Until Yinan Xing's temples turned pale and he became one of the few people standing at the top of the martial arts, he still felt that the hammer that Yi Ku Fang swung out that day was unparalleled in the world.

That day, in the light of the fire, Yi Nanxing limped away from the small city that was later called the Fire God Shrine with white hair on his back and no longer breathless.

Until Yi Nan Xing bought a spirit horse in a nearby town, carried a sword and a hammer, and returned south with Yi Ku Huang, no one dared to stop him.

Because of this hammer, the war between Feng Yongjiang and the Yi clan in the north came to a standstill. After Yi Nan Xing returned to the Yi clan's territory, the Yi clan was full of troops. When he saw the corpse of Yi Ku Ci, he showed his old age, and when he handed over the handsome seal to Yi Nanxing, he retired on his own, and guarded the tomb for Yi Ku Ci for the rest of his life.

The power of the Yi clan is overviewed by Yi Nan Xing alone, and Yi Nan Xing forcibly tempered the meteor star, and the first artifact in the world was fused with his own original divine sword. Yi Nanxing could feel that he had obtained the weapon he wanted to change his life, and soon he completely cured Yi Caiwei's illness by transferring his life.

It's like, life is finally back on track.

But Yi Nanxing can always think of that amazing and glamorous young man with a clean mind, the two of them who fought side by side that day, their faces covered with blood, the scolding and scolding of the child, and the free and easy way he swung the last hammer without half hesitation.

Arrogant and domineering, he is chivalrous, but he is the first class in the world.

With the artifact in hand, it seems that he can finally take a breath, and he can no longer worry so much about his star fate. But the way to transfer his life can only save the living, not the one who pushed him away at the last moment, was full of gray hair, and went to his death.

Yi Nanxing, not so happy.

In front of him, Yi Nanxing felt that he was just a clown. The higher the cultivation, the more military books are read, and the more dirty the mind becomes.

He suddenly remembered the white-clad swordsman who had once crossed his world.

Sitting in a handsome position, the point will be armed, and the strategy will be strategized...... But he will no longer be able to defeat the two of you with a hammer and a sword.

"I am not worthy of a sword, nor am I worthy of a hammer. I'm probably the lowest person in the world, just like that national teacher, so let's make a staff too. Always introspect, everything is back to dust. ”

Dressed in an ice-patterned robe, he looked at the south and felt a little sad:

"Guanglan ascends to the high nature of the clean, and the ice is the soil and jade for the basin. The horses were all passers-by, and the young man scolded Fang Yu angrily. ”

......

Feng Qingtong's lips were pale, his head was sweating profusely, and he was committed to a small cave and barely exercised his breath. He was now as depressed as a beggar, his original snow-white robe was not cleaned in any place, and his body was covered with deep and shallow scars. But the most shocking thing was the penetrating wound on the chest that almost hurt the heart, and the wound had begun to fester, emitting the stench of pus. A few mosquitoes buzzed around, waiting for the person to stop breathing completely, so that they could take a sip of the bright blood as soon as the corpse did not stiffen......

Situ Jiurang seemed to be able to see through his walking tracks, and no matter where he hid, he could find his location exactly like a hunting dog. Every time they encounter, they won't spare their hands at all, and Feng Qingtong will definitely leave new scars on his body. Once discovered, even if he was in the downtown area, Situ Jiurang and his entourage would not have any scruples, so Feng Qingtong simply only looked for the mountains and wilderness to travel.

After escaping until now, Feng Qingtong has completely lost his way, and only knows that he is roughly fleeing north.

The next time he was discovered, Feng Qingtong didn't feel that he still had the strength to continue to escape. His wounds were constantly deteriorating, if it weren't for his physical fitness being good enough, there would be no need for Situ Jiurang at all, and these injuries on his body would have been enough to send him back to the West.

He could vaguely feel that he couldn't get to Zhenbei, and he didn't have a chance to see her again.

For almost a month, he didn't even eat anything decently.

When I opened my eyes, my eyes were bloodshot and faintly black.

Chasing it again.

With a slight wave of his hand, the buzzing noise in the entire cave disappeared in an instant, and the world finally cleared up. Feng Qingtong came to the entrance of the cave according to the wound, looked at the lush mountains and forests, and suddenly thought that it was not so difficult to accept to die here. Of course, the premise is that the vicious dogs have to be buried with him.

Suddenly, Feng Qingtong saw a burst of strange light on the top of the mountain in the distance. His eyes widened in an instant! It was a formation! Moreover, it was a light that he couldn't be more familiar with!

Childish Mountain!

Feng Qingtong smiled heartlessly, and his figure disappeared into the cave little by little with a puff of black smoke. At this time, I knew that the secret method taught by Old Man Gao was quite good, and I must thank him if I had the opportunity If I can survive, Feng Qingtong thought so.

Of course, the more important thing is to kill more of those bastards.

Feng Qingtong followed the bright light, and the surrounding scenery became familiar little by little.

At the bottom of the mountain, there is a striking boulder, and the handwriting on it is still clearly visible:

"Don't disturb the idlers, life and death are at your own risk. ”

**The killing intent revealed by the naked is still undiminished, and even birds and beasts will avoid it.

With a flick of his hand, the handwriting on the stone was erased. Feng Qingtong was in a complicated mood and walked up the stairs along the mountain road. Feng Qingtong, who was already a little crazy, went to the top of the mountain, and his heart became more and more peaceful.

