Zhao Yanhao saw Dongfang Zhen's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, and was a little suspicious for a moment, thinking that he should not make that kind of conspiracy to plot against others, but immediately forcibly denied it, and thought: Zhao Yanhao, Zhao Yanhao, this person is witty and cunning, don't be fooled by his appearance!

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and flew over.

Dongfang Zhen didn't wait for him to land, when a sword stabbed out in his chest, with a "ding" sound, the sword and pen intersected, Zhao Yanhao opened the long sword, and his right palm slashed straight at his face.

Dongfang Zhen knew that his skills were much deeper than his own, and he didn't fight hard, as soon as the sword and pen intersected, he quickly slid back and slashed his wrist with his arm.

Both of them are extremely fast, and they fought more than ten moves in an instant, and Zhao Yanhao's judge pen "slashed" through the air, and the wind in his palm was like a knife, and he attacked the east violently. Dongfang Zhen also learned to be obedient, not like the last time he fought with him in Renweiguan, but kept retreating, relying on light skills, swimming and fighting, although he could hardly counterattack a move, but he was still very tightly guarded, and for a while, Zhao Yanhao couldn't help him.

Zhao Yanhao pondered: This kid is the head of the four shows of the Daomen, but it is really not a waste of fame! As far as his skills are concerned, looking at the younger generation of the entire martial arts, there are indeed very few people who can match him! Hey, it's a pity that this person has a bad heart and wasted this great skill!

After fighting more than ten moves, Zhao Yanhao was a little anxious, urging Shaoyang Shengong, the judge's pen was wide open, slashing and killing, tearing his tight sword net from time to time, his right hand or fingers or palms, attacking him with fierce tricks at close range, but Dongfang Zhen can always be resolved with a flying ring or a long sword. Once Zhao Yanhao found a rare flaw in him, he could have hit him on the lower abdomen with a palm, but he was not sure that he could avoid the lightning flying ring, even if he could hit the opponent hard, he was likely to be cut off his arm, so he had to give up.

In Zhao Yanhao's feelings, although Dongfang Zhen was like a prey falling into a trap, this prey was a shrunken hedgehog, if he held it up and grabbed it rashly, it would inevitably be pricked by its spikes.

At this moment, the three of them had already rushed over, blocking the possible escape route of Dongfang Zhen, and looked at Zhao Yanhao fighting Dongfang Zhen like a trapped beast.

Dongfang Zhen saw that there was another strong enemy, and his heart was shocked, Zhao Yanhao's offensive like a mountain flood of a broken embankment was so oppressive that he was almost out of breath, especially whenever the long sword intersected with his judge's pen, his arm was always sore. He knew that if he continued to fight like this, as long as he was distracted and slowed down for half a beat, he would be beaten to a broken tendon, even if he could hold it for a while, after a long time, he would be tired to death.

His mind was racing, and he decided to escape as soon as possible.

In the middle of the fight, Dongfang Zhen suddenly used a series of life-killing sword tricks to "pierce the sky", attacking Zhao Yanhao to retreat half a step, and his body turned upside down, crashing straight into Yan Chengguang on horseback.

Yan Chengguang was taken aback, but fortunately, he had already drawn a knife in his hand, and hurriedly slashed at him. But Dongfang Zhen didn't seem to be dying, so he didn't dodge the knife, and with a backhand sword, it was inserted into his chest with a "poof".

Seeing that this knife was about to hit Dongfang Zhen's left waist at the same time, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound, which was sealed by the flying ring held in his left hand. Yan Chengguang only had time to scream miserably, and he was knocked off his horse by a huge force.

Dongfang Zhen was impartial, landed right on the saddle, pulled the reins, and patted the horse away.

"Where to escape?" Seeing that he had assassinated Yan Chengguang, Kong Xuan was shocked and angry, pressed the horse's back, rose up, and grabbed the top of his head with his claws.

The blood-stained sword rippled up a blood-red curtain of light, slashing down like gusts of wind on the empty lower abdomen that flew towards it.

Empty illusion screamed, busy with his body, changed his claws into palms, and closed his palms, wanting to clamp the sword body, but the sword was too fast and too fierce to be clamped, but fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and hurriedly took a breath of true qi, and came out upside down, but it was still half a beat slower, and with a "brush" sound, the long sword cut a big mouth in his lower abdomen, and immediately the blood flowed. The illusion screamed in pain, and with a "snap", he fell to the ground on his back.

Dongfang Zhen injured the empty illusion with a sword, a clip of the horse's belly rushed out, and the palm behind him was suddenly windy, this palm was like a meteor catching the moon, and it reached his back in an instant. With a sound of "Peng", Dongfang Zhen's right back waist was like a giant hammer, and Venus in front of him bubbled up, blurting out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

Fortunately, at the moment of the palm, the horse was struggling forward, eliminating part of the strength, this palm was not completely solid, Rao was so, and the force in the palm was also very strong, shaking the east to the ground.

