The golden sunlight shrouded the town, which had changed from bustle to silence and from silence to bustle. A wisp of gold pierced Xie Yanke's eyes, and the strong light made his eyes a little more uncomfortable.

A master will never easily show any flaws, including blinking. For some reason, Xie Yanke had a bad idea in his heart.

Jiang Feng's right hand slowly stretched out, and the slender five fingers opened in turn, and in the sun, a swarthy iron plate reflected a strange luster.

"The order of Xuantie, respond to requests" are the eight words that Xie Yanke is very familiar with, and it was he who wrote these eight words on it back then.

"Mr. Xie, I'll give it to you next!"

A parabola was thrown by the river wind, and suddenly, a yellow figure rose into the sky, and walked towards the Xuantie Order in a daze.

The figure came so violently that it stirred up the wind in the air.

This figure is a block, but there is another figure that is faster. Jiang Feng's feet suddenly exploded out of thin air like an explosion, and in an instant, the person had disappeared.

Min Rou's right hand was already pressed on the sword, and the Ice and Snow Sword seemed to be about to be unsheathed, but the other hand was pressed on Min Rou's hand. It was Shi Qing's hand, and at this point, Shi Qing was no longer willing to continue to take risks.

The figures are staggered, the blue light is shining, and An Fengri is naturally not a mediocre hand. Nearly 1,000 people in Jindaozhai are all in one person, how can they be ordinary swordsmen, even if they are in the air, they can immediately draw their backhands and pull out their knives, and use a "Bafang Tibetan knife style". In an instant, he has covered his body impenetrable.

However, the cyan sword shadow in Jiang Feng's hand didn't seem to see the infinite back moves contained in the opponent's "Eight Directions Hidden Sword Style" at all. Between the two swords of life and death, the sword edge that has always entered landed at An Fengri's throat.

As soon as Jindaozhai heard this name, he knew that most of them were not famous and decent. If you don't agree with each other, pulling out a knife and slashing is naturally not a strange thing for An Fenglai.

The coldness in his throat instantly reached An Bong-il's mind, and in the past, death could only bring An Bong-il an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. But when the breath of death approached him, for a moment, An Fengri felt that he had been completely overwhelmed by fear.

"Bang ......"

The golden knife flew in the air, it was Jiang Feng's sharp palm, and at the same time that it shook and flew An Fengri's golden knife, it also made Jiang Feng fly back with his strength.

"It hurts, it hurts ...... butt"

The feeling of pain in his ass hit like a tidal wave, waking up An Bong-il, who had just lost consciousness. According to the truth, the dead do not know the pain, and whether this law is true or not, An Fengri does not know. But now, he knew that the living must know that it hurts, because when his right hand touched his throat, there was not the slightest wound there.

After all, An Fengri is the master of a village, take it up, put it down, immediately got up and hugged his fist at Jiang Feng, and said: "Cheng Jiang Shaoxia's subordinates are merciful, An is grateful, so I will leave." In the future, if the young man intends to go to my Golden Dao Village, An will definitely sweep the couch to greet him, please!"

However, Jiang Feng just turned his head sideways and lightly nodded, not caring about this An Fengri. If you don't kill him, first, the people of the Golden Daozhai Brigade are not far away, and they don't have to make any extraneous branches. The second is that this An Fengri has no deep hatred with himself, and he can't kill them all.

At this moment, the smoker had already opened the bag that Jiang Feng had begun to throw to An Fengri. It was a piece of broken silver, which was pinched with amazing finger power and was about the same shape as the Xuantie Order, obviously, Jiang Feng had already discovered Xie Yanke, this thing, just to lure him out.

"Good son, good internal strength, good swordsmanship, good scheming!"

Xie Yanke even said four good words, but whoever he is, he will feel that there is not a single sentence in his words that praises Jiang Feng.

"Admit it, admit it, in the past three years since you got the Xuantie Order from Wu Daotong, Mr. Xie, you have also worked hard. The most difficult person to find in this world is the person around him, poor Wu Daotong didn't understand until he died, and he could never find the reason why Mr. Xie would never be found. ”

Jiang Feng said a few words lightly, and Xie Yanke was speechless, after all, what he did in order not to be found by Wu Daotong was indeed not very honorable.

At this time, Xie Yanke glanced at those Snow Mountain Sect disciples and Shi Qing and his wife, and suddenly said to Jiang Feng: "Xie someone's words are naturally true, and he never breaks his word, you have a lot of enemies, do you need the old man to help you send it away?"

Jiang Feng smiled at this time: "Although I am not talented in Xia, I still have this ability, and I don't dare to work as a skyscraper because of this." However, since I have taken this Xuantie Order, I naturally have something to ask for, but this place is not the place to talk, Mr. Xie, how about we change places?"

"Good!"

At this time, Jiang Feng and Xie Yanke said nothing, and left, and the people of the Snow Mountain Sect and Shi Qing and his wife did not dare to step forward to stop them.

Only Hua Wanzi, who had always been silent, suddenly shouted at Jiang Feng: "Wind!"

However, Jiang Feng did not look back, people in the rivers and lakes, they couldn't help themselves, missed, just missed, and there was no chance to turn back.

Without the sword light and sword shadow, Hou Jianji returned to the calm of the past.

"Son, why are you here alone, your parents?"

Min Rou looked at Shi Zhongjian, who was covered in dirt, touched his head, and asked softly.

"My mother was gone, so I took Ah Huang out to find my mother, and as a result, Ah Huang was also gone. ”

Shi Zhongjian replied.

"What a poor boy, what's your name?"

"My name is Dog Bastard!"

burst into laughter, even if Jiang Feng's hands were deflated, but when he heard that someone would have such a name, he still couldn't help but laugh.

"It's probably an idiot, junior sister, let's go first!"

"Poor boy!"

Min Rou sighed at this time, took out another ingot of silver and stuffed it into Shi Zhongjian's hand and said, "Let's eat something hot!"

At this time, Geng Wanzhong suddenly took a step forward and said to Shi Qing and his wife: "Master Shi Zhuang, I think we should also find a place to talk about Shi Zhongyu's affairs!"

Shi Qing held down Min Rou, who wanted to continue arguing, and said to Geng Wanzhong: "Brother Geng, in that case, let's go to the front to find a place to rest and talk slowly, okay?"

In the blink of an eye, friends who fight side by side become tense enemies. It's obviously his own flesh and blood, but he can't know each other, except for the unclear and unclear good feelings, which are no different from passers-by.

This is the rivers and lakes, the most real rivers and lakes, and creating people is probably the best interpretation of him. Perhaps the passerby passing by at this moment is the enemy who will stab the sword into your chest in the future.

Laughing at the rivers and lakes, who knows who knows who is at ease, sighing at the rivers and lakes, how many winds and rains and how many autumns!