Out of the dense forest, Mo Feng walked a few steps back, and then he arrived on the flat avenue.

Before, Mo Feng fought against the Vicious Dog Cave Master, the masters of the Golden Crow Sect, and a group of vampires one after another, killing the monster Chimera, and now he was in a hurry to go. At this time, he only felt that there was a thousand catties under his feet, and he didn't feel that he had walked such a long way when he was chasing the evil dog cave master. Mo Feng's body, legs and feet were a little tired, so he bought a horse from the wild shop next to the road, first, to save his leg strength, and secondly, to rush back to Longcheng as soon as possible.

After galloping for less than a moment, Mo Feng heard the sound of hooves behind him, and it seemed that three or five knights were catching up from behind, their horsepower was fast, and they would soon be able to catch up with Mo Feng. When the people behind him passed by, it turned out to be five people from the bloodthirsty gate, dressed in a black robe and mask, and they didn't even look at Mo Feng when they were in a hurry.

On weekdays, Mo Feng was sure to shoot a few people. But at this time, he didn't want to entangle with these vampires, and just hurried on his own.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound of horses and shouting behind him, smoke and dust billowed out, Mo Feng looked back, and two teams of bloodthirsty men galloped over. When everyone passed by Mo Feng's side, they not only looked sideways at him, but exchanged words with each other, and then hurried to continue their journey.

A faint uneasiness gradually rose from Mo Feng's heart, these people were in a hurry, and they were all bloodthirsty, I don't know what their plans were? Could it be that so soon, as Xiao Liang said, there was going to be a move to sabotage the plan of the three factions alliance.

Mo Feng didn't know the next step of the Bloodthirsty Gate, and couldn't help but deliberately slow down the speed of the horses, wanting to see how many people were coming to Dragon City to gather in the back. Not long after, someone came on horseback. However, there was only one person, a middle-aged man with a beard. Judging from his black-robed clothes, there is no doubt that he must be a bloodthirsty person.

When the man passed by, he was not in a hurry like the people in front of him, but he was more interested in Mo Feng. With a neighing of horses, he stopped, crossed the horses in front of him, and blocked Mo Feng's way.

"Little brother, are you also rushing to Dragon City?" The man stepped forward to talk quite politely, with a humble attitude that was deeply hidden, and Mo Feng didn't know how to answer for a while.

Seeing him hesitate, the middle-aged man still laughed to himself: "Holding a three-foot Qingfeng, he is plainly dressed but has the authentic internal strength of the Xuanmen, and his true qi is pure and peaceful... Your Excellency is the young man who recently defeated the prestige of the Vicious Dog Cave and destroyed the Vicious Dog Cave alone, right? The owner of the Vicious Dog Cave is my slave, and I can't sense it, and I must have killed you. ”

Mo Feng couldn't help but be surprised when he saw out his identity, and what was even more surprised was the identity of this middle-aged man: he said that the Vicious Dog Cave Master was his servant, so wouldn't he be...

"Under Yuan Ximu, the helmsman of the bloodthirsty gate Dragon City rudder. He reported to his home and confirmed what Mo Feng thought.

Unexpectedly, today, on the official avenue dozens of miles away from Dragon City, he met the biggest principal of the Bloodthirsty Gate in Dragon City, the helmsman of Dragon City-Yuan Ximu.

Mo Feng pushed the long sword and said awe-inspiringly: "Lord Yuan, what you have done in Dragon City, but everyone in the rivers and lakes has a side-eyed eye, and they despise it in their hearts, I hope you will stop it as soon as possible, don't let him regret today's incident in the future!"

"Hahaha. Yuan Ximu looked up to the sky and smiled: "What else do I want to say." I thought you were the number one person, but who would have wanted to say these clichés. Oh, this kind of decent hypocrisy, I am disgusted when I hear it!"

Mo Feng couldn't help but say angrily when he heard this: "What did you say?"

He glanced at Mo Feng and continued: "What's the matter? You say that what I do in the Bloodthirsty Sect is despised, but in addition to sucking human blood, what we do is different from the other sects of the Dragon City Martial Arts? It's just that you kill with knives, we kill with our teeth, and you see us vampires as aliens. ”

Mo Feng was robbed of his white, and he couldn't find anything too convincing to refute him, so he had to say vaguely: "Justice is in the hearts of the people, and you don't have to be clever again." ”

"Hmph! Why bother to speak of yourself in a high-sounding manner, and why bother to find any more axioms and righteousness, and then use this to cause us to die, it is better to do it directly, to be happy. Fang Jie: If you kill my people, I will never let you go today, and if you take Yuan's head, the time is perfect at this moment. As soon as the words fell, Yuan Ximu jumped off the horse, and at the same time, blood sprinkled on the yellow sand, and Mo Feng's mount suddenly screamed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Mo Feng was startled and hurriedly jumped off the horse. Since the other party had already made a move, he was not polite, drew his sword and pointed obliquely, and quickly attacked Yuan Ximu.

Mo Feng's sword aura was dazzling, and with one move, all the major points around Yuan Ximu were shrouded in sword shadows. Yuan Ximu stood with his hands in his hands, and he didn't move.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into his chest, Yuan Ximu's body instantly deformed, turning into a bright "blood wall", Mo Feng's sword momentum was not gone, and he cut through the blood wall directly.

I saw the wall of blood split in two, condensed into a fist in mid-air. One left and one right, attacking Mo Feng from both sides, smashed his head fiercely!

