One thousand and seventy-eight chapters of the Quartet
Piao Tian Literature On the open wilderness, the gentle breeze blows, the green grass rises like sea water, the birds chirp, the flowers are fragrant, and a quiet and beautiful scene is imprinted between the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, two figures galloped past in mid-air. The two figures were a man and a woman. There was an aura of blood and killing on their bodies. The clothes that were supposed to be spotless were stained with blood and stained red. When this happened,
When the two figures flew over, they couldn't help but startled a flock of birds.
These two people were Tang Feng and Zhou Xiaodie who were tired of running away.
After being discovered in the mountains and forests that day, Tang Feng found that his whereabouts could no longer be hidden. And this time the situation was more serious than in previous days.
Those people don't know if they were injected with chicken blood, but they have always been following him, like maggots on the tarsus, which he can't get rid of. If they were just those enemies, Tang Feng wouldn't care too much, it would be a big deal.
Come down and kill them all.
But what makes Tang Feng helpless is that as time goes by, more and more enemies are following him. Originally, there were only a few dozen people chasing him. After three days, there are now nearly a thousand people.
The world is huge, but Tang Feng and Zhou Xiaodie have nowhere to hide, and there is no way to stay, because once they stop, they will be overtaken by those behind them.
In the past three days, Tang Feng and Zhou Xiaodie did not rest for a moment, they kept running like this. Even though Tang Feng had reached the spiritual level, even though he was in the realm of unity between heaven and man, all his energy was consumed.
Almost dry.
Not to mention Zhou Xiaodie, she is a top-level heaven-level person, and her recovery ability and storage capacity of Gang Qi in her body are simply not comparable to that of Tang Feng. She had exhausted all her Gang Qi two days ago. She had no choice but to do so.
Tang Feng could only carry her forward.
Lying on Tang Feng's back, Zhou Xiaodie bit her lip tightly and worked hard to recover her skills, hoping to reduce Tang Feng's pressure.
But even if some Gangqi was restored, Zhou Xiaodie could not be supported for too long. After half a day, Tang Feng had to carry her again.
"Master." Zhou Xiaodie nuzzled the back of Tang Feng's neck like a cat. Looking at the beads of sweat falling on Tang Feng's forehead and his serious face, she was deeply moved. She knew that if it weren't for herself, Tang Feng wouldn't do it at all.
Maybe you are in this difficult situation now and you may say, "Let me down."
"Do you have the strength?" Tang Feng didn't even look back. He sensed the situation around him, turned and rushed to the left. There were many people approaching him dozens of miles ahead. If he passed by like this, he would definitely run into them.
At that time, it will inevitably be another fierce battle.
"Yes." Zhou Xiaodie nodded.
Tang Feng reached out and grabbed her clothes, flung her lightly to his side, and held her waist with one hand. His footsteps never stopped, and he was tens of feet away.
Zhou Xiaodie allowed Tang Feng to drag her, using her Gang Qi according to his rhythm, and quietly looked sideways at Tang Feng. She suddenly realized that the resolute face of her young master could not help but make people feel heartbeat.
a feeling of.
"What are you looking at?" Tang Feng looked at her sideways and asked a little strangely.
"Master, you are so handsome." Zhou Xiaodie showed signs of being a nymphomaniac.
Tang Feng curled his lips. He could know Zhou Xiaodie's current mood. Every girl would be touched sometimes, but he had come all the way here to find her, and offended so many forces for the little girl. She was the one who had just begun to fall in love.
How can one be indifferent at one's age?
Just knowing that she knew, Tang Feng knew even more clearly that this feeling of being touched and admired was only temporary. When the blood in Xiaoya's head subsided one day, she would know how childish her current thoughts were.
"If I can escape this time..." Zhou Xiaodie gritted her teeth and said softly: "Master, just marry me."
Tang Jun nearly fell down from the sky.
"Fart!" Tang Feng glared at her fiercely.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Xiaodie pouted and said, "Anyway, you already have three mistresses, right? There is also one named Shishi. What does it matter if there is one more for me? I don't want to argue with them."
"How could you talk about these things? You are so young..." Tang Feng couldn't laugh or cry.
"Why am I too young? I'm already eighteen years old, okay? You think I'm too young?" Zhou Xiaodie said while squeezing Tang Feng hard.
"You're so thick-skinned!" Ling Yieyan couldn't bear it anymore.
"Sister Ling, you also said something about me." Zhou Xiaodie covered her face, "I don't care, I will tell the three master wives when I get back."
"If you dare to say this, I'll beat your ass to pieces!" Tang Feng said alarmingly.
The rabbit is not eating the grass beside the nest. If Zhou Xiaodie is to say these words, she might not know what Lazy Sister and the others will think of her. Tang Feng feels guilty when he thinks of his own woman. Zhou Xiaodie has more than three mistresses.
Yeah, it’s just poetry, Lazy Sister and the others still know the basics.
There is also Zhong Lu, if the incident with this slutty woman is known to Lazy Sister, she will definitely be lectured. There is also Xiao Qianxue, who turned out to be the young mistress of the Rong family. Thinking of these things, Tang Feng felt confused. If he and his apprentice
If any dispute arises again, won't it be made clear and let people poke their spines?
