Hu Qingpeng was both shocked and suspicious. Who were these women who suddenly joined the battle group? He asked himself that he had never met them, let alone how deep the friendship was, but why did they help him? He only looked at their body movements and the divine light in their eyes. They were all very skilled in martial arts, not weak people.

Yu Chuyang also discovered the enemy that appeared out of thin air and shouted in anger: "These witches are all the way to them, kill them all!"

As soon as the words were finished, the four women's crossbows sounded in their hands, and the crossbow arrows left the strings and shot towards the guards of Yu's mansion. The guards tried to swing their swords to block them, but the speed of the crossbow arrows was surprisingly fast, and their swords were raised to their chests, and they had been shot at the middle of their eyebrows or throat, and they were killed on the spot. Only when the crossbow arrows broke through the air were as dense as a rainstorm. Every arrow shot out, one person would die. No matter how he blocked and dodged, he could never avoid the sharp arrows that chased the soul. He didn't even have time to make a sound and reported to the King of Hell. Yu Chuyang and others had never seen such a terrifying weapon. Everyone was terrified and ran away with their heads.

Yan Jiu glanced at this scene at the corner of his eyes and shouted: "It is the Demon Sect's 'Soul-Chasing and Soul-Breaking Crossbow'!"

Yi Wufeng sneered, "You have some knowledge!" Taking advantage of his differentiated opportunity, the long sword suddenly changed its move and cut off the opponent's three poisonous claws.

Yan Jiu was sweating profusely in pain. He knew that the situation was not good if he continued to fight. He suddenly lifted his breath and jumped into the big hole on the roof. He was about to fly away. When his waist and abdomen became cold, a bloody sword tip emerged from his abdomen and was penetrated by the flying sword of Yiwufeng. He fell straight like a meteorite, and fell to the floor with a squirm. He looked at his proud and handsome opponent angrily and said with difficulty: "If you dare to kill the people in my underworld, you will not die well! I am waiting for you in hell!" He used his last skill and slapped his face with a backhand, his mask shattered, and his appearance was completely destroyed.

Yi Wufeng didn't expect that he would destroy his appearance. He was secretly shocked by the cold and mysterious style of the people in the underworld. He did not take his dying curse to heart. He jumped into the crowd, his palms and fingers flew, like the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. He was really invincible.

In less than a moment, all the evil people in the lobby were killed, with sticky blood everywhere, which was shocking. Three crossbow arrows in Yu Chuyang were firmly nailed to the wall, with black blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his death was quite miserable. The poor girls hugged them in a ball, curled up in the corner of the room and cried, clearly frightened by such a cruel and bloody scene.

Hu Qingpeng stood in a pool of blood with his sword in his hands. His wounds were thrusting and paining. He looked around his eyes and looked at the dead bodies. He thought that many people were dying under his sword. Suddenly, his heart felt sad and tired, his stomach sore up, and he bent down and vomited.

The four women in white put away their crossbows, walked to Yi Wufeng, and saluted them in unison, "Sir, please see the elder!"

Yi Wufeng took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on his palms, and asked casually: "Have everyone else solved it?"

The older one among the four girls said, "Report to the elder, there are still twenty-five evil slaves in other parts of the manor. They have all silenced as planned. Please rest assured. The subordinates also released the people in the dungeon. Five other robbed girls have settled down and they will be withdrawn with us later."

Yi Wufeng nodded and ordered: "Okay! Take away the crossbow arrows on the corpse, don't leave any clues for people to investigate. By the way, search out the gold, silver and jewelry brought by these guys, and it will be useful in the future."

The four women responded in unison to "yes" and immediately began to act.

Hu Qingpeng straightened his waist, looked at Yi Wufeng in surprise, and asked boldly: "You, are you the elder of the Demon Sect?"

