After fighting overnight, Feng Rugu finally led more than a hundred people to break through the siege with the power of a sharp knife, covered in blood and dust, and broke into a dawn.

During this period, Feng Rugu went around and turned around in front of the formation and did not stop for a moment.

When Han Jingyao shouted "Safe, take a break", Feng Ruju was no longer tenable. The two swords were buried in the dust at the same time, splashing one or two blood dust, and barely supporting his body.

Han Jing hurried over with his sword, holding his arm, and whispered: "The devil's way will come at any time, don't talk or adjust your breath quickly."

After giving the order, he asked Feng Rugu softly: "How do you feel?"

Feng Rugu's body pressed against the hilt of the sword and was shaking: "Senior Brother Han, I'm tired."

Han Jing felt a little heartbroken: "I know, you sit down."

Feng Rugu slowly struggled out of his hand: "It's not the time...it's not the time."

He dragged his swords and moved one step at a time, and the blade plowed out two channels of blood mud on the ground.

In contrast to his slow movements, Feng Rugu's body's spiritual power rolled out like snow-capped mountains.

Its posture is like a phoenix with broken wings. Even if it only has half its wings left, the remaining wind under its wings is still enough to shake the Cangyue.

They escaped all the way and released their spiritual power at will. It was too easy for the demon to find them.

...Feng Rugu planned to let the demons take more detours.

Feng Rugu threw his sword into the sky, stepped on the sword, Ling Feng, and without hesitation, he raised his spiritual power and headed northwest.

A disciple looked up at his back and said, "What did Mr. Feng do?"

Wen Chen looked at him and said sarcastically: "Who knows? He is the pride of heaven. In his eyes, we are just small mustard seeds. Where do you need to explain to us?"

The disciple frowned: "That's not what he said. He always acted like this and provoked the demons twice as much. Yesterday, he lit the fire and burned the house, which made the demons angry and in the end it would cause us to suffer with him. We do not have the cultivation level of his..."

"Who said no?" Wen Chen waved his hand and gathered several people around him who had raised their ears to listen to him, and carefully investigated, "We follow Feng Rugu like this, the goal is too big. Besides, can you trust that crazy man? Is it possible that he will take us to something even more incredible, which will only increase danger. If he is honest, then that's fine. If he takes our lives again, it's better than us..."

Fortunately, Feng Rugu's side reacted very quickly during this encirclement and suppression, and always clamped the trick of self-defense and was not poisoned. There were only four people who were slightly injured, and the number of seriously injured did not increase.

After Feng Ruguzhe returned, he heard Han Jing explaining that the disciples of each family were injured, and nodded, said "It's good", and sat down against the tree.

Han Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead that he could no longer wipe away: "As usual, you can rest."

Feng Rugu only replied "Yeah", his nasal sound was as light as a whisper.

Han Jing guided him to lie down on his knee: "Sleep here."

Feng Rugu took off his last touch of spirit: "Senior Brother Han, are you not resting?"

Han Jing looked at the faint moon that was about to end in the sky, and a few silver gravels, and whispered: "The moonlight is over, so it's a waste not to look at it a few more times."

Feng Rugu snorted lazily: "You are still not tired enough."

Han Jing gently stroked his side face with his fingers: "...sorry, Senior Brother Han will help you soon."

Feng Rugu raised his legs and closed his eyes and said, "Senior Brother Han, my senior brother is difficult to improve his sword skills. He is not familiar with the seven emotions. Even his innate murderous intent and beast nature must be understood by acquired understanding. You are the same as your senior brother. Zhiyuejun said..."

Han Jing took over the conversation and humbly admitted his flaws: "The master said that it is difficult for me to fully use my sword skills because I am overly passionate and have distracting thoughts. The sword skills are both form and spirit, but they are delayed by a 'unbearable'."

"It's so passionate." Feng Rugu's voice lowered, "I like my senior brother more."

Perhaps between life and death, people are always particularly honest. Han Jing said: "I really like him."

He was straight and sat himself into a clear bamboo.

But this bamboo talks a lot today: "In the past, Boning wanted to ride a crane. He said that his home is in the south of the Yangtze River, and he wanted to take Ruyuan and ride a crane to see his hometown."

Speaking of this, he pursed his lips and felt very embarrassed: "I said, I will raise a crane for him. I really raised it."

"A crane with snow neck, frost hair, and red net palm. It was raised from a small one, fed with elixirs and fed with sweet springs. Now it is twelve years old. I originally wanted to give it to him as a souvenir when I entered the Taoist temple for twenty years in Boning..."

Feng Rugu went to cover Han Jing's mouth: "It's so noisy."

Han Jing, who was covered with his mouth, blinked and chuckled.

Through Feng Rugu's palm, he told himself what was in his heart: "...I really want to like him a little more."

After saying that, he pointed at himself and waved his hand again, indicating that he would not make any noise again.