There was a small stone platform on the mountainside, where he often came to drink with Simon;

Further up, there is a separate maple forest, where he and Yu Youwei walk most often;

A little further, near the courtyard of the house, there is a small pool, and the three of them once put some crucian carp into it together, but I don't know if they have grown up, or they have all run away;

Gently pushing open the courtyard door, some green shoots appeared in the small recipe, I don't know if it was grass or vegetables. With Yu Youwei's technique, it should be grass......

Feng Qingtong sat quietly at the small stone table in the courtyard, not because he didn't want to take a closer look, but because he couldn't walk anymore. The young man in the white shirt and the long sword in the past returned with scars and despair today, without a sword and no wine.

The silence was broken by the shouts at the foot of the hill, and the hounds followed the smell. Presumably, the mountain was already surrounded by clusters at this time.

The formation on the mountain, without anyone presiding over it, can prevent the Dragon Leap Realm is already the best formation, and it is definitely impossible to prevent Situ Jiurang and his party from several transformation realms. Moreover, Dongcang's chemical habitat is definitely not as parallel as Mangjin.

Feng Qingtong sighed, stood up, and slowly paced in the courtyard, every time he paced, there were formation lines lit up under his feet, and Feng Qingtong's face became even paler. When the golden light of the formation protected the entire mountain in it, Feng Qingtong was already drenched in sweat, and the whole person was almost collapsed, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden. There was a golden miscellaneous spiritual power flickering on his chest, causing pus and blood to flow out of Feng Qingtong's chest again.

At the foot of the mountain, he grew up in Mangjin since he was a child, and he is also a division that is deeply versed in the formation

After a long time, nature can see that this mountain is dangerous. The group waited at the foot of the mountain and did not venture forward.

At this time, Situ Jiurang finally saw the general situation, clapped his hands and laughed:

"Nine Yuan Fu Spirit Array!Hahahaha, Feng Qingtong, I happen to know this formation, I'm afraid that the sky is going to kill you today!"

"The southern side of the formation, three or five return to the yuan, at this time spring and summer intersect, the heaven and earth thunder and water are full and the fire is weak, and the red bird is not prosperous. ”

"Liu Shanquan, Yisi, follow me to attack from the south!"

Originally, there were five people in the court, but now there are three of them, two of whom are killed by Su Shangqing in one go, and Guangjun followed Su Shangqing to the south. Situ Qiu happened to transfer several of the Habitat Warriors he had promoted back to the Dynasty from the north, and these people took the place of those who had become the fodder for the Ghost Scepter and stayed in the Dynasty to take care of the aftermath.

The biggest surprise was Ren Xiang, who was also one of the four great masters, and he couldn't bear Feng Qingtong's sword of hatred.

Situ Jiurang stood at the foot of the mountain with a few people, looked up at the hill that was not too high, and there was an evil smile on his sickly face:

"That's good, this is enough to be the opponent of our company! The same two climb to the top, let's see today, who can have the last laugh!"

"Attack!"

At the sound of the order, the breath of several people soared, and without any strength, they quickly climbed up the mountain.

Feng Qingtong had his own sense on the top of the mountain, and when he stomped on his feet, the golden light loomed at the foot of the mountain, and there were countless sword qi vertical and horizontal, wanting to strangle those few people who went up the mountain in the mountain.

The realm of several people on the mountain is not low, blocking and dodging left and right, and they are still climbing up. Situ Jiurang took the lead in holding the Ghost Scepter, and after this evil wand devoured several powerful souls, it was obviously taken to the next level. Situ Jiurang used this as a basis to open the way forward, and there was a tendency to be indeserved.

Feng Qingtong took a deep breath and stomped again, the birds in the mountain were startled, and a golden sword light condensed from the top of the mountain.

Situ Jiu made the others froze, and the cold hairs on their bodies suddenly rose!

"Guiyuan Prisoner Killing Array!"

"More than a while, retreat!"

The golden light giant sword slashed down and suddenly arrived in front of everyone's eyes!

Situ Jiurang gritted his teeth, got up more and more, and a long staff crossed the air, slammed up, and ate the blow raw.

The blood was surging, and several people fled down the mountain in embarrassment.

At the top of the mountain, after a blow, Feng Qingtong's chest spilled a lot of blood, and he was weak and sat on the ground. Even if he borrows the power of heaven and earth, someone needs to lead after all, and if it continues like this, it will still be him Feng Qingtong who will die.

Situ Jiurang obviously also knew the truth, and the attacks never stopped, just to consume Feng Qingtong to death on this mountain.

He was seriously injured and fled for more than a month, and spent some days on the mountain, counting it, Feng Qingtong has been on the run for two months since he attacked and killed the palace.

It's getting hot, and it's summer.

Feng Qingtong leaned against the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, surrounded by the wine he had buried when he left. When he left, he buried it alone, but he didn't expect that now he was opening the altar to drink alone. It's a bad wine, and it doesn't seem to get better after burying it for so long. It's even a little bitter to drink.

Wouldn't it be much better if I had chosen not to go down the mountain like that at the beginning......

Eventually, it will not be available.

Feng Qingtong closed his eyes slightly, and he sat still, completely exhausted, quietly waiting for his death.