The Iron Wolf Mountain in the north of Huaiyin City is eight miles away, the mountain winds away by the water, there is a maple forest under the mountain, there is a ferry next to the water, called Xuanyadu.

Xuanyadu was built in the first year of Dajing Shenzong, it has been 35 years so far, and it was once also the center of water and land transportation, collection and distribution of goods, very prosperous, but then because of the bigger and better ferries built more and more along the river, Xuanyadu lost its former status, and then the transportation road leading to the ferry fell into disrepair, became potholes, rugged and difficult to travel, so slowly this former "wealthy" in the wharf also became cold, inaccessible.

There is a moon tonight, the moon is in the sky, the moon is like snow, shining on this great river and mountain, but it is just a little cold.

Not far from this ferry is a large maple forest, it is a cold winter, the leaves have long fallen, only the bare tree branches are left, the leaves are as prosperous as fire in the past, the grand scene of Lin Yan like a flame has long been gone, only a large piece of gray and desolate, looking at the ancient ferry head in the cold wind, standing miserably and miserably.

When Duan Qianqiu chased after this maple forest, Yan Song suddenly disappeared.

Originally, he had been clinging to Yan Song, but in this dense forest with winding paths and shadows like charms, a mistake will make you miss everything.

With a master of Yan Song's level, he could hide completely without revealing any traces, but he still had Yang Yuxin by his side, and it would be difficult to get rid of Duan Qianqiu.

Duan Qianqiu still doesn't know that Pudu Cihang is pretending to be Yan Song, he chased after him all the way empty-handed, but Yan Song was carrying Yang Yuxin, Rao is so, he can just catch up, Yan Song's skill is profound, it is indeed incredible.

Now in front of Duan Qianqiu's eyes is a deep path leading to the forest, the path is paved with thick fallen leaves, after the rain and snow soaked in the past few days, when you step on it, it squeaks.

It was here that Yan Song was lost, and Duan Qianqiu cautiously walked along the path, and the maple trees standing on both sides were like bustling pedestrians, looking indifferently at this stranger who was anxiously looking for a target.

The air around him was filled with the smell of mildew, Duan Qianqiu's breathing became shorter every time he took a step, and every time he stepped into this dense forest, his spirit and spirit improved to a realm, and his whole body was preparing for the next possible emergency.

Because he knows that once he moves, life and death will be in the moment of breathing, and there is no extra time for you to wait and prepare.

Suddenly a jackdaw rose from the depths of the forest, and several darkness flapped its wings and fluttered into the air, as if they wanted to break out of the cocoon of this place of death as quickly as possible.

The voice was harsh, Duan Qianqiu couldn't help but look at it, although under the moonlight, it was not very clear, but he saw a few black shadows jumping up from the end of the forest and going straight to the sky.

When he saw that it was a crow, he took a deep breath and continued to walk!

When you step into the leaf-covered mud road, you immediately sink into it, and you have a feeling of softness and unsteadiness, and once this feeling spreads, it will make you mentally sensitive and restless.

Duan Qianqiu feels this way now.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a large maple tree on the left fell, and the huge branches hung on the branches of other trees in the process of falling, and the sound of breaking and cracking "crackling" came, which was particularly harsh in the silent forest.

When the maple tree hit the ground, silence returned to the forest.

The moonlight fell coldly, and Duan Qianqiu stood alone in the damp and cold forest, feeling very little suffering.

The forest was quiet, and he could hear earthworms wriggling in the soil, beetles crawling among the fallen leaves, droplets of water dripping from between the leaves, and a snake swimming in his direction.

He didn't care, he was waiting for a more dangerous signal.

And then the signal appeared!

Duan Qianqiu heard Yang Yuxin's low cry.

He followed the sound and ran over, and then he saw Yang Qixin who was tied to a maple tree by vines.

Yang Yuxin's head was lowered, her hair covered her face, her heartbeat was very weak, and her figure was pitiful.

Duan Qianqiu observed carefully and calmly, keenly feeling the abnormal movements around him, except for the slight touch and friction sound of the maple branches after being blown by the wind, there was nothing else abnormal.

He then took a step further and brushed Yang Yuxin's hair with his hand, wanting to observe her situation.

At this time, a mutation suddenly occurred!

The maple tree behind Yang Yixin suddenly split into two pieces, and her whole body flew backwards, hanging in the air like a puppet pulled by someone, and then she was thrown fiercely into the dark abyss behind her.

After she flew up, she fell towards a shadow that suddenly rose, Duan Qianqiu saw clearly through the moonlight, it was a ruined tree trunk that withered and broken, each of which pointed straight to the sky like a sharp grass, if it fell on it, it would be like ten thousand arrows piercing through the body, and there would be no reason to survive.

Whether it was for the purpose of saving the black jade blood ginseng, or for the purpose of saving an innocent life, even if Duan Qianqiu knew that this was a distracting trick, he could only rescue it first.

Before Yang Yaxin fell into the "thorn bush", his left hand grabbed Yang Yaxin's ankle and pulled it hard, and Yang Yaxin's whole person fell into his arms.

Yang Yuxin seemed to wake up from a dream, saw Duan Qianqiu, and said with surprise in her weakness: "It's you?!" With that, her hands hugged his head and neck, like a drowning person encountering a piece of driftwood.

Duan Qianqiu touched her back with his hand, and felt that the blood ginseng was still there, but there were fewer parts exposed outside her body, which showed that the blood was more involved in her body.

He felt a panic in his heart, and he was a little dazed and didn't know where to be.

At this moment, Duan Qianqiu felt that the pressure above his head had increased suddenly, and he smashed down like a thousand catties of giant rock Mount Tai pressing down.

He looked up and saw Yan Song swooping down from the throne like a Buddha statue, and his momentum was shattered.

In a hurry, he had to put down Yang Yuxin with both hands, and used his life's skills to meet Yan Song's palms!

"Bang", the four palms are facing each other, like a boulder hitting a rotten wood.

Yan Song is stone, and Duan Qianqiu is wood.

Blood gushed from the corners of Duan Qianqiu's mouth, and his feet sank deep into the soft dirt on the ground.

Yan Song smiled cruelly, his palms were loosened, his body turned over, and his toes kicked Duan Qianqiu's back to kill the door, his change of moves, from top to bottom, took advantage of the situation, so he was smart and chic, without any hindrance, Duan Qianqiu's back was exposed, and he was about to eat his heavy blow.

Duan Qianqiu's feet were trapped in the muddy stickiness and could not rotate well, but he could still rush forward, and in front of him was the sharp stump of the dead tree, but compared to the heavy blow of Yan Song at the Destiny Sect, this was nothing at all.

So he rushed forward with all his might, threw himself into the pile of sharp dead trees, and stabbed into his arms, Duan Qianqiu's body had a heart-rending pain.

This pain stimulated his temperament to become stronger and stronger, and to send and receive freely, and also freed him from his previous confusion and confusion, and he suddenly pulled up from the thorn bush, and warm blood flowed from a large wound on his chest that had been pierced by dead wood.

He stood very tenaciously, but he knew that his feet were trembling, and the palm that Yan Song's "air attack" came to hurt too much, even if he resisted with all his strength with the Golden Stone Divine Skill, he still hurt his viscera, and now his chest cavity was like a large piece of soft mud, and his breathing was not smooth, and his true qi was not smooth.

He stood in the moonlight, among the thorns, and looked at Yan Song, who was a foot away.