Feng Rugu then put down his hand, turned over, and fell asleep without saying a word.

Under the first sun, the face of the young man who could carry a tripod for swordsmanship was less proud and overwhelming, and his facial features were as gentle as his age.

Han Jing used him to pillow on his knees, feeling as if he was caring for his younger brother, and then he closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then a stream of spiritual power gradually flowed into his meridians.

………

Next, there was a protracted escape.

The futile search for more than twenty days has forced Dingyou and his group, who were determined to win, to the madness. Once they find traces of Taoist people, they will be endless and crazy pursuits.

Even Feng Rugu's mistaken plan to lure the enemy was only a three-hour rest time for everyone.

They kept running away, and they became a frightened group of birds.

During the short rest period, Feng Rugu only had to meditate and regulate his breathing, or to see how Jing Sanchao was injured.

However, after that night, Han Jing seemed to have opened his mind, and the sword edge did not restrain itself. In addition, the Demon Blood Puppet consumed a lot of strength in this uninterrupted pursuit, and the pressure on Feng Rugu suddenly decreased a lot.

When Feng Rugu realized that Han Jing hadn't come to find him for a long time, it was already seven days later.

After a group of demonic invaders were killed, Feng Rugu held a sword and looked for Han Jing among the disciples who were sitting or standing.

He searched and found a figure sitting with his back facing everyone under a cliff.

But the man's temperament was a little unfamiliar. Not only did he untied his front collar, his clothes were slightly disorganized, but he also felt a frightening coldness from his back, so that Feng Rugu stopped and looked for a moment before he dared to confirm that it was the person he was looking for.

“…Senior Brother Han?”

He recognized that the man was wiping Han Jing's sword.

Han Jing's "Spring Breeze Ci Brush" is like a Xuan pen. The whole body of the sword is made of green jade, radiating fluorescent and moist. Only the point at the tip of the sword is ink jade, which is pure and dripping, so it is named.

Han Jing seemed to have something to worry about. When he heard Feng Rugu call him, he didn't look back. He just responded briefly: "Well. What's the matter?"

Feng Rugu scratched his head.

He actually had nothing to do, he just wanted to talk to Han Jing.

Han Jing has always been a person who can make people feel at ease.

But if he has something to worry about, he doesn't have to disturb him anymore.

Just as Feng Rugu was about to say nothing, he heard a commotion coming from somewhere behind him.

Han Jing also heard this, closed his shirt and turned around to hold the sword: "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen is the one who makes a riot.

But something really happened this time.

"I missed someone!" Wen Chen stomped his feet anxiously, "Three people were lost in the encirclement of the Demonic Way!"

Someone comforted him and said, "Maybe they just fell behind. Maybe soon..."

Wen Chen said anxiously: "Even if we fall behind, we have been resting here for a quarter of an hour, and there is no reason why we can't catch up."

Feng Rugu listened at the scene and simply said, "They are not me, they are probably already falling."

Wen Chen was furious when he heard this: "At this time, you are still here to show off?!"

Feng Rugu said inexplicably: "What have I shown off?"

Wen Chen did not want to have a verbal battle with Feng Rugu, so he turned around and said, "Maybe they still have a glimmer of life...you, and you, come with me!"

Feng Rugu blocked his way with a sword.

Wen Chen said angrily: "Do you go or not? If you don't go, don't block the way here!"

Feng Rugu: "What are you going to do?"

"Save people!"

Feng Rugu corrected him: "Send to death."

Wen Chen sneered: "Ha, I know you can't count on it, so don't stop me!"

He was about to leave when Feng Rugu hugged his arms and said, "I won't stop you, please give me a try. But cut off the thread on your body before leaving."

The thread-tie is the guide line buried in the disciples of Feng Rugu and Han Jing. Even if they are separated for a while, with this object and guided along the way, they can find a place to return.

After Feng Rugu made a big fuss in the main city of "Li Shi", he found Han Jing and the others.

Cutting off the thread to tie the thread means completely cutting and breaking away from the large army.

Wen Chen's face changed: "Why?! If they just fell behind, or we successfully rescued people-"

Feng Rugu said: "I don't care whether you can save it or not. With the thread of the thread, the demon will find me. Once the people you lead leave the team, life and death will be alive, don't involve us."

Upon hearing this, several fellow Taoists named by Wen Chen shrank their heads and stopped talking.

Wen Chen's great spirit was wiped out by a basin of cold water, and he could not help but feel a hero's breath, and his heart became more and more depressed, and his anger rose: "Feng Rugu, have you not taken our lives seriously at all, and you have long wanted to get rid of our burdens?"

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Is there any self-knowledge? It's such a surprise."

Wen Chen was so angry that he seemed useless to stop anyone: "Let me go!! If you don't go, I'll go alone! Senior Brother Han, give me the thread of the three of them, and I'll bring them all back!"
To be continued...