Late at night, in the jungle.

The night wind is raging, carrying a lot of fallen leaves.

Dozens of gray-clad masked men followed along with slender blades.

Suddenly, the wind calmed down, and the swordsmen stopped.

"Leader, if you chase it again, you will reach the realm of the Hanging Sword Division. ”

A gray-clothed swordsman came up to the leading swordsman and said.

The lead swordsman raised his hand and made a forward gesture:

"No, there is an order from the peak, we must catch that pair of men and women, sneak in quickly, and take people away before the Hanging Sword Division reacts!"

"Yes!"

......

In the dense forest, a man and a woman are rushing to hold on.

The woman in the blue and white wide-sleeved long skirt was pale, and the dress was covered with blood, and she ran all the way with the support of the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

"Lin'er, hold on, we're almost to the Hanging Sword Division!"

Zhang Kongyu's face was pale, and he was also deeply injured internally, and he helped Murong Lin to make the two of them walk unfast.

"Empty Fish...... They're about to catch up, you go!"

Murong Lin was dragged away by Zhang Kongyu, but he tried his best to push Zhang Kongyu away.

A man and a woman are actually Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu, who were separated from Han Feng in Pingfengdu.

The two of them ran towards the headquarters of the Hanging Sword Division, bringing up fallen leaves among the trees.

Suddenly, the knife light arrived.

Three slender blades were shot out as hidden weapons, stabbing at Murong Lin's back!

Zhang Kongyu sensed the attack of the blade, and at the time of the crisis, he pulled Murong Lin towards him and dodged the attack of the blade.

However, because of this pause, dozens of gray-clothed swordsmen had all surrounded them.

The cold moon reflects the cold light, and the blade is cold.

The killers were silent, without superfluous words, and instantly intertwined a huge web of sword light and shrouded the two.

Murong Lin was seriously injured and could not respond to the enemy. The black long sword in Zhang Kongyu's hand suddenly came out of its sheath to deal with the evil in front of him.

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are suddenly intertwined to draw a night battle picture scroll.

As soon as the sonorous handover, Zhang Kongyu repelled the swordsman in front of him, and then turned around and waved his sword to swing a black sword screen, forcing the gray-clothed swordsman who intended to attack Murong Lin in the rear to retreat.

A sword touched the ground, and a circular sword qi rose on the ground, protecting Murong Lin in the middle, and then rushed into the gray-clothed swordsman to fight.

The black sword body swung firmly and resolutely, raised its upper block to block the three thin knives slashed by the cloak, and then slashed forward with the sword, cutting off the wrists of the three gray-robed swordsmen.

The sword light secretly attacked, and a gray-robed man attacked from behind with a sword, Zhang Kongyu noticed this situation, and rolled on the spot, covered in dust and mud to avoid the fatal crisis.

A group of gray-clothed swordsmen surrounded Zhang Kongyu when he was rolling on the ground, slashing with knives.

Zhang Kongyu hurriedly used a superior sword move, and a dense red sword light erupted from the whole person, forcing the swordsmen to retreat one after another.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Kongyu was about to get up with a carp, and the leader of the swordsman suddenly came out, and suddenly kicked Zhang Kongyu in the abdomen with a volley, causing him to spit out a mouthful of bitter water in an instant, and rolled on the ground several times.

The black sword ring that was holding Murong Lin dissipated instantly because of Zhang Kongyu's injury, and Murong Lin quickly ran to Zhang Kongyu and hugged him.

"Kuyu, how are you. ”

Zhang Kongyu was kicked in the spleen and stomach, and he couldn't speak, but his face was pale and he smiled at Murong Lin reluctantly.

"Take it away!"

This swordsman is really well versed in the rules of the villain's role, all the way obscene and low-key, never said much, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the gray-robed swordsman to step forward and take the man and woman away.

But just as the time was about to end, a night breeze blew.

The clouds open in the sky, and the moon is bright.

"Several murderers have been killed at the door of my Hanging Sword Division, it seems that they didn't take the court into account~"

A sword aura came from far and near, forcing the gray-robed swordsman who wanted to get close to Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu to retreat.

