Shen Rong walked to them more than ten zhang away and stood still, holding two small golden swords in his hands, his eyes pressed Liu Yidao, and he was silent.

Liu Yidao's eyes were as vicious as a beast, and he also glared at Shen Rong angrily, and he was also silent. It's just a person who is usually calm, and suddenly he is so tense, which can only prove that he is doing a battle of trapped beasts. His subordinates stood restlessly to his left and right, the steel blades and long swords in their hands trembling slightly.

Time seemed to stand still, the air seemed to freeze, but the blizzard was still telling them that it was all going on.

Suddenly, Liu Yidao shouted: "Rush!" With a sharp wave of his palms, he rushed towards Shen Rong first, and the rest of the people hesitated a little and then followed, the sword in his hand waved desperately, like a sword net sword flower that was as impenetrable as a sword to protect his body. They don't all have their own tricks, and it's even more extraordinary to let go of the fight to the death at this moment. But they are still the ones who fall. In an instant, Shen Rong sent six golden swords in a row, and they only saw a flash of yellow light, and in an instant, they reached their throats and chests, and the sword net they boasted of being impermeable was simply vulnerable, which they had just discovered at the last moment when they died.

Liu Yidao's palm was like a knife splitting the two golden swords that shot at him, and then splitting and shooting at the one next to his left hand, and then his left hand turned into a palm to grab the person and brought it over, and clicked on his arms numb points, and the palms pressed on his big vertebral points, and his body flashed behind him like lightning, pushing him towards Shen Rong and rushing away.

Liu Yidao knew that it was impossible for these people to block Shen Rongfei's sword blow, and only by grabbing a living meat shield in the fleeting interval of this blow could he rush to Shen Rong's five zhang and entangle him. Liu Yidao knew that his internal strength was much stronger, but his light skills were too far behind, and he couldn't grab it within five zhang, and his splitting palm couldn't entangle him, and he would definitely die.

Shen Rong was also slightly surprised by Liu Yidao's treacherous and viciousness, and the two small swords in his hand flew out at great speed, one hit the throat of the meat shield, and the other hit the top of the meat shield's head. said that it was too late, and then quickly, Liu Yidao was about to wilt at the tip of the sword through the throat of the meat shield, and his crotch body jumped high with a kick after kicking the meat shield, and his left foot was a little heavier on the top of the meat shield's head, and the whole person was suspended in the air, and his palms made the birth of Ping Juexue split the wind palm, and more than ten palms were split out in one breath, and the palm wind was like a knife, and the small sword that shot in the air was wrapped in Shen Rong at the same time, and his body was like a big bird and rushed towards Shen Rong. At this time, the weak body of the meat shield had just shriveled to the ground.

Shen Rong saw that his palm wind was like a knife, and slashed over, and his front, back, left, and right were all shrouded in his strong palm wind. With both feet on the ground, his body rushed forward, and he shot two small swords at Liu Yidao close to the ground, suspended his feet in the air and touched the ground a little bit, turned his body to face Liu Yidao, and shot out two more 'Golden Feather Swallows' to take him directly into his jaw. Liu Yidao's body barely dodged on one side, and he slashed a few palms with all his strength, and the moment his body landed, his palms were in severe pain, and two 'Golden Feather Swallows' ran through his hands.

Shen Rong stood a few feet away, holding the 'Golden Feather Swallow' in both hands, and the blood flowed down the palm of his hand to the blade, and then dripped into the snow and condensed into ice. The sheepskin jacket on his body had been cut like a knife in several places, and the fur that had been turned open closed and opened haphazardly with the cold wind. He was also wounded, and not lightly.

Liu Yidao, who splits the wind and breaks the soul, raised his palms, and two 'Golden Feather Swallows' ran through his palms. He smiled bitterly and looked at Shen Rong, and when he saw a pool of blood under Shen Rong's hands, his heart immediately became excited again. Lang Sheng said: "Shen Shaoxia, really fast, I don't know when I switched to the 'Golden Feather Swallow' of 'Grand Thief'?" He wanted to delay the time to weigh the weight of Shen Rong's injury.

