There were quite a lot of people in the forest. Several people were already lying on the ground, including some from the Wudang Clan and some men in black.
But he didn't recognize anyone who was still fighting to the death. Some of them were disciples of the Wudang Sect, some were wearing the same Wudang Sect uniforms but were fighting against the Wudang disciples, and there were also a few masked men in black clothes.
The person he is looking for.
Song Lige and the others are not here, could they be among those people?
He frowned and wanted to turn around, but when he turned around, he suddenly stopped and looked to the right. He seemed to see something in the dense forest.
As soon as his heart moved, he immediately leaped over there.
And this action also attracted the attention of both parties fighting in the forest.
Maybe he discovered something. Among them, the men in black saw him running in that direction, and they didn't care about the people fighting. Two of them quickly changed their targets and chased him, trying to stop him.
The target of the fight he let go stopped and turned around to chase them.
These people are all higher-level disciples of the Wudang Sect, and their martial arts are not bad, so the men in black can't get any benefit from them. Seeing them chasing Murong Qiufeng, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. This is a subconscious saying
It formed in my heart. Furthermore, when I saw Murong Qiufeng flying in his white clothes and his refined temperament, I just thought he was a senior fellow from some academy and didn't think of going anywhere else, so I tried my best to help him intercept the man in black.
The two men in black were entangled. Seeing Murong Qiufeng's figure had gone away, their eyes turned red, and the next move was even more life-threatening.
Murong Qiufeng had no intention of paying attention to the people behind him, nor did he have time to pay attention to them. His heart at the moment was focused on the familiar things in front of him.
He stopped steadily in front of the tree. There was a broken gauze hooked there, which seemed to be torn from his clothes. The red gauze was of good workmanship. He didn't know who it was, but it was probably about Yun.
Son's.
Holding the scrap of yarn in his hand, he looked around eagerly, trying to find any clues as to where they were going.
While I was looking at him, I suddenly remembered a clear and sweet voice from a woman behind me, "My fellow student in front of you, be careful."
When she finished speaking, Murong Qiufeng could already feel the cold and sharp feeling of piercing the air behind her.
His eyes narrowed, and while ducking sideways, he stretched out his hand and quickly folded down the nearby branch, and swung it at the stabbing sword. All the leaves on the branch were immediately shaken off. The bare branch touched the sword but nothing happened.
, but the sword was deflected by this force.
The person who stabbed him took a step back. Although he understood that the opponent was difficult to deal with, he still attacked again without stopping.
"Hey, go on." The woman who warned also stopped chasing at this moment. Seeing that Murong Qiufeng had escaped, she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he only had branches and nothing else in his hand, she hurriedly took advantage of this brief pause to grab the sword in his hand.
He threw it out and said, "I'll lend it to you for now and you'll have to return it to me later."
Murong Qiufeng looked at the man in black who was attacking, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he was not polite to the sword that was sent to him. He swung the branch towards the man in black to block it, then he accurately held the hilt of the sword with one hand and moved his body
Lean on one side, waist
The body rotated and bent as if it were boneless, and the long sword struck sideways, stabbing towards the man in black like an arrow from the string. The originally ordinary sword body seemed to be coated with a layer of faint silver light, condensing the sword energy.
It becomes solid and goes away through the air.
The man in black's pupils shrank sharply, and he tried to dodge, but in the end he couldn't. The blow hit his vital point, causing blood to flow like a stream.
But the speed of the sword stopped with incomparable precision just as it penetrated the heart. Murong Qiufeng had already approached the man in black, stretched out his hand to touch the acupuncture points on his limbs, then stretched out his hand to strangle his throat, saying in a deep voice
, "Where are Song Lige or Murong Qiuyun?"
The face of the man in black was covered so that his face could not be seen, but his eyes with a little fear and confusion showed that he was in pain at the moment. The feeling of being close to death at that moment, as long as he is a human, even if he is not afraid of death.
People will subconsciously feel fear at that moment.
Murong Qiufeng's move was too cruel, too decisive, and crisp. It not only caused physical damage, but also caused more serious psychological damage, making people feel a sense of frustration that they could not resist.
The originally worried woman was also stunned on the spot, with a bit of fear and fear in her eyes, as well as some doubts. At this time, she also found something unusual.
The man in black grunted a few times, seeming to be in some pain. Then the pain grew larger and larger, and his limbs that were originally weak began to move.
Murong Qiufeng squeezed his throat, a little confused, but even more eagerly growled, "Where are they?"
The abnormality of the man in black became even more obvious. His whole body was twitching constantly. The black scarf that was covering his face was soaked through, and bright red blood dripped onto the black clothes.
Murong Qiufeng frowned and let go of his throat. The back of his hand was already stained red by the low blood. At this time, the man in black suddenly went crazy, as if he couldn't bear the pain, and held Murong Qiufeng's sword directly with both hands.
, send it hard to your body.
The long sword passed through his chest, and the man in black stared with bloodshot eyes, fell backwards stiffly, and made no sound again.
Murong Qiufeng looked at this scene in astonishment. The hand holding the sword was still flat in the air, a little stunned.
But it was not because of the death of the man in black, but because of his anger at not getting any clues from the man in black.
The woman came to her senses earlier than he did, but she did not dare to approach Murong Qiu Feng. This handsome young man who seemed to be gentle and gentle from the outside world was different from his appearance. His ruthless determination had already shocked her at the first moment.
She bit her lip and said, "Hey, who are you? You are not from the Wudang Clan. What on earth are you going to do if you break into the Wudang Clan?"
Murong Qiufeng came to his senses, looked back at the woman, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly waved his hand and directly returned the sword in his hand to the woman. At the same time, he said calmly and politely, "Girl, I have no intention of offending the noble sect, but these gangsters held my sister-in-law hostage."
, I have been chasing you so far, but I am really helpless. Now I just want to save my sister quickly, and then I will come to apologize. I wonder if the girl has seen any trace of the two women, one of whom looks similar to me."
The woman looked at Murong Qiufeng, as if to judge the authenticity of his words, but seeing that Murong Qiufeng maintained a calm face, and the anxiety and worry in his eyes clearly showed that it was not fake, she nodded, "The woman you are talking about,
Is one of them wearing crimson clothes? I only saw her, but there were several men in black who escaped with her, and they seemed to be carrying something."
Murong Qiufeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he could no longer maintain his calmness. He took a few steps forward excitedly, "Then where did they go?"
The woman was a little embarrassed by his bright and excited eyes, and her face was slightly red. After all, Murong Qiufeng's appearance and temperament were both outstanding and attractive.
"Well, they made a noise and fled over the cliff behind the mountain. A man in white and a man in yellow also chased after them. But, hey, I haven't finished yet..."