Dozens of gray-robed swordsmen all set their eyes in the direction where the sword light came from.

Dressed in a white robe with a sword and a cold moon treasure knife, the tough young man slowly stepped in.

A gray-robed swordsman quietly came behind the leader of the swordsman and said quietly: "Leader, wearing a white robe, is the ...... of the Hanging Sword Division."

The swordsman leader's face sank like water, and he fell into an inner entanglement, and finally bowed to Han Feng, and said humbly: "Returning to this lord, these two people are the unending mortal enemies of my [Dajiang Gang], and it is really a last resort for us to chase into the realm of the Hanging Sword Division, I beg your lord to be accommodating, let me and others take people away." ”

Zhang Kongyu, who fell to the ground, recognized Han Feng, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to call out Han Feng's name, but was stopped by Murong Lin.

Han Feng turned the blade in his hand and flatly refused: "If you want to take people away from the Hanging Sword Division realm, do you think it's possible?"

The leader of the swordsmen looked embarrassed, but still bowed again: "In this case, the little ones will retire." ”

After speaking, the leader of the swordsmen motioned for the swordsmen to retreat and leave.

"Eh, I did...... Let you go?"

Han Feng's figure moved instantly, and he burst into a knife.

The snow fell with the light of the knife, and the knife move of the [Sword and Sword Hexagram in the Snow] appeared in the moonlight, and the throat was sealed with a knife.

In front of a gray-robed swordsman who fell to the ground, Han Feng calmly slashed his sword, looked at the swordsman in front of him with contempt, and said mockingly: "If you offend the abbot, you still want to leave?"

The leader of the swordsmen knew that there was no way to avoid it, and immediately ordered: "Do it!"

Dozens of gray-robed swordsmen moved out of the siege formation, surrounded Han Feng in the middle, and wandered away in a ring, with a murderous aura lurking.

However, the leader of the swordsmen knew that the ability of the Hanging Sword Division to hold the sword could not be resisted, and looked at the rear environment to find a way to escape.

Han Feng was at this moment, and the sword light rose with his movements.

The raging sword qi is surging in all directions like a tide, surging and surging!

Han Feng dances the knife, and he is angry!

[Bafang Tibetan Knife Style] The extreme sword qi impacted, and the nearby gray-clothed swordsmen retreated violently.

Han Feng followed closely with the knife.

Han Feng's "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" affected the qi and spirit of everyone present, and no one had the heart to resist under Han Feng's knife.

The blood stained the knife light, Han Feng's body did not stop, his hands did not stop, one step at a time, he slashed and killed casually all the way, and dozens of gray-robed swordsmen were killed by Han Feng in the blink of an eye.

Only three or five gray-robed swordsmen who did not dare to step forward were left to follow behind the leader of the swordsmen.

At this time, the leader of the swordsmen also saw that although Han Feng's martial arts were extraordinary, he had not reached the point where the real Hanging Sword Division held the sword, which made people completely unable to resist it.

The ferocity in my heart ignites, and I stab you in the air!

The goal, however, is ...... Zhang Kongyu and Murong Lin on the ground!

The idea of the leader of the swordsman is good, and he may not be able to beat Han Feng, but it is a profitable deal to take down Zhang Kongyu and the two of them as a coercion first.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the leader of the swordsman pressed down with the sword light.

"Boom!!"

The leader of the swordsmen felt a huge force blocking the sword light in his hand, and fixed his eyes to see that Han Feng was already blocking in front of him.

"You also use a knife?"

Han Feng looked at the leader of the swordsmen and asked coldly.

The leader of the swordsmen was intimidated by Han Feng's eyes, and his heart panicked, and the "Heavenly Son Wangqi Technique" infinitely expanded the fear in his heart, causing his whole person to seem to have lost the will to resist.

Han Feng added strength to his hand, and with a bang, he cut off the slender blade of the swordsman leader, reached out and grabbed the fallen broken knife, planted it into the shoulder of the swordsman leader, and subdued him.

turned around and looked at Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu:

"Long time no see, two. ”