreat, all of which were fierce and life-threatening, and Liu Lingfeng's ordinary and lazy playboy appearance was like two people. The Great Blood Demon technique became silent, feminine and changeable, and the ten bloody fingers twitched mysteriously, crossing a trace of blood that seemed to be substantial. Once the blood line touches the human body, it immediately drills into it and sucks up the essence and blood vitality.

The sword light and blood shadow are staggered, and the eyes are dazzled. Suddenly, thousands of sword tips disappeared together, and a powerful and grand sword light broke through in the void, slashing straight towards Cui Zhilian, which was the secret vacuum-breaking sword qi of the Sword Sect!

Cui Zhilian's figure suddenly froze, and the two huge blood techniques gently joined together, just holding the sword light firmly. A blood shadow was as fast as a ghost, rushing out of Cui Zhilian's Purple Mansion and rushing towards Liu Lingfeng!

"Blood God Son!" On the roof in the distance, a person had a hat on his head, and he exhaled softly, and the scar on his eyebrows stood upright. The face of this blood god was blurred, and it had not yet been completed, but as soon as the monk was pounced, he instantly turned into a dry corpse.

The Blood God Son instantly pounced on Liu Lingfeng, and the two were close at hand, but Liu Lingfeng's rusty sword was caught by the Great Blood Demon Technique, and it was difficult to pull it back.

Liu Lingfeng is finished. The hatper shook his head and was about to turn away, when suddenly, a miserable sword light emerged from behind Liu Lingfeng.

The smoke and rain are misty, the dream is like fog, and the sword light is like a lonely sigh, falling faintly between the eyebrows.

The blood god's eyebrows cracked, and he let out a baby's crying scream, which turned into wisps of blood smoke in the sword light, and dissipated.

Cui Zhilian's blood spurted wildly, and his face turned pale: "Sword Dao Law Phase! You actually realized the sword heart!"

Liu Lingfeng stood silently, and a trace of sadness that could not be dissolved appeared between his eyebrows: "Even if you have a sword heart, but the heart of the past is not available." Infinite sword qi surged from all over his body, and the sea of knowledge continued to extend to the spiritual world, and the bottleneck was quietly broken.

"You still can't forget that ten years ago!" Cui Zhilian laughed fiercely, his skin exploded, and a bloody ball of flesh jumped out, turning into a cloud of blood mist, flying outward at high speed, slapping it casually on the way, jumping onto the roof with his strength, countless tiles rose from under his feet, and covered Liu Lingfeng like a torrential rain.

"Blood Demon Disintegration Dafa!" "The Dou Lisa man muttered, the Blood Demon Disintegration Dafa is a technique of survival in death, once it is used, the vitality is severely damaged, the foundation is greatly damaged, and the road to promotion is almost cut off. Even if Cui Zhilian survives, he can only stop at the realm of refining qi and returning to God in his life.

Liu Lingfeng's rusty sword was gently unfurled, and the tiles shook one after another, falling like dust. Cui Zhilian's speed was extremely fast, and he disappeared into the distance in an instant, as if he was flying south.

"Plop!" A dried corpse fell from the horse, and the horse chopping knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", it was Wang Hezi. He was slapped casually by Cui Zhilian, drained his whole body's essence and blood vitality, and was killed on the spot.

Everyone looked at the strange light, and suddenly scattered in chaos, and more than a dozen figures chased Cui Zhihuan closely, like greedy vultures chasing carrion. The hat man sneered, although Cui Zhilian was seriously injured, his cheapness was by no means so easy to earn.

"In a place like the sheep slaughterhouse, a wolf without claws is a fat sheep. Whether it's other wolves, wild dogs, grass rats, reptiles...... They will all swarm on it, tear it to pieces, and enjoy a feast of carving up, without us having to do it ourselves. ”

"You make a lot of sense, I seem to understand something. The fat tiger rolled over and blinked his little eyes, "Little fat sheep, why don't you eat chicken legs?"

"The horse bandits have changed the guard!" said Zhen suddenly, unwrapping the layers of cotton cloth, holding the cold broken sword, and arching his back slightly.

In the gloomy twilight, the broken sword flashed a bleak glow.