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Shao Feng led four subordinates to hurry to the Deyue Inn. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The five of them entered the inn, and neither the men came to greet them, nor did the shopkeeper come up to greet them, and they were all strange.

The lobby of the inn was quiet, and it was suspicious that it was a closed inn at all.

"Shopkeeper!" one of the subordinates shouted.

No one answered, and no one ran out. An auspicious premonition suddenly surged into Shao Feng's heart.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and three people who looked like guests with a little panic walked down, and suddenly saw several people with swords standing in the lobby, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

"What's going on?" Shao Feng asked, "What about the shopkeeper?"

One of the tenants timidly pointed upstairs. Shao Feng understood, ignored them anymore, and led his subordinates straight upstairs.

The three residents let out a sigh of relief and ran away.

A chubby man with a limp figure on his back came from across the hallway, followed by a thin yellow man, holding the back of the man on his back with his right hand.

Shao Feng stepped forward and arched his hand: "Excuse me: where is your shopkeeper?"

“...... Who are you?" the fat man was startled, looked up, and saw that the person who came had a gentle face, fixed his mind, and asked suspiciously.

"I'm your shopkeeper Xie's friend. I have something important to look for him. ”

"Friend?" the guy wondered, "that'...... You should know our shopkeeper!"

"Oh, we're friends who haven't met yet. Shao Feng smiled and said, "Please let me know." ”

The thin guy pointed to the fat guy's back and smiled, "This is our shopkeeper!"

Shopkeeper Xie was sealed with the "big vertebral acupoint", Shao Feng's skills were not enough, and he couldn't untie it, so he had to give up.

Shao Feng said the intention of his group, and the thin guy led them to Zhao Yanhao's guest room.

The situation in the room is shocking. The first thing that caught his eye was the earthen kang in the room, which had almost been broken in half, Shao Feng could see at a glance that it was caused by a knife, and his heart was shocked: "What a fierce knife!"

There were 60 or 70 Buddhist beads scattered all over the place, and a window facing the street was shattered, and almost all that was left was the window frame, which looked like it had been broken by someone.

"That's an old monk!" the thin man palpitated, "he quietly followed our shopkeeper upstairs, we saw that the momentum was not right, and just wanted to remind, but was restrained by the two monks he brought......"

"What does the old monk look like?"

"Tall and thin, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, very long, and a knife hanging from his waist......" The thin man pointed to the Buddhist beads on the ground, "Look, these Buddhist beads are his!"

“...... The two monks heard the sound of a fight coming from upstairs, so they let us go and hurried up. ...... When we caught up, we found that our shopkeeper had fallen to the ground, and the three monks and Brother Zhao were gone......"

Shao Feng's face was solemn, and he walked to the window and saw a few blood stains on the window frame. He jumped down and saw that there was blood on the street, and bit by bit it continued to the north street.

The five of them followed the bloodstains until they traced them to the grottoes on the cliff wall of the West Mountain, and gradually there were no bloodstains.

"Boss, what should I do?" a subordinate asked Shao Feng.

Shao Feng was hesitating, and suddenly saw a monk who seemed to be killed outside a grotto not far in front of him.

The three of them hurriedly rushed over to see that it was really a monk, very young, with bulging eyes, a mouth full of blood that had not yet congealed, and a steel knife firmly in both hands.

Shao Feng shook his head with some sympathy, stood up, and waved his hand: "Chase down!"

The five of them passed through the grottoes, the terrain gradually rose, and a fork in the road appeared in front of them, one leading to the foot of the mountain and the other to the ridge.

Shao Feng hesitated, and he didn't know which way to choose for a while.

One of his subordinates pointed to the mountainside and shouted, "Boss, look, there is a dead man there, it seems to be a monk again!"

A swarthy young monk fell beside the rock, with two half-cut sticks beside him, and the monk was a monk, but not dead, still moaning faintly.

Shao Feng picked him up and shouted, "Little master, little master......"

The monk struggled to open his eyes, perhaps thinking that the person in front of him was from the Nangong family, so he pointed to the ridge with difficulty and fainted.

The five of them ran up the ridge in one breath, and when they looked around, the empty mountain was lonely, and there were no traces? So they divided up and investigated carefully, and finally found that there were fresh footprints heading to the northern foothills.

Sure enough, after arriving at the foot of the mountain, a mess of wildflowers appeared in front of me, apparently caused by a violent fight.

The trail of trampling stretched all the way to a cliff on the banks of the Yi River.

Shao Feng looked around, trying to find the footprints again, but unfortunately, there were no more.

The area is very deserted, with no ships anchored or inhabited, giving people the feeling that they have reached the ends of the earth.

"Where's it?" Shao Feng was anxious, frowning.

