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The two cooperated well, staring at the iron chain in Xiang Wentian's hand, constantly looking for a gap in it, trying to find an opportunity to launch a fatal blow. One of them held a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, using the shield to protect his body, skillfully performing the Ditang knife technique, quickly rolling close to Xiang Wentian's feet, and the steel knife in his hand kept slashing at Xiang Wentian's lower body.

Seeing this, Xiang Wentian swung the iron chain in his hand and hit the shield twice in succession, but the shield was so strong that it could not hurt the opponent at all. The steel knife under the shield stretched and retracted from time to time, and each move was extremely fierce and hard to defend against.

Seeing that no one came up, Yi Huawei simply watched the fierce fighting scene, his eyes following Xiang Wentian and the people who besieged him. Suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him. Although the wind was not loud, it was very fast and carried a fierce momentum.

Immediately afterwards, a person's voice was heard from behind him, and the person shouted, "Boy, do you still want to live?" Although the voice was not loud, it was very close, as if it was right next to his ear, only one or two feet away from his ear.

Yi Huawei frowned slightly and turned around quickly. When he turned around, he was standing face to face with a man, their noses almost touching. The man's hands were firmly pressed on his chest, his face expressionless, and he said coldly: "I will release my internal force and break all your ribs."

The man stared at Yi Huawei with sharp and intimidating eyes.

Although Yi Huawei was somewhat surprised, he was not panicked. Seeing that the man had sneaked up on him but did not take the opportunity to kill him, he made up his mind.

"Really? I don't believe it."

Yi Huawei's mouth corners slightly raised, and then he circulated the purple qi in his body, which quickly spread throughout his body. He straightened his chest and made a response gesture.

Seeing this, the man's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he suddenly spit out his internal force from his palm, wanting to give Yi Huawei a warning. However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as the internal force was spit out, it felt like a drop in the ocean, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The man was immediately horrified, thinking that something was wrong, and just wanted to retreat and get rid of Yi Huawei, but it was too late. Yi Huawei's right palm quickly hit the man in the heart.

A huge force penetrated the man's body, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. His body flew up into the air involuntarily, like a kite with a broken string. His throat felt sweet, and a stream of hot blood rushed up his throat, and then a stream of blood spurted out, drawing an arc in the air.

He rolled several times in the air, landed heavily on the ground, and retreated several feet before stopping. After he stood firm, he stared at Yi Huawei, his eyes showing both anger and gratitude. He knew that Yi Huawei's palm strike could have killed him, but he showed mercy, otherwise he would have no chance of survival.

Yi Huawei snorted coldly: "The Songshan Sect only knows how to attack from behind? Are you Zuo Lengchan?"

The man's face turned blue and purple, and finally black as a jar of soy sauce. He stared at Yi Huawei, spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, and gritted his teeth and said, "A real man does not change his name, and he does not change his surname. This is Songshan Le Hou! I am not good at learning martial arts, so I have nothing to say. Today, Senior Brother Zuo is no longer here, otherwise, how could I let you be so presumptuous!"

"Haha~"

Yi Huawei smiled faintly: "Is Zuo Lengchan very powerful? I will come to you for advice someday. You claim to be a famous and upright sect, but you are in cahoots with the Demon Cult. Hundreds of people are against one person. If this gets out, don't let people laugh their heads off! Hahahaha~"

Le Hou covered his wound, his face full of anger, his eyes wide as copper bells, staring at Yi Huawei, angrily said:

"When did we ever join forces with the Demon Cult? The Demon Cult is after their traitors, but we are seeking revenge for our friends who died at the hands of this evil villain. We each do our own thing and have nothing to do with each other!"

Yi Huawei laughed, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Okay, okay, you just have to fight alone, and I'll sit back and watch the fun."

At this time, a disciple of Songshan Sect shouted, "Who are you? Let's kill this guy first, and then settle the score with Xiang."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, and the sword flashed coldly under the sunlight.

Yi Huawei raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a disdainful smile, and said with a smile: "If you want to kill me, why do you need everyone to do it? Just come up yourself."

His eyes were full of provocation as he stared straight at the disciple from the Songshan School.

