Banhuan Mountain is located in the north direction of Fengju City, more than 360 miles apart, along the way to pass through two cities and eighteen towns, early in the morning, Yang Qing and others have appeared on the official road.

Along the way, Sun Shifeng and Fang Zeming flew with the sword, and when they looked up, they could only see two small black dots, and Yang Qing and other thirty outer disciples were running at high speed on the official road.

The speed was as fast as that of a horse running with all its might, and in two days the people had to complete the journey of three hundred and sixty miles and reach the surrounding mountains, during which they did not stop at the cities and towns they passed.

Running with all his strength, and his physical strength, is that the True Yuan will be exhausted in an hour's time for the monks of the Innate Triple Heaven, and two of the monks of the Innate Triple Heaven have been left behind.

Yang Qing had reached the Innate Triple Heaven of Body Refining, his body was transparent with the inside and outside of heaven and earth, and his physical strength was much more abundant than that of the cultivators of the Innate Double Heaven.

"Whew... Take a breath... "When Yang Qing's physical strength was exhausted, he cultivated the "Transformation Decision", which was much more difficult than cultivating when he was mining ore.

The tired body is warm and itchy at this time, the five organs and six organs are gradually a little itchy, the physical strength has been restored, and the steps are gradually steady.

After running for more than 140 miles in an hour, the thirty outer disciples were all exhausted, and Sun Shifeng and Pang Zeming also fell from the sky.

Find a shady place in the woods, take out a small kettle, drink the water that has been warm, and after breathing calmly, sit on the ground with your eyes closed and cultivate, and restore your true yuan.

The rest of the other two innate double heavens only caught up at this time, gasping for breath and dusty faces.

Yang Qing looked for an open space to cultivate, he was some distance away from the place where other disciples were meditating and cultivating, and the sound he made would not affect others.

Tomorrow at this hour, we will reach the half-ring mountain thirty miles away, and we must ensure that our physical strength and true yuan are abundant.

In the evening, eat some dry food, drink some water from the pot, and then hurry, the longer the time, the slower the speed of running, and finally walking.

It feels terrible to spend the night in the woods, and a mosquito bite is the size of a pigeon's egg. I was woken up as soon as I fell asleep.

In this way, we stopped and stopped, and at the end of the next day, we reached the thirty miles away from the half-ring mountain.

Yang Qing and the others were recovering their physical condition to the best as soon as possible, and after an hour, they were going to attack Banhuan Mountain.

The semi-ring mountain gets its name because of the shape of the mountain, such as a rotten tree stump that is hollow in the middle of the pier and a piece of stubble, and the gap in the semi-ring is a mountain road, which makes the semi-ring mountain easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Tie Sandao gathered 800 bandits, occupied half of the mountain as the king, and caused disaster to the people, burning, killing and looting all kinds of evil, and the nearby villagers complained bitterly.

In order to prevent the bandits on the half-ring mountain from discovering the crowd, the thirty-mile journey was dispersed and advanced.

"The innate triple innocent yuan is full of me, and I will step forward to kill the bandits, and the remaining disciples will kill the fish that have been caught" Sun Shifeng and Pang Zeming said coldly to the thirty outer disciples, with serious expressions.

Thirty outer disciples, their hearts were pounding, and the solemn atmosphere made them nervous, Yang Qing's palms were sweaty, and he couldn't hold the stainless steel long stick slipperily, and his breathing couldn't help but be short.

"Kill"

The crowd had already rushed up the mountain road, and it was too late for the bandits on the mountain to find out.

Sun Shifeng and the others led more than a dozen congenital triple innocent monks to rush forward, only to see Sun Shifeng's face indifferent, his hands quickly pinched, and a three-foot Qingfeng long sword appeared beside him, and his right hand slashed into the air, turning into a streamer.

"Boom..."

The speed of the streamer was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the mountain gate, and with a loud bang, the one-foot-thick mountain gate turned into countless fragments, and the cornerstone of the mountain gate was also blasted into pieces.

Dozens of people behind the mountain gate who were about to throw rockfalls, fire oil, and giant trees were suddenly shattered, and those who were a little farther away were also thrown to the ground by rocks and died of anger.

As soon as the sword power of this blow was exhausted, the golden fluorescence of the Qingfeng long sword next to Zeming flowed, shuttling through the crowd of people in the open space on the top of the mountain, and the head was separated for a while, and the blood was flying.

