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At the gate, a strange sweet fragrance blew in the wind, filling the air. A young man in a gorgeous dress with a hand-cranked folding fan first walked into the inn. He was handsome, slender and upright, with a precious jade pendant on his belt, and an evil smile always hung on the corner of his mouth, which was quite cynical. The two girls following him were dressed in white, with white skin as white as snow, graceful figure, and his soft waist could only be held in one hand, beautiful and charming.

;The other one was wearing red clothes, plump and tall, with his peaks almost splitting out, his big watery eyes were full of spring, and his eyes drooled as he drooled, and his eyes almost fell to the ground. At the end was a guard in black. He had no expression on his face and his eyes were empty, and his whole person was carved like ice. He held the hilt firmly in his right hand, and his body exuded a murderous aura. As soon as they stepped into the inn, they became the focus of everyone, and the needles in the store could be heard.

Hu Qingpeng looked at the new guest vigilantly. When he saw the face of the black-clothed guard, his heart was shocked and he almost exclaimed. This man looked very similar to Gao Qingcheng, almost made of the same mold, but he was obviously mature and stronger than Gao Qingcheng. I wonder if he and Senior Brother Gao are related to blood? Why are he like a walking corpse without any feelings?

The young man in the gorgeous clothes glanced around his eyes, and a strange light suddenly shot out from his eyes. He put away his folding fan and walked straight towards Yi Wufeng, clasped his fists from afar and smiled: "I didn't expect that in a remote and remote place, I could meet a dragon and phoenix among people! This brother Tai is so majestic, like a crane stands out from a flock of chickens, which makes people admire him. My younger brother Yuwen Zheng, please disturb him rashly, please don't be surprised. I wonder if my brother Tai can give him a name so that he can get close to you?"

As they approached, the fragrance in the air became more and more intense. Seeing that Yu Wen Zheng was extraordinary, dressed noblely, and behaved generously and appropriately, he had the unique charm of a mature man, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and felt uncomfortable all over. He secretly speculated about the other party's intentions. Yu Wen Zheng had nothing to do and had to make plans! I wonder if their goal was Yi Wufeng or himself? I hope they had nothing to do with Baiyun Sect.

Yiwu frowned slightly, revealing a disgust that was not easy to detect, and said calmly: "Young Master Yuwen is so polite! I am an unknown person, and I dare not swear to your son. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, so it's better not to mention my name."

Yuwen Zheng's smile froze, and a ray of anger flashed through his eyes, and he laughed and said, "Since you are destined to meet, why should you keep someone from thousands of miles away? Do you really have no face?" His palm suddenly poked out and grabbed Yi Wufeng's slender hand placed on the table. This move seemed simple and casual, but in fact it was an extremely clever way of grasping. The landing momentum was sometimes left and right, and the energy covered the three-foot range of the table.

Hu Qingpeng saw that Yu Wen Zheng had disagreement and used force, which was really insulting, and his evaluation of him was immediately greatly reduced. He was funny in his heart. As the elder of the Demon Cult, Yi Wufeng was the only one who bullied people. When did she be bullied by others? Especially since she disliked contact with men the most, and Yu Wen Zheng actually wanted to belittle her, wouldn’t she make trouble on Tai Sui’s head?

Yi Wufeng frowned and snorted coldly: "Rareless!" Her fingers were slightly raised into orchid-shaped, and her fingertips trembled rapidly, and thousands of changes were generated in the narrow space, as if playing invisible strings, and one sharp finger wind after another stroked the other's pulse door.

Yuwen Zheng did not expect that Yi Wufeng's martial arts were so skillful. He couldn't help but exclaimed, his palm shrank rapidly, and he was still hit by two finger winds. Half of his body was paralyzed. He did not change his face, but he took two steps back under his feet and said with a smile: "I'm confused. It turns out that my brother is not only a character, but also a master who is hidden! He is indifferent."

Yi Wufeng sneered and said, "Forgive me, I won't take your plan! If you have no other important things, I won't be with you." She threw a ingot of silver on the table and left with her sleeves.

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly followed him.

