Pei Yu watched a vicious wolf pounce on him in the bright light. He raised his hand and plunged his sword into its belly. He even had time to reply, "I never intended to ruin your marriage. I'll be here for your wedding day."

The wolves immediately pounced on the two men. In the darkness, one holding a sword and the other holding a knife, they fought with the wolves in the pouring rain.

Feng Yu insisted on looking for Zhou Jing'an. No one could persuade him, so they sent Ye Song, Ye Bai and several An Fengs to follow him, while Xiang Feng led people to escort Ning Xi back to Beijing.

When they arrived at the Wolf Valley, they saw Zhou Jing'an and Pei Yu fighting a life-and-death battle with the wolves. After being stunned for a moment, they quickly drew their swords and rushed forward to rescue the two.

Feng Yu saw the still agile figure in the night and breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you're still alive."

Few people pass through the Wolf Valley. There used to be many wild wolves, but many of them left because there was no food here. The remaining ones were sick and weak old wolves that could not withstand the running around. Although they traveled in groups, their fighting power was inevitably much lower.

When Feng Yu brought people to help, the group of wild wolves died or escaped, and the scene returned to peace for a while.

Zhou Jing'an had been scratched several times on his thighs and arms by wild wolves. The blood flowed down with the rain and mixed with the wolf blood on the ground.

He lowered his eyes and saw Pei Yu running to the other side of the valley. Fortunately, Zhou Jing'an had been tricked so many times and was well aware of his character in a fight. He had been on guard against him and quickly caught up with him to stop him.

Both of them had suffered a lot of injuries, and their martial arts skills were almost the same. However, compared to Zhou Jing'an who had been working hard to improve his martial arts every day in recent years, Pei Yu had been busy with calculations and planning in recent years, and it was inevitable that he had neglected his martial arts.

So after fighting with Zhou Jing'an for hundreds of rounds, Pei Yu knew clearly that he could not beat him.

Pei Yu turned his head to look at Feng Yu, then looked at Zhou Jing'an.

"You should know that I would rather die than be a prisoner."

If Zhou Jing'an wanted to capture him and bring him back to report, and make him stand on the execution platform alive and be beheaded while kneeling, he would rather die under his knife now.

"I know." Zhou Jing'an said, raising his hand and holding up the knife, "Our competition is not over yet."

Pei Yu chuckled, and the next moment he raised his sword and pointed it at Zhou Jing'an, and the two of them started fighting again.

Ye Song wanted to step forward but was stopped by Feng Yu.

"It's okay if you don't say anything."

Moreover, this was a matter between them. Feng Yu knew that Zhou Jing'an definitely didn't want their help, and he didn't need help either.

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and the two fought for hundreds of rounds. Finally, Zhou Jing'an seized his weakness and cut his arm with a knife. Pei Yu's sword also flew out and stabbed into the mud.

Zhou Jing'an took advantage of the situation and stepped forward. The next second, the knife in his hand was against Pei Yu's neck, just a hair's breadth away.

Pei Yu lowered his eyes. The blade flashing with cold light was on his neck, ready to take his life at any time.

"You lost." Zhou Jing'an said.