Things in this world are often what you want, you can't get something, and you don't want to get something, but you always encounter it.

To the south of Yunzhou, there are two states, Qingzhou and Yuzhou. Just pass through the south of Yunzhou, and then go west into Yuzhou, which can be regarded as leaving the northern Xinjiang and embarking on the first step to the Central Plains.

Jiang Feng's original intention was to make a big fuss here at the Blood Knife Gate, but with the addition of Oman, the oil bottle, Jiang Feng's plan had to be changed.

Originally, Jiang Feng only hoped that he would be able to meet more disciples of the Blood Sword Sect along the way, so that he could hone his sword path more.

Jiang Feng's Melting Yang and Snow Transformation Skill realm is extremely high, and these days there has been continuous fighting, and the internal force has entered the realm more and more rapidly. Even if he encounters a master like a treasure elephant and Shengdi, Jiang Feng is confident that he will fight one-on-one with the other party.

But with an Aman who was completely influential in martial arts, Jiang Feng did not have the confidence to retreat with him under the siege of the masters of the Blood Sword Sect.

Therefore, Jiang Feng at this time only hopes to travel all the way, it is best not to meet a disciple of the Blood Knife Sect, and let himself leave Yunzhou smoothly with Aman.

Jiang Feng took Oman on a three-day journey, and the road between the mountain roads suddenly became smoother.

From time to time, a large or small piece of ice floes floated on the surface of the river, and although Jiang Feng had a lot of silver, there were many fishermen in this fishing village, but no one was willing to earn the silver that was almost equivalent to the money for his life.

The west wind swept across the river, bringing a chill.

After a fruitless search for the fisherman, Jiang Feng and Oman, who were returning to prepare to continue leaving from the dry road, had just walked a few steps. The river breeze suddenly stopped, and pulled Aman, who was about to move on.

"Jiang Feng, what's going on!"

In the past few days, Oman's strangeness and fear of Jiang Feng have disappeared a lot, and it has been replaced by a little hazy sense of dependence and security.

At this time, Jiang Feng's ears suddenly moved, and then he said to Aman: "It seems that there will inevitably be a fierce battle today, this bloody knife gate's dog nose is really spiritual!"

Then Jiang Feng turned his head to Oman and asked, "Aman, can you swim?"

There are not only lush pastures, herds of cattle and sheep on the grassland, but also a steady stream of rivers. Herders have been migrating along the direction of water throughout their lives, and Oman, who grew up in such an environment, has naturally cultivated a water nature.

Seeing that Aman nodded, Jiang Feng continued to speak to Aman: "The front has been surrounded, and the only way to survive is in the river behind you, you go down the river, go as far as you can!"

"No, Jiang Feng, I won't run away alone!"

Aman's eyes were full of sincerity, but Jiang Feng waved his hand, pushed Aman, and shouted: "Then I will order you now as the master, and quickly jump into the river and escape!"

“...... It's ......"

Aman, who believed in the true gods of northern Xinjiang, did not dare to disobey Jiang Feng's orders at all, so he had to turn around and flee first.

Just as Oman was heading towards the big river, a large number of Blood Knife Sect disciples had begun to appear on the several passages along the mountain road.

"Then have fun!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Feng's mouth, and he swept towards the fence behind a thatched hut like lightning.

At this time, there were about twenty or thirty disciples from the Blood Knife Gate, and there were two people who led the team, one was naturally the bitter and hateful treasure elephant, and the other was shorter, called Shanyong, who was also the personal disciple of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Damn, this little bunny thinks he can escape by water, it's naïve!"

The reason why this Blood Sword Sect disciple chased after him here was because Jiang Feng ignored a very critical issue. That is the combination of the Blood Knife Gate will only track down the two people, and he took Aman to rush in the snow, and he has already been discovered by the Blood Knife Gate who has killed by mistake and has not let go.

This fishing village is not big, only three thatched huts. Seeing that the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect appeared with sharp blades in their hands, the fishermen who appeared in the three thatched huts already knew the habits of the Blood Knife Sect, and immediately headed towards the icy river one by one.

Only one fisherman, who was a little older, ran a little slower, and was shot in the back by a knife from far away. On the spot, he turned into a rolling gourd, and after rolling on the ground a few times, the dead could not die again.

"Hey, didn't these two guys jump into the river and leave?"

Just when that Shanyong felt strange, suddenly there were three screams in the most remote hut!

"Not good!"

As Baoxiang and Shanyong rushed in, what caught their eyes was a figure with three sentences of eyes wide.

Na Shanyong came to the side of a corpse leaning against the wall on one side of the wall to observe for a while, but saw that the disciple did not have the slightest wound on his body except for a red dot on his throat.

His eyes widened, his mouth wanted to open slightly, and the ring knife in his hand fell off the ground. Obviously, it was killed by someone with an extremely fast sword at the moment of appearance, and this reaction would occur.

"What a fast sword!"

With that brave exclamation, a bad thought suddenly appeared in his heart: Wouldn't it be too terrifying for such a fast sword to be used for a sneak attack!

However, before Na Shanyong could open his mouth to warn, suddenly there was a loud cracking sound on the thatched roof.

Countless thatched sawdust scattered down with dust, and the instinctive reaction of most Blood Knife Sect disciples at this time was to swing their knives to disperse the smoke. And the two of them, Shanyong and Baoxiang, instinctively avoided each other.

However, no matter what the reaction of those Blood Knife Sect disciples was, their attention was all focused on the broken roof. As soon as Jiang Feng rushed down from above, he would be surrounded by these Blood Sword Sect disciples and split their bodies with random knives.

However, just when the attention of those Blood Knife Sect disciples was all focused on the roof, no one paid attention to the open window that had come in the Blood Knife Sect when everyone came in.

Suddenly, a strange figure like a loach swept in, this figure came very quickly, and everyone's attention from the Blood Knife Gate was on the roof, and for a while, no one noticed him.

After all, the treasure elephant and the good and brave martial arts far surpassed everyone else, and when the river wind swept in front of the treasure elephant, the two of them had already reacted.

"No ......"

The word "good" has not yet come out, draw the sword, take out the sword, stab directly, and close the sword......

The treasure elephant that had not yet turned around only threw the ring knife in his hand at the moment of crisis, and his head was deflected.

Subsequently, in order not to lose both, Jiang Feng's killing sword only opened a huge blood hole on the left shoulder of the treasure elephant.

Fortunately, the right arm of the treasure elephant was injured by Feng Wanli back then, and the left arm was injured by Jiang Feng again at this time.