Chapter 491 (1/2)

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.