More than a dozen blades were pointed at several injured targets in the circle, and the killer in black ignored several seriously injured people. He raised the blade and slashed at several people. The blood was as blood as the setting sun, dyeing the huge stone slabs of the thirty-two peaks red.

"Kill you and kill you." Feng Feiyang's eyes were red and he waved the gun in his hand.

The crazy Feng Feiyang was covered in blood, and he held the ion gun in his right hand and shot at the black-clothed killer.

"Ah, ah" screamed. The black-clothed killer who was shot instantly dissipated into blood mist and filled the air.

The disgusting smell of blood became stronger and stronger. When the killer leader saw the dying target, he turned his brothers into blood mist, frightened and afraid to attack him.

Could it be that this body is killing too much and encountering a mountain monster!

The Deadly Seventh Palm, chasing the man in black, slapped out with the wind and thunder. The Black-Clothed Killer was the opponent of Deadly Seventh, who ran while dodging and fighting. Not long after, he ran out of the second miles. When Deadly Seven realized something was wrong, he immediately threw out the soul chain and killed the man in black with one blow. He picked up the bag on the ground and turned around and flew over the woods, and ran back to the Thirty-Two Peaks.

He was careless after all, and was hit by the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain. I hope his Feng'er is safe!

The anxious and deadly Qi turned around and flew away, leaving behind afterimages in the lush forest.

Suddenly, a tiny knock sound came from a hidden forest. This sound was the call for help from his secret guard team in danger. One long and three short, long and short.

The Deadly Seven forced himself to twist between the trees and flew away to find the source of the sound. In the dense forest not far away, Yin Zheng and his secret guards fell into the bushes with a blue face.

Only Yin Zheng had strong internal strength could barely knock on the tree pole for help. He knew that with his master's deep internal strength, he would definitely be able to listen to the secret words. As expected!

"Yin Zheng, are you?" The seven deadly urgent.

"Zhuzi, my subordinates are incompetent, and my brothers are all poisoned." Yin Zheng's face turned ashen and dark purple blood gushed out of the corners of her mouth.

The Seven Deadly Swordsman was anxious, but he couldn't help his brother who followed him through life and death.

He opened Feng Feiyang's backpack, quickly found the pills for detoxification, and quickly stuffed them into the mouth of the poisoned secret guard. But he prayed in his heart that the girl could hold on for a while!

At this time, the huge stone slabs of the Thirty-Two Peaks were scattered everywhere with broken limbs and broken arms, and the blood of more than a 10-inch thick stained the stone slabs and streams.

The tourists hiding behind the giant tree secretly saw the killers who instantly dissipated into blood mist, and their souls were shocked without words.

"Demon, demon, monster." The group of people shouted, trembling with each other. They were so scared that they would be the next one to turn into blood mist.

When Death Seven rushed to the Thirty-Two Peak, there was still a little shadow of the killer.

Feng Feiyang knelt in front of Canchun with long hair spread out, dealing with the bloody hole in his heart for Canchun. However, Duanmu Jingxuan and the other four guards fell into a pool of blood without knowing their death.

There was a bloody color outside the eyes, and the thirty-two peaks became a huge pool of blood. Even the surrounding mountains and forests were covered with a layer of blood mist, which made people shudder.

"Feng'er" was shocking to see the knife wound on Feng Feiyang's back and left shoulder! His heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe! He wished he could not take these two stabs instead of Feng Feiyang.

The man didn't cry easily, but he was not sad. Feng Feiyang, who was checking the wounds of the tranquil spring, heard the familiar call and felt relieved. She was afraid that another killer would come!

"You're back." Feng Feiyang's tears were blurred and his voice was choked. Two lines of tears flowed down his thin cheeks. How much helplessness and despair were contained in his hoarse voice!

"Feng'er, it's all my fault for being careless and being tricked to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Feng Feiyang's ears choked sound of the Death Qi came, and a big hand held on her injured left shoulder pity. It was as gentle as the warmth of a feather crossing the tip of her heart, for fear that Feng Feiyang would disappear if heavier.

