Chapter 491

At the foot of Funiu Mountain, the apricot flowers have already withered, the branches are green and the buds are fresh, full of vitality.

In the apricot forest, solitary graves stand. Qin Feng stood in front of the grave and stared at the tombstone.

"If they did come, I hope they haven't left!"

The hand holding the sword trembled with tension and excitement. He came to miaojiang for several months and wanted to kill traceless and moge for revenge, but it was always difficult to achieve his wish.

This time, the five immortals cult and Shuijia village poured out, and the two elders of the five immortals cult also came at the same time.

More than 100 people have surrounded Funiu Mountain. This time, shuizhenxiu even arranged 30 archers.

The mountain is quiet. In addition to the chirping of birds, there is only the "rustling" sound of the breeze blowing the treetops.

Everyone crept to the waist of the mountain, and the dilapidated cabin was already in sight.

The distance is getting closer and closer, but the cabin is still quiet. Shui Zhenxiu raised his hand to stop everyone. He knew that with the alertness of Wuji, mogo and Yuanqing, if he got too close, he would be found.

Thirty archers had bent their bows and set their arrows, and the arrows were smeared with kerosene. One person lights a torch and thirty sharp arrows turn into rockets at once.

Shuizhenxiu and shuile people also showed a sinister look in their eyes. Under shuizhenxiu's silent gesture, 30 rockets flew off the strings, cutting through the silence of the mountains and nailing them to the cabin and roof.

The roof of the cabin was paved with withered grass and caught fire. As soon as several rockets fell, flames rose high.

The rocket on the wooden house also ignited the dry wood board. Soon, the whole wooden house burst into flames.

All the people stared at the cabin with more and more fierce fire until it collapsed, and they didn't see what they wanted to see. Wuji, moge and Yuanqing did not run out in panic as they thought.

Shuizhenxiu, shuile people, Qin Feng, lushe people and Mu Lixing were wondering whether they had left Funiu Mountain, when they suddenly heard a chuckle.

The laughter was gentle and even sunny, but it was meaningless in a thunder in their ears, which made them nervous involuntarily.

This is traceless laughter.

They immediately confirmed that they had heard the laughter many times.

They turned their heads one after another and looked in the direction of the laughter. Then they saw the thirty archers falling down one after another under the swords of Wuji, mogo and Yuanqing.

Their swords shone brightly in the sky. These archers had little power to fight back, so they fell one after another.

But they did not kill. Every knife and sword hurt their legs and arms, making them temporarily incapacitated.

Just a moment later, all thirty people were lying on the ground, or retreating in horror with their arms.

Shui Zhenxiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiang Wuji, Mo Ge and Yuanqing.

It seems that they have already discovered their actions, but they did not leave, but hid first. In this way, they have no fear, or have the heart to fight to the death with them.

Qin Feng's long sword has been out of its sheath, with a flame burning in his eyes and staring at no trace. If the cold light in his eyes could kill, traceless would have died under his two fierce eyes.

The jumping fire reflected the traceless sunny face and looked at them with an indifferent smile. The Xuantian magic sword in his hand faintly lacked dark red light. The blade pointed to the ground, but the wisp of blood in the groove of the sword went up to the open dragon mouth and soon disappeared.

This scene was a little strange, but he didn't see it without a trace. He was used to it.

But he didn't understand, where did the blood absorbed by this bloodthirsty sword go?

"Take your life!"

The long sword in Qin Feng's hand was shocked when he broke the drink, and the sound of a dragon chanted. His tall body flew to no trace.

Traceless, clear and bright eyes twinkled. As soon as the wrist turned, the long sword drew a half arc, and the sword met Qin Feng.

"Since you want to force each other, we'll end it today!"

The two long swords intersected, and the traceless wrist rubbed lightly. The long sword also turned, and the sword body rubbed, making a harsh sound of gold and iron.

Qin Feng's hand is Chaolu. It is thin and sharp, and the sword body is slender. He knew that the traceless sword technique was powerful. When he took the long sword, he hurried his internal power and poured the sword body.

When the two swords intersected, he wanted to shake the Xuantian magic sword away. But the cultivation of traceless internal power is not easy. He urged internal power several times, and traceless seems to be unconscious.

The deer house man on one side looked at Yuanqing. If he hadn't suddenly appeared in peacock mountain last time, he had taken Yuanqing.

His feet whirled alternately, and his body whirled away to Yuanqing like a top with a strong wind. In the dancing figure, a cold light flashed faintly, which was emitted by the short knife in his hand.

"Zheng" sound, the autumn wind knife came out of its sheath, and a sharp wind cleaved to the deer house people across the air.

The deer shed people didn't dare to be careless. As soon as they turned around, the knife went empty.

"Hey, hey, there are really many handsome young men around the little beauty. How about giving me one?"

