The figures flew in the cave, and the strong wind blew. The young men suddenly turned from movement to quiet, bent down and panted heavily, all of whom were sweating. Huang Yunpeng plucked up his courage and asked, "Senior Yun, how are our formation drills?"

Yun Zhonghou frowned and said, "It's hard to use it!"

Huang Yunpeng smiled bitterly and said, "Why do we continue practicing again?"

Yun Zhonghou waved his hand and said, "Your physical strength has reached its limit. If you practice further, you may hurt yourself. You can take a ninth grade Guishen Pill, use your skills to regulate your breathing, and wait for the enemy to arrive."

The boys felt tight and immediately took medicine to regulate their breathing. After the medicine was powered, the meridians in their bodies seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and the feeling of fatigue was wiped out.

Suddenly, the sound of birds singing outside the cave disappeared and silent.

Yun Zhonghou's face changed slightly and he whispered: "Be careful!"

The strong wind was heard, and a stone as big as a fist was thrown in, hitting the stone wall with a thunderous sound, shattering. The gravel shot everywhere, as if countless hidden weapons suddenly shot out, covering almost every corner of the cave. The boys were shocked and couldn't help but cursed the enemy's cunning, and hurriedly joined forces to resist the power of the rocks.

Puff! Puff! Stones fall like rain, and the sounds are different.

A sneer suddenly sounded outside the cave, and someone sang: "Yunzhonghou, how does it feel to me to throw a stone and ask for directions? Don't hide, I know you are in the cave. If you know each other and hand over the Buddhist scriptures, for the sake of everyone's acquaintance, Teng will give you a pleasure!"

Yun Zhonghou took a deep breath and said, "Teng Heihu, Yun was seriously injured and had difficulty moving. If you want the Ancient Classic of Heaven, come in and get it yourself."

Teng Heihu sneered and said, "Marquis Yunzhong, do you think Teng is a fool? If I walk into the cave from outside the cave, I will not be able to see the situation inside the cave for the time being. If you take the opportunity to attack, wouldn't I lose my life in vain?"

Yun Zhonghou said lightly: "Teng Heihu, you are known as one of the eight evil spirits of the Demon Sect, but you are as timid as a mouse and suspicious as a ghost. It's really not worthy of your name!"

Teng Heihu laughed and said, "Marquis Yunzhong, I won't fall into your agitated plan! No matter how unhappy you are, I will set a fire and a smoked mouse."

Yun Zhonghou whispered to the young men: "Teng Heihu is a bloodthirsty man and has a very heavy killing. He should come alone. After going out later, you should take advantage of his unpreparedness and work together to attack. Take advantage of the strong first. Do you understand?"

The boys nodded vigorously and said in unison: "I understand!" Yun Zhonghou made a secret gesture to Tiesha and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Directly facing the cave, a bald man with thick neck stood upright, holding an iron whip in his hand, showing his fierce light, as if he was a cruel and cruel human-shaped beast, without any concealing his terrible murderous aura on his body.

When he saw the pale-faced Hou Yunzhonghou, his eyebrows moved slightly and said with a grin, "The famous Hou Yunzhonghou actually had the day when he was in bad luck! I remember that at the foot of Mount Hua, Teng was chased by you for no reason, and he was extremely embarrassed and almost lost his head. Now that the feng shui turns, it's time for me to control you."

Yun Zhonghou coughed lightly and said, "You are taking advantage of others' danger. What's so proud of you? If Yun had not been injured, how could you allow you to be so arrogant!"

Teng Heihu sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the Buddhist scriptures! When you arrive at the underworld, let's complain to King Yama."

Yun Zhonghou sighed to the sky: "The tides of the rivers and lakes are ebbing and flowing, and the wind and clouds are changing. How many heroes are always blown away by the rain and wind. Yun knew that he could not escape. Before he died, he wanted to ask you to agree not to make things difficult for me, these nephews. How about it?"

Teng Heihu's eyes swept across the teenagers and said leisurely: "Are you begging me?"