Yi Wufeng looked over with his eyes and said with a smile: "So what? Do you want to eliminate demons and protect the way and uphold justice?" The Demon Sect is one of the most powerful forces in the underworld. There are many masters in the sect and dominates, and are a major concern for the righteous people in the martial arts world. In the past hundred years, almost every once in a while, a great demon has emerged from the Demon Sect, raging the martial arts world, killing the world and blood flowing into a river. Everyone is afraid of demons. In order to eliminate the Demon Sect, I don't know how many heroes and swordsmen bravely go to justice and sacrifice themselves to achieve their own deeds. Almost all sects on Baidao today

The family has a blood feud with the Demon Sect. Most people in the White Dao gritted their teeth when they mentioned the Demon Sect, wishing they could crush their disciples to ashes. Even the underworld did not dare to easily get involved with the Demon Sect, for fear of arousing public anger and being uprooted. The activities of the Demon Sect disciples are usually very secretive and will not easily reveal their identity. Anyone who dares to show their names in the world and regard themselves as the Demon Sect disciples are first-class masters and have extraordinary strength to sweep thousands of troops. The people in the world are afraid and hate them, and fear them like tigers.

Yiwufeng has already been ranked among the elders of the Demon Cult at a young age, and he has his own unique features. Because in the Demon Cult, the strong are respected. No matter what your background and gender are, as long as you have superior strength and are recognized by all the scholars, you are qualified to challenge any senior figure in the sect, and if you win, you will naturally replace it. Even the leader of the Demon Cult in the past has gone through countless battles and is the strongest, rather than designated by the previous generation of the leader. This strange style in the Demon Cult has created countless masters. Those who are in high positions are especially careful, and they practice hard without any trouble, and no one dares to relax and slack for a moment.

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and said, "My martial arts skills are not as good as yours. Challenging you is like hitting a stone with an egg. Unless I am an idiot, I will do such stupid things." As he said that, a complicated look flashed across his face, and he sighed, "What's more, black or white, right or wrong, can't we just make a conclusion by looking at the origin of the sect? Like Yu Chuyang, a disciple of Shaolin layman, is called a 'great charity'. Who knew that he was actually doing women's trafficking?" Thinking of his master Yin Tianyun, who is also a person who is difficult to distinguish between black and white, couldn't help but sigh a lot.

Yi Wufeng said: "Although you are young, you understand the truth more than those who claim to be a hero. At least you are not as stubborn and pedantic. The good and evil of human nature are only in one thought!"

It turned out that he came to investigate the disappearance of girls from all races. He followed clues to Yu Mansion in Hengyang, but after observing for several days, he did not find any abnormalities in the mansion. On that day, he ran into Hu Qingpeng and Chen Qinghua in Yu Mansion. He had an idea and wanted to use them as bait to find the imprisoned girls. As he expected, Hu and Chen were sent out of the city overnight. He followed and monitored all the way, and finally found the secret manor of Yu Mansion.

Hu Qingpeng had no special hatred or disgust towards the Demon Sect, nor did he see the people in the Demon Sect committing evil things that harmed the world. He did not have to find the other party to fight desperately and tear off the cloth strips of clothes and bandage the wound.

At this time, Chen Qinghua jumped off the wooden platform, looked at Yi Wufeng with his head in the side, and murmured: "Can you be the elder of the Demon Sect? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Yi Wu Fengqi said: "Why don't you believe it? Do you think I'm too young and my martial arts are not enough to convince the public?"

Chen Qinghua bit his lips and said, "I heard from the elders of the masters that all the masters of the Demon Sect have horns on their heads, as strong as oxes, and as fierce as evil. But you are so handsome and handsome, which is a thousand miles apart from their description." The so-called "good and evil" are incompatible. If Yi Wufeng is really the elder of the Demon Sect, then the dream in her heart will be shattered.

Yi Wufeng frowned and said, "How can you take the words of hearing? You believe so easily and you will suffer when you walk in the world in the future!" After that, he ignored Chen Qinghua and said to Hu Qingpeng: "Your sword is inserted into Yan Jiu's body, go and get it yourself!" He untied the scabbard and threw it in front of him.