Feng Feiyang was stunned and turned his head to see the tall Qi Zheng half-kneeling beside him with tears in his face. Tears rolled down from his beautiful eyes.

Feng Feiyang saw heartache and guilt in the beautiful double star eyes of Death Seven.

"It's not up to you, Master Qi. I was too careless and provoked my enemies." Feng Feiyang looked at Shinqi and shook his head gently, holding back his tears. Seeing that his backpack was Shinqi's guard in his arms, it would be a lie to not be moved!

When the Dead Qi heard Feng Feiyang call him Qi Master again. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and it hurts so much that he can't breathe! His Feng'er was blaming him, and he didn't even want to scream.

In fact, Feng Feiyang misunderstood by Death Seven. People must be so casual in panic. They will think so much about it!

Feng Feiyang saw the desperate eyes in the eyes of Death Qixing, thinking that he was seriously injured. He hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, Mr. Qi, Canchun and the others are still there to save me. After the bleeding stops, I will help you see where the injury is injured?" As he spoke, Death Qi put down his backpack, which contained the first aid medical bag.

When Feng Feiyang heard Feng Feiyang's concern, he felt sad and happy. He hurriedly opened his backpack and Feng Feiyang quickly took out what he needed.

The two of them were squatting in a pool of blood for Canchun and Duanmu Jingxuan, and four other guards were cleaning the wounds and stopping the bleeding. Fortunately, Canchun's life should not be lost. The black-clothed killer stabbed the killer in a direction and barely saved his life under the emergency treatment of Feng Feiyang.

After nearly an hour of busyness, several people finally had no worries about their lives.

"Feng'er, I'll help you deal with the wound." The Dead Seven Star's eyes were filled with tears, and gently helped Feng Feiyang to clean and stop bleeding.

Feng Feiyang's flesh-turning knife wound hurt the cold and hard heart of the Death Qi. He swears, no matter who it is? Whatever planted by his Feng'er today will be rewarded tens of millions of times in the future.

Yin Zheng and his group, who took the detoxification pill, finally recovered their strength. Several people supported each other and staggered towards the Thirty-Two Peaks.

This is the most embarrassing task since his Fengzi Group was established. Since he was knocked down with poison without any awareness, he would not be able to revenge this revenge.

The tourists hiding behind the big tree saw that the black-clothed killer was killed. There was no danger to the few living people covered in blood. They all poked out half of their bodies and looked forward.

It has to be said that people’s curiosity is different from ancient times, time and time!

The internal strength of the Death Seven was deep and the hearing was extraordinary. When he saw a group of tourists behind the tree, his heart skipped a beat. There were too many people and it would be absolutely unfavorable for Feng'er if this matter was leaked. He made a secret decision and gathered the internal strength of the ten-handed test with his right hand. For Feng'er, he was willing to go to hell.

Feng Feiyang, who had just settled the wounded, turned his head and saw murderous aura bursting out from his eyes. He looked along his eyes and saw a group of young young men and young masters looking at them with terrified eyes, anxiously looking at them covered in blood all over their bodies.

"Yuan, don't kill them, please." Feng Feiyang understood the intention of the Death Seven in seconds. He wanted to destroy these innocent lives for her! What kind of virtue is Feng Feiyang? There was such a man who killed innocent people for her.

In this situation, Feng Feiyang wouldn’t understand the man’s intentions? Then she is just an idiot!

Feng Feiyang hurriedly pulled the big hand of Death Seven, indicating that he should not kill him indiscriminately. Feng Feiyang tiptoed and pulled down the collar of Death Seven.

Dead Seven bent down and bowed his head in great cooperation. He knew that Feng'er had something to say. If Feng'er hoped to let go of these people, he would never waver his decision just now.

"Yuan, I have a way to make them forget what they saw just now." Feng Feiyang whispered in the ears of Death Seven. The warm breath was like a dragonfly squirting water, and Feng Feiyang's unique body fragrance was lingering in the question of Death Seven Nose.