Shen Rong raised his hand and wiped the blood on his jacket, and secretly pressed his sleeve to slow down the flow of blood. He knew that the old fox was weighing his injuries. He took a breath and said slowly: "My little golden sword has been thrown out, but I still can't restrain you, so I have to use my senior brother's 'Golden Feather Swallow', which is still easy to use!"

Liu Yidao raised his hands and said, "Is this to restrain the old decay? Shen Shaoxia also underestimated the 'splitting wind and breaking the soul'!"

"Heh, of course you can't, you can look at the ...... below"

Liu Yidao felt that the pain in his legs was no less than that of his palms, and he hurriedly looked down to see that the two blood holes were bubbling with blood, and his legs fell limply and sat on the snow. Ignoring the severe pain, the palm of the hand connected the acupuncture points around the wound on the leg to stop the bleeding.

Shen Rong sealed the acupoint of the wound on his arm and said, "Liu Daxia, which of us said was seriously injured?" His elbow secretly hit his left rib a few times. He didn't wait for Liu Yidao to reply: "Just now, you were too worried about your life, as long as you free up a palm to slash at my face, even if you can't kill me, your legs won't hurt so badly, let alone the two 'Golden Feather Swallows' on your palms." Hey, even if your palms weren't so desperate to make you so old, you wouldn't have caught up with the blade. You only need to take two or three steps back, and you might be able to win this fight!"

Liu Yidao blushed his face, lowered his head and busily looked at the wound on his leg, as if he hadn't heard anything, but no one was knocking in his heart. He sighed secretly: What he said was right! It was because he was too eager to achieve success, that he wanted to hit the enemy too much, and that he had made a fatal mistake.

Shen Rong was also bandaging his wounds, and the injuries under his ribs were the most serious. The secret point just now only slowed down the speed of blood gushing out, but the knife wound medicine could not be applied in front of this old fox, otherwise, the old fox would let go. The severe pain in the ribs was really unbearable, so he could only use a killing move at that time, but all his previous efforts in the past ten days of killing him were wasted. He turned around and still looked like a ghost, slowly walking into the depths of the storm and slowly disappearing in front of Liu Yidao. He walked with ease, but only he knew how hard it was to go.

Liu Yidao watched Shen Rong disappear into the storm in a daze, with a self-deprecating sneer in his eyes. After the beast is successfully hunted, the prey that is not dead will always be humiliated and tortured. He slowly climbed to the foot of the hill, where the fire had not been extinguished. But he didn't know that he had lost another good opportunity to turn defeat into victory, and the lost fighting spirit made him miss it all his life. If he could stay calm, it would be impossible not to see Shen Rong's shaky appearance.

Shen Rong lay on his back in the snow cave, his body motionless. The bonfire was blazing, the cave was as warm as spring, and his face was as white as paper, without blood. Had it not been for the groaning and trembling of a cough, he would have been lying there like a dead man. The placket under the ribs was open and wrapped in a thick cloth, and the blood was still oozing, and the placket was soaked with blood. 'It's still the eldest brother's gold sore medicine, such a serious injury...... Finally got a life back,' he was talking to himself again.

Shen Rong turned around and couldn't see Liu Yidao at the same time, and his body fell to the snow. He had climbed back into the cave he had dug beforehand, and he felt that the journey had been so long, and he was even more glad that he had foresight. The wound under the ribs was deep and bone-professed, and the flesh of the wound more than half a foot long was turned open, gurgling with blood. If you move, the pain under your ribs will be unbearable, and the wound on your arm will be insignificant in comparison.

With the last of his strength, he picked up a handful of red-hot 'Golden Feather Swallows' and pressed them towards the wound, and with a sound of "Ah!", he passed out......