The night is as bright as ink, and you can't see your fingers in the mountains and forests. Occasionally, there will be a phosphorus fire floating by, which will aggravate the gloomy ghost spirit.

The heroes of the world who came to the world dispersed and responded from afar, spared no effort to search for targets by the pool. Everyone knew that killing an elder of the Demon Sect who was alone and had no power to fight back was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whoever could cut off the head of Yiwufeng would be famous in the world.

Hu Qingpeng had already passed through the woods and climbed over several cliffs with the protection of the thick night, but the tingling meridians in his body gradually slowed down. Although he had taken the spiritual pill secretly made by the Demon Sect, because he had no time to calm down and recuperate, his medicinal power was limited. This round of foot release was extremely exhausting to rush to exhaust his power, and the qi and blood in his lower abdomen were also circulating.

Seeing that he was sweating like pulp and breathing heavily, Yi Wufeng knew that his physical energy was exhausted and he was at risk of vomiting blood and falling to the ground at any time, she said softly: "Don't force it, it's best to find a place to rest first to avoid internal injuries! If you fall into a coma, we will be unable to escape the robbery!"

Hu Qingpeng stopped and gasped for a while, saying word by word: "Don't worry, as long as I am here, no one can take your life!"

Yi Wufeng was moved, tears blurred her eyes again, leaned gently on his shoulder, and sighed, "You, why are you doing!"

Hu Qingpeng's heart was stirring, and a word he thought about day and night almost rushed out. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the words back into his stomach. The matter was divided into seriousness and slowness, and murderous intent was the beginning. Now is not the time for children to have a long relationship. However, Yi Wufeng's proposal made a lot of sense. He really needed to recuperate his injuries immediately, otherwise he would not have the power to fight back when encountering the enemy. He found a secret cave, fell to regulating his breathing, absorbed the true energy of heaven and earth, and devoted himself to treating his internal injuries. Yi Wufeng was guarding the entrance of the cave, holding the jade flute to warn him.

At dawn, rustling footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave, and occasionally the sound of weapons hitting the rocks. The forests were terrible, and even the chirping of the tits disappeared. A faint murderous aura filled the air. Yi Wuran was shocked and immediately realized that the pursuit was close at hand. He looked at Hu Qingpeng. He was still in a state of meditation. Once disturbed, he was easily in a state of being in trouble. Even though she had collapsed in the past without changing color, she was so anxious that her silver teeth were clenched and her palms were sucked in cold sweat. She could only pray to the heavens that he could wake up in time.

The footsteps gradually approached. After careful identification, there were about six or seven people coming. Yi Wufeng tried her best to suppress her heartbeat, and quietly moved to the side of the entrance of the cave, pressing tightly against the rock wall. Suddenly, the golden blade broke through the air, and the vines covering the entrance of the cave were cut off. The light shot in obliquely. A crisp female voice shouted: "Senior sister, there is a cave here. I'll go in and see if there is any weirdness!" "Be careful!" Before she finished speaking, a nun holding a sword had jumped into the cave. Before her eyes could adapt to the darkness in the cave, Yi Wufeng Yufei sent her straight and hit the acupoint on her waist. The nun screamed in shock and fell softly to the ground.

A few screams suddenly sounded outside the cave: "Save junior sister!" "There is someone in the cave!" "Is it that witch?!" Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and a man waved his sword to open the way, and rushed into the cave with great strides. Yi Wufeng used the same trick again, and the jade flute shot straight over. Unexpectedly, the man had excellent ears and blocked the sword. With a sound, he actually hit her jade flute and flew out of his hand.

The man's eyes turned, and he had already captured the situation in the cave. He laughed proudly and said, "I am the only skill in killing the witch!" The sword flower shook, and the cold light pierced Yi Wufeng's throat.

Yi Wufeng's face flashed with evil spirits and shouted coldly: "Rats are looking for death!" With a bent finger, he stumbled into the sword's spine, shaking the sword three feet left, then stepped out of his palm, and quickly hit the man's lower abdomen in an incompetent way. The man fell to the ground with a muffled groan, and his skin was covered with white frost. Yi Wufeng's reckless qi was emitting real energy, and the toxicity of his hard suppression immediately broke out. His body was like tens of thousands of ants biting bones, and cold sweat rolled down. His body tilted, and he knelt down on one knee in pain.

