On the top of the mountain, Peng Yiming took a long breath.


    After him, Chen Xueen sat on the ground and had a rest.


    On the top of the mountain, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple. I don''t know how many years it has been in decline. Looking at the hollows and hollows of the Qingshiban Road, I don''t think the incense is prosperous, otherwise it won''t be so lonely.


    In fact, there was a lot of incense here, probably hundreds of years ago. That dynasty worshipped Taoism. Tenglongshan also produced dragons and immortals. Many people racked their brains to burn incense. This Qingshiban road has been around for hundreds of years.


    Fortunately, there are no lazy people in this Taoist temple, and there are no weeds in this Taoist temple.


    As soon as I entered the Taoist temple, I met a young Taoist with two wooden barrels on his shoulders. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, as if he was going to fetch water.


    I don''t know how many patches there are on that Taoist robe. It''s a response to the saying: new three years, old three years, sewing and mending for another three years.


    "Well?" Seeing Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen, the young Taoist was a little surprised. Then he quickly put down the barrel, ran to him and said with a smile, "what are the two Taoist friends doing?"


    Although the young Taoist could not see Peng Yiming''s accomplishments, he found that Chen Xueen, who was standing beside Peng Yiming, was also a practitioner.


    "Look for something." Peng Yiming said with a smile.


    "What are you looking for?" The young Taoist priest was slightly stunned and asked with a frown.


    As soon as Peng Yiming opened his mouth, he already felt the murderous spirit of the other party.


    "Lingyu." Peng Yiming said softly.


    At this time, the door of the main hall was pushed open from inside.


    An old Taoist with a brush in his hand, wearing a long Taoist robe, crossed the threshold and came to Peng Yiming and Chen Xueen.


    "I''ve heard recently that there are two more people in the world of seclusion. It''s like looking for some kind of jade. Everywhere you go, you''ll kill countless people." The old Taoist walked in step by step and sighed softly.


    Peng Yiming''s sword trembled, but he didn''t speak.


    "They want to keep us, we have to kill them!" Although Peng Yiming did not speak, Chen Xueen explained.


    The old Taoist laughed and said, "if I say we don''t have what you are looking for here, believe it or not?"


    "I don''t believe it." Chen Xueen shook his head subconsciously.


    The old Taoist brushed the dust in his hand and sighed: "if so, why ask more?"


    Peng Yiming''s eyes suddenly became cold.


    "Two Taoist friends, please come back. We really don''t have what you are looking for here. Let alone jade, I haven''t seen any pebbles." The young Taoist said with a bitter smile.


    Chen Xueen grabs his head and looks at each other''s sincere face. He feels that they really don''t look like liars.


    "I''m afraid I can''t leave, can I?" Peng Yiming gave a smile.


    The two Taoist priests'' faces changed.


    Hearing Peng Yiming''s words, Chen Xueen was still full of fog at first, but when he found that the two Taoists'' faces had changed dramatically, he immediately understood something and frowned tightly.


    "Brother Yiming, is there an ambush?"


    "Four masters, two at the beginning of Lingjiang, two at the peak of Linghe." Peng Yiming said, "but a stick of incense can come here."


    Chen Xueen''s face turned pale.


    At the beginning of the two Lingjiang realms, and at the end of the two Linghe realms, they reached their peak, which is also a big deal.


    "I''m afraid I can''t think of anyone else except Tianxing palace?" Peng Yiming said with a smile. With these words, he drew his sword and looked at one of the young Taoists. The other one could not avoid it and died immediately.


    The old Taoist was so angry that he stabbed Peng Yiming like a sword.


    Peng Yiming reaches out his hand and pushes Chen Xueen, who is still in a daze, away from him. He takes two steps forward and pushes the old Taoist back with one knife. At the same time, his body suddenly rushes out and rushes to the old Taoist again. The big knife in his hand is rolling with flowers, which sets off a gust of wind.


    "The strong wind knows the strong grass." Peng Yiming murmured a little, and the blade of the knife was already attacking the old Taoist.


    The old Taoist slapped his hand on the blade, and then with this force, he glided back ten meters.


    Chen Xueen, who was pushed away by Peng Yiming, didn''t have time to catch his breath. Suddenly there was a murderous air behind him.


    He turned at once, and at the same time stepped back two steps to avoid a sword.


    "Hey, I thought before that there should be three Taoists in this Taoist temple, but one is missing. Do you want to treat me as a soft persimmon?" When Chen Xueen spoke, he had already kicked his opponent''s chest, and at the same time, his aura was running wildly in his body, and he let it out for a long time.


    "Die for me!" The Taoist held the sword and roared like a tiger.


    If a sword breaks through the gate of heaven, it is like ten thousand tigers coming out of the mountain.


    On the blade of the sword, there is a layer of sword Qi. It''s cold and piercing when it''s a little closer.


    Once again a sword stabs, quite some Kendo boundless flavor.


    "One sword breaks a thousand troops!" The Taoist priest gave a drink, and his speed suddenly increased, like a storm.


