Chapter 49

Hearing Bai Hongxiao's words, Yi Xiaofeng's eyes brightened and subconsciously took out chiyun sword.

"Don't check. This power will be touched when your life is in danger." Bai Hongxiao shook his head.

When life is at stake?

Yi Xiaofeng is tangled in his heart.

Isn't this torture?

If it doesn't work at that time, won't the wave die?

meanwhile.

The friars of the Northern Wei Dynasty flying with swords outside the window have disappeared, but there is a cry of killing in the distance. It seems that the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty has surrounded the single house.

Bai Hongxiao did not hurry out, but meditated on the spot and continued to counteract the power of the curse.

Yi Xiaofeng looked at him and asked, "senior, why have you helped me many times?"

Bai Hongxiao closed his eyes and said calmly, "you have a chivalrous heart. Today's cultivation world is short of people like you. I hope you can stick to your original heart and always maintain that righteousness."

Yi Xiaofeng was ashamed to hear this.

He admitted that he was a good man.

Ordering takeout and taking a taxi will be highly praised.

Reading a novel will vote for the author.

Respect the old and love the young, and don't bully the weak.

Although his character is good, he is far from chivalrous.

Bai Hongxiao mistook him.

The audience also laughed:

"Ha ha, ha ha, I'm going to laugh to death."

"Yi Xiaofeng: you... You may think too much..."

"Yi dog also has a chivalrous heart?"

"The sword saint can't see people's eyes."

"I think Yi Xiaofeng really has chivalrous blood in his bones. When he chose the enchanted camp for Wang Yanran, he was really handsome to me."

"Stop talking, it's love, not chivalry!"

……

"Wait for noon." Bai Hongxiao said calmly.

Yi Xiaofeng could only restrain the emotion surging in his heart and followed him to meditate and rest.

When the Royal friars of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered zhuoye castle, zhuoye Castle fell into chaos and there was a sound of fighting everywhere.

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly frightened.

Things are going wrong.

Is the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty slaughtering Zhuo night castle?

It's right to think about it carefully. The tragic death of the third prince is a great crime to kill the nine families.

But isn't this time for Tu Xin?

Yi Xiaofeng was a little anxious. He looked at Bai Hongxiao and asked, "you are the sword saint. Do you want to guide the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty to deal with Tu Xin?"

Bai Hongxiao didn't open his eyes and replied, "it's not necessary. It's too late to stop Tu Xin. I can feel his breath. It's already strong. All monks in the Northern Wei Dynasty have to die."

So exaggerated?

Yi Xiaofeng asked cautiously, "what is Tu Xin's accomplishment? Jindan? Or Yuanying? "

Friar Yuanying is the strength of the ceiling in Daqian Prefecture.

"Cheng Yuanying." Bai Hongxiao replied indifferently.

Looking at his tone, Yi Xiaofeng felt confident and asked, "do you have a chance to win now?"

"No."

“……”

Then you pretend to be calm!

Yi Xiaofeng was crazy and speechless.

Time goes on.

It's getting closer and closer to noon.

Every half an hour, Yi Xiaofeng will hear the prompt that the contestants are eliminated, which makes the atmosphere of the script more tense.

At this time.

Bai Hongxiao suddenly got up and was so frightened that Yi Xiaofeng stood up.

"I'll go first. You can act according to your circumstances. Don't get close to the black hole." Bai Hongxiao left these words and pushed the door out.

When he came to the courtyard, he pulled off his coir raincoat and threw it away.

The sun shines on him, and his back falls into Yi Xiaofeng's eyes. He is so tall.

Yi Xiaofeng chased out and asked curiously, "why don't you hide your identity anymore?"

Know you're dying?

Bai Hongxiao replied, "I want to give others confidence."

When the voice fell, Bai Hongxiao jumped up, and a flying sword flew out of his sleeve, quickly enlarged and fell at his feet, taking him to the horizon in a flash.

Yi Xiaofeng was filled with emotion.

Is this the sword saint?