The restricted nun was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted: "Senior sister, come in quickly! The witch's poisonous attack is almost gone!"

Yi Wufeng glared at her with pain and said coldly: "If you talk too much, I'll kill you first!"

"Let's go! Don't hurt my junior sister!" The voice fell, and another nun broke into the cave with his sword. The sword was blowing tightly, obviously because she was afraid of being attacked. Her sword skills were much higher than those of the previous two. A ball of silver light rolled like a ball, and the cold sword wind was hissing and swooping, leaving only one Yi Wufeng who could succeed had nowhere to start.

After the nun adapted to the light in the cave, she saw Yi Wufeng in pain and was delighted. She was delighted. The sword shook five cold stars and stabbed her vital points in no particular order.

Although Yi Wufeng saw that the opponent had three virtual and two real moves, she was helpless at this time and barely let her back. Her right arm hurt and was stabbed to a sword. The blood immediately dyed the white clothes red.

The nun seemed to have taken a reassurance and sneered: "What elder of the Demon Sect, but that's what it is! I'll die!" With a swing of the sword, it slashed violently from the extreme.

Yi Wufeng watched the sword sharply, and no longer had the strength to avoid it. A thought flashed through her mind: Am I dead so easily? At this moment, a loud shout came from behind her: "Stop!" A black shadow flashed, and Hu Qingpeng's steep body as strong as a mountain was blocking her, and the broken sword was twitching. With a loud sound, the nun shook back three steps and the tiger's mouth was cracked. Yi Wufeng was in surprise and couldn't help but reach out to put his hand around his tiger's waist, and sobbed: "That's great, you're finally awake!"

Hu Qingpeng gently patted her jade hand and said softly: "Don't worry, leave them to me to deal with it!" After using the self-healing exercises in the middle of the night, his injuries had healed 80% of his injuries, and his skills seemed to have improved a lot. Just now was the critical moment for him to use his skills. Fortunately, Yi Wufeng stopped all the three of them, otherwise he could end his life with just a light sword.

Seeing this, the nun shouted angrily: "Bah, shameless! Hu Qingpeng, you are indeed a traitor with the demon witches of the Demon Sect, and violated the justice of the martial arts world! If you fail the teachings of the master, how can you be a disciple of my seven sword sects? If you are greedy for women and willing to fall into depravity, you will be detrimental for thousands of years!"

Hu Qingpeng said in a deep voice: "Stop it! Master Jingchen, you are neither Hu's elder nor the leader of the martial arts world. What qualifications do you have to make this conclusion about me? Don't slander people with blood, just show off your words!" It turned out that the other party was Jingchen of the Emei Sect, who had killed Gong Yixiong with him, which was also considered an old acquaintance.

Jingchen said disdainfully: "You traitor, don't you let others say anything if you do something ugly? If you have the courage, you will kill everyone in the world to silence you!" Suddenly, he leaned over and grabbed his junior sister and jumped out of the hole. She was not a fool. Since she had experienced the power of her opponent, she would certainly not fight with him alone and insult her.

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly said, "Young master, we have to break through immediately, we can't wait for them to summon people!" Yi Wufeng said, "Not bad!" He picked up the jade flute and jumped directly onto his back. Hu Qingpeng tightened his hand and broke the sword, flew up, kicking the injured man underground out of the hole first, and then jumped out.

As soon as the man flew out of the cave, several sword lights shot out, stabbing his body almost at the same time. He screamed and fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound, giving more air and less air. Those who drew the sword screamed: "No, I recognized the wrong person!" "It's Senior Brother Luo!" "It's abominable, I actually used the Li Daitao Zombie trick!"

Hu Qingpeng would not allow the other party to organize a second round of offensives. Taking advantage of their shock and shock, the sword came out like the wind and stabbed the two nuns closest to the entrance of the cave. When the third sword was handed to a man in white, the opponent was awakened, and instinctively jumped back and waved the sword to match. At the same time, Jingchen and another woman in yellow shouted in unison, and both swords came out quickly, stabbing Hu Qingpeng's vital parts one left and one right, trying to rescue his companions.

