"The monk's hand has broken many swords!" said the happy monk with a big laugh.

"Is that true?" Sun Yifeng said with a sneer.

The Nine Yang True Qi attached to the knife, and the Happy Monk felt a sensation of heat coming. His powerful Vajra Palm had long been difficult to invade cold and heat, but this time the heat actually reached the meridians.

He quickly let go of his hand.

Ouyang Bailong was carrying a dragon-headed stick behind him, but he had no intention of taking action at this time, even though many people in Bailong Villa had died.

Liu Bao glanced at his own people, Lu Xi, Huangshan, Li Xiang... several of them were already dead, and the poison in Bailong Villa was too domineering.

"After I met Lu Xi, I told him for me that I would give his pension to his sister." Liu Bao swept across the long sword, and the warriors in Bailong Villa were covered with this sword.

He could not hide and was directly stabbed or killed.

Sun Yifeng seized the opportunity and the knife air gushed out.

But the monk Huanxi didn't care at all, and his body was not afraid of this inch of sword energy.

"Boy, you deserve to die!" The monk Huanxi was stabbed and a palm was imprinted hard on Sun Yifeng's heart.

puff…

Sun Yifeng vomited a large mouthful of blood and flew out directly.

Ouyang Bailong's dragon-headed stick finally came. His stick skills were practiced by himself based on the secrets left by Baituo Mountain.

Ruthless and vicious!

Sun Yifeng then stabilized his body in the air and blocked the dragon-headed staff with a backhand. Ouyang Bailong did not expect that Sun Yifeng could make a move under such circumstances.

Blocked the sword of Sun Yifeng to the ground, and as soon as he landed, he killed a monk from the Vajra Sect.

"Let's get rid of your ideas! Let's withdraw!"

"Yes!" everyone answered.

The retreat of the World Association has always been orderly. After they killed the enemy in front of them, they began to retreat.

"Liu Bao brings a guide!" Sun Yifeng said.

"Yes!" Liu Bao replied with red eyes.

"At this time, you won't think you can escape." Huanxi Monk slapped his palm, and Gangfeng stabbed his face.

Sun Yifeng felt his ribs break, and he smiled and said, "Of course I didn't think about leaving alive! But it depends on what you exchanged for me."

"Happy, let's do it together!" Ouyang Bailong said.

The guide was also reciting scriptures like an ostrich, and Liu Bao was entangled by a monk.

"Is it too late to ask God at this time?" Ouyang Bailong looked at the guide and smiled. The dragon head staff in his hand picked up a pile of sand, and the force of the sand could directly penetrate the guide's head.

The guide stared blankly at the sand coming towards him, and he knew he was dead.

"It's useless to rely on your own at this time to ask God!" Sun Yifeng gritted his teeth and stood in front of him and blocked all the sand. "I said you won't die, so naturally I won't let you die! A man told me to believe in words!"

Liu Bao slashed the head of the monk in front of him with a knife, "The Lord!"

Sun Yifeng vomited a big mouthful of blood, "Take him away!"

There were 26 people left in fifty people. Wang Haichuan wanted to take Sun Yifeng, but Ouyang Bailong's staff was pierced through his chest.

Liu Bao shouted, "Everyone follows me to retreat!"

He shouted this sentence in a crying voice, and Sun Yifeng looked at them with relief. Liu Bao carried the guide, and the guide didn't know why he cried.

Later he realized that he was not because of the disaster, but because the man used his life to keep his promise.

Why! Why should he save me?

The wind and sand are everywhere, and only Sun Yifeng, Happy Monk, Ouyang Bailong and the corpses in the desert are left.

"Boy follows me and you can survive today." Ouyang Bailong said to Sun Yifeng.

"I really want to have a bowl of mutton in water. I haven't eaten food from Guanzhong for many years." He said with a slutty smile. "That girl doesn't know if she's doing well, and she always wants to find her after she makes a fortune...

It's late now..."

He spitted blood and took off the last thunder on his body.

"Ouyang, kill him." Huanxi Monk said seriously.

How could such a guy surrender to the enemy? Sun Yifeng's arm can no longer be lifted.

…………………

"Boss, you have such good martial arts skills, why do you have to work with a bunch of ruffians?" At that time, Sun Yifeng was still the runway hall of Yuelai Inn.

"I'm short of people." Zhang Ziling said to him.

"The boss just wants to be a powerful man in Jiangnan?"

"What's the point? I want to drive the barbarians out of China." Zhang Ziling said with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Sun Yifeng asked in a deep breath. His Guanzhong accent was still very heavy.

"I have always been trusting!" Zhang Ziling said with a smile.

"Then I will give this life to my boss, and I will believe it!" Sun Yifeng said, taking off the towel on his shoulder.

"Okay." Zhang Ziling replied casually.

…………………

"Be careful!" Ouyang Bailong retreated more than ten meters directly.

The monk Huanxi was not slow either, so they both withdrew from the explosion range of the sky-blasting thunder.

boom!

A loud bang brought white mist into the desert, like the Baiji Mo in Guanzhong.

More than three months had passed when Zhang Ziling met Liu Bao. When they returned to the World Association, only nine people were left.

Along the way, they used all the best siege and killing to Bailong Villa, the Vajra Gate, and the Blood Sword Party.

The nine people also included the guide. He had no father or mother and had provoked so many sects that he naturally could not stay in the Western Regions.

The most important thing is that he wanted to see what the world would be, which would make so many people not afraid of life and death!

"Is Sun Yifeng dead?" Zhang Ziling asked calmly.

His calm tone made the guide feel a little sad, he was not worth it for the man.

Liu Bao nodded, "The helm leader died after breaking his back."

They seemed to be not angry at Sun Yifeng's death.

"I understand." Zhang Ziling said, "You guys should recuperate well."

"Yes! President!" Liu Bao clasped his fists and prepared to retreat.

The guide finally couldn't help it. He felt that he was offending this big man and that he would die! But he still had to ask him!

"Don't you plan to avenge him? Don't you ask him what it was like when he died?

He, he…” the guide cried.

He found that there was no sound in the entire hall, and Zhang Ziling didn't want to pay attention to him. But the man with his waist straight when he ran the hall appeared in his mind.

"After March, there will be no more blood swords, white dragons, and Vajras in the Western Regions." Zhang Ziling said loudly.

Everyone in the Wudi Pavilion shouted, "Blood debt is paid back!"

Liu Bao straightened his back and wanted to recover soon.

This is the only way to catch up on the next trip to the Western Regions!

"I want to go too!" said the guide seriously.

"What's your name?" Zhang Ziling saw that he looked like a Han Chinese.

"I don't have a name! What's that guy's name?" On the way back, the guide didn't dare to ask anyone else, so he gave up his man's name, but after calling him with Zhang Ziling, he gave up everything.

"His name is Sun Yifeng."

"I will be Sun Erfeng from now on!"

"The name is so bad." Zhang Ziling whispered.
Chapter completed!