"Return" The two Qingfeng long swords were like arm commands, and they were shocked, and they quickly returned to Sun Shifeng and next to Zeming's side, and the golden light of the sword body flowed and floated, "You kill it at this speed, don't let one go"

After Sun Shifeng finished speaking coldly, he stepped on the long sword and rushed towards the interior of the Banhuan Mountain, the cunning rabbit three holes, and the iron three knives would definitely flee quickly when they saw that things were not good.

There were 800 bandits on this semi-ring mountain, and the two of them killed seventy or eighty people in a few breaths in a round of killing.

At the mountain gate, slightly trembling limbs and bloody blood were scattered on the platform.

There were more people shouting and rushing out of the mountain, barearmed, armed with mountain knives, red tassel guns, maces...

Where have Yang Qing and the others seen such a scene, their faces were pale, and they looked at a heart that was still beating and began to vomit.

"Damn it, kill Lao Tzu..."

These mountain bandits were also fierce people, and their cultivation was not weak, and when they saw that they had been beaten up the mountain and killed seventy or eighty of their brothers, their eyes immediately turned red, and they rushed over with the weapons in their hands.

Bian Zeming led more than a dozen disciples to engage with the mountain bandits, and this scene was much more shocking than the two swords just now, and the two groups of people collided together like crazy yaks.

Although there are many people in this group of mountain bandits, most of them are ordinary people who have not cultivated, and they are drunk with dogs and horses, and their physical strength is even weaker. How can you control the slashing of the disciples of the Yufeng Sect.

On the side, the golden light on Zeming's body was entangled, and the three-foot long sword didn't wait for it to touch the body of the mountain bandit, and the mountain bandit became two.

At the beginning, the mountain bandits relied on the strength of the crowd, hundreds of people rushed up with their fierce strength, and were slaughtered by the disciples of the Imperial Wind Sect, the people in front were frightened and ran back, and the people behind couldn't see the situation clearly and rushed forward, for a while, hundreds of people were in chaos.

There are also brave people among these mountain bandits, and more than a dozen people gathered together, squeezed out of the crowd and fought fiercely with Fang Zeming and others.

These dozen or so people have the cultivation of the innate two heavens and the three heavens, and the weapons in their hands are waving with gusts of strong wind.

"Click... Ah, my arm" A disciple of the Innate Triple Heaven was besieged by several mountain bandits, his hands and feet became flustered, and he was caught by the mountain bandits, and cut off an arm with a mountain opening knife, covering the wound with his hand at this time, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Hehe, your head belongs to me" A mountain bandit raised the mountain knife in his hand high, smiled fiercely, and slashed at the neck of the disciple with a broken arm.

"Whoosh... Poof"

A three-foot Qingfeng long sword accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking the air, pierced through the mountain bandit's chest, and a stream of blood spurted Lao Gao.

Bian Zeming came to the rescue in time, he chased the chaotic mountain bandits everywhere, and when he saw that a disciple was in danger, he threw out the long sword in his hand.

After throwing out the long sword in his hand, his hands were empty, and the other mountain bandits saw this situation and shouted angrily to kill Zeming to the side.

The long sword didn't have time to recall, I saw him put his hands on his chest, flipping up and down, accompanied by an angry shout, the golden mangs on his body were sheng, and the weapons in the hands of the mountain bandits were all broken when they touched the golden mangs.

"I didn't expect that there would be two monks from the Spirit Determination Realm who would come to kill me Tie Sandao, it's really too high to look at Tie Mou" A deep voice sounded in the clearing, and the voice was full of tyranny.

I saw a bald-headed, heavy-bearded man rushing out of the half-ring mountain, followed by more than a dozen men of different ages armed with knives and guns.

"I heard that your Tie San Dao can actually resist the cultivators of the Spirit Realm with the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm, it seems that the rumors are true," Sun Shifeng chased behind Tie San Dao with a long sword in his hand, and said with a mocking face.

The mountain bandits in the clearing saw the big boss Tie Sandao, and they all gathered together and moved in the direction of Tie Sandao.

Pang Zeming and the others did not continue to chase and kill, and after killing so many people, they had already killed softly. Yang Qing and the other disciples scattered around the square to prevent the mountain bandits from suddenly escaping.

Yang Qing didn't dare to look at the corpses on the ground and the flesh and blood of the severed limbs, and his face turned pale to focus on the crowd, but the smell of blood still reminded him of a hellish scene, his body trembled involuntarily, and bursts of acid water rushed to his throat.

"There are still four or five hundred people on the mountain in my half of the ring, you want to kill me, hmph, I don't know if I have that ability" Tie Sandao's hand wiped in the air, and a glaive knife appeared in his hand, and then roared angrily, "Children, let me escape"

'Coax'

The four or five hundred people who gathered together all scattered and fled under the order of Tie Sandao.