Hu Qingpeng suddenly pulled himself out of the air, like an eagle and falcon fighting against a rabbit, and cut his sword with all his strength. "Dang!" The two swords touched each other, and the man in white couldn't grasp the weapon, and the long sword flew out dozens of feet away. Hu Qingpeng stabbed several times, sealed his acupoints, then turned to the ground, and calmly blocked Jingchen and others' pursuit.

Jingchen saw that there was only one person left in the blink of an eye, and Hu Qingpeng was fierce and fierce, and his sword skills were sharp. He knew that he could not stop them. He screamed: "Junior Sister Wu, send a signal for help!" The woman in yellow woke up like a dream and hurriedly reached into her arms to grop.

Hu Qingpeng's heart sank, pounced on the woman in yellow, swung his sword and stabbed the woman in yellow. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Jingchen pounced on him regardless of life and death, forcing him to return to the sword to resist. The sword lights intertwined, and Jingchen let out a low cry, and the hilt of the back waist was hit by the hilt of the sword, and fell to the ground. At this time, a loud bang in the air, a bright firework bloomed - the woman in yellow finally sent a signal for help! Hu Qingpeng shook his head helplessly and sighed, attacked the four swords hard, and suddenly waved a move to the side of the woman in yellow, and pointed to her acupoint.

I could only hear the sound of roars in the distance, and the heroes scattered in the mountains and forests were coming frantically after seeing the fireworks.

Hu Qingpeng didn't dare to stay where he was. He changed to the long sword in Jingchen's hand, flew into the forest, and ran towards the direction with the sparse roar. He had just left, and a mysterious man fell from the top of the tree, his cold eyes swept towards Jingchen and others who could not move, and his murderous intention was revealed...

In just half a day, Hu Qingpeng had been intercepted five times, and more than twenty heroes in the world were knocked down by him. Every time he fought quickly and fled desperately, but the shouts and screams of the pursuers were still lingering, entangling him like a nightmare. The forest was filled with murderous intent, poisonous hidden weapons, cold swords, and deadly iron fists, which would fly out from the branches and leaves at any time, attacking them ruthlessly. If Hu Qingpeng had not had extraordinary eyesight and familiarity with the environment of the woods and could detect abnormal situations one step ahead of time, he would have died at least seven or eight times.

The trees gradually became fewer, and the light in front of them became brighter and brighter. The unexpected attack no longer happened. Hu Qingpeng felt uneasy, but he had no time to explore the reasons. He ran forward wildly, and with a whistle, he finally rushed out of the death forest.

Outside the forest is a flat valley, with tall weeds growing in the valley, spreading all the way to the hillside, as if it was a huge green carpet. Countless colorful wild flowers mixed in, swaying with the wind, and they were beautiful and charming. In the sea of ​​grass, more than ten people stood suddenly, carrying weapons, destroying the harmonious scene of nature. They seemed to have been waiting in the sun for a long time, but no sweat could be seen on everyone's face.

Hu Qingpeng's wild steps stopped abruptly, looking at the people ahead coldly, but his heart was filled with storms. At first glance, there were several acquaintances in his list, including Dongfang Changhe of the Oriental Family, Zhou Zihuan of the Wudang Sect, and Li Shan of the Beggars' Sect! Although the others were meeting for the first time, they were all masters with a strong momentum and profound skills. He and Li Shan touched their eyes and nodded slightly, and they both showed some helplessness at the same time.

The Long River of the East seems to be the leader of this operation, and he was at the center of the ranks. He laughed loudly: "Young Master Hu, you finally appeared, and we have worked so hard! You are a disciple of Hengshan Sect. You should understand the difference between right and wrong, good and evil, so don't stand in the wrong camp. If you can make a mistake, reform your mistakes, and hand over the demon witch to us for disposal, it is still time." He and Hu Qingpeng met six years ago, but things have changed. The little boy back then has grown into a heroic and unyielding boy, and he can't recognize him at all.

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and said firmly: "No, I won't hand her over to you!"