At this juncture of life and death, Dongfang Zhenqiang raised his true qi to protect his heart, although the internal organs were like turning over the river and the sea, but the body was supported by an innate strong qi, and the body could still sit on the back of the horse.

Zhao Yanhao was also surprised when he saw that he was hit by his own "Prajna Zen Palm", and he was also very surprised, so he hurriedly chased him out. Although he is very light, but the horse is a fine river horse, once the four hooves are spread, like the wind galloping, how can he catch up?

Zhao Yanhao saw that he was thrown out more than ten zhang in a blink of an eye, his right wrist shook, and the judge's pen came out of his hand like lightning. The horse let out a terrible neigh, fell to its knees, and kicked wildly on its hind feet for a few spasms, and remained motionless.

Dongfang Zhen rolled the saddle and got off the horse, only to feel his blood churning, and his waist was numb.

Gao Jinlou galloped up, and Zhao Yanhao shouted: "You go back and take care of my uncle!"

Dongfang Zhen rolled on the spot, and pounced on the tall building like a big bird. Gao Jinlou saw that he had killed his brother with one move, and he was horrified, so he hurriedly rolled his saddle and got off his horse to escape. Dongfang Zhenzhi was determined to grab the horse, got on the horse's back, and left as soon as he clamped the horse's belly.

"Where to go?" Zhao Yanhao flew towards Dongfang Zhen and grabbed the air, seeing that he was about to slip away again, in a hurry, he grabbed the horse's tail, and the horse was immediately pulled forward by his huge force.

A sword light slashed down at Zhao Yanhao's wrist like lightning. Zhao Yanhao quickly let go of the hand holding the horse's tail, and hit the horse's buttocks with both palms.

Dongfang Zhenzhi fell off his horse, staggered to his feet, and ran forward while coughing up blood.

Zhao Yanhao smiled cruelly: "If you can still run this time, you will be a hero!" As he spoke, he leaped up, and the goshawk grabbed Dongfang Zhen who was staggering forward like a rabbit.

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At this time, Dongfang Zhen's eyes were already black, his feet were soft, and he was about to be captured by Zhao Yanhao. Suddenly, a whirlwind came rushing and a crisp girl's voice shouted, "Get on the horse!"

Dongfang Zhen heard that it was Sang Qinghong's voice, his spirit was shocked, and he jumped on the horse's back, and his arms tightly wrapped around her waist. Sang Qinghong clamped the horse's belly, and the horse scurried forward.

Zhao Yanhao grabbed the air and ran dozens of steps with all his strength, but he still couldn't catch up with the galloping horse. The drama just now also consumed a lot of his skills, and he was also a little out of breath at this time. He slowed down in despair and decided to go back and chase after him on horseback.

He had just strode back a few steps when he heard a terrible whining of horses, followed by shouts and fights.

Zhao Yanhao was taken aback, he was worried about the safety of Uncle Empty Illusion, and jumped back a few times, but saw that Empty Illusion was unharmed, he had already wrapped up his injuries, and was lying crookedly next to a tree trunk, but the only horse left in his party had fallen to the ground, and his right front leg had been cut off, and it was bloody.

Gao Jinlou was fighting with a man in his thirties with a gun, and as soon as Zhao Yanhao saw his martial arts, he recognized that he was from the Kongtong faction, and saw that he had some kindness, and vaguely remembered that he had seen it when he was in Renweiguan.

"Brother Zhao, this guy slashed our horse!" Gao Jinlou said loudly as he struggled hard.

"This big brother of the Kongtong faction, what kind of grudge do we have against you?

Zhong Zhiling didn't answer, and the long sword flew over, killing Gao Jinlou and retreating.

Zhao Yanhao was furious, rushed over, snatched his long sword within a few moves, threw it aside, and knocked him to the ground with a light palm.

Gao Jinlou was furious, and a shot stabbed him in the chest.

"No!" Zhao Yanhao grabbed the barrel of the gun, and Gao Jinlou suddenly felt as if he had been inserted into a solid stone, unable to move.

"Let's go!" Zhao Yanhao motioned for Zhong Zhiling to leave, and looked around, but saw a horse under the big tree not far away, thinking that he had ridden it, and his heart was overjoyed, "However, you have to lend me the horse!"

Zhong Zhiling slowly got up and promised, "Okay!" Suddenly, he flicked his arm, and a dagger burst out with a cold light, nailing it to the horse's neck. The horse neighed in pain, his neck was bright red, and he fell to his knees.

"You?!" Zhao Yanhao was furious, "Peng" kicked him to the ground, and the remaining anger did not subside, leaned over and grabbed his corset, and gave him another slap in the face.

