There is still some chill in the early morning outside Gangneung, and people who wear thin clothes often need to shrink their clothes to feel warm.

It's hard to say what the killing intent is, but if you are staring at you alone, it will make you feel no warmth around you, and it will be full of coldness. Come to think of it, that's killing intent.

Although Wan Zhen Mountain came with his bare hands, his nickname of Wuyunshou was by no means in vain.

But every step he took, his heavy footsteps always stirred up bursts of dust like waves. Heavy footprints were imprinted one by one, and it was obvious that Wan Zhenshan's internal strength, which had been trained for many years, had been operated to the extreme by him.

It's too late, it's fast, three or two steps, and Wan Zhenshan's figure has already approached Jiang Feng's body.

At this time, Jiang Feng seemed to be completely unaware of the danger, and he was still sitting there motionless.

"Be careful!"

This roar came from Di Yun's mouth, and it was obvious that he hadn't really regarded Wan Zhenshan as his own master. Seeing that Jiang Feng was about to die under Wan Zhenshan's hands, he couldn't help but shout.

The sound is fast, and the palm wind of Wanzhen Mountain is also fast. As soon as Di Yun's words fell into Jiang Feng's ears, Wan Zhenshan followed with a palm, mixed with the momentum of thunder, and went straight to Jiang Feng's head.

As soon as this palm was punched out, the sharp palm wind had already stirred Jiang Feng's hair to dance with the wind. With such a might, although I dare not say it, it is definitely more than enough to smash a person's head.

However, just as the sneer in the corner of Wan Zhenshan's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, this must-kill palm did not bring the slightest blood.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the chair under Jiang Feng seemed to have been hit by a thousand pounds of hammer, and it had been completely shattered in an instant.

And the figures of Jiang Feng and Wan Zhenshan also began to fly back, and each retreated seven or eight steps in a row before the huge anti-shock force was completely resolved.

It turned out that at the last moment, Jiang Feng's right palm came first, and he actually fought hard with the other party before Wan Zhenshan concentrated himself.

If it is the turn of the palm technique to be exquisite and the moves to change, Jiang Feng and the Ten Thousand Earthquake Mountain will naturally be 108,000 miles apart. After all, the nickname of Wuyunshou means that the opponent's palm technique is like five alternating clouds, unpredictable.

And Jiang Feng's palm shot out did not leave any chance for the other party to change his moves.

Hard-to-hard palm power, except for special palm power kung fu such as poisonous sand palms, the power depends on the level of internal force. And if it is the turn of the internal force to be pure and strong, Jiang Feng's internal kung fu is really rare in the world.

This seemingly evenly divided palm really stunned the surrounding onlookers, looking at Jiang Feng's appearance, the oldest was only in his early fifteen or sixteen years.

At such an age, being able to compete with Wan Zhenshan in palm power is obviously, which greatly exceeded everyone's expectations.

Jiang Feng, who swept backwards with the momentum, said loudly at this time: "Kill people and extinguish mouths, Wan Zhenshan, if you can kill me alone, can you kill thousands of righteous people in the world? Back then, Mei Niansheng wanted to use this batch of treasures to help the victims, and the three of you actually wanted to swallow it alone, but all the people of the rivers and lakes who have justice in their hearts will not sit idly by!"

Jiang Feng finished speaking, and saw that the disciples of Wan Zhen Mountain and that Qi Changfa had already surrounded him, and suddenly smiled "haha", and as the whole person turned around, he quickly swept into the distance.

Seeing this, a tall man beside Ling Weisi whispered in Ling Huisi's ear: "Dragonhead, I see that kid is mysterious and secretive, and he seems to know a lot, do you want to?"

At this time, Ling Huisi was not at all silent on the surface, waved his right hand, and said lightly: "No need, that person is also here for the treasure." Unexpectedly, the treasure I have been looking for for many years, the clue is in the hands of Wan Zhenshan, that kid's martial arts are not weak, and there must be a lot of money behind it. More things are better than less, let's not act rashly for the time being, wait until we go back and check the other party's bottom carefully!"

Houses, small trees, stalls that have just come out in the early morning, and the scenery in front of them is whistling in front of the river breeze one by one.

Jiang Feng couldn't care about the people behind him, because Jiang Feng knew that Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa would never leave as freely as he was. And the rest of the Jianghu guests will never give up Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa to chase after them.

Judging from the manpower brought by Ling Weisi and the situation that Jiang Feng has observed in the past few days, there are not many masters in the Jingzhou Mansion prison.

Outside the prison in the early morning, the wind blew a little stronger than usual.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sound of human heads colliding with the wall, the breath of blood and death shocked groups of Jianghu guests with the idea of Ding Dian.

The morning sun rises in the east, and the bright light illuminates the world, and even the haze of the prison seems to have dispelled a lot.

On the high platform of the Jingzhou Mansion Prison, a thin figure lay there. The more people who live in the shadows, the more they yearn for the light.

With a bow and an arrow, Li Zhuangzhuang lay quietly, enjoying the warmth of the sun, accumulating strength for shooting the next arrow that would bring blood and killing.

"Squeaky ......"

It was the sound of footsteps touching the tiles, Li Zhuangzhuang didn't open his eyes, but he knew that this sound brought to him like the whistling sound of his own arrows. It was, the call of death.

Rolling sideways, picking up the longbow with his left hand, and grabbing the long arrow with his right hand, Li Zhuangzhuang can't remember how many times he has done this set of actions.

An archer must have good eyes, eyes that can see at night, and eyes that can see every detail. The direction of the coming person is east, which is directly opposite the sun, and is the best direction for sneak attack.

However, for Li Zhuangzhuang, this bit of sunshine can no longer affect his eyes and his heart.

The eagle-like eyes swept over the week, and soon, a young man dressed in white had appeared in Li Zhuangzhuang's eyes.

With just one breath, Li Zhuangzhuang can shoot a long arrow, and the whistling arrow will pierce his heart. Taking away his life, this method has been tried more than once by Li Zhuangzhuang recently, and none of them have failed.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Li Zhuangzhuang suddenly saw a light, cyan light, he had seen white light, yellow light, red light, but cyan light was really rare.

In any case, the most important thing is to shoot the opponent, draw the bow. However, for a moment, Li Zhuangzhuang felt that the strength of his body was unexpectedly uncontrollable.

Blood gushed out from Li Zhuangzhuang's throat, followed by his fallen body.

The west wind of hunting blew, and after the sword was sheathed, Jiang Feng's figure stood alone on the high platform. The prison of Jingzhou Mansion, in Jiang Feng's opinion, is getting smaller and smaller.