Dao Baifeng was about to avenge her son, but a figure stopped her. She was neither the other person nor the only guard Gu Ducheng.

He looked solemn, and his huge axe was facing Mo Wen, but he said, "Prince, Princess, go quickly! The evil man is amazing! Go back to Dali and find someone to deal with him! Go quickly!"

Dao Baifeng had recently lost her son and had long had the idea of ​​death in her heart. At this time, there was no place to rely on it. She immediately bypassed Gu Ducheng and rushed over. Unfortunately, in less than two rounds of battle, Mo Wen was hit on the shoulder by a palm. When his head hit the rocks on the roadside, he fainted immediately.

If Gu Ducheng hadn't wielded his two axes and saved him desperately, Mo Wen would have lost his life.

At this time, Gu Ducheng was covered in blood, holding two axes in his hand, dancing up and down, and was like crazy. The pair of pure steel axes in his hand made the movements and the opening and closing attack and defense were quite ruling, and Mo Wen couldn't take him for a while, so he could only take the opportunity to add wounds to him again and again.

And Duan Zhengchun just pressed down the finger force in his body and wanted to rush forward to help.

But Gu Ducheng shouted: "Prince, go! Take the princess back to Dali and come to take revenge again another day! Go!"

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a while. Just now, the five people were still not Mo Wen's opponent. At this time, only he and Gu Ducheng decided not to be opponents, but it would never be possible to ask him to abandon his brother and escape.

At this time, a figure suddenly flashed behind Mo Wen, and he suddenly hugged his back, but Chu Wanli, who had already fallen down, was at this time his internal organs were broken and he could not use his internal strength, but he hugged Mo Wen's waist tightly with his arms, and still shouted in his mouth: "Lord! Let's go!"

Seeing this, Gu Ducheng hurriedly took an axe and slashed at Mo Wen. But Mo Wen's shadow kept changing, but he used the skill of the Tianshan Plum Hand to kill the plum hand. There was only a crisp sound. Mo Wen patted the axe face and knocked Gu Ducheng's weapon out in an instant.

Gu Ducheng lost his axe and immediately imitated Chu Wanli's appearance, pressed his head against Mo Wen's chest, hugged his front abdomen tightly, and shouted in his mouth: "Prince, go!"

Mo Wen kept hitting out his palms. He only hit Chu Wanli and Gu Ducheng vomited blood, but they both hugged Mo Wen and refused to let go.

"Brother Gu! Brother Chu!"

Duan Zhengchun cried out with a sad cry and looked at the two who were vomiting blood. His eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and picked up the sword Baifeng who was lying on the ground, and galloped away.

Listening to the dull thumping sounds behind him, the King of Dali Zhennan was already bursting into tears.

Looking at the two people who were gradually moving away, Mo Wen's mouth showed a sneer, his hands suddenly poked out, pressing Chu Wanli, Gu Ducheng and his two heads twisted, and only two clear sounds of fractures were heard, the two of them were suddenly extinguished and fell to the ground.

He had intended to let Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng go, otherwise how could these two useless people stop him?

He suddenly shouted at the woods next to him.

"Mr. Murong. Since you are here, why not come out and see you?"

Then I heard a burst of laughter from the forest. Murong Bo walked out.

"Young master! I just got the Murong family's turn of stars and practiced to this point in just a few days. I'm afraid that the ancestors of Longcheng were just like this when they were alive!"

As he said this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. This man was so powerful at a young age. He could defeat the Duan monarch and minister of the Dali family. Moreover, his martial arts talent was extremely amazing. If it was not eliminated as soon as possible, it would be a big problem.

A murderous aura gradually surged out of Murong Bo's eyes.

But when I thought of the mysterious Xiaoyao Sect behind Mo Wen, and the Xiao Yuanshan and his son, I could only sigh helplessly, and my murderous aura gradually subsided. It was not the time.

Mo Wen seemed to have never noticed the murderous aura, but instead asked Murong Bo: "Mr. Murong is satisfied with what he is doing?"

Murong Bo was stunned and then reacted. Mo Wen killed many people in the Dali Duan family and showed the method of moving around. Dali Duan family would never let him go. Even if Duan Yu was not killed by him, he would be counted on him at this time. The Murong family and Duan family's holidays can be said to have been taken over by him.

I immediately clasped my fists and said, "Satisfied, of course I am satisfied. The young master helps me. My Murong family is very grateful!"

Don't smile.

"That's good, but sir, don't forget our agreement!"

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Outside Yanmen Pass, Qiao Feng was standing under a huge rock. He saw that the mountain wall was naturally smooth and smooth, but the large rock in the middle was full of marks of axe. It was obvious that someone deliberately cut off the left handwriting.

He ran thousands of miles away but only got such a result. Qiao Feng felt so angry that he couldn't stretch out his heart. He slashed his palms, and only made stone chips splatter everywhere. He seemed to have to vent all the grievances he had suffered over the past month to this stone wall. Later, his palms bleed and bloody handprints slapped the stone wall. He kept on.

When he was on the right foot, he suddenly heard a crisp voice from a woman behind him saying, "Mr. Qiao, if you continue to fight, this mountain will also be knocked down."

Qiao Feng was stunned and turned around and saw a girl standing beside a flower tree next to the hillside, wearing a red shirt, smiling at the corner of her mouth. It was Azhu.

After not seeing her for several months, her injuries improved, but for some reason, her face looked a little haggard, as if she was worried about something.

Qiao Feng saved her that day, but she was just angry for a moment. She didn't care much about the little girl herself, but she was a little happy to see this familiar face. However, after he was furious, he turned angry and happy. The smile on his face was quite reluctant, but Azhu seemed to have been stimulated, and jumped into his arms and cried, "Mr. Qiao, I... I have been waiting for you here for five days and five nights, I'm afraid you can't come. You... You are here indeed. Thank God for your blessing, you are finally safe."

Listening to the concern in her words, Qiao Feng's heart trembled, and he felt that except for his parents, he had never been so kind to him. He slowly raised his arms and hugged him in his arms.

Thousands of miles away, in a small wood outside Shaolin Temple, it was midnight at night, with vegetation and trees, moon and stars, everything was quiet and lonely, only the summer cicada kept chirping, and one or two nightingales were passing through the forest.

But under the moonlight, two monks, one gray and one black, rushed back and forth. Both of them had great light skills, and they ran dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

Then the monk in gray in front stopped suddenly and looked at the old man in black who was chasing behind him, and his expression was a bit complicated, both regretful and sighing, but in the end they all turned into a strong murderous intent.

The old man in black suddenly felt something was wrong. The two fought three times, but they all stopped. They thought it was the same this time, but when they saw the monk in gray showed such murderous intention, they immediately became alert.
Chapter completed!