Every word is pretending to force.

I want to be such a person in the future!

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and smiled. He followed him away.

He wants to see if he can find the disciples of Suxin palace or the disciples of blood leader.

As soon as he passed two streets, he saw someone fighting by the river not far away.

One of them is Yang Yu.

This guy is still alive!

Yang Yu's opponent was a skinny middle-aged man with two machetes in his hand. He got the upper hand and beat Yang Yu back, covered with blood.

It seems that Yang Yu is dying.

Yi Xiaofeng walked directly over.

Yang Yu was surprised to see Yi Xiaofeng.

He opened his mouth and shouted, "senior, help me! This man is a devil! "

The middle-aged man glanced at Yi Xiaofeng and frowned.

Yi Xiaofeng in coir raincoat is not a layman at first sight.

"Who is your excellency? Don't meddle in the business of blood leader! " The middle-aged man murmured.

Yi Xiaofeng wanted to pass by. When he heard that it was the leader of blood, he immediately turned to the middle-aged man.

Without speaking, he took out the long sword given by Bai Hongxiao.

Seeing his posture, the middle-aged man understood that the war was inevitable.

"Hum! Die! "

The middle-aged man first kicked Yang Yu to the ground, and then rushed to Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng stamped his feet and hit the ground with his spiritual power, making him jump directly.

He stabbed him with a sword.

After learning the match sword technique and being instructed by the swordsman for two days, Yi Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is already very strong.

The middle-aged man moved, subconsciously stopped, raised his machete and staggered to resist.

Qiang!

The blade fell between the two knives and sparks burst out.

Yi Xiaofeng's left hand suddenly appeared chiyun sword. He held the sword and stabbed the middle-aged man's chest.

Puff times——

The blade pierces the chest of a middle-aged man. A sword is fatal!

It shows that this guy is not very powerful if he can tangle with Yang Yu for a long time.

The middle-aged man stared with astonishment.

Yang Yu did the same, but his eyes were full of excitement.

How strong!

Yi Xiaofeng fell to the ground, then pulled out his sword, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground.

Yang Yu quickly got up. His face was blue and purple, and there were many knife wounds on his body. He looked as embarrassed as before.

This guy is really unlucky. He has been beaten in this program.

Yang Yu comes over and wants to please Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng turned and left.

"Elder, I......" Yang Yu wanted to speak again.

Yi Xiaofeng left a sentence without looking back: "follow again and die!"

The husky voice was full of murderous spirit, which frightened Yang Yu to stop immediately.

The reason why I didn't kill him was to take into account the friendship of the previous issue.

Soon, Yi Xiaofeng disappeared at the corner of the roadway.

"How domineering..."

Yang Yu worships Yi Xiaofeng and looks in the direction he left. He has been impressed by Yi Xiaofeng.

The audience laughed and peed.

What if Yang Yu knew the true identity of Yi Xiaofeng?

The other side.

Yi Xiaofeng secretly wondered.

The content of branch task 2 is to kill the right friars and evil friars in the city. You can get 100 points for each friar killed. If you kill the evil friars, you can get 200 points for each friar killed!

Not just the players, but the monks!

He has killed several monks. Why doesn't he have a point prompt?

Is it the final settlement?

Yi Xiaofeng thought for a moment and focused on the front.

He quickened his pace.

He heard a woman's voice faintly.

All the way.

He jumped onto the eaves of an attic and looked down. There were five women in the courtyard. They were blocked in front of the courtyard wall by a fat man.

The first woman is chenlan of Suxin palace.

Chenlan dragged her right arm with her left hand. Her right arm was bleeding. I don't know what weapon she was hurt by.

"Chen Lan, aren't you very proud? Isn't it hard to bear the power of the curse? Hahaha, just in broad daylight, let me enjoy your five little women's skins! " The fat man smiled grimly. He twisted his neck and approached chenlan.

The four nuns behind chenlan screamed with fear.

The four women had stopped Yi Xiaofeng before. At that time, they looked so cold that they were different from now.