    Chen Xueen did not give in. He put his hands together and caught the blade. Then he turned his wrist and broke the blade.


    After Chen Xueen stepped back two steps, his wrist worked again, and the broken point of the sword was broken. It''s like a dart, stabbing at each other.


    The Taoist threw the sword with the hilt in his hand and smashed the tip of the sword out.


    The two trembled with bare hands again.


    The old Taoist''s strength is really good. Even if he only has the strength of Linghe realm, he can catch Peng Yiming''s fierce attack. It''s just because of the gap in realm, he was cut in half by Peng Yiming soon. Later, he turned around and helped Chen Xueen to kill the remaining Taoist priest.


    "Brother Yiming, I''m doing the same thing!" Chen Xueen depressed said.


    Peng Yiming slapped him on the head and scolded: "it''s quite your size. Those four masters are going up the mountain. You leave immediately. I''ll help you hold them down!"


    "Ah Chen Xueen was stunned. He shook his head and said, "no, brother Yiming, how can I leave you to run alone?"


    "Stop talking nonsense. If we die here together, we''ll be at Grandma''s house." Peng Yiming said with a smile, "besides, I''m not afraid of death. If it''s a big deal, I''ll fight with them once. Even if I really want to die, I have to kill a few people, don''t I?"


    His eyes look so clear, it seems that he has really long ignored life and death.


    See Chen Xueen or shake his head hard, Peng Yiming simply slapped him out.


    "When it comes to the critical moment, what does it look like?" Peng Yiming said angrily, "do you really think you can change the situation if you stay? Now that they have been able to calculate us, they must have made enough preparations. Today they are going to leave us all behind. I''m afraid they have also released false news that there is Lingyu in Tenglong mountain. If we really die here together, how can the young Lord help us to revenge? Go away


    A shout of anger, not to mention the earth shaking, but let Chen Xueen tears.


    When Peng Yiming rushed down the mountain with a long knife, Chen Xueen also made a choice, and immediately changed the direction and ran all the way down the mountain.


    As Peng Yiming said, if both of them died in Tenglong mountain today, it would be a great loss. How can the young master help them to revenge when they don''t even know their enemies? What''s more, Chen Xueen thought that if he stayed, he would not be able to help. Maybe he would be taken advantage of by those people. Peng Yiming, who had a chance to escape from life, might have to die here for him.


    Thinking of these, he did not dare to have any hesitation.


    On the way down the mountain, Peng Yiming finally stopped the four white men with a long knife.


    Peng Yiming is like a fierce tiger going down the mountain. After meeting him, he didn''t say the first half of his nonsense. With a rush, he waved his long knife and chopped at a man head-on.


    Although the four were a little surprised, they didn''t dare to hesitate at the moment. They immediately went all out to stand with Peng Yiming and couldn''t see the outcome for a moment. Although Peng Yiming was only a cultivator of Lingjiang realm, he was so experienced that he forced the four white shirt cultivators to retreat with his fierce killing moves.


    "The four sages of Tianxing palace, ha ha! This day, the palace really looks up to Laozi! " Peng Yiming said with a laugh.


    In Tianxing palace, besides Bai Qimei, who is the strongest, there is a unique institution. It is said that it has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is these saints who kill heaven. Each of them has a special way of cultivation. They are basically closed all the year round. Some of them never go out of the gate once. But even so, Tianxing palace has never given up killing saints, There''s still a steady stream of talented young people coming in.


    Originally, Mr. nothingness, the son of the elder of Tianxing palace, had a chance to kill the sage. However, it was a pity that he was killed by Xiao Yao early.


    All four of them have facial expressions.


    "What''s the matter? Is Tianxing palace driven to nowhere by us? Even you people are coming out? " Peng Yiming was not afraid at all, but he was still ridiculing.


    "Kill." One of them suddenly uttered a word.


    The sound of "kill" is powerful and reverberates in the valley.


    Immediately, the four men killed Peng Yiming with great momentum.


    Peng Yiming still waves a long sword to meet the difficulties.


    As Li Dan always liked to say before, how ever did they retreat from Yunxiao hall?


    How to live after the disaster?


    Peng Yiming''s long knife seemed to roar.


    Awe the mountains and forests!


    All of the four were armed with three foot swords, forming a situation of encirclement.


    It''s like the battle of a trapped beast.


    "Chen Xueen, please remember and tell the young master not to let xueta Tianxing palace come too late!" Peng Yiming laughs and looks ferocious.


    Chen Xueen, who runs along another mountain road, is full of tears.


    He didn''t know whether Peng Yiming could escape from the heaven, but he always had a hope in his heart.


    Gusts of wind do not know how many residual leaves rolled up stones, a gang of wind, also toward Peng Yiming pressure. Ears seem to be able to hear the sound of galloping horses“ I''ll cut it with a knife Peng Yiming clenched the handle with both hands and ran faster and faster. Under the feet, the sand flies away. When the knife rises and falls, the light of the knife converges into a purple line. Purple line is more and more strong. At a glance, hundreds of pines and cypresses are cut off“ What a happy day A man with a knife is heroic and arrogant!