Liu Baihu covered his wound and felt angry.

Just seven or eight people actually blocked their way and immediately drank: "Kill them, no one will be left."

Although the guards around were afraid, they were ashamed of military orders and could only grit their teeth and press forward.

Zhao Feng was already calm inside, and he was stabbed in front of his chest, with an old face, a cold expression, and he looked at death as if he was home.

His brothers, looking at the crowd surrounding them, one of the fat men shouted, "Mr. Zhao, can you still leave now."

Zhao Feng smiled faintly and said, "You escort Lord Zhang away, I am here to break the back."

When everyone heard this, Zhao Feng made up his mind to die. Several of the old men said, "If you don't leave, I will fight with you to the death."

Zhao Feng smiled with relief, and his face suddenly changed: "Kill!"

At that moment, he rushed directly towards the crowd.

The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the guards around him had already been frightened by him and avoided them.

He was like a god descending to earth and rushing around the crowd.

Liu Baihu was escorted by seven or eight personal guards and kept retreating, while Zhao Feng seemed determined to take someone else's head, kill people, and kill Buddha.

Zhao Feng's brothers had already understood what Zhao Feng meant at this moment, and immediately followed him and cleared a bloody path for him.

In a blink of an eye, a corpse was left behind Zhao Feng, only a few steps away from Liu Baihu.

Liu Baihu was shocked. Although he was also from a military background, he was still far behind his masters like Zhao Feng.

The guard beside him rushed up immediately. Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go to die."

With the blade passing by, the guards who came from here were instantly killed on the spot.

Zhao Feng became more and more brave as he killed, and he rushed straight to Liu Baihu with one step.

Liu Baihu was so scared that he was scattered. In a panic, he could only rush up with his teeth.

With a clang, Zhao Feng cut off the hard knife in his hand with a knife, and another knife was taken directly into his throat with his backhand.

Liu Baihu looked frightened and thought his life would end there.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful hands grabbed his shoulders, pulled them back hard, and the blade stroked against Liu Baihu's neck.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Baihu heard a muffled sound of the collision. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Feng staggering back.

He was overjoyed and then turned around and saw a very fat monk.

The monk had kind eyes, and at first glance, he looked very much like the Maitreya Buddha worshipped in the temple. When Liu Baihu was urinating, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

Empty hands folded, and slightly bent her waist and said, "Amitabha, I am euphoric here, so don't panic."

Liu Baihu saw Eagle at this moment, and was happier than seeing his own father. He didn't care about his wet crotch and got up and said, "Master, help me get rid of this thief!"

Then Kong Ling looked up and looked at Zhao Feng coldly not far away, and Zhao Feng was also looking at Kong Ling quietly.

The two of them just made a move. Judging from Zhao Feng's experience, the monk in front of them was definitely not an ordinary person.

He held the steel knife in his hand tightly and smiled coldly: "Senior's sword technique reminds me of a person."

Zhao Feng smiled disdainfully and said, "Go aside, otherwise you will go to hell."

Empty but slow laughed: "Zhedong Sword King. It seems that he is indeed well-known. I will learn about it today."

Speaking of this, Eagle suddenly shot out, and the fist as big as a sandbag fell towards Zhao Feng.

Before the fist arrived, the bitter fist wind blew up Zhao Feng's long hair in an instant. Zhao Feng knew that this guy was not an idiot, so he slashed his backhand and forced the eagle back.

Zhao Feng had no more distracting thoughts in his heart, and his heart was as calm as the moon in his well, but the power of the knife in his hand was fully demonstrated.

One knife after another, each knife was all the best. It made people's scalp numb when they looked.

However, Kongling is the true disciple of Monk Peng, and the exquisiteness of boxing is above Zhao Feng.

The two of them instantly dismantled more than ten moves, and Ethereal did not lose any disadvantage.

However, Zhao Feng is already old and his sword is getting weaker and weaker.

Just when the two men were hard to kill, a fast horse arrived in a hurry. On the horse, a soldier turned over with his bow and arrow. Liu Baihu grabbed it and opened his longbow.

Zhao Feng's long sword was like a rainbow, with a huge force, and slashed towards Kongling's head. Kongling's hands were folded together and he caught the knife.

He raised his leg and kicked Zhao Feng directly into the chest. Zhao Feng burst backwards. As soon as he avoided this kick, he heard the sound of breaking through the air in his ears. Suddenly, a feather arrow stabbed into Zhao Feng's left arm.

Eagle seized the opportunity and suddenly ejaculated, shouted angrily, and hit Zhao Feng's chest with a palm.

Zhao Feng's back clothes suddenly shattered, his chest collapsed directly, and his whole body fell back like a kite with a broken string. After falling to the ground, blood spurted out.

Liu Baihu smiled and said, "Damn it, let you be rampant. Take it down for me."

Zhao Feng forced himself to support his body. At this time, seven or eight soldiers rushed forward, spears and swords, and greeted Zhao Feng.

At that moment, Zhao Feng was pierced by a spear, and his whole body stood on the ground, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

When Zhao Feng's brothers saw Zhao Feng's death, they all turned red and rushed towards Liu Baihu.

However, two fists cannot beat four hands, and with the help of such an expert as Elf, Zhao Feng's people will die and run away, and they will not be able to become a climate.

A strong wind blew up, blew up sand and soil to cover the sky and the sun. Zhao Feng knelt on one knee on the ground, and a generation of sword king passed away like this.

Liu Baihu walked to him, put it on Zhao Feng's body, and shouted angrily: "I'm immortal, I almost killed me. Chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dog."

Then he turned around and said, "Thank you for your help. I am very grateful."

Eagle smiled very politely and said, "This is nothing, but the person who ran away is very troublesome. Go and chase it quickly. If you catch up, there may be a glimmer of hope."

Liu Baihu asked in surprise: "What's the way that a few people ran away?"

"Those people are the Jinyiwei." said ethereal and heavy.

When Liu Baihu heard this, his face was extremely pale, his legs became weak, and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Kong Ling supported him.

Liu Baihu calmed down and immediately drank: "Hurry, don't worry about this place, hurry up and chase me. Don't let those people run away."

Zhang Mu's side, under the escort of Han Fangshan, had already arrived at Feiyun Pass, boarded the ferry, and arrived in Rui'an quietly.

As soon as I arrived in Ruian, I got on the official road and headed straight for Wenzhou.

Liu Baihu chased Daorian City, where is Zhang Mu's shadow?
Chapter completed!