Hu Qingpeng couldn't believe his ears and said in surprise: "You are willing to return the sword to me?" He knew that his skills were not as good as others and had no hope of regaining the sword, so he was deeply surprised by Yi Wufeng's decision.

Yi Wufeng said calmly: "I just borrowed a sword to see it. Do you really want your things? There are more than a thousand magic weapons in the world. Although your sword is good, it is not qualified to rank in the top ten. I don't care."

Hu Qingpeng thought to himself that you don’t care about it, so he quickly ran to Yan Jiu, pulled out the bloody Jingshen Sword, and wiped the bloody stains. This sword is a gift given to him by Mo Tianfeng. It has special significance, not just a sword. Moreover, there is a famous saying in the world that "the sword is there, and the sword is there, and the sword is gone." As a swordsman, it is definitely a great shame and humiliation.

Suddenly, when he heard the cry of "Oh, spare my life", a woman in white easily lifted a fat businessman as a pig with one hand and reported: "Elder Yi, someone here tries to pretend to be dead and get away with it. What should I do?"

The businessman was the young master Sun who had just fainted from fright. He struggled and twisted desperately, and whined, "Auntie, Sister Goddess, Guanyin Bodhisattva, don't kill me, don't kill me! I can give you as much money as you want, I have money! As long as you spare my life, I will give you half of my property, okay?"

Yi Wufeng said disdainfully: "You guy is unkind for wealth and helps evil, and should be killed!"

Hu Qingpeng shouted: "Let's wait!"

Yi Wufeng looked coldly and said impatiently: "What, what do you think?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "Although this person has done many evil things, if he has the heart to regret, we should give him a chance to be a new person. Moreover, he does not understand martial arts and does not have the power to fight back. If he kills him like this, it will be a spirit of disobeying the martial arts!"

Young Master Sun hurriedly shouted: "I must be a new person and reform myself!"

Yi Wufeng laughed and said, "Are you telling me the big truth? Have you forgotten who I am? In the eyes of my disciples of the Demon Sect, only strength is the only truth! Whoever has the right to decide the life and death of others. I hate these people who insult women and oppress ethnic minorities the most. If I am caught, I will kill them and take action!"

The woman in white threw Young Master Sun gently, and her hands were like lightning, and she printed on his vest with a "slap". Young Master Sun was hit by a palm, and his internal organs were shattered. Fragments continued to flow out from the corners of his mouth with blood. Perhaps because of his fat and thick flesh, he was not dead for a while. His dying eyes looked at Hu Qingpeng, as if he had something to say. Hu Qingpeng couldn't bear it, and sighed and walked to him squatted down, asking, "Do you have any last words to explain?"

Young Master Sun said weakly: "Young hero, you are the only one of these people. I'm almost out of here! Sun asked for something before he died, but I wonder if you can agree?"

Hu Qingpeng said: "Please tell me! If I can do it, I will definitely complete it for you."

A layer of joy appeared on Young Master Sun's face. He struggled to take off a black and transparent ring on his hand and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "Please go to Sun Mansion in Kaifeng when you go along, tell my family about my death and tell them not to avenge me! This ring is a token passed down from generation to generation in my family. Please pass it over to my wife."

Hu Qingpeng nodded solemnly and said, "I promise you! Don't worry!"

Young Master Sun smiled and said, "Thank you!" He relaxed, his eyes slowly closed, and then he left. Hu Qingpeng stood up in dismay, put the ring on his fingers, preparing to come to Kaifeng in the future, and then try to return it to Young Master Sun's wife.

At this time, Yi Wufeng's subordinates had checked all the bodies and invited the girls who were auctioned to leave the lobby. Hu Qingpeng asked Yi Wufeng with concern: "Where are you going to take them?" Yi Wufeng said: "Among those who were killed tonight, there are a few masters of the big gang. The companions they will be alerted at noon tomorrow at the latest. They must leave Hengyang overnight, otherwise a disaster will come. I will arrange for people to escort them back to southern Xinjiang." Hu Qingpeng was speechless. At this time, he could not help much. Only by relying on the power of the Demon Cult can he get rid of the pursuers that followed and send the girls away safely.

