The rivers and lakes believe in ghosts and gods, but they do not believe in ghosts and gods, which is a contradictory combination of their fear of the unknown and their confidence in the blades in their hands.

It seems that the man who has just been killed by Jiang Feng, whether it is the Central Plains or the Northern Regions, there are countless people who can kill him. But being able to seal his throat with a sword, but making him have a killing sword in his body without knowing it, such characters are also very rare.

"Elder, what is that person just now?"

At this time, the elder shook his head and said, "That's it, this Yinchuan Butterfly Valley is not the place we should come to, it seems that the rise of my Vajra Gate can't count on the gold here!"

"King Kong Gate, hitting the attention on the head of the butterfly king, it is really annoying, helpless, and angry!"

The voice as if joking came slowly, not in a hurry or slowly, but in the ears of everyone in the King Kong Gate, there were bursts of surprise. After all, although they had heard of the name of Yinchuan Butterfly King, they didn't care about it, otherwise, they wouldn't have come to Yinchuan to fight Butterfly Jun's attention.

But at this time, as soon as Butterfly Jun spoke, it was like a connoisseur was born, and he knew if there was one.

"Go ......"

When the leading elder saw this, he immediately opened his mouth to drink, and then he was the first to turn around and strode into the distance.

However, in the next moment, a red stream suddenly rushed out of this butterfly valley. The huge red butterflies did not know when, and they had already surrounded them by some means, like a storm, glowing with bloody colors.

"Ahh

The first scream occurred when Red Butterfly met the people of Vajra Gate for the first time, as if he had been slashed by a steel knife, and the deep and smooth wound took his life.

No one stayed, no one noticed, and not even a single person had the slightest expression of sadness on their faces.

However, running with all their might doesn't make them get the slightest bit of life for themselves.

As the red butterflies like raindrops fell one by one, the knife qi was vertical and horizontal, and the bright red butterflies, bright blood flowers, and bright colors dyed the land of the valley red.

"Gold is the life of the Butterfly King, if you want the life of the Butterfly King, you must hand over your life first!"

"You ......"

Before the elder of the Vajra Gate could finish speaking, after suddenly waving his two palms, he was slashed by the throat of two red butterflies that took advantage of the void and turned into the best corpse.

"People who can't help themselves, and Huangquan Ransom Night Ji, Butterfly King's butterfly slash is about to come out of the sheath again!hahaha......"

The arrogant laughter echoed in the Yinchuan Butterfly Valley, not extinguished for a long time.

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Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, the First Sacred Mountain, the Mountain of Ten Thousand Ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Jade Mountain. Because of its towering and upright, it has become a natural barrier between the Central Plains and the Northern Regions, and is even considered by many Central Plains people to be the edge of the world.

Legend has it that Kunlun Mountain is 11,114 steps high, 2 feet 6 inches. There is weak water below it that cannot raise feathers, and there is a volcano on the periphery where a sacred tree grows that burns continuously. The top of Kunlun Mountain is the imperial capital of the Yellow Emperor, and there are enlightened beasts guarding the door.

Among the many myths, many people believe that there is a fairy "Queen Mother of the West" living in the Kunlun Mountains, with a human head and a leopard body, served by two blue birds. It is the Taoist god, and the prince of the East is in charge of the male and female cultivation of immortals.

Although these legends are absurd, it is not false that there are high mountains and dense forests in the Kunlun Mountains, and countless masters are secluded.

Jiang Feng returned from the northern region to the Central Plains, along the mountain path all the way, and in a few days, he had already arrived near Zawang Peak.

This Kunlun Mountain is the base camp of Mingjiao, and it is said that the extremely dangerous Guangming Peak is located at the top of the Forgotten Peak.

Before Jiang Feng could enter the depths, he heard a loud shout around a corner: "Stop!"

Jumping out was a group of men dressed in green, armed with steel knives and rattan shields.

"Boy, who are you, what are you doing when you come to me to sit on the Forgotten Peak?"

The first to speak was a man in his thirties, with a thick voice and a burly body, like a good outsider.

Jiang Feng's expression remained unchanged at this time and said, "Kunlun Mountain is so big, I'm just passing by." ”

"Passing by, it is very suspicious to see you twinkling and refusing to identify yourself. Come on, take it for me!"

As soon as the man gave the order, more than a dozen Mingjiao disciples shouted "Woo", each holding a blade, intending to come to the river wind.

Jiang Feng still smiled faintly, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him. It's just that a trace of cold breath spreads along the green python sword of the river breeze and slowly spreads in the air.

"Wait!"

At this time, the more than ten Ming Sect disciples had already rushed in front of Jiang Feng, but suddenly a force flew from the side, directing everyone's blades and turning everyone's moves into invisibility.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked to the side where the voice came from. I saw that five feet away from my body, a middle-aged scholar wearing a white coarse cloth robe suddenly stood at this time.

But seeing that he was about forty years old, handsome and elegant, and his eyebrows were slightly fluttering, he was obviously in a good mood.

"See Yang Zuo's envoy!"

"See Yang Zuo's envoy!"

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With the appearance of the scholar, these Mingjiao disciples turned around one by one, ignoring the embarrassment that they had just been repelled by Yang Xiao, and saluted towards Yang Xiao.

"No need to be polite!"

As Yang Xiao raised his hand, a little girl with pigtails, a round face and thin eyebrows, and snow-white and pink skin suddenly came out from behind him.

"Yang doesn't regret it?"

Jiang Feng opened his mouth curiously and tentatively.

"You know me?"

"Don't regret it, don't talk, stay in the back obediently!"

Seeing that Jiang Feng suddenly shouted Yang Buregret's name, Yang Xiao's attitude towards Jiang Feng changed from scruple to suspicion.

"I teach Yang Xiao in Xiaming, I don't know what this little brother is called, and how do you know my daughter?"

Mingjiao was founded by Huo Shan, an old man in the mountains, and then introduced to Shenzhou, and today, it has developed into a first-class sect in the world. And although today's Mingjiao is torn apart due to the discord between the White Eyebrow Eagle King and others, the strength of the wheel is also the first-class sect at that time, with Yang Xiao's status in the Mingjiao at this time, it is extremely rare for Jiang Feng to be so polite.

However, Jiang Feng only sighed lightly at this time, and then said as if talking to himself: "There are many people in this world who are not afraid of death, and there are many arrogant people, but who can know, is there an invisible big hand behind the scenes to control all this?"

After that, Jiang Feng suddenly asked Yang Buregret behind Yang Xiao, "Miss Yang, may I ask if Zhang Wuji sent you all the way to Kunlun Mountain?"

"yes? How do you know?"

"Be careful!"

At this time, Yang Xiao had already stretched out his hand to hold Yang Buregret behind him, and his internal strength was running to the extreme, as long as Jiang Feng had the slightest abnormal movement, he would not hesitate to deliver a thunderous blow to Jiang Feng.