Two Hundred and Twenty Second Deathmatch

Quickly returning to the original place, Han Yue didn't lose it, and she walked out from behind the boulder again, watching Zhou Xing take out a small cauldron, refining the herbs into a sticky ointment bit by bit.

"Take off your boots and apply it yourself while it's hot." Zhou Xing poured the ointment into a porcelain bottle and handed it to her together with a piece of cotton cloth.

The girl nodded, turned around and sat on the ground, gritted her teeth, took off her boots and socks, and carefully poured the ointment on her ankles, feeling relieved. After a while, she wrapped up the wound and put on the boots again, and moved a little bit. Although the pain was still there, it was much lighter than before.

"Thank you." Han Yue bowed to him.

Zhou Xing was startled, turned around quickly, and said, "Should I go by myself or should I carry you?"

"I...I want to find them quickly..." the girl whispered.

"Well, I'm in a hurry than you." Zhou Xing squatted on the ground.

Han Yue hesitated for a long time, and finally leaned on Zhou Xing's back, gently supporting his shoulders.

Zhou Xing had never memorized anyone before, he was clumsy, and it took him a long time to figure out where to put his hands and feet.

The girl blushed again.

"Okay, hold on tight, I run very fast, don't fall." Zhou Xing reminded, his legs suddenly exerted strength, and he ran down the mountain like the wind.

While running, Zhou Xing murmured in his heart that this kid named Han Yue must have falsely reported his grade, otherwise, he couldn't be so short and light.

Zhou Xing's running speed is indeed very fast. The first time he went up Qingyun Mountain, it was only half of the mountain road, and it took him several hours, but now, running from the top of Qingyun Mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then back to the top of the mountain, one hour is enough .

Not long after, the two arrived at the foot of the mountain. It was still dark at this time, and they could hardly see their fingers.

"Where are we going?" Zhou Xing turned to ask Han Yue.

The girl closed her eyes, opened them again, and raised her finger to the southeast.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Xing expressed doubts, but he didn't see anything.

The girl nodded and said, "We all have perception jade pendants, they must be looking for me too."

"Okay!" Now that the direction is correct, Zhou Xing ran quickly again.

This run went straight to dawn,

Still didn't see a single figure.

"This wind can blow people so far." Zhou Xing was very depressed. In his opinion, the more time it takes to find someone, the less time it takes to hunt for treasures, but since he has already promised him, he can only focus on the present first.

Zhou Xing was running, when he heard the chirping sound again suddenly, he hurriedly stopped, and suddenly saw a flying sword as thin as a cicada's wing passing by his eyes dangerously and dangerously, if he hadn't been in time He stopped, his head had been pierced by the flying sword.

Zhou Xing was furious, this was the second time the other party had plotted against him.

He immediately looked around, and then saw a team of five coming out of cover. The five were wearing uniform clothing, apparently from the same sect.

"It's from the Longevity Valley." Han Yue whispered.

Zhou Xing looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Elder Ji mentioned the names of several sects on the way here, saying that these sects are known for being vicious and unscrupulous, if you encounter them, you must be careful, and the first sect he mentioned is Changsheng valley.

"Judging from the clothes, you belong to Tianyuanzong, right? The one on your back belongs to Zixiao Palace? Who is she?" The leader asked with a long sword on his back, with a sinister smile.

"I am your grandpa, and she is your grandma!" Zhou Xing cursed.

The man froze, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he said with an angry smile: "Okay, okay, if you were willing to hand her over, I, Mao Xiaoshan, planned to spare your life, but now it seems that since you have fallen If you place an order, you will be two dead people!"

Mao Xiaoshan stretched out his arms, and the other four quickly moved to surround Zhou Xing, and one of them formed the formation with his hands.

Zhou Xing was well aware of the power of the formation, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment. When the person who set up the formation had just completed the first step to position the formation, Zhou Xing's iron fist had already arrived in front of him.

"clang!"

With a heavy punch, without reservation, the fist sank into the opponent's face. The man flew backwards and died before landing.

"You!" Mao Xiaoshan was shocked. In his opinion, this man and woman are lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they should be slaughtered obediently, or kneel down and beg for mercy. What he never expected was that the opponent still chose to fight back when the actual disparity between the two sides was so great, and he still made such a decisive decision.

"Kill! Don't keep your hands! Kill them all!" Mao Xiaoshan commanded loudly, and when he pressed the spirit ring with his thumb, seven thin flying swords rushed out, and he himself drew out the long sword behind his back and pointed at Zhou Xing. Attack swiftly.

"Catch it! Put it on your back!" Zhou Xing turned his head and gave a warning, took out the mud and threw it to Han Yue. At the same time, he activated his real dragon energy, his body was as hard as iron, and he punched it.

The other three people in Changsheng Valley were not idle either, one of them slashed at him with a huge axe, the other pinched the formula and muttered something, and the other summoned the snake spirit beast, and then joined the battle group.

Zhou Xing dodged left and right, and fought back from time to time, which was very difficult. Gradually, the cooperation of the four people in Changsheng Valley became better and better, Zhou Xing was greatly increased in parry, and his counterattacks dropped sharply, and he was in a hurry. Zhou Xing hated himself for not being superhuman, hated that his cultivation base was too low, he couldn't protect himself, and even hurt others.

Suddenly, he felt weak all over, his feet were sluggish, and the golden lamp in front of his eyes was spinning around.

Zhou Xing was shocked. He felt that he had only fought for a while, so he shouldn't be so useless. He couldn't help but look at the person who had been chanting spells outside the battle circle.

"Oh it's you!"

Zhou Xing wanted to break through the siege and attack the person who cast the spell, but was trapped by three people and one snake headed by Mao Xiaoshan, there was no way out.

"puff!"

Zhou Xing didn't pay attention, and was pierced by a flying sword through his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Hahaha!" Mao Xiaoshan was overjoyed when the flying sword made a contribution, and the attack became more fierce.

Zhou Xing hated that little white man for not showing his face all the time, which made his meditation punches look superficial, without substance, and could only exert 10 to 20 percent of its power.

So, he switched to Guanyun Fist again, and his moves were so strange that it was hard to guard against. It's a pity that the young man in white also didn't show up, and his Cloud-Guarding Fist didn't exert its due power either.

"Pfft!" Another sword pierced through Zhou Xing's calf, and his white robe was stained red with blood.

"You...you run away! Leave me alone!" Han Yue said anxiously.

Zhou Xing's eyes were sharp, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "You really know how to joke, they provoked me, why did I run away?"

"You...you can't beat them! You will die!"

Zhou Xing laughed out loud, as if he heard a big joke.

"why are you laughing?"

At this question, Zhou Xing laughed even harder, he bent over laughing, tears came out of the laugh, he couldn't dodge the laugh, and received another sword strike. Only this time, the flying sword was nailed to the back of his heart, but it couldn't even pierce his outer robe.