Yuwen Zheng watched Yi Wufeng's back disappear, his face turned gloomy. When the internal force passed, the paralyzed meridians quickly recovered their perception and murmured: "It's interesting, you actually bump into the beauty of the Demon Sect! Such a personality and such temperament are rare among millions of people!"

The girl in red next to him touched her and said in a silence: "Master, do you fall in love with her? She is so cold!"

Yuwen Zheng pinched her delicate cheeks and said meaningfully: "For a man, if an iceberg can melt, the pleasure of conquest may be the strongest!" A hot flame ignited in his eyes, and the naked yu hope was undoubtedly revealed.

There was nothing to say all night. The next day, the clothes danced phoenix, Hu Qingpeng set out for Wuchang. Shortly after they left the town, they heard the sound of hooves on the road, the wheels rolled, and a gorgeous carriage chased after him like wind and electricity. The one who drove the car was Yu Wen Zheng's black-clothed guard.

Hu Qingpeng said: "Young Master, it seems that Yuwen Zheng is unstoppable and is chasing him!"

Yi Wufeng sneered: "The soldiers come and the generals are blocking them, and the water comes and the soil is covered. Who is afraid of whom! I want to see what medicine he sells in the gourd!" He pulled the horse to the side of the road and looked coldly at the approaching carriage.

Unexpectedly, the black-clothed guard turned a blind eye to them, and the carriage blew past them like a gust of wind, without stopping at all, and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

The expected battle did not happen. Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "Strange, is it because we were too worried that we had no intention of continuing to get entangled, but we just happened to be on the same road?"

Yi Wufeng shook her head and said, "Yuwen Zheng is arrogant and domineering, isn't he the kind of person who suffers a loss? Moreover, he is dressed gorgeously and still takes pretty maids to serve the marquis when he goes out for a long time. He looks like a person who is greedy for pleasure and addicted to women. He is willing to get up early and travel, 80% to chase us, otherwise he will sleep until the sun is noon. I guess he may be waiting in front to stop us."

Hu Qingpeng frowned and said, "Since that's the case, should we take a detour to avoid them and avoid conflicts?" It's better to have less trouble than more trouble, not to mention that the other party is not a weak person, and it is difficult to judge the victory or defeat in the fight.

Yi Wufeng glared at him and said angrily: "What is my identity? How can I take a detour because I am afraid of my opponent? Once it is spread to the world, it would be strange if I don't make people laugh. When things come, I would rather choose to fight than escape! No matter how strong the enemy is, I will try his best!" After that, he swung his whip and urged the horse to go straight.

After walking for more than ten miles, gradually, there were few people, and large areas of weeds and shrubs began to appear. Occasionally, there were wild dogs wandering around, and crows clattered in the air. At this time, the road winded through a forest, covering the sun, with thick shade and overgrown grass, quietly without a single voice. Hu Qingpeng murmured: "This is a good place to kill people and destroy corpses!" After walking into the forest for more than a hundred steps, he suddenly saw a carriage parked in the middle of the road, which just blocked the way. The black-clothed guard sat in the car like a sculpture, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

Yi Wufeng and Hu Qingpeng exchanged glances and sang: "Hey, a good dog is not blocking the way! Please drive the carriage away!"

The black-clothed guard didn't move, as if he couldn't understand the sarcastic meaning of Yi Wufeng's words.

Yi Wufeng was secretly angry and raised her skills and shouted: "Yuwen Zheng, don't be mysterious. I know you are hiding in the car! Are you a human or a ghost? Get out and talk!"

There was a smug laughter in the carriage. The curtain was lifted, and Yu Wenzheng jumped out of the car first, followed by the two red and white women. Yu Wenzheng waved the paper fan with a certain light in his eyes, as if he was facing a hand-catching prey. He smiled and said, "Everyone is old, miss, why are you so angry? You need to know that angered women are likely to grow old."

Yi Wufeng was not surprised to hear him exposing the fact that she was dressed as a man, and said in a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Yuwen Zheng, what are your intentions to stop us for no reason? Do you think you suffered less yesterday?"