If it weren't for the wrong time and place, I really wanted to kiss the rose petals hard. Deadly Qi thought so and forgot to answer Feng Feiyang's words.

"Don't kill them." Feng Feiyang reminded Death Seven again. Taking advantage of Death Seven's trance, Feng Feiyang enclaves to find the memory removal pen in the pendant and takes out two sunglasses. Wear one by himself, and the other quickly helps Death Seven.

Feng Feiyang pulled the Death Seven and headed straight for the crowd behind the big tree. Both of them were covered in blood, and Feng Feiyang even had his hair disheveled and his hands were stained with blood. His appearance could not resist this ghostly look!

The group of people couldn't help but be frightened again, and they all looked at the two bloody people, one tall and one short, tremblingly. They were afraid that the short bloody man would slapped into blood mist with his sleeves, so he raised his hand. The group of people widened their eyes, showed a desperate expression on their faces, and they looked at Feng Feiyang silently.

Feng Feiyang raised the memory removal pen in his hand, and a dazzling blue light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. Cleared his throat, Feng Feiyang said loudly: "What you see is an illusion, no killer or no dead. You admired the sunrise and sunset of Duxiu Peak, and go home to find your mother quickly." After that, he pulled the life span of Qi and left.

When Yin Zheng and his group came to the Thirty-Two Peaks with difficulty, they saw the young masters in garments supporting each other and walking down the mountain. They were filled with magical colors, and they were not as frightened as before.

It's sunny

Didn't these brave young men and young masters notice that they were stepping on a layer of blood? Yin Zheng and his subordinates were about to kneel down to this group of people! Most people really can't afford this courage.

After Feng Feiyang's diagnosis, Yin Zheng and his subordinates took another detoxification pill to clear the remaining poison.

Feng Feiyang and Shishiqi moved Canchun and Duanmu Jingxuan to the clean tree and waited for them to wake up. Yin Zheng led his subordinates to clean the battlefield.

As the sun sets, Feng Feiyang and his group finally returned to the foot of the mountain.

When the guards guarding the horses saw a stranger coming down with his unconscious companion on his back, he was shocked. God, helping the miracle doctor carry a basket can make him die. This is a talent!

"My doctor, are you..." The guard who looked at the horse asked nervously, and looked up the mountain.

"We were assassinated and everyone was injured. Find a way to inform your son to prepare medicinal materials and ask the doctor." Feng Feiyang finished speaking in one breath, leaning weakly on the back of the Deadly Seven, without saying anything.

After one after another, Duanmu Jingxuan and Canchun lying on the single stand were there. The few people didn't dare to say much, and helped the person carrying the person on his back and lift the person. The group stepped on the twilight and headed straight to the Yuhuayuan of Sikong Jueying's house.

The Dead Seven carefully protected Feng Feiyang in his arms, for fear that the galloping horse would be topped by Feng Feiyang's wounds. The expression on his face was so wonderful!

"Feng'er, does your wound still hurt? Do you want to run slowly?" The Dead Qi wanted to hold Feng Feiyang in his mouth, with a look of distress.

In fact, Feng Feiyang's wound was not too serious, and it would be fine after debridement and stopping bleeding and bandaging! But he was cared for by Death Seven to be like a person who was about to die. Feng Feiyang's heart was a little moved.

It only takes one hour to get from Yuhuayuan to Duxiuyi Mountain. But Feng Feiyang and his group of people traveled through the night for two and a half hours before they arrived at the gate of Yuhuayuan.

The guard was about to knock on the door.

"Teng'" Rows of torches lit up in front of the gate.

A majestic loud voice sounded: "Who is the quack doctor who treats the head of Sikong's hometown? Take it down for me and immediately take it to Jingzhao Yi Prison." A sword-bearing general walked out of the darkness, full of resentment. Isn't this Yang Fan, the personal guard of Yi Youqin Hanmo, Jingzhao Mansion?

Feng Feiyang was so angry that she was shaking. She was plotted against. Damn, she had to go to prison for treatment? What is the reason?

Who is it that she wants Feng Feiyang to live?
Chapter completed!