His male and female voice made people get goose bumps all over.

Mo Ge frowned slightly. Although he had seen ye Kurong's neither male nor female, he couldn't help but churn in his stomach when he saw it again.

But the knife in his hand was unambiguous. The autumn wind knife as thin as a cicada's wing was waved in a series. It was like a knife splitting away at the same time, like a knife net covering the deer Sheren.

The deer shed people waved their swords to parry. After a burst of mutual attack, the two touched and separated. The deer Buddhist nun unexpectedly calmly stretched his finger between the temples, smiled softly and said, "the childe is so handsome, but he doesn't know how to cherish fragrance and jade!"

This sentence almost made Mo Ge stumble.

He forced himself to calm down, "jingling" sounded repeatedly, and the two knives hit each other like a storm.

Shuizhenxiu and shuile looked at Yuanqing standing on one side at the same time. They pulled out their long swords almost at the same time. The two of them know that Yuanqing's sword technique is excellent. Neither of them is their opponent. In order to achieve his goal, he can't care about his identity and Jianghu rules.

They were about to start, and Mu Lixing suddenly flew to Yuanqing.

As an elder of the five immortals cult, he almost got hurt by a little girl's sword. He couldn't swallow the breath.

Shuizhen Xiu's mouth shows a cold smile. Now Wuji is entangled by Qin Feng and Mo Ge is entangled by deer house people. They are confident that they can win.

As soon as Mu Lixing moved, shuizhenxiu and shuile people did not hesitate to follow up. The three long swords stabbed Yuanqing in three directions.

Yuanqing was not afraid at all. The long sword trembled and waved a shadow of the sword. He swung the three stabbing swords away. At the same time, his body twisted. The long sword in his hand was as fast as the wind and suddenly stabbed into the water.

Among the three, Shui Zhenxiu's martial arts are the weakest, but he is cruel and crafty, so Yuanqing decides to hurt him first, which can reduce a lot of pressure.

Mu Lixing's long sword crossed to block Yuanqing's stabbing sword. Shuile's sword still stabbed her in the chest.

Traceless has caught a glimpse of Yuanqing being besieged by three people, and the long sword in his hand is attacking two swords. When Qin Feng hurriedly dodges, he suddenly returns to the forest like a swallow and flies backward for more than three feet. The long sword in his hand trembles. Unexpectedly, it is also stabbing shuizhenxiu who just dodges back!

With a painful hum, Shui Zhenxiu caught the sword in his thigh, and Qin Feng followed him with his sword. The traceless body rolled in the air, and the long sword was pulled out with a bloody rain. "Zheng" stopped the sword cut by Qin Feng.

When Shuizhen was standing up, he stumbled and retreated a few steps. The long sword stood still, but his face was pale and blood gushed on his thigh.

Qin Feng clenched his teeth and waved his sword. Traceless could spare his hand to hurt people when fighting with him, which made him more angry.

At this time, the sun hung high, and thousands of rays of sunlight were projected into the woods through the gap between the leaves. It was a very pleasant spring day, but now it is full of swords and swords.

Traceless turned and Qin Feng stabbed him with a sword. Just a ray of sunshine shone on Qin Feng's right hand. A reflection shook. Traceless's clear eyes showed a trace of surprise.

Because he saw a trigger on Qin Feng's thumb, a dark green emerald trigger.

Deja vu as like as two peas in the old village head, he suddenly felt the feeling of a familiar deed. He was seen in south of the Five Ridges Hou Fu. The same finger was similar to Qin Feng's finger.

His clear eyes gradually changed from horror to sharpness. The long sword trembled, suppressed the morning dew, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Qin, have you ever been to the moon mountain twenty years ago?"

Qin Feng suddenly saw a cold light in his eyes, didn't say a word, turned his wrist, withdrew his long sword, and then distracted to stab at no trace.

With a soft drink, the Xuantian magic sword suddenly met, and the real Qi in the body urged the long sword blade to face the dew like the sword Qi soared.

"Zheng" made a loud noise, and the two swords intersected. Qin Feng felt a great pressure from the sword body, and the tiger mouth was faintly numb.

Without trace, he could not fight back. His body was close to him. The long sword with hissing sword Qi pushed Qin Feng continuously.

He recognized the trigger on Qin Feng's finger and wanted to control Qin Feng. Since the trigger was the same as that on Qin Feng's finger, Qin Feng probably participated in the moon mountain massacre that year.

Qin Feng retreated again and again under the attack of a gust of wind and rain.

The day-to-day sword technique and Xuantian 11 moves were played incisively and vividly on the traceless hand. Qin Feng immediately felt the pressure increase!

With a crisp sound, a numb wrist, "Cang Lang" sound, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and then he felt a faint pain in his throat, with a trace of cold through his heart!