Yun Zhonghou said: "These teenagers are like rising suns, and should not bury their bones in the wilderness with me. As long as you are willing to give up your hands, what's wrong with me begging you!"

Teng Heihu laughed and said, "Yun Daxia led the Central Plains martial arts world, with a prominent reputation. I never dreamed that he would bow his head to plead with me. Teng wanted to kill all the famous masters, and he was not interested in teasing Ahmao and Dog to play. If your nephews kneel down and kowtow three times, I would pretend that I had never seen them and let them leave on their own."

Yun Zhonghou said, "A word is certain!" He turned his head and gave a wink at the young men, and said in a deep voice: "Don't stand stupidly, hurry up and thank Senior Teng!"

"yes!"

Teng Heihu was pretending to behave and wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate the other party. Unexpectedly, the boys really stepped forward and said proudly: "You kowtow and make a sound, otherwise you will have no sincerity..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Hui suddenly raised his hands and dozens of hidden weapons shot out. At the same time, Huang Yunpeng drew his sword and slashed his left ribs directly, as if it was lightning.

Teng Heihu did not take precautions before, and then he turned into an elbow and armpit. Unexpectedly, he hurriedly sealed his left palm, spitting out the internal force, swept the hidden weapon in front of him, and quickly hit the steel knife with an iron whip with his right hand. Su Jing jumped up, and the cloud palm fell to the side, but Lu Hong went around and shot dozens of cow-haired needles. Teng Heihu was furious, and his feet slipped, and the iron whip slashed towards Su Jing's chest, intending to kill someone to vent his anger.

"Stop!" Qiao Hui and Huang Yunpeng shouted in unison and rushed forward.

Teng Heihu snorted coldly, and was about to wave his arm to his palm. A dangerous warning suddenly flashed through his heart. He moved his feet and changed his position. The iron whip was horizontal. With a sharp shock, he almost blocked Tiesha's killing. But in the end, he was shot into the calf by a fine needle of the cow.

"Kill!" Tiesha shouted with a gaze, swung his sword in one stroke, slashing down one after another, completely sacrificing his life to kill the enemy and die together.

The so-called "straight" is afraid of being stunned, and the "straight" is afraid of being desperate. Teng Heihu is not careless about Tiesha who is attacking wildly. While dodging the closure, he took out his palms and knocked the boys to the ground in a blink of an eye and said angrily: "Yun Zhonghou, do you have the nerve to take out such a waste?" Suddenly, his feet were mixed with garlic, and his legs were numb, and he almost fell down.

"Not good, the needle is poisonous!"

"You are wrong. It's not a poisonous needle, but a numb needle!"

Teng Heihu was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he cursed: "My surname is Yun, you are a fucking trick!"

Yun Zhonghou said lightly: "I'm intrigue, how good are you?" As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward, his left palm was shaking, his right palm gently stroked, and hit the opponent's back heart. In fact, the attacks of the boys and Tiesha were all pretense, with the purpose of numbing the enemy's mind and the real killer move had to be completed.

Teng Heihu caught off guard and couldn't help but spit out a blood arrow. He felt regret in his heart and suddenly shouted: "Ah"

The roar was like thunder, and the mountains shook back.

Yun Zhonghou and the boys immediately changed their faces.

Teng Heihu laughed wildly and said, "Marquis Yunzhong, you have to do everything you can do, but in the end you will be in vain!"

Suddenly, a rough voice sounded: "Lao Hei, are you dead?"

Teng Heihu said, "Fuck! I'm alive, at least I'm a hundred years old!" "Stop bragging, if I come one step later, you should go into the coffin."

As he finished speaking, a evil man flew over the tree crown. His eyes were like copper bells, his face was covered with flesh, his arms were extremely long than his knees, and he looked like a giant ape. It was Fang Bo, a famous "Black Evil Palm" on the Northwest Road, and was ranked as one of the eight evil spirits of the Demon Sect along with Teng Heihu.