"Boss,...... Could it be that Brother Zhao jumped into the river and escaped?" a subordinate guessed.

“...... Quite possibly!" Shao Feng nodded in a deep groan, and ordered: "Qin Haiquan, you follow me to search downstream;

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The Buddha beads were wrapped around his neck, almost suffocating, and he couldn't move on his back, Zhao Yanhao felt like a live fish to be slaughtered firmly on the chopping board.

Fortunately, he has the "No Phase-robbing Finger" stunt, which can penetrate walls and break walls, break gold and jade.

So the two fingers of the food and the middle are together, and the lightning is drawn out, although the thin sheepskin rope that wears the beads is thick and tough, but it can't stand it, and it suddenly breaks, and the Buddha beads splash around.

Zhao Yanhao let out a low roar and rolled sideways.

With a "click", the ring knife slashed on the kang like thunder, and the Deyue Inn trembled, and the brick and stone chips splashed.

A figure suddenly bounced up from the kang like a projectile, and the "peng" smashed through the window lattice.

Almost at the same time, a snowy sword light slashed at his right calf, and blood immediately spilled.

"Where to escape!" Tianfeng roared angrily, grabbing his back through the window.

Zhao Yanhao, who was in mid-air, heard the cold wind of the knife behind him, shouted, his body suddenly reversed, slapped his palms, and caught the ring knife when he couldn't make a move.

"Guanyin Foot!"

The storm drank, and the right foot kicked out like lightning. Zhao Yanhao hurriedly gave up the idea of grabbing the knife, elbowed together, and forcibly took the kick with more than 10,000 forces.

Someone in the street exclaimed.

Zhao Yanhao was shocked and flew out, landed on the opposite side of the street, "kicked" and retreated two steps in a row, and sat down at the base of the wall.

"Freedom Knife!"

As soon as the heavenly wind landed, thousands of sword shadows turned into a white mang, angrily slashing at Zhao Yanhao.

Zhao Yanhao felt that his qi and blood were surging, and his lower abdomen was cramping, so he didn't dare to make a hard connection, and rolled over and threw himself two feet away.

With a "boom", a big gap was split in the wall, and the dust was flying, so that people could hardly open their eyes.

Zhao Yanhao jumped up and ran wildly along the street to the north.

He had never been so embarrassed in his life, and he had never met an enemy of such skill except Ebony, and he couldn't help but be horrified.

Tianfeng was like an angry King Kong, chasing after him closely, but he was a little less than capable of light skills, and in the blink of an eye, he was four or five feet behind. Earth Spirit and Earth Letter followed behind him and gritted their teeth, but they fell farther and farther away.

Zhao Yanhao ran for a while, but felt that his eyes were full of stars. The knife that slashed on the calf just now was not deep, but it also lost a lot of blood, and after the fierce battle last night, he had not eaten so far, and his stomach was already empty.

"You have to stop the bleeding immediately!" Zhao Yanhao's mind was racing, and while running, he sealed the key points around the wound to stop the bleeding, and then suddenly stopped, "sneered" and tore the trouser tube, poured the whole bottle of gold sore medicine on the wound, and then tore a strip of cloth and bandaged it indiscriminately.

After such a delay, the wind has already arrived.

The snowy and cold ring knife approached step by step, Tianfeng's face sank like water, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his body was full of terrifying murderous aura.

Zhao Yanhao subconsciously retreated step by step, and his back suddenly hit the stone wall, and there was no way to retreat.

He quickly glanced at it and found that he was already in a grotto, and on the stone wall, there were many large and small Buddha carvings.

"Capture your hands and leave your whole corpse, otherwise you ......" Everyone can see that Tianfeng is very serious, and there is no intention of intimidation.

"Wait!" Zhao Yanhao raised his hand.

"Oh?...... What other last words?"

Heavenly Wind squinted at him with contempt, trying to restrain the urge to slay at once this evil enemy, and of course, he also had this confidence: this thief had become a turtle in an urn, and even if he had wings, it would be difficult for him to fly out of the palm of his hand!

Zhao Yanhao said with a straight face: "Tianfeng seniors, juniors think: with Brother Wu's martial arts cultivation, that kick should not be fatal!"

When Tianfeng heard this, he suddenly burned anger in his chest, and his knife-like eyes glared at him angrily, and roared: "But do you know? That makes him ten thousand times more uncomfortable than killing him......! Why don't you just kill him?"

Zhao Yanhao smiled bitterly: "The younger generation doesn't want to, but ...... Hey, all I can say is sorry!"

"Hahaha, I'm so sorry!" Tianfeng laughed angrily, "Then let the Buddha overtake you!"

In the middle of the words, he was already approaching, and he slashed horizontally at the waist, and the knife momentum was like a light net, almost completely enveloping the range within a radius of Zhao Yanhao's body.