Tie Sandao held the glaive knife with both hands, his face was red, his heavy beard shook with his facial muscles, his legs jumped forward, and when he did not land, his left hand dragged back, and pressed down on his right, and the crescent-shaped blade rose with an earthy yellow light, slashing towards Sun Shifeng, this knife was strong and heavy, and the yellow sand on the ground was blown around.

Sun Shifeng put away the taunt, his expression was indifferent, the long sword was obliquely blocked, not hard connected, and he turned his body with force under his feet, and at the same time flipped the long sword obliquely and stabbed at Tie Sandao.

Tie Sandao's face was full of horizontal flesh, and he didn't look at the stabbing long sword, and the glaive knife was split horizontally, and the light on the glaive knife was all converged. The left and right hands drive the glaive like a rowing boat.

This time it was a lose-lose situation, Sun Shifeng's face remained unchanged, the cultivation of the Spirit Realm was child's play, the long sword was brought back suddenly, the sword was facing down, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and holding the sword body in the other.

The earthy yellow and golden light rushed together like a flood bursting the embankment, and the ground was like a ploughed ravine, and the surrounding mountain bandits, who were not in a hurry to dodge, were thrown out like a defeat in the wind, and blood flew in their mouths.

Sun Shifeng's clothes made a fierce sound, and he only took a step back, the Iron Three Blade Glaive Knife was horizontal in front of his chest, his face flushed abnormally, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the third knife was broken before it could be used.

Seeing that it was not Sun Shifeng's opponent, Tie Sandao snorted coldly in his nose, and he didn't care about the blood hanging on his heavy beard, and when he turned his hand, the glaive disappeared, and a piece of rune paper appeared in his hand, slammed it on his body, stomped on the ground with both feet, stepped on a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, and was about to run away when he rose into the air.

"Where to run?" Sun Shifeng's mouth was provoked, and he snorted coldly, the long sword floated quietly, his hands were sealed, the golden true yuan surged, and the long sword shone brightly, turning one into two. Two becomes three.

"Go"

The three long swords shot out in turn, emitting a 'clang' sound, and the iron three swords that shot into the air in a straight line "I underestimate the monks of the Spirit Realm"

The rune paper on the body of the Iron Three Sword lit up, and a layer of earthy yellow ripples enveloped him, and earthy yellow armor also appeared on his body.

The first sword hit the ripples, the ripples flashed and cracked, the sword also turned into a point of light and disappeared, the second sword broke through the armor, and the third shot the three iron swords into the air like a longbow shooting geese.

The mountain bandits fled in all directions, and Yang Qing also had to wave the steel stick in his hand, Yang Qing had four hundred catties in one arm, and the long stick turned into a stick shadow and filled the space.

"Click" Yang Qing closed his eyes and slashed indiscriminately, and there was the sound of bones cracking, heart-rending screams, and cries and curses mixed together and drilled into his ears.

"Ahh

"Open your eyes for me" An angry shout rang in Yang Qing's ears, making his ears buzz.

"Kill the two of them!" Sun Shifeng looked at Yang Qing with his eyebrows upside down, pointed at the mountain bandit who was lying on the ground in pain, and said coldly.

Yang Qing stared at the mountain bandit whose thigh bone was broken on the ground, and his hands trembled as he held the steel rod.

"Daxia, Daxian, please let me go, I'm just cooking on the fire, I haven't done anything bad" The two mountain bandits couldn't care about their deformed lower limbs, and kowtowed to the ground begging for mercy, their voices were miserable and hoarse.

"Daxian, you are doing well, my family is just one of my sons, and my mother wants to support, please let me go, I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life"

His head hit the ground with a 'thump' sound, his forehead was already blood-red, his pants were wet, and feces, urine and blood were mixed together.

Yang Qing raised the fine iron rod in his hand several times, but he couldn't do anything, this is not a Qishan wolf, but a living person.

"If you don't kill them, I'll kill you" Sun Shifeng said coldly, and as soon as his fingers moved, the long sword fluttered around him.

"I beg you to spare me, I beg you" ants are still stealing life, let alone people.

"I..." Yang Qing's eyes were red, he didn't dare to look at the eyes of the two people on the ground, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

"Qiang..."The long sword beside Sun Shifeng suddenly stopped moving, and the tip of the sword spewed light towards Yang Qing.

"I'll kill—" The fine iron rod was raised high and smashed hard at the two people on the ground.