"puff!"

As soon as the rice paper was burned out, Huan Chang immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

On his face, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down, and his whole body was soft and he was even about to fall to the ground.

Yang Feng was shocked, hugged Huan Chang and shouted anxiously: "A Chang, what's wrong with you?"

Huan Chang's aura seemed extremely sluggish and said weakly: "I used some secret techniques beyond my level, which not only exhausted my true energy, but also suffered backlash."

Yang Feng hurriedly asked, "What should we do?"

"puff!"

Huan Chang spat out a mouthful of blood again, his face becoming paler.

"A Chang, A Chang, are you okay?"

Huan Chang smiled hard and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. You only need to recuperate for a while and your health can slowly improve."

Yang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, he also had a lot of doubts in his heart.

For example, why is the black donkey so magical? It can actually knock many Black Sand Gang bandits away, but its speed remains unabated.

For example, why does that piece of rice paper flying in the air have such a magical effect?

Of course, Yang Feng is not a talkative person. Even though Huan Chang is his brother, Yang Feng did not ask questions.

Yang Feng hugged Huan Chang and prevented him from being thrown off the donkey's back, and then began to point the direction for the black donkey.

Huan Chang began to investigate his body and examine his injuries, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Fortunately, there is the inner armor of the Ten Thousand Years of Ice Silk this time, otherwise the sword stabbed by the Second Head would have taken my life."

"But this Spring and Autumn style cannot be used beyond the level if it is not necessary in the future."

Yes, the reason why Huan Chang was able to escape this time was that he used the Spring and Autumn style.

If it weren't for those ordinary bandits who had been in a short chaotic breath for a few breaths, the black donkey would not have rushed out of the siege.

The handwriting on the rice paper was written by Huan Chang who used up all his true energy before coming over.

He condensed his energy and spirit into it, giving the rice paper a powerful murderous intent. After the rice paper was unfolded, he secretly activated this murderous intent.

The many Black Sha Gang bandits were affected by murderous aura and then fell into chaos.

However, in this process, Huan Chang not only had to spend a lot of energy, but also controlled the words on the rice paper to release murderous intent, but also had to resist the attack of the second in command.

For Huan Chang at this stage, it is already the limit to be able to achieve this level.

"After all, I'm not in my state."

"If you reach the state of refining essence and turning qi, and then use the Spring and Autumn brushwork to write the finishing touch of the artistic conception, it will not be so hard."

He has a beautiful spirit of poetry and calligraphy. Huan Chang has been reading and practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and even used calligraphy and painting to enter the Tao. Naturally, there are many wonderful uses.

Not only Huan Chang, but also the masters of Shujian Pavilion in all dynasties, are also heroes with great means and very difficult to deal with.

The masters of the five hidden sects all have their own characteristics.

The top master of Piaoxue Peak, once the sword came out, snow fell for ten miles; the sword energy turned into snowflakes, killing people invisibly.

The top master of the Chongjian Cliff, where the heavy sword faces, the mountains collapse; head-on confrontation is unparalleled.

The top master of Feixian Valley, Feixian is leaping across the board, and his sword is slashing thousands of troops; the extremely sharp sword energy is filled with surging murderous intent.

The top master of the Island of Reincarnation, the flying knife of the Reincarnation is perfect; if you can make a hero, you can take your life with a flying knife.

The attack power of these four hidden sects is very strong.

However, the Shujian Pavilion where Huan Chang is located is more difficult to deal with and has more means than these four sects.

The most important thing is that the leaders of Shujian Pavilion have never been afraid of group attacks. On the contrary, the more enemies they have, the stronger they are.

Three hundred years ago, the leader of Shujian Pavilion followed Duke Xiang of Song and was besieged by 800 masters of the sects.

Among these 800 warriors, there are even some warriors, who are in the same realm as the Lord of Shujian Pavilion.

The final result was that the Lord of Shujian Pavilion held the Zhanlu sword in one hand and the Spring and Autumn magic pen in the other hand, killing most of the 800 people, and the remaining masters of the sect fled in a hurry.

The contemporary master of Shujian Pavilion has such a brilliant record, which largely relies on the magic of the Spring and Autumn style.

The practice of the Spring and Autumn Brush is perfect, and it can not only kill people invisibly, but also disrupt the enemy's thinking and influence the enemy's emotions.

During the killing process, 800 masters kept turning against each other and then killed their companions.

In the end, these 800 people distrust each other and even began to kill each other.

Of course, the legendary realm is still too far away for Huan Chang now.

Now Huan Chang has suffered a powerful backlash even if he is prepared in advance and forcibly affecting the enemy on a large scale.

However, it is a miracle that Huan Chang was able to escape from the sky with Yang Feng under the siege of a thousand bandits.

The black donkey gradually moved farther and the dust was raised above the sky and began to slowly land.

In the remote mountains, birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is beautiful.

Next to the clear stream, a man sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing constantly, and occasionally flashing his true energy on his body.

"call!"

The man suddenly let out a breath of white breath and then suddenly opened his eyes.

"The injury has finally healed most of the time."

The man showed joy on his face, and he felt very happy when he listened to the gurgling sound of the stream.

"A Chang, A Chang."

Suddenly, a voice came from a distance, but Yang Feng walked over with a solemn look on his face.

"Brother."

Huan Chang called out, but felt something was wrong with Yang Feng's mood.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Feng threw his prey on the ground, looking at Huan Chang, whose face was already much rosy, and his eyes couldn't help but show joy.

"A Chang, has your injuries healed?"

Huan Chang nodded slightly and said, "Although he has not fully recovered, he has been mostly recovered. It will be fine in two or three days."

Yang Feng couldn't help but look envious and said, "It's good to have true energy. If I suffer such severe internal injuries, it's a problem whether I can survive."

Huan Chang was backlash at that time and was indeed seriously injured.

After all, he barely influenced the minds of a thousand people and used power far beyond his own endurance. It was a blessing to be able to save his life.

"As long as brother practices well, he will be able to have true energy one day."

Yang Feng refused to comment, and then said with a serious expression: "I went out today and found out about something."

Seeing that Yang Feng's face was wrong, Huan Chang hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Feng took a deep breath and said, "We left Linjiazhai, the Heisha Gang has indeed retreated."

"However, after Linjiazhai was on guard for a few days and felt that there was nothing wrong, the second leader of the Heisha Gang led a group of warriors to attack Linjiazhai at night."

"The warrior first broke through the village gate, and then the brigade of Heisha Gang bandits rushed up. The Linjia Village was bleeding, and I wonder if anyone escaped."

When Huan Chang heard this, he couldn't help but stayed there and remained silent for a long time.
Chapter completed!