Liu Baihu covered his wound, feeling angry. A mere seven or eight people actually blocked their way, and they immediately shouted: "Kill them, leave no one behind." Although the guards around were afraid, they had a mountain of military orders and could only press forward. Zhao Feng was already calm in his heart. He held the knife across his chest, with an old face, a cold expression, as if he was ready to die. His brothers looked at the crowd surrounding them, and one of the fat men shouted: "Uncle Zhao, we can still go now." Zhao Feng smiled faintly and said: "You escort Mr. Zhang away, I am here to cut off the queen." Everyone shouted. Listen, Zhao Feng has made up his mind to die. Several of the old men said: "If you don't leave, I will fight to the death with you." Zhao Feng smiled happily, his face suddenly changed and said: "Kill!" At that moment, he moved directly towards The crowd rushed forward. The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and the guards around him had already been frightened by him and fled away one after another. With one sword and one sword, he was like a god coming down to earth, running rampant among the crowd. Liu Baihu was escorted by seven or eight personal guards and kept retreating, but Zhao Feng seemed determined to take his head. He would kill someone if he stood in his way, and he would kill if he stood in the way of a Buddha. Zhao Feng¡¯s brothers now understood what Zhao Feng meant, and immediately followed him to clear a bloody path for him. In the blink of an eye, a body was left behind Zhao Feng, only a few steps away from Liu Baihu. Liu Baihu was shocked. Although he also came from the military, he was still far behind a master like Zhao Feng. The guards around him rushed forward immediately. Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go to hell." As the blade passed by, the guards who came over were instantly beheaded on the spot. Zhao Feng became more and more courageous the more he killed, he shot straight towards Liu Baihu with a single arrow step. Liu Baihu was so frightened that he could only rush forward in a hurry. There was a clang. Zhao Feng cut off the steel sword in his hand with one strike, and then struck him with another strike directly at his throat. Liu Baihu looked horrified, thinking that his life was over. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders, pulled him back hard, and the blade of the knife passed against Liu Baihu's neck. Immediately afterwards Liu Baihu heard a muffled sound. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhao Feng staggering back. He was overjoyed, and then turned around and saw a very fat monk. That monk had a kind face and kind eyes. At first glance, he looked very much like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple. When Liu Baihu was pissed, his legs went weak. He knelt down directly on the ground. Kong Ling clasped his hands together, bowed his waist slightly and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk Kong Ling is here. Don't panic." Liu Baihu was happier to see Kong Ling at this moment than to see his own father. He didn't care about his wet crotch. He got up and said: "Master, help me get rid of this traitor!" Kong Ling then raised his head and glanced coldly at Zhao Feng not far away, and Zhao Feng was also looking at Kong Ling faintly. The two people just exchanged moves. Judging from Zhao Feng's experience, the monk in front of him was by no means an ordinary person. He clenched the steel knife in his hand and said with a cold smile: "Senior's sword skills can remind me of a poor monk." Zhao Feng smiled disdainfully and said: "Get out of the way, or I will send you to hell." Kong Ling But he smiled unhurriedly and said: "The Sword King of East Zhejiang. It seems that he is well-deserved. That poor monk will learn from me today." After saying this, Kong Ling suddenly shot out, and a fist the size of a sandbag hit Zhao Feng. . Before the punch came, the cold wind blew Zhao Feng's long hair instantly. Zhao Feng knew that this guy was no ordinary guy, so he slashed with his backhand. Force the void back. There are no more distracting thoughts in Zhao Feng's heart, and his heart is as calm as the moon in the well, but the power of the knife in his hand is fully displayed. One knife after another, using all your strength on each knife. It makes people's scalp numb just looking at it. " However, Kong Ling is Monk Peng's true disciple, and his boxing skills are superior to Zhao Feng's. The two people exchanged more than ten moves in an instant, and Kong Ling did not fall behind at all. However, Zhao Feng is getting older and his sword power is getting weaker and weaker. Just when the two men were dead and inseparable, a fast horse hurried over. A soldier on the horse turned over with a bow and arrow on his back. Liu Baihu snatched it and opened the long bow. Zhao Feng's sword was as long as a rainbow, and it was struck with great force towards Kong Ling's head. Kong Ling clasped his hands together and caught the sword forcefully. He raised his leg and kicked Zhao Feng directly in the chest. Zhao Feng jumped back. As soon as he dodged the kick, he heardThere was a sound of piercing the sky, and immediately an arrow pierced Zhao Feng's left arm. Kong Ling saw this opportunity, and the man suddenly shot out, shouted angrily, and hit Zhao Feng's chest with a palm. The clothes on Zhao Feng¡¯s back suddenly shattered, and his chest collapsed directly. His whole body fell backwards like a kite with its string broken. After falling to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Liu Baihu immediately laughed and said: "Damn, let me run wild. Take it down." Zhao Feng forcibly supported his body. At this time, seven or eight soldiers swarmed up, pointing at Zhao Feng with spears and knives. At that moment, Zhao Feng was pierced by a spear, and he stood on the ground, his eyes gradually dimming. When Zhao Feng¡¯s brothers saw that Zhao Feng was killed, their eyes turned red and they rushed towards Liu Baihu one after another. However, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. With the help of a master like Kong Ling, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Feng's men are dead and running away. A strong wind came, blowing up the sand and covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Zhao Feng knelt on the ground with one knee. A generation of sword kings passed away like this. Liu Baihu walked up to him, put his foot on Zhao Feng's body, and shouted angrily: "The old immortal almost killed me. Chop his body into pieces and feed it to the dogs." Then he turned around and said: "Thank you, Master, for your help. I can't thank you enough." Kong Ling smiled very politely and said: "It's nothing, but the person who ran away is very troublesome. Chase him quickly. If he catches up, there may be a glimmer of hope. Liu Baihu was shocked and asked, "What's the origin of those people who ran away?" "Those people are Jin Yiwei," Kong Ling said heavily. When Liu Baihu heard this, his face turned extremely pale. His legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. Fortunately, Kong Ling supported him. Liu Baihu calmed down and immediately shouted: "Quick, don't worry about this place, hurry up and chase me. Don't let those few people escape." Zhang Mu, on the other hand, under the escort of Han Fangshan, has arrived at Feiyun Pass, boarded the ferry, and arrived quietly at Ruian. As soon as he arrived in Ruian, he took the official road and went straight to Wenzhou. Liu Baihu is chasing Daorian City. Is there still Zhang Mu's shadow there? At this moment, Liu Baihu was helpless, because he knew what fate was waiting for him next!