Zhao Yanhao did not retreat, but advanced, swimming through his knife like a fish, and had already broken out of the net.

Tianfeng wanted to wait for him to dodge diagonally, and then send out a triple kill move of the "Free Knife Technique", killing him immediately under the knife, but he didn't expect him to crack it like this, and it seemed easy, shocked and angry, and hurriedly paused the three consecutive blows that were about to be issued, and turned around and swung the knife angrily.

Zhao Yanhao suddenly rose like a light smoke, and Ran Ran floated out two feet away.

"Khoo!" sparks burst out, and the ankle of a Buddha statue on the stone wall was severed. But the gods and Buddhas have always repaid their grievances with virtue, and looked at him with a smile to themselves.

"Amitabha! Sin! Sin! Please forgive the disciple for being reckless!" Tianfeng was annoyed and prayed secretly in his heart.

Zhao Yanhao just came out of the grotto, and in the sound of "sigh", two dazzling sword lights slashed down. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and as soon as he grabbed it with both hands, the knife light was immediately frozen.

With a sound of "Peng", an eyebrow stick slammed heavily on his shinbone, and a heart-piercing pain came, and Zhao Yanhao stumbled.

Before he could stand firmly, the knife wind behind him cracked the skin, and Zhao Yanhao didn't have time to dodge and grabbed the Qi Mei stick to block it.

In the sound of "click", the Qi Mei stick was cut into two pieces by Tianfeng.

Dixin saw that his back was exposed, and he stepped forward, slashing with both knives.

Zhao Yanhao rolled on the ground, narrowly avoided the double knife, and his right elbow suddenly fell out and hit his chest.

With the sound of a broken sternum, blood spurted out of the mouth, and his whole body twitched for a moment, and then he was motionless.

Zhao Yanhao got up and ran wildly.

"Earth Letter!" Tianfeng and Earth Spirit both rushed forward to check, and when they sniffed, they were no longer breathing.

With a "bang", the heavenly wind slapped on the stone wall with a palm, the stone chips flew, and the caves seemed to tremble.

"Ahh

Zhao Yanhao ran halfway up the mountain in one go, but felt that his lower abdomen was getting more and more painful, like countless knives scraping and twisting in his intestines, he could no longer support it, he knelt down with his hands on his stomach, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped like a torrential rain.

Tianfeng chased after him with red eyes, and cut off his head. Zhao Yanhao rolled to dodge.

Tianfeng unleashed the "free knife technique" killing move, attacking dozens of knives in one breath, like a surging silver wave, slapping the seawall in bursts of anger; Zhao Yanhao was afraid of aggravating the injury of the intestine breaking, so he did not dare to make a hard connection, and blindly swam to dodge, like a lonely boat in the silver wave, although it was precarious, it could still float and sink with the waves, and would not capsize.

The earth spirit panted and rushed to the club, and the two monks formed a flanking attack.

Zhao Yanhao fought a few moves, but he didn't dare to fight anymore, but he really saw it, and slapped his palm on the chest of the earth spirit, beating him so much that he spurted blood from his mouth, and immediately fainted. Fortunately, this palm only has three successes, otherwise, the earth spirit would have to die on the spot.

The heavenly winds are already out of anger. I can't help it, and I can't catch this damn stinky thief.

The bursts of colic had made Zhao Yanhao almost unable to straighten his waist, and his body finally eased down again.

The terrain has flattened and reached the foot of the mountain. In front of you is a field of wildflowers, the tender green green leaves are interspersed with countless flowers, colorful, elegant and fragrant, picturesque.

"Oh, this place is beautiful...... If you really want to die here, it's not too bad!" Zhao Yanhao sat down, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and gasped heavily.

"Hey, it's really uncomfortable to be chased and killed!"

I don't know why, at this time, he suddenly remembered Dongfang Zhenlai, and suddenly felt a kind of self-pity and self-hurting sadness, "Alas, his state of mind that day should be the same!"

The winds finally caught up again.

At this time, his gaze was no longer a fire-breathing rage, but a 10,000-year-old ice as cold as the bottom of the sea.

Zhao Yanhao's expression was solemn and he slowly stood up.

"Remember: this month and today is your death day!" Tianfeng said in a cold voice, word by word.

He gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his hands trembling slightly, his knuckles white. Everyone can see that if Zhao Yanhao's body cannot be broken into thousands of pieces, it will never be able to eliminate his grief and indignation.

"Senior Tianfeng, why do you have to work hard?" Zhao Yanhao's face turned pale, and he said coldly: "I dare to promise: even if you can really kill me, you can only have half of your life left!"

"That's enough!"

The voice of the heavenly wind was like a thunderbolt blowing up the air, swinging the knife and slashing angrily.