Chapter 71 Chapter 71

The mountain is full of spring sun, and the mountain is golden. Yi Feng blinked his eyes, and felt that the muscles on his face seemed to be suffering from dryness and cracking. He suddenly remembered his face. Not only had he not seen the sun for many days, but he had not washed it for many days. The human skin mask behind Rong kept covering his face, like dried fish skin, and he couldn't help laughing at himself secretly. "It turns out that being disguised is such an uncomfortable thing. I only endured it for a few short months. Thinking about that Mr. Xiao back then, I really don't know how he lived his life."

He kept moving, and reached out to touch his dry face: "Oh, I should find some water." He thought secretly: "But, this will have to wait until I find Xiao Wu." He had never known that hatred could make one endure so much that was almost unbearable. However, at this moment, he knew it, and he knew it very deeply.It suddenly occurred to him that if he himself were Gou Jian, he would do the same thing. Chaotic thoughts, boiling blood. He didn't know how long he ran, maybe, it was just in the blink of an eye. Looking up, there is a corner of the red pavilion in the shade of the fresh green trees all over the mountain.

His heart couldn't help beating in ecstasy, he took a breath of true energy, suddenly rose and fell several times, and the distant red pavilion suddenly jumped in front of his eyes like magic—ah, what a wonderful feeling this is Enjoy, but if you don't have the ultimate lightness kung fu, you will never dream of this kind of enjoyment. So, he turned his true energy gracefully, swept his figure again, and threw himself down towards the mountain pavilion. In an instant——he felt the world spinning, and with a sound of "ah", he landed on the ground, kicked, kicked, kicked, rushed forward a few steps, grabbed the verdant railing of the mountain pavilion, and only heard——

With a "snap"—— The railing of the emerald bamboo cracked in response to his hand, and the cracked bamboo pieces were crushed by Yi Feng's iron palm, and then slowly flowed out from the crack in his palm. He clenched his teeth tightly and remained motionless, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, staring fiercely at—— On the four corpses in the pavilion. In the early morning of early spring, the beauty of life is flying all over the mountains. The earth is just like the girl who loves beauty. She put away the heavy cotton-padded jacket early and put on a fresh green light shirt. The passionate young man is looking at the slim figure in the new green shirt. Chanting affectionate sentences in a low voice, even an old man in his dying years will lift up a bamboo chair, move it to the front of the window, close his eyes, and quietly enjoy the sunshine of early spring.

However…… "Flying Rainbow Seven Swords!" "Seven Swords of the Flying Rainbow" from far outside the pass!