The wind and snow are swaying.

All that was left in Shaoshi Mountain was debris scattered all over the place.

Those who have died and those who have left, what is left?

Zhuge Xiaohua stood blankly next to Xiao Feng's body, muttering speechlessly. His three senior brothers also felt emotional at this moment, and they dragged their injured bodies and stood there helplessly. Facing the departure of the culprit, the four of them

There was actually no thought of taking action.

As a person from Six Doors, this result is undoubtedly the greatest irony.

The moment Yue Yuan left, the Four Great Sword Attendants of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum also used Qing Kung to follow him. Because the shock left behind was still vivid in their minds, everyone else present was at a loss and did not stop them in any way.

thoughts.

Maharaja Jiumozhi, who had been hiding in the corner, took a deep breath, feeling lucky.

But seeing the Shaolin Temple in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart. But even so, Jiumozhi had no intention of taking advantage of the fire. He didn't want to become a thorn in the eyes of other people present.

Let the fire that permeates the hearts of these people spread through yourself.

After thinking for a while, Jiumozhi quietly retreated towards the woods on the edge.

This Shaolin, even now, is still a dangerous place.

There were still several masters present, which made Jiumozhi surprised and wary.

What's more important is that the battle just now also greatly shocked his warrior heart.

"..."

After a vague sigh, Dugu Feng also clapped his hands. At this time, the big eagle that had been staying in the corner finally flapped its wings and walked out. The previous impact was not as big as for the big eagle.

No impact.

Even when he saw his true master, the big eagle didn't dare to step forward.

The reason is that it can feel the ferocious dragon-like aura, which makes the big eagle feel danger.

"Dugu Feng!"

Just when Dugufeng was about to leave, Wang Yuyan's voice suddenly came over.

"Um?"

He stopped and turned around in surprise. Dugufeng's eyes fell on Wang Yuyan, and he saw the other person said seriously: "The showdown between you and me hasn't started yet!"

"..."

With a stunned look on his face, Dugu Feng was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "I'm not in the mood to do anything today!"

"If you really want to fight... three months later!"

"Use everything you have gained and understood. You are not enough right now!"

Waving his hand, Dugu Feng turned around and continued walking in the direction of the big eagle.

"Place!"

"Place……"

Looking up and looking at the flying snow in the sky, Dugufeng pondered for a while, suddenly remembered a place, and replied: "Then Huashan!"

"Three months later, we will discuss swordsmanship in Huashan Mountain!"

After saying that, the big eagle raised its wings, fanned the wind, and flew up. Dugu Feng jumped on the back of the eagle and rode away. Many people on the top of the mountain were left looking up.

What's more, the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and there is no trace of the other party.

Watching Dugu Feng leave, Wang Yuyan immediately flashed her figure and walked towards the Shaolin Temple.

She wants to find her cousin.

It's a pity...

No matter how hard Wang Yuyan searched for him, there was still no trace of Murong Fu.

In the short period of time that followed, a battle broke out at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The imperial army fought with the people of Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Cave, facing an army with powerful weapons. No one in the Jianghu people was there.

Under the organization, there is naturally a mob.

Although many people escaped, a large number of people still fell into the hands of the army.

Immediately afterwards, the imperial army went up the mountain.

They have only one goal.

That is to capture the rebels.

And at the same time.

In the other direction of Shaoshi Mountain.

Murong Fu, who had already walked down the cliff along the trail and left Shaoshi Mountain, stood quietly in the wind and snow, looking in the direction of Shaolin Temple with tears in his eyes.

He knows.

From now on, his father Murong Bo is truly gone.

for a long time.

Murong Fu turned around and strode towards the north.

Turn back?

Once you've reached this point, how can you turn back?

It also counts that if the ruined Murong Fu wants to truly live upright in this world again, there is only one way left, the dream that carries the burden of the Murong family.

No looking back.

I don’t want to look back either.

Murong Fu walked towards the unknown future step by step.

At this moment, only the figures of two people echoed in his heart.

One is his father Murong Bo.

One is Dugu Feng who defeated him with three swords.

He reached out and patted the snowflakes on his body, but the snowflakes that followed him covered him again. He murmured in his mouth, as if he had made some decision in his heart, and his steps immediately increased.

Faintly.

There was only a faint sound of "Mingjiao" flying with the wind and snow.

At the foot of the mountain.

Yue Yuan, who was holding an imitation Yue Que Sword, kept following him, chasing his daughter's figure.

But one after another, he encountered many people who blocked him.

These people who are blocking all have a common identity.

It comes from Xixia Yipintang.

"Get away!"

With an angry rebuke, the light of the sword in his hand flashed, and people passed by him, blood spattered on them. Although they didn't care about the existence of these minions, their people, combined with sharp weapons, finally blocked Yue Yuan for a moment.

But just for a moment, they were distanced again.

He followed along, but encountered more and more obstacles along the way.

There is an illusion.

Yue Yuan felt that this was the route that Mingkong had already prepared.

Wave after wave of people sacrificed their lives to stop him, either by specialized candidates or by deluded people in the world. In short, those who blocked the road have become souls killed by the sword.

Even if he used the tracking method of cultivating demons in his heart, it did not have the results that Yue Yuan imagined.

Coupled with the heavy snow in the sky, which completely obscured his sight, Yue Yuan was actually lost in pursuit along the way.

Stand tall and steady.

Only the bells jingled.

The whole person was bathed in the vast snow, surrounded by people from all walks of life falling on the ground. The blood on the sword edge slowly fell along the blade and landed on the thin layer of snowflakes that had been spread on the ground.

Embellishing the beautiful beauty.

"Tao Heart Seeds Demon!"

After a long while, he recited the name of the opponent's technique. Yue Yuan's face could not be seen clearly under the white fur and snow. No one knew what his face looked like at this moment. Only the sound of anger and sighing could be heard.

Drifting in the wind and snow.

"Leshan Giant Buddha!"

As he muttered the location mentioned by Mingkong, Yue Yuan's mood was extremely confusing at this moment.

Little girl!
To be continued...