At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were in a mess, but the two of them were in a mess.

Sikong Changfeng held Xiao Ruolin in his arms all the way, not daring to delay for even a second. He endured the blood clot in his chest and headed south.

Wang Changqing was a cautious man. When he failed to assassinate the emperor of Beili, he disappeared from the world for decades, and did not show up until the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition.

If he did not kill the other party today, he would definitely move to another place and hide somewhere in Beili.

Like a venomous snake, he bit Beili hard at the most chaotic time in the world.

And the agreement with Tianwaitian back then might become an opportunity for Wang Changqing, the venomous snake, to come out and bite Beili's throat.

"Damn it! It was almost there!" Sikong Changfeng gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling.

This time, the plan was too hasty, which led to loopholes in the plan. Otherwise, Wang Changqing could definitely be killed.

If Han Yi had been called, there would not have been such a mistake.

Once Wang Changqing returns, he will definitely become a big problem.

There must be no less than 100,000 medicine men in the dense forest just now, right?

These 100,000 mountains are infinitely close to the edge of Beili, and are even more separated from Xueyue City by 108,000 miles. By the time he brings people here, I'm afraid the other party will have already run away.

And the prince...

Sikong Changfeng was so angry that the blood clots in his chest spurted out directly.

He fell from the sky listlessly, his face as pale as paper.

At this moment, his body was seriously injured, and he was in great pain all over his body. He couldn't continue on his way. The burning sword energy on his body ravaged his body, causing every inch of his skin to feel piercing pain.

He slowly put Xiao Ruolin on the grass and began to practice qigong to heal his wounds.

But suddenly, several shadows flashed through the deep forest, rushing towards him at a high speed.

Damn! Could they be from Dark River?

Sikong Changfeng stopped practicing, picked up the black gold spear beside him, and looked into the forest with a serious face.

Those shadows were all covered with their faces, and their bodies were agile, like cheetahs running through the forest. Their steps were strange and difficult to distinguish, and they were excellent in lightness.

Judging from their dress, they were definitely killers.

Sikong Changfeng frowned, and his hand holding the spear could not help but tighten a little.

He was not afraid of any killers, even if he was seriously injured, his demeanor remained the same.

But at this critical moment, there must be no killers from the Free Heaven Realm!

There are not many killers in the Jianghu killer organizations with Free Heaven Realm, but there are definitely not a few.

In his cognition, there are quite a few in Dark River, followed by the Soul Binding Pavilion, which has at least two Free Heaven Realm, as for other killer organizations.

There are definitely no more than three people who have Xiaoyao Tianjing in charge.

The cold wind blew, and Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but feel his body chilled.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have exploded at that time.

But when he saw the prince's appearance at that time, he really couldn't hide his anger.

Damn Wang Changqing!

If Brother Mengsha was still there, he would definitely chop him into eight pieces!

The several black shadows stood on the treetops a hundred meters away from them, and seemed to have no intention of attacking them.

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng didn't dare to be careless. It's not an exaggeration to describe him as a spent force now.

Blood kept oozing from his body, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

...

In the distance, a man in black on the treetop couldn't help but frowned.

He was ordered by the elders of the organization to patrol the organization's 100-mile territory, and all the traces of the Dark River Killer were killed.

Today, he led his men to patrol the territory as usual, and his men told him that there was a flying man in the sky.

He gave the man a blow on the spot, and the Pavilion Master gave him a small steamed bun.

Afterwards, other men also responded that there was indeed a person flying in the sky.

So, he immediately led everyone to approach the person in the sky in order to determine whether the flying man came from other killer organizations.

"Second face, that looks like a person?" A man pointed at Sikong Changfeng in front.

Chou Niu immediately cursed: "Bullshit! I can't see that he is a person?"

Not only a person, but also two people, one big and one small.

Chou Niu squinted his eyes, but couldn't see what the two people looked like.

He was nearsighted and his vision was a little bad, otherwise he would definitely recognize the white-haired boy lying on the ground at a distance of only a hundred meters.

Although the people around him had good eyesight, it happened that none of them had seen the true face of the Pavilion Master.

Therefore, they didn't know that the white-haired man lying on the ground was their leader.

After a moment's hesitation, Chou Niu jumped down from the tree and said to the people behind him: "You stay here, let me go and test it."

After saying this, he moved lightly.

, his footsteps were erratic, and in the blink of an eye his body flashed and punched Sikong Changfeng.

Facing this continuous punch, Sikong Changfeng felt a little familiar. He raised his eyebrows, then easily dodged sideways and kicked Chou Niu away.

Chou Niu fell face first, with his butt raised high, and fell flat on his face.

He immediately got up, spit out the residue in his mouth, and said angrily: "The point is a bit difficult to handle!"

Between masters, only a moment of confrontation can determine the strength of the other party.

But he could not feel the strength of the other party, and even his attack seemed to slow down many times in front of the other party.

He could be sure that the man in front of him did not have the breath of a killer, but only the endless breath that could not be seen through.

This person is a master among masters!

Chou Niu thought, and then he charged a punch, and the messy true qi blew his robes, and he cheered himself up.

Then he punched forward, his Qi sinking into his Dantian, and he shouted: "I'll give you my beautiful fist!"

When he heard the name of this move, Sikong Changfeng was obviously stunned for a moment, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

But what is certain is that these people should not be from Anhe.

After all, Anhe has always been cold and would never use such a funny name for a move.

"You dare to be distracted when you meet the second best master of the Soul Binding Pavilion!"

"Boy! Take my punch!"