The people who rushed forward to fight with Xiao Yuanqing were not idle people, if they were placed in the rivers and lakes, they would all be outstanding, but the mountain master had an order not to take Xiao Yuanqing's life, and they were inevitably afraid of the enemy when they were against the enemy, and they couldn't use all the tricks of the whole body, so it didn't take long for them to die under Xiao Yuanqing's hands.

The disciples of Jiangzhu Mountain who besieged Xiao Yuanqing had their own strengths, so that they had any blades, or long swords and short knives, or darts and hidden weapons, and their shouts of killing continued to echo in Yufeng Mountain.

But soon, the sound of corpses falling and wailing also reached the ears of the next wave of people who were about to attack.

Xiao Yuanqing did not use the short sword left by Zhuang Mengdie, but used his palm. In the middle of the night, even in the middle of summer, the mountain wind on Yufeng Mountain still makes people feel cold, and Xiao Yuanqing relies on this cold shadow Dafa, the palm wind is colder than the mountain wind.

With Xiao Yuanqing alone, his cold eyes and ruthless and resolute cold palm style played a deterrent role. Some disciples of Jiang Zhu Mountain looked at Xiao Yuanqing's clothes flying in the mountain wind, and they were already trembling under their feet, and they didn't dare to continue to step forward.

But there were still people who were fearless, and even aroused their aggressive heart and killing intent by Xiao Yuanqing's killing, they stepped on the blood and corpses of their fellow disciples and stepped forward to join the battle where people were constantly falling.

Xiao Yuanqing took out his palm very quickly, his body was like a ghost, and his plain robe was gradually stained with the other party's blood, more and more, more and more, until later, Xiao Yuanqing under the moonlight, wearing a dark red bloody clothes, was particularly mad in the cold moonlight.

Every time Xiao Yuanqing raised his palm, there would be a cold wind, followed by a bloody wind and blood rain. For nearly twenty years, he was imprisoned in a stone chamber that did not see the light of day, and his memory was imprisoned because he was unwilling to hand over Xiao's mental method, and even tried to tamper with his memory by imprisoning his memory, so that he would obey the caster's words.

These humiliations, these hatreds, completely erupted at this moment, making Xiao Yuanqing's shot faster, more accurate, and more ruthless. Over the years, Xiao Yuanqing has been living in the stone room in a daze, and Jiang Zhushan's disciples have never thought that the person who seems to be indifferent to everything and often has soft eyes would have such good skills and shoot mercilessly.

Xiao Yuanqing kept killing people who were close to him, he didn't have any bells and whistles, but simply raised his hand and palmed out to kill people. In the whistling cold mountain wind, Xiao Yuanqing's eyes showed a cold light, and the black hair rose, and the killing intent was full of murderous intent.

When his clothes were flying, Xiao Yuanqing never hesitated to take out his palm, and he would not be soft in the face of the murderous Jiang Zhushan disciples. The gradually thick smell of blood spread in the wind, and even Xiao Yuanqing didn't know that after killing many people, the disciples of Jiang Zhu Mountain finally stopped stepping forward rashly, but raised their blades to surround Xiao Yuanqing who was standing on the top of the mountain.

"The mountain lord has received the news that he is coming here, and the rest of the reinforcements will arrive soon, we don't have to worry, Xiao Yuanqing has consumed so much internal strength, and when our reinforcements arrive, he won't be able to support it for long. ”

"Yes, if he continues to consume like this, sooner or later he will have to be caught!"

"I thought I could escape from our Jiangzhu Mountain, but our Jiangzhu Mountain didn't come just when he said he would, and he would leave!"

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Jiang Zhushan's disciples were shocked by Xiao Yuanqing's exercises, and they didn't dare to step forward again, but their morale was still high, and they said a word to me at the bottom, so as to dispel the fear in their hearts.

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Zhuang Mengdie and Qi Xiangchen rode their horses to Yufeng Mountain, Zhuang Mengdie didn't know why, the closer she got to Yufeng Mountain, the more uneasy she felt in her heart, she had a premonition in the dark, that is, Xiao Yuan was really in Yufeng Mountain, and at this moment on Yufeng Mountain, it must be a bloody fight.

finally accepted Xiao Yuanqing's father from the bottom of his heart, and he must not lose him. Zhuang Mengdie's heart was in turmoil, galloping on her horse, she couldn't let Xiao Yuanqing have anything to do, she had no father in the first half of her life, she couldn't let her have no father in the second half of her life, if her father died this time, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to forgive herself in this life, after all, if it wasn't for her arrival, if she hadn't recalled Xiao Yuanqing's memory, if she hadn't planned this hasty escape, Xiao Yuanqing wouldn't have ended up like this.

No, Qi Xiangchen can't be let know that Xiao Yuanqing has recovered his memory, even if maybe he has already suspected himself, but Qi Xiangchen must not admit it before he says it, in case he doesn't have conclusive evidence yet.

Calm, calm!

Zhuang Mengdie forced herself to calm down, otherwise, with fewer enemies and more enemies, she and Xiao Yuanqing would never be able to escape from the encirclement of many disciples in Jiangzhu Mountain alive, not to mention that with Qi Xiangchen present, Qi Xiangchen could also use Yu Zhouwan's skills for his own use through Gu worms. Nowadays, there is outwitting, but there is no ability to fight.

Finally, Yufeng Mountain had appeared in front of her, and the reason why Zhuang Mengdie was sure that it was Yufeng Mountain was because it was still far away, and she had already smelled the smell of blood blowing in the wind, as well as the faint light of torches halfway up the mountain and above, as well as the noisy shouting and shouting of killing.

"Brother Zhouwan, there are really a lot of people on Yufeng Mountain, it seems that the disciples of Jiangzhu Mountain have found my father, but I don't know what Xiao Yuanqing is doing here?" Zhuang Mengdie stabilized her mind, pretending to look at Qi Xiangchen with a puzzled look and asked.

"Your father has lost his memory all these years, and he has been living in a state of confusion, and sometimes when someone mentions the past and stimulates him, he will go crazy, so I have to imprison him. Now, I'm afraid that he was stimulated by something and ran out, don't worry too much, let's go up the mountain to see your father together. Qi Xiangchen gently comforted Zhuang Mengdie.

Zhuang Mengdie looked at Qi Xiangchen's face without any abnormality, and for a while he was not sure whether he already knew about her and Xiao Yuanqing's plan, so he had to take a step at a time, and nodded again and again in agreement.

There is still nearly a kilometer away from the foot of Yufeng Mountain, Zhuang Mengdie has already let go of the reins, she did not dismount, but directly turned over, her toes borrowed a little force on the horse's back, jumped up, and her body went to the top of Yufeng Mountain like the wind. Qi Xiangchen knew that Zhuang Mengdie wanted to see Xiao Yuanqing's heart, so he followed closely behind, chasing Zhuang Mengdie's figure to the top of Yufeng Mountain without his feet.

The two figures swept by one after the other, and on the way up the mountain, Zhuang Mengdie saw a lot of Jiang Zhushan disciples lying on the ground, but she had no intention of caring about how many people died in Jiang Zhu Mountain, she just wanted to know how Xiao Yuanqing was doing now, and was besieged by so many people, whether he was injured.

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