Dongfang Changhe's face sank and said unhappily: "Hu Qingpeng, you are so confused! Don't you know that the Demon Sect is the mortal enemy of all sects and gangs in the world? Don't you know that the Demon Sect disciples are cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous, and commit evil deeds? What is the purpose of you desperately defending this Demon Sect's demon girl? You are a disciple who has been cultivated for many years in Hengshan Sect, and you should repay the kindness of the master's sect, but you are so willful and treacherous that you will only slander the Hengshan Sect and embarrass the leader Chen! Aren't you afraid of being expelled from the master's sect and becoming a lonely ghost?"

Hu Qingpeng's face was pale, and the other party's words hit his heart like a hammer, forcing him to face the problem that he had been avoiding - if he still insisted on protecting Yi Wufeng's safety, he would face the consequences of being expelled from the wall! With his understanding of Chen Tianlei, this is a foregone conclusion. But even if he gave up Yi Wufeng at this moment, can he get the understanding of Bai Dao people? He can return to his original track and act as if everything was done.

Hasn't it happened? Idiots know that this is impossible. Once he has something to do with the Demon Sect, he can't wash it even if he jumps into the Yellow River. He closed his eyes gently and let the wind blow across his face, his mind gradually calmed down, and he smiled indifferently: "Young Master Dongfang is sincere and has given me a good intention. Now, how can I deal with the master of the sect deal with me? It's not a problem for the young master to do anything about me. I will never give up the person!"

Yi Wufeng smiled quietly, reached out and gently stroked the strong muscles on his shoulders, his eyes unspeakable sweetness.

Before Dongfang Changhe answered, Zhou Zihuan shouted angrily: "Ignorance junior, I am really ungrateful! You are stubborn with the demon witch girl in the Demon Sect, and I am afraid you have forgotten what chivalrous ways are! Since you are obsessed with you, I will teach you a lesson for Master Chen!" Dongfang Yan, his sister who was obsessed with Dongfang Changhe, has been pursuing her for many years. She only married a beautiful woman as she wished. A few days ago, she sent her wife back to her parents' home to visit her relatives. When it happened, she acted with the masters of the Dongfang family.

Hu Qingpeng swept the people opposite and sneered: "Are you going together or do you need to use the wheel tactic?"

Everyone was furious when they heard this. Canglanglang drew out his weapons almost at the same time, and they were trying to take the lead. They were all famous heroes who were famous and relied on their identities and were unwilling to join forces to fight a junior, and they even started arguing. Seeing that his companions could not stand up, Zhou Zihuan frowned, suddenly leaped out, his sword trembled rapidly, and stabbed Hu Qingpeng's eyebrows without saying a word.

When Hu Qingpeng and Qingxuzi were facing the sword, they happened to see this move. They knew that Zhou Zihuan's sword stabbed the eyebrows with a slight sword in his forehead, and the purpose was to lure him to block the sword. Then he would snatch the empty door on the right side and cut his waist and ribs horizontally. At that moment, he ignored the faint enemy sword, bounced his short body, and drove straight in. The sword light was like a blazing, and it penetrated into the opponent's lower abdomen like lightning.

Zhou Zihuan was shocked and could not understand that this young opponent was so smart that he could see through his move changes in advance and hurriedly returned to the sword to intercept. Everyone's eyes flashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashed loudly. Zhou Zihuan flew backwards, his face full of anger and embarrassment. Hu Qingpeng was about to defeat his opponent in one go, but his ears suddenly thrust, his body solidified, and the invisible sword energy covered his body, pressing the weeds tightly against the ground.

Only when the leaves were heard, groups of heroes of the martial arts rushed out of the woods, including men, women, young and old, tall, handsome and ugly, and their clothes and weapons, obviously from different sects. They either took a meal to all walks to the grass. There were about a hundred people in black, surrounding Hu Qingpeng and Yiwufeng, like wolves that found prey, with scarlet murderous aura in their eyes. This was the first time that most of the rich guys saw their true faces, or were surprised by Yiwufeng's beauty and pride, or were surprised by Hu Qingpeng's youthful and calmness, and could not help but whisper and whisper.

Hu Qingpeng looked around and did not see a pair of friendly eyes. He felt a chill in his heart and he held the sword tightly. Facing so many enemies, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would be ruthlessly cut into meat sauce. He whispered: "Young Master, we can't escape this time! Sorry, I was unable to fulfill my promise."

Yi Wufeng seemed to carelessly and whispered: "Do you regret dying with me?"
Chapter completed!