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The rolling river rushed down, stirring up a ** roaring sound like a song.

With such a big river, Jiang Feng didn't know if she could save her life. But if she stays here, I'm afraid there is only one result, and that is death.

With a successful blow, Jiang Feng immediately kicked a fallen stool beside him towards the people of the Blood Knife Gate. Then the whole person took advantage of this force and easily jumped out of the window again.

"Slow down, everyone be careful, don't go alone!"

That Shanyong saw that Jiang Feng actually abolished the left hand of the treasure elephant with a sword, although because Jiang Feng had the advantage of sneak attack, he still didn't dare to underestimate Jiang Feng's kung fu.

As Na Shanyong calmed down, the rest of the Blood Sword Sect disciples gathered together as if they had the backbone of the main heart.

This fishing village is close to a large river, and it is the middle of winter, so there is really no vegetation nearby. This means that there is no suitable place to hide other than these three houses.

"Burn down all three houses for me, I'll see where he's hiding!"

After that, several low-level disciples of the Blood Sword Sect took out the fire folds one by one and headed towards the three thatched huts.

The rivers of Yunzhou originate at the end of the mountain range, thin as a stream in the dry season, and like the sea in the rainy season. Even if they were overblown by the flood, they didn't care much.

Such a house is really a little bit in the dry season of midwinter. Soon, a little spark spread rapidly along those dry grass and wood walls, and in a short time, it was already a fire.

"Why is there no one?"

Seeing that the three thatched huts were about to collapse by the fire, Jiang Feng's figure still did not appear. Shanyong's heart moved at this time, and he couldn't help but doubt his previous judgment.

Seeing that the flames in the three thatched huts were burning bigger and bigger, although the treasure elephant was the most active when he came to chase and kill Jiang Feng, he was seriously injured at this time, and he didn't want to fight with Jiang Feng. It must be known that under the Blood Knife Ancestor, all of them are cold-hearted and selfish people.

There is quite a gap between several personal disciples, and now that Baoxiang's own strength has been greatly damaged, the possibility of Shanyong falling into the well is really not small.

Thinking of this, at this time, the treasure elephant suddenly spoke: "I see that this kid has already run away, if you want me to say, we should go back quickly and tell the ancestor about the situation here!"

However, Na Shanyong shook his head and said: "No, I think that kid's swordsmanship is fast, but according to the description of everyone in the inn at that time, this person is just good at sneak attacks and fighting head-to-head, and he may not have any real skills." When has my Blood Knife Sect suffered such a big loss, if I don't kill the other party in one fell swoop, how will my Blood Knife Sect gain a foothold in Yunzhou in the future. If you're scared, Senior Brother Baoxiang, you can leave on your own!"

"You ......"

Bao Xiang's right hand has been stabbed by Feng Wanli since the battle that day, and since then the knife has inevitably had some inconvenience. However, Baoxiang is also a person with great perseverance and perseverance.

He practiced the left-handed knife hard, and in just two years, he achieved something. In addition, the strangeness of the left-handed knife is more compatible with the blood knife technique, and the strength of the body has also caught up with the past.

But today, even his left hand was wounded, and although his right hand could use a knife, his dexterity was inevitably greatly reduced. Without enough force, in the Blood Knife Gate, naturally there will not be enough right to speak.

At this time, although Bao Xiang was a hundred unwilling in his heart, he still stubbornly said to Na Shanyong: "If it weren't for the other party's sneak attack, I would have used my right hand, and I would be nine out of ten!"

After that, Na Shanyong said: "Okay, this place is too far away from the river bank, and the terrain is open, so it is impossible for that kid to enter the river." But he won't come out when the hut is burned like this, could it be that he can still be invisible?"

However, it is not an option to continue waiting here, according to the previous route of Jiangfeng and Oman.

Shanyong judged that Jiang Feng must want to continue southward, yes, soon, the blood knife men of the brigade swarmed towards the southward route in pursuit.

The flames burned off one of the hut's supports, and a violent crash was heard.

Suddenly, a snow bag not far from the hut exploded out of thin air, and the sound of burning and falling wooden frames drowned out the insignificant sound.

The three Blood Sword Sect disciples who fell at the end of the team had not yet realized anything, and they had already been deceived by Jiang Feng's figure.

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

Three swords in a row, seeing the blood sealing the throat, the three figures fell to the ground in a little red on the back of their necks, and there was no more qi on Zhou's body.

Jiang Feng's speed was very fast, and Shanyong walked at the front of the Blood Knife Gate team. When he found Jiang Feng and turned around to meet Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng had already rushed out three steps in succession.

It seemed to have become an instinctive stabbing technique, and it was exerted to the extreme by Jiang Feng. The speed was as fast as a meteor, so that the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect could only feel a flash of blue light, leaving behind one body after another.

Although this kind of kung fu may not be able to take any advantage in the head-to-head confrontation of masters of the same level, it is a first-class and easy-to-use kung fu to bully the small and sneak attack and beat the stick.

Unlike Shanyong, taking advantage of the river wind's surprise attack, the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect were in a panic. The treasure elephant rolled its eyes, and the whole person suddenly ignored it and swept away into the distance.

On the rivers and lakes, martial arts are humble and not terrible, as long as you live, there is still hope.

People like Baoxiang are often able to live many longer than their predecessors in martial arts.

Although Jiang Feng's light skills are not particularly clever kung fu, his good and brave light skills are obviously not comparable to his sword skills.

But seeing that Shanyong slashed at this time, between breaths, but seeing that Shanyong's knife technique was as fast as lightning, and between the whirring sound of breaking the wind, he had already attacked seven or eight knives in a row.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng was the moment when his body retreated sharply, and a green python sword was never unsheathed.

Although Jiang Feng's swordsmanship is as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless, its biggest threat lies in the surprise of the first sword and the suddenness of attacking the enemy.

Among the many opponents Jiang Feng had encountered before, he was often defeated by Jiang Feng's sudden first sword before he had time to react.

However, there are pros and cons, once this first sword can't make a contribution, the power of Jiang Feng's first sword will be a little weaker from now on. There is no longer the power of the first sword.

Yes, Jiang Feng has been waiting, waiting for a chance to make a sword.

The long and boring years of drawing the sword have tempered Jiang Feng's will, he is like the old pine standing proudly in the snowy mountains, whether it is the wind and rain, or the violent storm and snow, he can not bring the slightest shake to Jiang Feng.

At this time, although Jiang Feng did not use his sword, once he made a move, he would definitely directly distinguish a superior for the two of them! And the only judgment they had to distinguish between superior and inferior was life or death!