When the Songshan Sect disciple heard this, his heart tightened. He knew that his martial arts skills were far inferior to Yi Huawei's. Yi Huawei had just defeated Tianyi Taoist of Taishan Sect and Le Hou of Songshan Sect with ease. These two were both well-known in the martial arts world and had great martial arts skills. Even they were no match for Yi Huawei, so how could he dare to step forward? His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He wanted to move but didn't dare. He looked left and right, and saw that his fellow disciples around him were also looking at each other in bewilderment. No one dared to step forward.

Although they had a large number of people and could theoretically kill the masked man, the strength Yi Huawei had just shown filled them with fear. They knew clearly that whoever went first would suffer, and might even die in vain.

Yi Huawei and the others were in a stalemate, the atmosphere was tense like a powder keg ready to explode. However, Xiang Wentian's side was filled with loud bangs and crackles, the noisy sound breaking the stalemate.

Yi Huawei frowned slightly and turned his head to look. He saw seven or eight men surrounding Xiang Wentian and launching a fierce siege. Two of them had strong palm power, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound. The palm power hit the pavilion heavily, breaking the pavilion pillars and beams. Under the impact of this force, the rafters and tiles on the roof fell one after another, making crackling sounds. At this time, the crowd was fighting fiercely, their blood was boiling, and they seemed to be unaware of the tiles falling on their heads. They only focused on launching rounds of attacks on Xiang Wentian.

The leader of the demon sect stood at a distance, staring at Xiang Wentian with cold eyes. He saw the right moment and suddenly exerted his strength in his palm, sending out a palm strike from a distance. The palm wind whistled towards Xiang Wentian, who was unable to dodge and the palm force hit him firmly in the chest.

He suddenly groaned and felt a sharp pain in his chest. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string. The sword in his hand also slipped out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Xiang Wentian felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and thought to himself that something was wrong. Just when he thought he was going to die, he suddenly felt his waist tighten, and a braid flew over like a black lightning and wrapped around his body. Then, he was dragged through the air as if he was riding on clouds.

It was Yi Huawei who saved Xiang Wentian's life. He had been paying attention to Xiang Wentian's situation. When he saw Xiang Wentian being knocked out, he threw out the long whip in his hand without any hesitation. The long whip drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately wrapped around Xiang Wentian. Then Yi Huawei pointed his toes and performed Qinggong. His figure was like a black shadow, faster than a galloping horse. In an instant, he was already dozens of feet away.

Upon seeing this, dozens of people behind them changed their faces and shouted, "Xiang Wentian escaped, Xiang Wentian escaped!" Then they spread their legs and quickly chased in the direction where Yi Huawei and Xiang Wentian fled.

Xiang Wentian was dragged by Yi Huawei with an iron chain. He was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly: "Put me down!"

At the same time, he pulled the iron chain around his waist with both hands.

When Yi Huawei heard Xiang Wentian's cry, his eyes narrowed slightly. He shook the long whip in his hand, flicked his wrist hard, and threw Xiang Wentian towards the people who were chasing him.

Xiang Wentian was thrown forward by the force, stumbling a few steps. The people chasing him were shocked to see Xiang Wentian being thrown over, and they stopped in their tracks with horror on their faces. Some of them didn't have solid lower body skills, and they were running too fast, unable to stop, and continued to rush towards Xiang Wentian.

Seeing this, Xiang Wentian's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he raised his left foot and kicked the person who rushed over hard, kicking him into the crowd. While everyone was in a panic, Xiang Wentian turned around and ran again.

Seeing this, everyone reacted and chased after them, but after the fierce fight and running just now, their physical strength had been consumed. At this time, no one dared to chase them wildly, but just maintained a certain speed, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther. Xiang Wentian kept running, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks. His chest was still aching from the palm of the demon leader just now, but he endured the pain and quickly thought in his mind: "These bastards are haunting me, how can I get rid of them?"

After running for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered a place. He was immediately delighted and said to himself:
"That's a great place!" But then he frowned again and thought, "It's just too far away. I don't know if I have the strength to run there. It doesn't matter. If I don't have the strength, those bastards will have even less strength."

"Friend, come with me."

Xiang Wentian looked up at the sun, identified the direction, shouted to Yi Huawei, and then ran across the wheat field diagonally to the northeast corner. The wheat field under his feet was trampled here and there by him, but he didn't care at all.