Hu Qingpeng and Chen Qinghua left the courtyard, made clear the direction, and ran towards Hengyang City. As soon as they ran out for several miles, they suddenly saw the night sky bright. When they looked back, they saw a raging fire rising into the sky. It was probably because Yi Wufeng and others evacuated and set fire to Yu Chuyang's courtyard. Just looking at the momentum of the fire, the items in the courtyard would be turned into ashes.

Chen Qinghua stared blankly in the direction of the rising fire, and felt sad in his heart. Tears that had been suppressed for a long time rolled down. He turned around and pounced on a big tree, crying loudly. Hu Qingpeng was a monk with two inconspicuous thoughts. Why was she sad? He scratched his ears and asked, "Senior Sister, what's wrong with you? Did you be bullied by the evil people just now?"

Chen Qinghua stomped his feet and said, "No! You... you don't understand what others think at all!"

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and smiled bitterly. The girl's minds were ever-changing. If he could guess it through, he would be a god! He sighed: "What sad things do you have? How can I know if you don't say them? If you tell me to listen, maybe I can give you some advice."

Chen Qinghua wanted to say a word and whispered: "You can't solve it!"

Hu Qingpeng said: "Is that so? If you don't want to say it, then forget it." He knew his senior sister's personality quite well and couldn't hide anything in his heart. Even if you don't ask her, you have to say it on your own initiative, otherwise you will not be able to sleep peacefully.

Chen Qinghua gradually stopped crying, and after a while, he whispered: "He... Mr. Yi is the elder of the Demon Sect, and I am a disciple of Hengshan Sword Sect. Even if we meet in the future, we will be as powerful as water and fire, and as strange as we are!" His tone was grieving and bitter.

Hu Qingpeng's ears buzzed, and his blood rushed to the top of the door. His feet were light, as if the center of gravity was unstable, and the scenery in his eyes was shaking. It turned out that his senior sister was actually interested in Yi Wufeng! He calmed down and wanted to comfort his senior sister, but his jealousy surged up, and the words changed their taste: "Hmph, Yi Wufeng acted erratic and vicious, and killed people without blinking. He had a full domineering style of the Demon Cult. What should I worry about like this? Any disciple of the Demon Cult will be punished! The next time I see him, I will ask the head master to take his life!" At the last sentence, he was really showing his murderous intention, and he wished he could tear Yi Wufeng into pieces.

Chen Qinghua wiped his tears and said angrily: "You are not allowed to say that to others! If he hadn't arrived in time and killed those villains who did evil, would we still survive? You should thank them for their great life-saving kindness."

Hu Qingpeng sneered: "Just, why should I thank him? He used us as bait to find the secret stronghold of Yu's mansion. If he hadn't deliberately sealed our acupoints, how could we fall into Yu Cai's hands and be at the mercy of others, so that we almost died? This man is full of tricks and deep in his mind. You don't know if you sell you!"

Chen Qinghua fought a cold war and said tremblingly: "Are you saying he is using us?" Thinking of his terrible experience in Yu's mansion and the humiliation of being auctioned in public, he couldn't help but tremble. He then recalled the last words that Yi Wufeng left in Taoyuan in Yu's mansion, as well as the timing and words and deeds of his appearance, clearly had premeditated. So I don't want to know what his status he is in other people's mind.

Hu Qingpeng said: "Senior sister, the disciples of the Demon Cult are all cold and ruthless and selfish people. Don't be deceived by his gorgeous and hypocritical appearance! We..."

"Don't say anything more!" Chen Qinghua interrupted his junior brother's words and burst into tears. She sobbed silently, raised her sleeves to wipe her tears, and whispered: "Let's go back to the city!" Without waiting for Hu Qingpeng to respond, her sleeves fluttered and she ran with her breath.
Chapter completed!