Zhong Zhiling's cheeks were red and swollen from being beaten, but he was not afraid and glared at him without saying a word.

"Yan Hao, don't hurt him, let him go!" said Empty Illusion, covering his wounds, frowning.

"Get out!" Zhao Yanhao let go of his hand and watched Zhong Zhiling limp away.

"There is no horse, how can you chase it?" Gao Jinlou asked with a bitter face.

"In this way, Brother Gao, you are here to take care of my uncle, and I will chase after you. Zhao Yanhao said.

"Yes...... There are no horses, Brother Zhao, how can you catch up?" Gao Jinlou shook his head and sighed.

"Don't worry! He was hit by my 'Prajna Zen palm', and then there was another dramatic fight, and his vitality was already seriously injured, and he would definitely not be able to support it within three miles! If he didn't stop and heal quickly, his life would definitely be lost!"

Empty Illusion gasped: "This person's internal strength is really extraordinary, and he can actually support it for so long without failing...... Hey, Uncle I'm ashamed! I almost died at his hands!"

"That kid is so ruthless, even Uncle Kongjing hasn't escaped his plot......s! Uncle Shi, you take care of your injuries here, I'll go get him!" Zhao Yanhao finished speaking, and strode towards the direction where the two escaped.

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Sang Qinghong ran out of the horse for one or two miles in one breath, and saw that no one was chasing after him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that although Dongfang Zhen was still hugging his waist, he was lying on his back softly, without a sound, and his heart was anxious and worried, and he shouted in a loud voice: "Dongfang Big Brother! Dongfang Big Brother!" After a while, I still didn't hear his response, knowing that he had fainted.

Her mind was racing: What should I do? Should I stop to check on the injury? Or continue to move forward? Just as she was undecided, she suddenly felt the hands holding her waist tighten, and Dongfang on her back groaned, and she sat up straight.

She was overjoyed, and was about to ask Dongfang Zhen about his injury, when she suddenly heard him retching, and then her neck was hot, and the clothes on her shoulders and back were immediately **, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood came. She knew that Dongfang Zhen couldn't support it, and her mouth was spurting blood, so she was shocked and scared, so she hurriedly grabbed the reins, held his waist with her backhand, and turned her head to look, but saw that his face was pale, drenched in cold sweat, and he was looking at herself apologetically.

"Brother Dongfang, what do you think?

"I was churning in my abdomen just now, I was so uncomfortable, I couldn't help but vomit, now it's much better!" Dongfang Zhen gasped, "I vomited all over you, I'm really sorry!"

Sang Qinghong's heart settled for a while, and said gently: "It doesn't matter...... Brother Dongfang, the enemy hasn't caught up yet, why don't we stop and take a rest!"

Dongfang Zhen shook his head and said, "I can't rest! Once I catch up, I can't escape!" After a pause, he said, "Miss Sang, I'm much better now, you lend me the horse and let me run away alone!"

"No!" Sang Qinghong didn't think about it, and said categorically.

Dongfang Zhen stared at her beautiful eyes gratefully, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "The enemy's martial arts are too strong, once we catch up, we can only tie our hands and capture ...... Miss Sang, why are you doing this?"

Sang Qinghong snorted lightly and said loudly: "Don't say more! Hold it down, let's go!"

Just after running a few steps, Dongfang Zhen felt that his internal organs were torn apart, his chest was like a mess, the surrounding scenery was pale, his limbs were soft and there was no trace of strength, and he almost fell off the horse. At that moment, he was busy lifting his breath to suppress the disordered internal breath, wrapped his arms tightly around Sang Qinghong's soft waist, and rested his head on her back shoulder.

Sang Qinghong tried her best to let the horse run more smoothly, and said softly: "Brother Dongfang, hold on! If you run for another ride, you will get off the horse and rest!"

Dongfang Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "Just let the horse run! I can hold on!" After a while, he asked, "Miss Sang, have you seen my master?"

Sang Qinghong expected that the head of the jade sect had already been captured, but he was afraid that he would not be able to support it, so he said: "Don't worry! Qin Lang and all the Wudang disciples have gone to the rescue, and now they must have beaten those two stinky monks away!"

Dongfang Zhen shook his head and said, "I hope so...... It's just that the empty and empty martial arts are very strong, and they are not easy to deal with!"

Sang Qinghong comforted: "Your master's martial arts are superb, there must be no problem with self-preservation! Besides, although those two stinky monks are stupid, they are not vicious people, they will not harm your master!"

Dongfang Zhen calmed down for a while and asked, "By the way, Miss Sang, who told you that I fled here?"

"It's your master!" Sang Qinghong said: "At that time, we all went to rescue him, and when he saw that he was not in danger, he ordered me to hurry up and help you!"