Yi Huawei was slightly startled when he heard Xiang Wentian's call, and after a brief thought, he followed. The two of them walked quickly through the wheat field, raising a cloud of dust behind them.

After running for more than ten miles, the two men came to the main road again. At this moment, three fast horses suddenly passed by them, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves fell on Xiang Wentian's face.

Xiang Wentian narrowed his eyes, his face showing anger, and he cursed: "Damn you!" After that, he took a breath and rushed, his speed suddenly increased, chasing after the horse. When he caught up with the horse, he suddenly jumped into the air and kicked at the three people.

Yi Huawei's eyes narrowed, his gaze swift as lightning, he saw that the three people were dressed like ordinary people, plainly dressed, and judging from their attire they were not martial artists, they just happened to meet Xiang Wentian, the evil star.

Immediately, he thrust his palm horizontally, and the palm force brought a strong airflow towards Xiang Wentian. Xiang Wentian was in the air, and had no time to dodge, so he was hit by the palm and fell from mid-air. He fell heavily to the ground, and rolled on the ground for several rounds before stopping.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face showing pain, and he was horrified. Although Yi Huawei attacked him by surprise, the strength of his internal force was something he had rarely seen in his life.

Xiang Wentian stared at Yi Huawei, his eyes filled with anger:
"What do you mean? You are just a bunch of fools, just kill them..."

His voice was a little weak, but still contained a fierce force.

Yi Huawei snorted coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice:

"You are no different from them in my eyes. Can I kill you if I want to? I will give you a light punishment this time, but if you do it again, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

As he spoke, Yi Huawei walked towards the three people who were frightened. The three people were so frightened by this sudden incident that their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were full of fear.

Yi Huawei took out a bag of silver from his pocket and said, "Here are fifty taels of silver to buy two horses for you."

As he said this, he threw the purse towards the three men. The purse drew an arc in the air and landed in the arms of one of them.

The man hurriedly took it and opened it. As expected, there were several ingots of silver inside. He looked up at Yi Huawei, then at Xiang Wentian who was lying on the ground spitting blood, swallowed his saliva, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, do you really want to buy a horse?"

Yi Huawei nodded, his eyes sweeping across the three people's frightened faces: "Two horses, fifty taels, is that enough?"

"Enough! Enough!"

The three of them nodded repeatedly, one of them quickly untied the bag on the saddle and handed the reins to Yi Huawei. The other one hurriedly untied the reins of another horse, fearing that if he was too slow, he would anger the evil star.

Xiang Wentian struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. He stood firmly on the tree trunk, his eyes wandered back and forth between Yi Huawei and the three people, and finally fixed on the long sword at Yi Huawei's waist.

Yi Huawei took the reins and climbed onto the horse with clean and neat movements. He looked down at Xiang Wentian and said, "Get on the horse."

Xiang Wentian gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his chest, and staggered to another horse. He reached out to grab the saddle and tried several times before he could barely climb up. The horse seemed to sense his weakness and shook its head uneasily.

"drive!"

Yi Huawei squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse immediately spread its hooves and ran forward. Xiang Wentian followed closely behind, and the two of them galloped along the official road one after the other.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Xiang Wentian's wound was aching from the shaking. He looked down at the blood oozing from his chest, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. His right hand quietly reached for his waist, where a poisoned dagger was hidden.

Yi Huawei seemed to have sensed something and suddenly pulled the reins. The horse raised its front hooves and neighed. Xiang Wentian was caught off guard and almost fell off the horse.

"you……"

Just as Xiang Wentian was about to speak, he saw Yi Huawei dismount and stride towards him. Xiang Wentian subconsciously shrank back, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand.

Yi Huawei reached out and grabbed Xiang Wentian by the collar, pulling him off the horse. Just as Xiang Wentian was about to struggle, he felt a strong internal force surge into his body, and the severe pain in his chest was immediately relieved.

"You..." Xiang Wentian was stunned.

Yi Huawei loosened his hand, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Xiang Wentian's mouth: "This is healing medicine, don't waste it."

Xiang Wentian swallowed the pill and felt a warm current spreading from his stomach. He looked up at Yi Huawei, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Yi Huawei got back on his horse: "We have to get there before dark."

The two continued on their way. This time, Xiang Wentian behaved much more honestly. He would occasionally sneak a glance at Yi Huawei's back, as if he was thinking about something. (End of this chapter)