In a small forest twenty miles south of the mountain, a small beggar was hanging from a tree, his clothes ragged and covered in blood.

The dangerous mountain, which had cracked open a few months ago, had begun to collapse again a few days ago, and the entire abyss was covered, and from a high vantage point, it was a mess of rocks, and there was no longer any bright light that rose to the sky, or any other vision. During this period, although a large number of people searched around, trying to find any clues, they slowly gave up after all.

However, during this time, the little beggar did not feel so well, and with a snap, a long whip was struck at his body, and the skin cracked a gap, and another was added to the criss-crossing wounds. In front of him, a strong man scolded: "Say, where is that kid surnamed Yi hiding?"

The little beggar gasped weakly: "I—How would I know. ”

The strong man sneered: "Are we really stupid? That day it was clear that you were secretly creating rumors to help him divert our attention, during this time, you were hiding here and sneaky, didn't you make an appointment with him to meet here?"

Blood overflowed from the wound, and Mo Xiaoxia smiled miserably: "You guys, really made a mistake......

Around him, there were more than 30 good players in the rivers and lakes, and another person was casually drinking Huadiao at the table, it was Yang Qingxin, one of the "beast-faced kings" of the Eight Heavenly Kings of the Chengtian Shunyun League.

In those few days, the treasure light rising in the abyss of the dangerous mountain had a vision, the treasure light turned into blue light, rushing to the southeast, and then, Yi Feng fell from the blue light, which had already attracted the attention of people with a heart. Later, Yi Feng entered the abyss, and it didn't take long for the landslide to collapse, although it was possible, he had died in the earthquake, but Yang Qingxin felt that things were definitely not so simple.

Perhaps, the re-sinking of the dangerous mountain is because the treasure inside was taken away, and the person who took it was Yi Feng's kid. It is precisely because of this that Yang Qingxin continued to investigate, and then found that before Yi Feng entered the dangerous mountain abyss, the reason why they searched in the wrong direction was because Mo Xiaoxia was secretly playing ghosts, and they found that Mo Xiaoxia stayed at this point, and it was clear that he was waiting for someone.

Yang Qingxin and the others were here first, secretly guarding Mo Xiaoxia for a few days, but the people he was waiting for never appeared, Yang Qingxin also began to be a little impatient, as one of the eight heavenly kings of the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance, it was impossible for him to spend all day in this kind of place, so he simply arrested Mo Xiaoxia, tortured him, and forced Yi Feng to question his whereabouts.

Mo Xiaoxia's stay here is indeed because he had an agreement with Yi Feng in advance. Like Yang Qingxin, he didn't believe that Yi Feng died in Weishan, but after so many days, Yi Feng hadn't appeared yet, and his heart had begun to beat the drum, maybe Yi Feng had already left.

Although doubts began to arise in his heart, he also gritted his teeth, no matter how these people tortured, he just refused to confess. In this way, he was whipped bloodied, dying, and stubborn.

Seeing it, I am afraid that it will not have any effect if I continue to ask questions. Yang Qingxin snorted coldly and said, "Since he refuses to explain the whereabouts of the surnamed Yi, there is no need to spare his life, and we don't have time to play with him, so it's ...... to beat him to death."

Before the words were finished, at the other end of the forest, the wind and sand suddenly rolled up, and in the world of deep autumn fog, frightened birds were flying. Yang Qingxin squinted, and a figure with a treasure knife on his back paced with his hands in his hands, strolling in, and said lightly: "Are you looking for me?"

Mo Xiaoxia raised his head weakly and looked at the young man who walked in with a knife on his back. He is finally here, but what is the point of him appearing here at this time? Yang Qingxin, as the Heavenly King of the Chengtian Shunyun Alliance, he is a master above the Yuan level, and among the more than 30 people, there are several masters at the pivotal level.

Since he already knew that there was danger here, why didn't he quietly leave before these people found him?

Yang Qingxin squinted at the young man who came in steps, the young man at this moment was full of an indescribable temperament, the whole person was like a replacement of fetal bones, straight as a peak, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, his steady steps, and his proud momentum.

At the moment when he appeared, everyone's eyes, including Yang Qingxin, were subconsciously intertwined on him, not only because he was the target they were waiting for, but also because, with his voice, an invisible sword qi surged, forcing every one of them.

"Stinky boy!" Yang Qingxin said gloomily, "It seems that you don't want to live anymore!"

Originally, I wanted to say some scenes like solicitation, so that this kid could honestly hand over the treasure, but now it seems that there is no need at all, this young man has a strong fighting spirit from the moment he appears, it is obvious that he is here to send him to death, from the beginning, he is here to send him to death.

In the midst of these surroundings, the young man said disdainfully: "It's up to you, I'm here to practice swords, and I hope you will be more useful than the stones that have been used for me to practice swords these days." ”

Yang Qingxin slapped the table and shouted: "Presumptuous!" The palm power sank, and the wooden table suddenly fell apart, and he shouted: "Take him down!"

Three good hands rushed forward, one drew his sword, one drew his sword, and one used a hook. As soon as the three of them made a move, they cooperated with the tacit understanding of the encirclement, the action was fast, the shot was ruthless, and the sword, knife, and hook had already killed the young man.

But when he heard a bang, the young man's entire straight body burst out of thunder, the sword, knife, and hook all stagnated, and the thunder qi attached to the three weapons collapsed at the same time, and the three people who rushed forward were churning with blood, which was like slashing on the golden stone with all his strength.

The next moment, they saw the light of the knife raised. Brush brush brush, obviously just a knife, but shining in three directions at the same time, can not describe the trajectory of this knife, one knife three points, the mountains and rivers are violent, and then there is the fallen body, the head that rolls down.

The three heads rolled in a circle around the boy in the same direction, and the blood marks pulled out on the ground were faintly a perfect circle, so mysterious that it was surprising, and it was so strange that it was terrifying. Yang Qingxin's face was gloomy, and everyone else was shaken, what kind of thunder method is this? What kind of knife method is this?

With just a single knife, he killed three people in three directions at the same time, and everyone clearly saw the traces of the blade in the air, but no one knew how it was done.

Surrounded by everyone, the young man gently wiped the treasure knife and said disdainfully: "You better go together, in this way, you are not even as good as a stone, at least a stone is harder than your head." "Proud, look at the audience.