Moreover, it is too unreliable to say these things now. He and Zhou Xiaodie are still being hunted for thousands of miles. After running for three days, Tang Feng has no idea where he has ended up.
There were a bunch of people chasing behind him, and some experts jumped out from time to time. With so many people to avoid, Tang Feng had no time to check where he was. He could only run wherever there was no one around.
"Master, do you want to take a rest?" Zhou Xiaodie stopped worrying about trivial matters and used her sleeves to wipe the sweat on Tang Feng's forehead distressedly. She could still rest on Tang Feng's back, but Tang Feng's three
It’s true that it never stopped for a moment.
"It's not safe here." Tang Feng shook his head, "Let's see if we can find a safe place."
Tang Feng was not an iron man. He was already at the end of his run. Even if he didn't want to rest, he had to find a place to stop. Otherwise, he would die of exhaustion without waiting for others to kill him.
I don't know how big this thousand-mile wasteland is. At least Tang Feng ran for half a day without seeing the end.
While he was running away, a sharp wave of Gang Qi suddenly flashed in front of him. Tang Feng narrowed his eyes, and the next moment he saw a red-gold sword directly in front of him slashing towards him from the sky.
This strike of sword light has reached the state of returning to nature. Although Tang Feng is not familiar with sword skills, one of the two great killing gods, Dishen Shen Duan Qi Chi, is a practitioner of sword skills, and he also has a certain understanding of sword skills.
Tang Feng had seen Duan Qi Chi use the Clutch Knife many times, and he knew how powerful his sword light was. But compared with the red-gold sword light in front of him, Duan Qi Chi looked much inferior. This sword light in front of him was much inferior.
The energy was restrained and powerful. Even from a distance of dozens of feet, Tang Feng could feel the sharp sword energy coming from it, and all the hairs on his body could not help but stand on end.
"Be careful!" Ling Yieyan exclaimed in a low voice.
Tang Feng quickly held his breath, suddenly paused in mid-air, and pulled Zhou Xiaodie over like a kite, narrowly avoiding the attack of the sword.
Before he even landed, Tang Feng heard a swishing sound beside him, and then a ferocious pressure came towards him.
Four figures surrounded Tang Feng tightly with the momentum of the four directions.
After standing firm, Tang Feng let out a muffled roar and unleashed the aura of his lower spiritual class to resist the pressure of these four people. But even so, his chest was still tight and he was almost out of breath.
On the contrary, Zhou Xiaodie beside him did not suffer the impact of the momentum of these four people, and nothing happened at all.
Looking up attentively, Tang Feng's expression became solemn.
Because he discovered that among the four people who stopped him, three of them actually knew each other, and one of them had helped him a lot not long ago, and even warned him that the road ahead was dangerous.
Liu Ruyan, the deputy leader of the Soul-Slaying Sect, Gu Youyue, the head of the Gu family, Situ Tianhe, the second elder of the Situ family, and the last person, who has a majestic face, is wearing a coarse cloth, is about forty or fifty years old, and is holding a
Silver dragon scale machete.
Tang Feng didn't recognize this person, but he recognized this sword!
The treasured sword of the Zhan family, the sub-divine weapon Long Yuan Sword!
It is rumored that this weapon is a sword that has been passed down by the Zhan family for thousands of years. Only the best of each generation of Zhan family disciples are qualified to wear this sword. Those who own the Longyuan Sword of this generation are the most outstanding disciples of the Zhan family.
The genius Zhan Kun! This person has already reached the upper level of the spiritual level when he is only forty or fifty years old.
Zhan Kun is very powerful. Even compared to Gu Youyue who has lived for a hundred years, Situ Tianhe who has lived for seventy or eighty years is not willing to give in. This shows how qualified he is.
And the Longyuan Sword in his hand is a symbol of the Zhan family. The biggest dream of every generation of disciples who own it is to nourish the sword with their own strength, so that it can one day be promoted to a divine weapon. After thousands of years, this wish is now
It is almost done. It can be said that the Longyuan Sword has begun to take shape as a divine weapon, and is only a little short of being able to withstand the level of a divine weapon.
According to the ancient saying of the Zhan family, if the sword is in the family, the family will be destroyed! With the Long Yuan sword here, Tang Feng can naturally guess who the simple-dressed man in front of him is.
The number one master of the Zhan family, and probably the number one master of the four major forces, Zhan Kun!
There are not many high-level spiritual masters among the four major forces. No one can say for sure who is more powerful among these masters, but if you ask who is the most powerful, most people in the world will tell you that it is Zhan Kun.
This man looks unattractive, but only those who have fought with him know how terrifying and powerful he is. Some people even say that Zhan Kun's strength is comparable to that of Amaya Shoudongzi.
It doesn't matter whether he can beat the birthday boy. What's important is that all four of them are top spiritual level masters, and each of them represents a force. Tang Feng didn't expect that he would be beaten by them here.
Blocked up.
His perception was always open, but he didn't notice any trace of these four people. (To be continued)