Fang Bo's eyes were so sophisticated. He noticed the abnormality of Teng Heihu at first sight and laughed: "Old Hei, it turns out that you have been plotted against!" He still slapped the Hou of Yunzhong in the air, with a sharp palm wind and a whistling sound.

The fishy wind was blowing, and Yun Zhonghou did not dare to take the initiative, so he immediately slipped and dodged. Fang Bo saw this and laughed and slapped it out again, aiming it at Tiesha's chest. Tiesha's sword was slammed, and the enemy's palm hit the blade, and huge force rushed in. He couldn't help but retreat several steps, and black air appeared on his face.

Teng Heihu shouted: "Lao Fang, kill them all, don't leave a living!"

Fang Bo glanced around his eyes and showed disdain, shook his head and said, "Old Hei, you can't even deal with these wastes. It's really a shame to my God Cult. Fortunately, Master Mo is not present, otherwise how should you explain?"

Teng Heihu was both ashamed and annoyed, and said, "Brothers, don't spread my embarrassment everywhere!"

Fang Bo said, "The great achievements of killing Yunzhonghou and seizing the ancient scriptures are on my head. Don't rob me." Teng Heihu said with a tense face: "It depends on you!"

Fang Bo raised his eyes and looked at the Marquis of Yunzhong and said with confidence: "Marquis of Yunzhong, I respect you as a great man of a generation. I promise you to commit suicide to keep your entire body. If you wait for me to take action, you will be crushed to pieces!"

Yun Zhonghou said coldly: "Do you think Yun is like the kind of person who is waiting to die?"

Fang Bo sneered, "Diet is coming, but he is still so stubborn! When I kill all your subordinates, I will send you to the West in the end." His eyes drooped slightly, and fell on the boys, revealing a cruel and excited expression.

Huang Yunpeng struggled to stand up and whispered: "Second, you guys quickly run away, I'll block him!"

Su Jing smiled bitterly and said, "The enemy is too strong, how can we have a chance to escape?"

Qiao Hui and Lu Hong said in unison: "Boss, we won't leave!" After that, they spread out in directions and formed a formation, glaring at the opponent.

Huang Yunpeng raised his head and said, "Good brother! My Xuanyuan Sect disciple will never bow to the demon thief, and he will die vigorously even if he dies!"

Fang Bo was stunned and frowned and said, "Xuanyuan Gate? How could you hook up with Yun Zhonghou? Is Jiang Lie blind? He actually sent you little shrimps like you to death?"

Huang Yunpeng shouted: "Don't be rude to Master Jiang!"

Fang Bo laughed and said, "Jiang Lie huddled at the top of Lingyun Peak, without any ambitions. So what if I scold him a few words? Even if I kill you all, he won't even put one more fart."

"Stop!" The sound fell, and a dazzling and dazzling rainbow suddenly slashed towards Fang Bo like a thunderbolt. Immediately after another purple sword light flew towards him, light and fast, unpredictable, and combined with the fierce and sharp blue sword light, it was like the intersection of yin and yang, perfect for the sky.

Fang Bo's expression suddenly changed, and he waved his palms together, rolled up countless sand and soil to rush towards his opponent. The next moment, he used force to his toes and flew backwards, but he actually fled before the battle.

But I saw the two swords intertwined, like two dragons going out to sea, roaring and chasing them reluctantly, the sword energy was emptied, and the temperature dropped sharply within ten feet of the surrounding area.

The boys were caught by the dazzling sword light and could not see the details of the fight between the two sides, but they heard the thunderous air and the cold wind roaring, and the figures left at high speed in a blink of an eye.

Teng Heihu's expression changed drastically. Before he could even beg for mercy, another cold electric shock suddenly slashed down, and a red blood column shot straight into the sky.

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and a young swordsman in black fell from the sky. His sword eyebrows, starry eyes, his face was cold, and his clothes were spotless. He exuded an aggressive spirit while looking around, as if he was an invincible peerless sword.

