The moonlight is white, sprinkled with light.

Han Feng was dressed in a white robe and was independent with a knife.

Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu sat on the ground with each other's arms, looking up at Han Feng's peerless figure.

"Brother Han?"

Zhang Kongyu subconsciously shouted Han Feng's name, and then shouted a warning.

"Be careful!"

A strong wind struck, and it was actually the leader of the swordsman behind him who was covered in blood, and he burst out through the means of violent blood, holding a broken knife in his hand and pounced with the intention of killing Han Feng.

However, Han Feng's "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" had already grasped his qi, only to see Han Feng slap out with a backhand, and the swordsman leader actually took this palm with his chest as if he had bumped into it, and staggered to his knees.

Blood continued to ooze from the blade wound on his shoulder, making his breath weaker and weaker.

"Oh, it's hard to stay alive now. ”

Han Feng looked at the swordsman leader kneeling in front of him and said with some sorrow.

Then, Han Feng looked at the few gray-clothed swordsmen left in the forest.

These swordsmen were locked by Han Feng's gaze, and their backs suddenly cooled, and they couldn't fight, nor did they escape.

Kicking the leader of the swordsmen who didn't have a few breaths left to the ground with a casual kick, Han Feng walked towards these gray-robed swordsmen and said, "I don't think you look like a killer with a will to die, why don't you go back to the Hanging Sword Division with me as a tainted witness, testify against the forces behind you, and save a life." ”

These killers glanced at each other, and in an instant, the blades reflected a cold light, and they were all inserted into each other's hearts.

Seeing this, Han Feng's body rushed forward, cutting off the blade of a gray-robed swordsman with a single sword, saving the gray-robed man under the knife.

Raise your hand to choke your throat, remove your chin, break your wrists and ankles, and a series of actions are easy to master.

Then dragged the gray-robed swordsman who looked like a dead dog to Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu: "You two can still walk, my courtyard is not too far ahead, go and rest for a while, and then tell me what happened to you during this time." ”

Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu looked at Han Feng, who had not been seen for a while, and looked like they had been reborn, nodded subconsciously, and followed Han Feng back to the small courtyard on the mountain.

Looking into the distance, the tower and the golden hall of the Hanging Sword Division are still brightly lit.

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, Han Feng threw the gray-clothed swordsman to the ground on the side, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Kongyu and the others.

"Two, please. ”

Zhang Kongyu helped Murong Lin into the courtyard and sat down, and Han Feng handed over two porcelain bowls with hot water.

Then he went into the kitchen, took out a water bladder from his bosom, and added half a liter of water to the pot where he was cooking.

Walking out of the kitchen again, Han Feng found that Zhang Kongyu's breath had calmed down a lot, and pulled over a bench to sit in front of them:

"You two, it's really good luck that you happened to meet me going out to fetch water, otherwise it is estimated that you will be taken away before the night guard of the Hanging Sword Division finds out. ”

Zhang Kongyu hurriedly made a fist clenching posture and said earnestly: "This is really thanks to Brother Han. ”

"Speaking of which, when we said goodbye at Pingfeng Ferry, didn't you go to Beiling Mountain to inform the Dongxuan Sect about the Taichu Dao?

Murong Lin and Zhang Kongyu glanced at each other, Zhang Kongyu sighed and said: "Alas, when Pingfeng Ferry was goodbye, Lin'er and I went to the Dongxuan Sect to report, and the head teacher of Shenxiao Palace, Cangxun, sent many Daomen disciples down the mountain to start a Daomen civil war with Taichu Dao.

Lin'er and I went down the mountain to Chaoyin City, the main city of Fuyuan Dao, to seek the protection of the Hanging Sword Division, but ...... The Hanging Sword Division is not stable. ”

"Huh?"

Han Feng was suspicious when he heard this.

"Brother Zhang means...... In the Hanging Sword Division of Fuyuan Dao, there are spies of the Demon Sect Sect? Or is it ...... The upper echelons of Fuyuan Dao are colluding with the Dajiang Gang?"

"I don't know......" Zhang Kongyu's expression was dejected, "We have clearly told the Hanging Sword Division all the matter, but we were still secretly attacked by the Dajiang Gang, and the Hanging Sword Division of Chaoyin City didn't care about this matter, so we could only flee from Chaoyin...... Running all the way to the headquarters of the Hanging Sword Division, Taichu Dao, Gu Du, and even the Dajiang Gang chased and killed them along the way...... Here it is...... There are only two people left, me and Lin'er. ”

Han Feng frowned when he heard this:

"Could it be that all the Hanging Sword Divisions that have left the country have been corrupted?"

As the strongest reliance of the imperial court to cleanse the evil spirits, if even the Hanging Sword Division is corrupted, then the incident that Zhang Kongyu and they fall into is probably no easier than the arrival of the evil god.

Suddenly, the weak Murong Lin suddenly thought of something, grabbed Zhang Kongyu's arm, and said to Han Feng: "Young Master Han, please be sure to quickly inform the senior management of the Hanging Sword Division, there are also masters of the Gu Capital who have come all the way to kill!"

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, Murong Lin had already seen his current skills just now, but he still wanted to emphasize that with the killer behind, I am afraid that he would indeed be a strong enemy.

At this moment, a strange frog chirping sounded outside the courtyard.

Zhang Kongyu suddenly seemed to recall something terrifying, and whispered: "She caught up!"

Suddenly, a ball of bats flew in from outside the courtyard.

Han Feng waved his knife in his hand, and the wind and snow rioted.

The sword flashed over, and the bat fell to the ground.

Han Feng jumped up with the induction of the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", jumped out of the courtyard wall, and rushed straight towards the person who controlled these Gu things.

Under the moonlight, a woman in a revealing red dress stood on the edge of a cliff, covered in strange lines.

Seeing Han Feng rushing out with a knife, the demon woman raised her hand, and dense strange flying insects flew out of her body.

Han Feng raised his palm, and the chaotic purple petals of the [Iron Palm Flying Flower] knocked the weird insect Gu in front of him to the ground.

A slash fell, and a bright silver light slashed at the woman's neck.

And the woman didn't dodge or dodge, letting Han Feng's blade come to her.

Faced with this strange scene, Han Feng's "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" suddenly gave birth to a warning, and Han Feng retreated in the air.

Seeing Han Feng retreating, the woman smiled treacherously, and a bloody hole suddenly bloomed in her shoulders and eyebrows, and three iron-gray weird Gu worms flew out.

The three evil Gu insects vibrated their wings and shot towards Han Feng like arrows, and Han Feng, who couldn't avoid it, had no choice but to take a full breath and cast a lion's roar.

"Roar!!

The strong sound wave was like a rolling tide, shaking the three Gu worms out.

After Han Feng landed, he stomped on the ground, and the [Sword Hexagram in the Snow] caused the wind and snow to change, and slashed at the woman's neck.

The woman's expression always maintained a strange smile, and in the face of Han Feng's sword light, she stretched out her left hand to block it.

After the light of the knife, the woman's wrist was cut off entirely, and the section of her arm spurted out thick turbid blood and gushed towards Han Feng's face.

Han Feng was shocked, and hurriedly raised his palm to disperse the turbid blood with the flying flower palm qi.

The blood stains fell to the ground, making a sound like sulfuric acid corrosion, and thick white smoke came out.

Han Feng staggered back, he didn't expect this woman to be so terrifying.

Look at the flesh and blood of this woman's left hand squirming, and slowly grow a brand new arm.

"What is this?"

Han Feng ran the "Zixia Cheats", and the purple gas around his body was steaming.

Another knife, the snow reflects the gossip.