Two figures are fleeing in a forest in Datong Mountain.

When he looked closer, one of the figures was Qingyu's very familiar old friend, Jin Mingxuan. He was supporting the other blood-stained figure and moving quickly towards the place where the red arrows rose.

"Junior brother, go quickly, don't worry about me." The senior brother, who was supported by Jin Mingxuan, shouted.

At this time, according to the routine, it should be "No, Senior Brother, I can't leave you." And Jin Mingxuan is not disappointed. It should be said that those who practice "Haoran righteousness" will say this. Only Jin Mingxuan shouted: "Senior Brother Zhang, if you want to die together, I, Jin Mingxuan, are you afraid of death?"

"Junior Brother..." Senior Brother Zhang was moved by these sincere words and tears filled his eyes.

If this situation is changed to a man and a woman, it would be a good story.

"No one can escape." With a loud shout, a fist shadow with a strong evil spirit attacked and headed straight towards the two people who were separated from life and death.

"Junior Brother!" Senior Brother Zhang suddenly pushed Jin Mingxuan aside, turned around and palmed him, and faced the heavy punches that were rushing towards him alone.

"Bang--"

Senior Brother Zhang was beaten back by this heavy punch, and hit the big tree not far behind him, shaking the branches and leaves.

Senior Brother Zhang spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, with some fragments in the blood. This punch had already hurt his internal organs.

"Junior Brother, go..." In such a state of injury, Senior Brother Zhang still only remembers his junior brother. I have to say that those who can practice "Haoran righteousness" are considered the best-selling person. (Except for two fakes)

"I can't walk." As he said, a burly figure surrounded by evil spirit walked out of the woods.

The person who came was full of evil spirits, and his skin was black, like a black iron talisman. Compared with Mr. Wu Qu, his body was even more burly than Mr. Wu Qu, and his wide Confucian uniform was forced into a tight suit.

"Junior brother, he has trained the "Iron Clothes of Hundred Battles" of the Daqian Army to great success. You and I are definitely not his opponents. You go first, and your senior brother will stop the back." Senior Brother Zhang is also knowledgeable and can see the other party's condition at a glance.

"You have knowledge," the man twisted his neck and made a loud crackling sound. "Ha, it's still more comfortable. It's so uncomfortable to use bone shrinkage to compress it into a weak and short slut. You can't escape. For your brotherhood, I will leave you a whole body."

"That's not necessarily..." Senior Brother Zhang stood up with the trunk and tried to straighten his back. "Today, I said junior brother will definitely leave."

The already exhausted true energy began to fill again, and a abnormal bright red color appeared on Senior Brother Zhang's face, "Since ancient times, no one has died, so I will leave my loyalty to shine in history. This brother, I will take my last move "Blue Blood Shine in My loyalty."

The thick "Haoran righteousness" hit a new high again, surpassing the level of Senior Brother Zhang when he was in full swing, and it is still rising continuously.

The blue blood shines on the heart of the lord, and the Confucian school’s life-threatening move uses the true energy and life as the torch, and bursts out with unparalleled power.

"Haha, I'm trying hard," said the burly figure, "You really don't look like our Daqian scholars at all. Those people look like sissies without eggs, and you are a real warrior."

He raised his fists, and the murderous aura gathered on the fists, dyeing the already black fists extremely dark, and then dyeing them with bright red blood. He used the desperate method of burning the qi and blood.

"Shenwu Hou" Luo Feng has been stationed in the Western Regions for many years. The soldiers in the army have always lacked the courage to fight and the means of desperate efforts.

"Today, the one who kills you will be the one who kills the Shenwu Army Xiao Lian."

The fist of war and evil spirits is against the move of fighting for the great energy to fight for life. The two collided and burst out with a vast energy. The trees around were tragically cut by the energy and penetrated through it. Jin Mingxuan's clothes on the side were almost blown away by the strong wind.

"Senior Brother..." Jin Mingxuan looked at the figure ahead that he never retreated, and his eyes were filled with sadness or guilt.

"Senior brother, I'll help you." A loud shout came suddenly, and a white figure broke in, pressing his hands on Senior Brother Zhang's back, and the "Haoran righteousness" of the same origin intersected, allowing the "Haoran righteousness" who was in decline to press back.

"Junior Brother Feng..." The voice of Senior Brother Zhang recognizes the helper. Feng Jiu, who has just become a core student, never thought that this junior brother Feng, who has just mastered "Haoran Zhengyi", also has such courage.

Senior Brother Zhang laughed happily: "Okay, Junior Brother Feng, you and I will fight him together today."

The abnormal blood redness on his face faded away, and he brought it with him, as well as the normal blood color he should have. Senior Brother Zhang's face was pale, and even his hair was slowly turning white. This was a real decisive blow.

"puff--"

This sound of vomiting blood came from Xiao Lian, the formerly arrogant Shenwu Army. The decisive "Blue Blood Shines the Danxin" and the support of the new force behind it, it defeated Xiao Lian's "Iron Clothes of Hundred Battles" and made his hard skills break.

"Ahem, Shanhe Academy is really well-known..." He dropped this sentence that seemed to admit defeat, Xiao Lian was injured again, decisively removed his true energy and fled into the woods.

Veterans who fought on the battlefield are really well versed in protecting themselves and are extremely decisive. They should not do anything, so they are seriously injured and run away directly.

Unlike Xiao Lian, who barely escaped, Senior Brother Zhang lost his aura and fell to the ground after losing his desperate target.

"Senior Brother..." Feng Jiu hurriedly supported Senior Brother Zhang's leaning forward upper body.

"Senior Brother Zhang..." The shout came from Jin Mingxuan, and he hurried over to check on Senior Brother Zhang's situation.

"Senior Brother Feng, is Senior Brother Zhang okay?" Jin Mingxuan's eyes flashed with a dark look, and Xiang Zheng came to Fengjiu, who held Senior Brother Zhang with both hands.

"Senior Brother Zhang..." Feng Jiu said in a sad voice.

"Dead..." Suddenly, he turned around, pushed his palms flat, and imprinted on Jin Mingxuan's chest.

"The two flows of Qi and shock a hundred miles."

Jin Mingxuan was hit hard by the double heavy palm force, which coincided with the sound of Senior Brother Zhang colliding on the ground.

"Just like you."

At this time, "Fengjiu" finally showed his true martial arts and sentenced Jin Mingxuan's upcoming fate. Like Senior Brother Zhang, that is, death.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing..." Jin Mingxuan still had the strength to speak, questioning the "Senior Brother Feng" who suddenly attacked him with doubts and grief.

Protective armor?

Qingyu felt the touch on his hand just now and guessed.

Yes, this "Senior Brother Feng" who suddenly appeared was faked by Qingyu using his disguise technique.

As for why he pretends to be Feng Jiu, please listen to the next breakdown.
Chapter completed!