He even lacked interest in looking at the corpse of Duo Teng Hei Tiger. He seemed to have just done something insignificant. He bowed and said loudly: "My younger brother Chu Xiang, I have met the Great Hero Yun!"

Yun Zhonghou smiled and said, "Mr. Chu is exempt from the gift! I don't know where the leader Jiang is now? Yun has been repeatedly favored by the disciples of Xuanyuan Sect, so he should express his gratitude to him."

Chu Xiang said: "The head will arrive immediately!"

The young men thought they would die, but they knew that the divine weapon fell from the sky and the situation reversed in a flash. The masters of the Demon Cult escaped one after another! They were hesitating whether to pay homage to Chu Xiang, but when they heard the news that Jiang Lie was about to arrive, they were stunned and their mouths wide open so much that they almost dislocated.

If Chu Xiang is at its peak and is the object of worship by many young disciples of Xuanyuan Gate, then Jiang Lie is definitely a god-like existence and an unbeaten top-level powerful man in the legend! The young men sincerely admire and admire this leader who is extraordinary in the world and has extraordinary swordsmanship.

Xuanyuan Gate claims to have 3,000 disciples and tens of thousands of registered disciples. About 70,000 people have never seen the head of the sect in their entire lives.

Yun Zhonghou looked solemn and subconsciously tidied up his clothes.

In a blink of an eye, a figure flashed, and seven or eight masters came together. One of them had a firm face, his eyes were like torches, and his whole body exuded a majestic momentum. A pure sword energy that looked down on the world rushed straight into Douxiao. Needless to say, this person must be Jiang Lie, the ninth-generation leader of Xuanyuan Gate.

The boys sweated from the palms and bowed from afar and said, "Disciple, please see the leader!"

Jiang Lie fell to the ground, glanced at them lightly, and said without hesitation: "Brother Yun, you are surrounded by enemies and secretly kidnapped my disciples. Could you drag Xuanyuan Gate down this muddy water?"

Yun Zhonghou said calmly: "You misunderstood by Master Jiang! Yun was plotted by a traitor and almost died. It is all due to the help of these young heroes. They have struggled to this day. Although their martial arts are weak, they are brave and resourceful, not afraid of strong enemies, and are chivalrous, brave and brothers. They are really a blessing for Xuanyuan Gate!" When they tell the story in a casual manner, they naturally praise them.

Jiang Lie and others became more and more surprised when they heard it. These young men were just ordinary registered disciples, but they could design kill the two demons of Yinshan, sacrifice themselves to set fire to lead the pursuers, and resist the fierceness of Teng Hei Tiger. It was really impressive to see them.

A man on the right side of Jiang Lie smiled and said, "Junior Brother Fei is free and easy on the surface, but he is actually concerned about the long-term development of his sect. It is amazing to carefully select the trained apprentices! If they are given the right opportunity, they may be able to follow Haoyun and Chu Xiang."

Another man said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Zhang is such a bad word! Although they have good courage, they are unwilling to practice diligently and wander around hunting and wasting time. How can they cultivate the true meaning of martial arts? If they do not learn from the lessons and make mistakes, their future achievements will be limited."

The two are Zhang Tianwen and Cheng Tong, who are Jiang Lie’s fellow disciples and brothers who do not buy each other on weekdays.

Zhang Tianwen frowned and said, "Junior Brother Cheng, the young man should be encouraged and encouraged, why should you exaggerate?"

Cheng Tong snorted coldly: "Faith words are unpleasant, good medicine is bitter!"

Jiang Lie's face sank, raised his hand to stop the two of them, and said to Huang Yunpeng and others: "You have done a good job and have not lost my face at Xuanyuan Gate! This leader has always rewarded me for his merits and punished for his mistakes. Just say boldly what you want."

The young men raised their heads, looked at each other, and plucked up their courage and said, "Thank you, Master! We don't want any rewards, we only have one request, I beg you to save Fu Jingtao and Ye Huayu!"
Chapter completed!