"Oh, that's the case!" Dongfang Zhen was relieved and relieved, but suddenly felt that he couldn't support it anymore, and closed his eyes uncomfortably.

After running out for two miles, there was suddenly a large sparkling lake in front of him, Sang Qinghong looked left and right, but saw that the entire land was surrounded by this water, as if he had reached the end of the world. The lake is dotted with boats of all sizes, and there are fishing boats in the lake.

"Brother Dongfang, there is a big lake in front of you, and the horse can't move forward, what should I do?" Sang Qinghong asked anxiously, hesitating.

After asking a few times, Dongfang Zhen behind him did not react, and knowing that he had fainted again, he gently pulled away his hands that were clasped in front of his lower abdomen, supported him with his backhand to prevent him from falling, and carefully got off the horse. As soon as she stood still, Dongfang Zhen's soft body was planted, she hurriedly supported him with her left shoulder, wrapped her arms around his waist, and dragged him off the horse, but she felt that he was very heavy and almost unstable on his feet.

She picked up Dongfang Zhenxin's long body, half-backed, half-dragged to a weeping willow, leaned him against the trunk of the tree, gasped, and turned around to take a look, but saw that Dongfang Zhen's face was like pale gold, and wisps of blood were oozing from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

Sang Qinghong called anxiously: "Brother Dongfang, wake up!" while calling out and shaking his shoulders. Helplessly, Dongfang Zhen drooped his head softly, his eyes slightly open and closed, and he was in a semi-comatose state of confusion.

Sang Qinghong's heart was cold, and he suddenly remembered that when he first saw him, his handsome posture and bright face, although it was only a quick glance at that time, but the name Dongfang Zhen and his figure had been firmly implanted in his heart, and his love was deeply rooted; For a while, he was soft, hugging the back of Dongfang Zhen's neck and crying "woo".

Several fishermen who were mending fishing nets nearby heard the sound of crying and came to visit, but saw a girl with a bloody back, crying with a dying young man in her arms, both of them carrying blades, and a horse not far away was quietly gnawing on the grass, which was expected to be caused by the vendetta between martial arts figures, and was sympathetic and afraid.

One fisherman said, "It's pitiful, should we help them?"

Another fisherman said, "Lao Zhang, don't be nosy, be careful of getting into trouble! Let's go!"

All the fishermen became nervous and hurriedly dispersed.

Sang Qinghong was crying sadly, and suddenly felt that her hair was gently stroked a few times, she stopped crying, and looked up, but saw that Dongfang Zhen had woken up at some point, although her face was as pale as paper, but there was already brilliance in her eyes.

Sang Qinghong said happily: "You finally woke up! I'm worried about death!" Seeing him smiling and nodding, his eyes were gentle, and he was looking at his eyes for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he was still holding him, and he was embarrassed, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, moved his feet back, crossed his hands and scissors, lowered his head and bit his teeth.

Dongfang Zhen saw Sang Qinghong's shy posture of pear blossoms with rain, which was so beautiful that it broke his heart, thinking of Shicai, she revealed her true feelings for herself, she was grateful and distressed, and couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away her tears, and said softly: "Sister Qinghong, don't worry, I can't die!"

Sang Qinghong heard that he changed his previous name and called himself "Sister Qinghong", and then looked at his expression, obviously he was also very fond of himself, and he was overjoyed for a while, and blurted out: "Brother Zhen...... Can I call you that?"

Dongfang Zhen smiled and said: "Of course! I like you to call me like this! Sister Qinghong, if I can get out of this difficulty, I will definitely come to Kongtong to propose to you...... I wonder if you'd like to?"

Sang Qinghong was ecstatic, although her cheeks were flushed, she nodded without repeating herself. You must know that these days, although she feels that Dongfang Zhen has a good impression of herself, but she is always worried, suffering from gains and losses, for fear that it is the intention of falling flowers, and the flowing water is ruthless, and now she has heard him personally promise that she is willing to marry herself, and her heart turns into a true thing in an instant, how can she not be excited? I suddenly feel that the happiness of this life can not be more than this moment.

Dongfang Zhen slowly took out a small indigo porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out five or six pills, and swallowed them in one go.

"Brother Zhen, what kind of elixir is this?" Sang Qinghong asked with a smile.

"This is my Kunlun Mountain's 'Immortal Pill'! Dongfang Zhen smiled.

"Then you hurry up and heal your wounds!" Sang Qinghong urged, and suddenly jumped up with an "ah", and said angrily: "Brother Zhen, I forgot to tell you just now! We are on the edge of a big lake, and we can't move forward!What should we do?"

"Really?" Dongfang Zhen stood up with the trunk of the tree, glanced at the big lake quickly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Sister Qinghong, don't worry! When I get here, I will return to the sea like a dragon!"