Yuwen Zhengzheng said, "My sincerity, can't you see my sister? The Book of Songs says: 'The doves are singing in the river island. A beautiful lady is a gentleman.' I fell in love with the lady at first sight, and couldn't extricate myself. Last night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night. If the lady could accept Yuwen's wishes, the glory and wealth in the world, I would be willing to offer it with both hands! I..."

Yi Wufeng said impatiently: "Shut up! Are you worthy of being called a 'gent'? You are a disciple who is accused of being right and wrong. No matter how much you say it, I won't believe it even if you say it!"

Hu Qingpeng secretly cheered: Good scolding! This guy who looks like a toad wants to eat swan meat - a delusional!

Yu Wen Zheng was not angry when he heard this, raised his chin and said, "No woman I like can escape from my palm, and you will be no exception! I am here to conquer you today and let you become the woman I am under! As long as you are obedient, I will let you taste the greatest pleasure you can enjoy as a woman!"

Yi Wufeng was furious. Although there were many people in the Demon Sect who were greedy for women, they followed the rules in front of her. No one dared to be rude and shamelessly put forward such inappropriate thoughts. Silver teeth bit their faces, frost on their foreheads, and the blue veins on their foreheads were beating faintly. They were obviously extremely angry and said coldly: "Yuwen Zheng, you are the first man to insult me ​​like this! If you don't cut you into pieces today, you will be able to dispel the hatred in my heart!"

Yu Wen Zheng didn't care at all and laughed: "Then you let the horse come and kill me! Why, are you reluctant to let it go?"

Hu Qingpeng was so angry that he was about to explode when he heard the teasing intention of Yuwen Zheng's words. An uncontrollable murderous intent rushed straight to the top. Although the elder of Yiwufeng Nai Demon Sect and his status was very different from him, he was the woman he admired the most, like a holy snow lotus on an iceberg, which could not be defiled by others. However, Yuwen Zheng repeatedly offended her and violated his taboos. He shouted angrily: "Yuwen Zheng, go to die!" He suddenly jumped up and flew across the air like a big roc. His fists suddenly slammed down with the force of Mount Tai. The violent fist wind made the horse neigh and retreated in panic.

A look of surprise flashed in Yuwen Zheng's eyes. A mere servant was so skilled! He shouted: "Dog slave, are you worthy of fighting with me? Knife slave, kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed. The black-clothed guard who had been in the car moved to the sky in an instant. A cold light broke through the air like lightning, slashing the big hole above Hu Qingpeng's head.

The sword energy was poured down like ice water. Hu Qingpeng felt awe in his heart. The enemy's murderous aura was extremely powerful, especially the sword technique was strong and fierce. With one knife, he had the power to open the sky and split the earth. He was definitely the first-class sword master! With the murderous intent, he thrust his body, and he pulled it up three feet high, and his iron fist slammed on the surface of the knife. The black-clothed guard, known as the "Sword Slave", twisted his wrist and slashed it back, and he was quickly cut, not giving him a chance to breathe.

Hu Qingpeng quickly took out a dagger with his right hand, stabbed the blade with his tingling force, and jumped backwards, landed in front of the Fengwu Horse. But when the sword light was like snow, the sword slave slashed one after another, all of which were attacking tricks, chasing him tightly. Hu Qingpeng had no sword in his hand, and faced the opponent's continuous killing moves, with almost no power to fight back, and was trapped in danger in a blink of an eye. The sword slave's strength seemed to never be exhausted. Every time he slashed, he was still as inflatable as the first knife, making Hu Qingpeng unable to deal with it and retreat step by step.

In the crisis, I suddenly heard Yi Wufeng send a voice transmission: "Idiot, don't fight with him! Avoid the real and go around the weak, wander around and move, and leave as soon as you touch it!" Hu Qingpeng was enlightened and immediately woke up, quickly avoided the grass and trees, and used the complex terrain to get rid of his opponent. The sword slave had a good sword technique and a deep internal force, but the transformation of the single-minded technique was not flexible enough, and he seemed to have no self-awareness and lacked flexibility. He only knew how to mechanically execute the master's orders. He chased behind Hu Qingpeng, swung his knife and cut it away, and opened a passage. The big trees blocking the road fell one after another, and countless leaves flew into the air.