Mo Feng's long sword slashed through a beautiful silver-white arc, and with two "dangdang" sounds, the left and right fists were knocked away. The bright red fist that bounced apart merged in front of it again, stretching into a long line of light and shadow. Like a red practice, it flew around Mo Feng's body, spiraling and rising into the air.

In the process of rising again, the blood pillars that continued to emerge from the "Red Practice" quickly hit Mo Feng's body, and Mo Feng hurriedly swung his sword to block it, barely repelling countless blood pillars. But there were still fish that slipped through the net: a pillar of blood pierced Mo Feng's right shoulder, and a pillar of blood scratched Mo Feng's thigh.

In the end, Yin Hong's long practice converged into a sphere and hung in the air, flying straight to Mo Feng a few feet away, "brushing" the ground, as if opening the blood-colored red curtain and falling to the ground, turning back into Yuan Ximu's body. His hands were still stained with blood—it was Mo Feng's blood.

Yuan Ximu raised his hand to his mouth and licked it with his tongue, which seemed to arouse his madness even more. He smiled coldly, baring his fangs, and his eyes turned red.

"Your blood excites me, it's been a long time since I've encountered such a painful fight;

Mo Feng stopped the bleeding from his wound, but the shock completely overshadowed the pain on his body, he had never seen such a strange martial arts technique, and a tremor that he had never felt before suddenly exploded in his heart.

"Such a strong body martial art, could this be the true strength of the Blood Demon Skill of the Bloodthirsty Sect?" he muttered incredulously.

"Haha, what is this! I'm just the fifth level of the Blood Demon Skill, which is nothing compared to the realm that our three major blood kings and sect masters have cultivated. Yuan Ximu began to laugh at his shallow knowledge.

In fact, it's no wonder that Mo Feng, the blood demon skill of the bloodthirsty door is the martial arts of the upper four grades, because the heart method and moves are combined into one skill, so both of them are four grades, and Mo Feng's sword technique and the inner saint and outer king skills are of the same grade, and they are equal.

Those minions and cave masters who had encountered the Bloodthirsty Gate before were only at the superficial level of the Blood Demon Skill, and they were only two or three levels. The martial arts of both sides are of the same level, and their natural skills are superior. The grade and skill of the internal strength of the two sides are half a catty and eight taels, but Mo Feng's swordsmanship has been practiced to the sixth level, and those people are naturally not his opponents, which makes Mo Feng inevitably have an illusion about the martial arts of the Bloodthirsty Sect.

But now that he has met the helmsman of the Dragon City rudder, the situation is completely different. Yuan Ximu has the highest martial arts among the major helmsmen of the bloodthirsty gate, and even the martial arts of the hall masters in the door are almost the same, and they are all in the fifth realm of blood demon skills. Mo Feng's new practice of inner and outer king skills is only two-fold at the moment, far inferior to Yuan; if it weren't for the fact that he had the sixth-level profound swordsmanship foundation and could take advantage of it a little, he would have been defeated early in the morning when he had just passed the move. Rao is like this, he still has seen the terrifying strength of Yuan Ximu and even the stronger masters of the Bloodthirsty Sect.

Another blood shadow flickered, Yuan Ximu took the lead, his speed was amazing, as soon as Mo Feng raised his sword to block back, the blood shadow had already turned behind him in an instant, giving him a palm on his waist. Mo Feng was bounced away by the force of this palm and was thrown into the grass a few feet away.

As soon as Mo Feng stood up, the blood shadow flew like a shape, Mo Feng blocked left and right, and parried in embarrassment, so that he could barely hold his rapid attack, but if he wanted to fight back, it would be even more difficult.

Yuan Ximu's movements became faster and faster, the blood shadow danced rapidly, Mo Feng had reached the limit, unable to keep up with his speed, and in an instant, his arms were scratched by his ruthless iron hands. With a "bang", Mo Feng couldn't avoid it, and suddenly hit a palm in his left rib, he spurted a mouthful of blood, and then was seriously injured and fell unconscious.

It looks like the winner is decided.

The blood shadow turned back into Yuan Ximu. He stepped forward slowly, walked to Mo Feng's side, grabbed him, and used his magic skills, preparing to suck his skills and blood dry.

"Thief, let him go!"

At this time, a group of people and horses not far away galloped towards this side, and the leader shouted at Yuan Ximu on the horse, that person was Mo Yangyun.

Oh, it turned out to be someone from the Golden Crow.

Yuan Ximu is also a great drain on his skills at the moment, and he is unwilling to fight again. At that moment, he had to let go of Mo Feng unwillingly, and then his figure flashed and disappeared in front of the eyes of everyone in the Golden Crow Sect.

It turned out that the Jin Crow faction saw that Mo Feng had not returned for many days, and was worried that he had been ambushed by the Bloodthirsty Gate, so they went out of the city to look for it. Thanks to them, Mo Feng was rescued in Yuan Ximu's mouth.

"Fang Shaoxia, are you okay?" Mo Yangyun saw that Yuan Ximu had left, and hurriedly stepped forward to inspect Mo Feng's injuries. He saw that Mo Feng's pulse was stable and his breathing was even, and although he had suffered a lot of injuries, it was not life-threatening, so he relieved himself. Carefully and a few of his men carried him onto the horse, took him, and hurried back to Dragon City with the people of the Golden Crow Sect.