Li Changfeng kept heading southeast, chasing Zhen Zhibing.
However, as the first eldest disciple among the three generations of disciples, Zhen Zhibing's own strength is also quite good.
Even though he is not as good as Li Changfeng, he still has his own understanding of Qing Gong.
And he also felt that Li Changfeng was chasing after him, so he stimulated his potential.
Under Li Changfeng's pursuit, he persisted until dawn.
Zhen Zhibing stopped when he fled all the way to a cliff waterfall.
Li Changfeng also caught up with him at this time, looking at Zhen Zhibing in front of him indifferently from behind.
Zhen Zhibing screamed at Li Changfeng in despair.
"You devil, our Quanzhen sect is the righteous one in the world. Why are you so hard on me? Aren't you afraid that everyone in the world will attack you?"
Hearing Zhen Zhibing's words, Li Changfeng shook his head.
"If anyone in the world wants to attack me, just let them do it. I'm here, so there's nothing to be afraid of!"
"But you must die today!"
The sound of the waterfall in the distance echoed through the sky, but compared to the coldness that penetrated Li Changfeng's bones at this moment, it was still not as good as three points.
"Why are so many of my Quanzhen sect fleeing, and why do you insist on chasing me?"
"Have we ever had any quarrel? Even according to what you said in the Chongyang Palace, if there is any grudge, it is related to Senior Brother Zhao Zhijing. Why are you pursuing me so hard?"
"We haven't celebrated any festivals. Even in the main hall of Chongyang Palace, this was the first time we met."
"But, I have a reason to kill you!"
"So, no matter what happens today, you will not have a chance to survive!"
After Zhen Zhibing heard Li Changfeng's answer, he burst out laughing.
"Am I that important? Even my master and the others are not as good as me. They come straight to kill me!"
Li Changfeng nodded, "Yes, you may not be worth mentioning to others, but to me, your importance is not as important as that of the Quanzhen Seventh Son."
"Really? Then even if I die, I won't die in your hands!"
After saying that, he jumped directly from the cliff into the waterfall.
But as early as when Li Changfeng chased him here, he had paid attention to it.
That’s why I’m talking so much to Zhen Zhibing at this moment!
The moment he saw Zhen Zhibing jump down, the cyan sword came out instantly.
The long sword cut through the silent land and arrived in front of Zhen Zhibing in an instant.
With one strike of the sword, the head rolled down, and his body fell directly off the cliff, taking his head with it.
The moment he saw Zhen Zhibing's head, Li Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the ancient tomb, "In the future, that thing will never happen again. In this life, I will eliminate all the suffering for you!"
"The world is so small, will we ever see each other again?"
There was no one around, and the only thing that responded to him was the sound of the waterfall hitting the ground like it was falling from the sky.
After that, he left here.
The next target is Zhao Zhijing!
In the original work, Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing are the same, even though Zhen Zhibing is somewhat more conscientious than Zhao Zhijing.
But his approach has already touched Li Changfeng's objections, so the first one is Zhen Zhibing, and the second one is Zhao Zhijing.
"Zhao Zhijing, let's settle our new grudges together with the old grudges in the original work."
............
After Zhao Zhijing escaped from the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, he was relieved to find that Li Changfeng was not chasing him.
But he still didn't dare to be careless and kept rushing towards Xiangyang City as fast as he could.
The feud between him and Li Changfeng was really quite big. If he hadn't been framed before, maybe there wouldn't have been so much trouble.
Originally thinking that Li Changfeng was a young man, no matter how powerful he was, he would never be that powerful, so he turned his anger on him and slapped a big hat on him.
Who would have thought that it would be a tiger.
After driving for a day, he finally arrived at Xiangyang City.
Seeing the three big characters on the city wall in front of him, Zhao Zhijing felt the urge to cry.
Mainly, I was on the run all day long, and I was on tenterhooks every moment.
"Fortunately, there was a scapegoat who held back the devil, otherwise, I would be dead now!"
At the city gate, when the city guard saw that the visitor was a Taoist priest, he stepped forward to question him.
"That Taoist, who are you, where are you from, and why are you here in Xiangyang!"
"Show me the way in your hands."
Zhao Zhijing clasped his fists with both hands and gave a slight salute.
"Pindao is Zhao Zhijing, a third-generation disciple of the Zhongnan Mountain Quanzhen Sect. He came to Xiangyang today to see Guo Daxia. I have something to report to him."
Then, he took out a stack of silver coins from his body.
"This is my guide!"
As soon as the officers and soldiers guarding the city saw the money and were looking for Guo Jing, the hero, they let Zhao Zhijing go.
In Xiangyang City now, the name of Guo Jing and Guo Daxia is not only unprecedentedly loud in the martial arts world, but also in the hearts of all the people in Xiangyang City, like a patron saint.
After Zhao Zhijing entered the city, he went all the way to the place where Guo Jing was, the Guo Mansion.
...........
As for the Quanzhen Seven Sons, after Ma Yu died, except for Qiu Chuji and Sun Buer, the rest also rushed to Xiangyang City.
At the same time, what happened to the Quanzhen Sect that night in Zhongnan Mountain was also spread to the world.
Suddenly, the world, which had been peaceful for many years, was in turmoil.
As the leader of the world's upright sects, the Quanzhen Sect has so many disciples and their disciples' profound martial arts attainments are not comparable to those of other sects.
Even if the Mongolian princes Huodu and Darba came before, they didn't get anything good.
But now, the Quanzhen sect was almost destroyed, and Ma Yu, one of the seven Quanzhen sects, died.
This makes people feel the madness behind this matter.
And Li Changfeng, who is famous in the world of martial arts, is called the Sword Demon.
His sword is like a ghost. When the sword comes out, blood flows!
.............
Xiangyang City, Yuelai Inn.
Li Mochou was drinking at the table by the window. After pouring one glass into her mouth, she seemed to feel that it was not enough, so she filled up another glass.
Behind her, stood two women, Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang!
Most of the people on the same floor as him didn't dare to speak, and those sitting here were basically the brave ones.
After all, who doesn’t know the name of Li Mochou, the red-trained fairy in the world of martial arts?
After Li Mochou heard what was said downstairs upstairs, a face in her memory also appeared in her mind.
"Sword Demon?"
"Li Changfeng?"
"Could that person be you?"
Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang behind them couldn't help but wonder after hearing this.
"Master, who is that sword demon? Have you ever met?"
After Li Mochou heard this, she smiled slightly.
"He is an old friend of mine!"