Hu Qingpeng was stunned to see it. This man was so terrifyingly destructive! He wanted to use external objects to consume the opponent's strength, and he used the Hewu body technique to fight and flee, gradually moving away from the road and entering the depths of the woods. Even so, the opponent's attack became more and more fierce, and the cold sword aura cut his clothes into many places. Hu Qingpeng was both angry and annoyed. This was the first time he was forced to be so embarrassed by his opponent in a fight. If it weren't for the trees temporarily delaying the opponent's speed, he would have fallen long ago! However, as long as the sword slave was not a body of steel, he would have slowed down the offensive due to exhaustion. Then it was the time for him to counterattack!

The two chased and fled. The knife slave didn't know how many trees were in trouble. Suddenly, he bumped into a century-old tree. The wood was particularly hard. He couldn't cut off the trunk with one knife. The blade was stuck in the middle of the trunk and could not be pulled out for a while.

Under the sense of the energy, Hu Qingpeng immediately noticed that the pressure behind him suddenly disappeared. He kicked the branch without thinking, turned around in the air, and used a "Xianke's Book" move in his hand to point at the enemy's eyebrows. The knife slave stared blankly at the dagger that stabbed in front of him, as if he was unwilling to abandon the knife and dodge. Hu Qingpeng was secretly happy. Although the opponent's martial arts skills were high, he was a fool and could not avoid this killing move! Before he could finish his thoughts, the white light suddenly shone brightly, and a three-finger-wide soft knife appeared out of nowhere, slashing on the dagger's edge.

Hu Qingpeng was shocked - it was believed that the enemy had made a mistake, and it turned out that he had a second knife hidden! A sudden light in his hand, and the dagger broke into countless pieces. Then there was a severe pain in his abdomen. He was kicked hard by the knife slave. He couldn't help but fly backwards, breaking several small trees, slid on the grass, blood spurting out, and cold sweat gushed.

The sword slave carried a soft knife as white as snow, and flew into the air like a shadow. The sword light flashed and slashed mercilessly. Hu Qingpeng quickly rolled in the toilet, but felt the blade pass by his back, and his hair stood upside down. Seeing that he was about to be injured under the other party's knife, a sharp roar suddenly broke the silence in the woods and rushed straight into the sky. The sword slave's movement suddenly stopped, as if he had heard the call of the Buddha, and immediately turned around and ran away, ignoring the target he had been chasing.

Hu Qingpeng accidentally escaped from death and couldn't help but say he was lucky. Seeing the sword slave running back along the road he was opening when he came, his heart moved and shouted: "Not good!" The roar just now must be Yu Wen Zheng summoning the sword slave. Doesn't that mean that Yi Wufeng will fight against four? He immediately jumped up like a fire and chased the sword slave at full speed.

The place where they fought had left the road dozens of feet away. The two of them ran wildly and returned to their original positions almost at the same time. The two girls fell on the side of the road with a look of dull expression. Yi Wufeng was fighting fiercely with Yuwen Zheng, while Yuwen Zheng had more defense and fewer attacks, and was already at a disadvantage and his life was in danger.

Yu Wen Zheng took the time to catch a glimpse of Dao Nu's figure, and was overjoyed. He thundered his lips. Yi Wufeng took advantage of his distraction and pointed his left finger at Feng Xu, and with a puff, he poked a blood hole on his shoulder, and blood gushed like a spring. At this moment, the sword wind whistled, and the Dao Nu rushed into the battle group like a tiger from the mountain, swinging his sword straight into Yi Wufeng's vital points. Yi Wufeng didn't care about expanding the results of the battle, and the "Peaceful Magic Flute" in his hand was like a seal, dismantling the enemy's killer moves one by one.

Yu Wen Zheng made a fool of himself and suddenly jumped to the open space. But he saw a handsome face with purple and purple, which was extremely difficult to see.

The sword slave alone in the battle uniform danced phoenix, and was able to equalize the beauty, killing the smoke and dust, which was difficult to separate. His eyes became redder and red in the fierce battle, as if he was congested, emitting a terrible red light. What's even more strange is that the darker the color of his eyes, the thicker the force of his attack, and it seemed to have infinite potential.
Chapter completed!