Hongyou, who was lying on the ground, looked at Qianjin's gaze that instantly condensed, his hand holding the long sword tightened in vain, and he quickly turned around and looked at the other side of the trail. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man on the trail rested his thumb on the blade and walked towards the two of them step by step.

Hongyou just glanced at it, and he recognized the man, who was a swordsman with the man in white in the wine shop.

The atmosphere was tense at this moment, and although the expressions of the three of them looked extremely calm, their bodies were faintly tense.

"Excellent second knife stream, if I didn't guess wrong, you are the Mo family's Zifeng." Qianjin lowered her head, and the Linjiao knife at her feet was firmly grasped by her. She hammered her stretched legs and stood up slowly, "I can't imagine a Moxia who is willing to do things for them." ”

The hand holding the knife was released, Zi Feng stood still at a distance of about twenty steps from the two, he took off the dome hat, revealing his cold and abnormal face, and looked at Qian Jin calmly, "Someone asked me to come to you to get something." ”

"What's that?" Qian Jin's eyes narrowed, and his tone instantly became ferocious and furious, "The star map is not on me, what more do you want?" ”

"Your life, a whole corpse." Zifeng spoke very slowly, and after he finished speaking, the faces of the two of them quickly became anxious. He quickly drew his sword, from static to moving, and the momentum suddenly became cold.

It was just a blink of an eye, and Hongyou, who was standing in front of Qianjin, reacted, and the long sword was sealed horizontally in front of him. Probably because of the injury in his ribs, he just saw a round of white light cut diagonally, and the wrist where he held the sword was in pain before it could gather momentum, and a blood mark cracked at his wrist in the blink of an eye, and the blood rushed wildly.

"Bang dang."

The long sword fell to the ground, and Zifeng passed by Hongyou, his left hand pressed on the second waist knife.

The lightning speed made Qianjin's eyelids jump, and she crossed the Linjiao knife with both hands and pushed forward, like extremely sharp scissors straight to the other party's throat. Suddenly, when the opponent's second waist knife was pulled out, the two Linjiao knives she crossed and pushed forward separated with a "bang", and one was pulled back and stood horizontally on her chest, making it look like she was about to cut off Zifeng's knife momentum at any time; A slash slashed at Zifeng's right shoulder.

The waist knife was pressed down and framed into a cross to block the Linjiao knife, Zifeng glanced at the other Linjiao knife in Qianjin's hand, and his arm suddenly exerted force, pushing the Linjiao knife between the two knives away, trying to distance the two.

Facing each other, the knife in his hands had no chance of turning, which would greatly reduce the flexibility of the knife in his hand, but the weapon in Qianjin's hand was very suitable for close combat.

Qian Jin saw Zifeng's intentions, her body moved, and when the distance between the two was narrowed, her right hand controlled the Linjiao Knife and swept it diagonally without hesitation.

A miserable splatter of blood.

The clothes were cut with a thud, and a long, narrow and deep wound appeared on Zifeng's chest.

It's just that in the flick of his fingers, Zifeng's body just stepped back, widening the distance between the two, he looked at the injury on his chest, and his gaze became calmer and calmer. He twisted his feet against the ground, and the knife in his right hand slowly raised.

Under the light spots between the gaps, Hongyou, who fell to the ground, gasped for breath, and the blood flowed to the ground, and the sand and gravel on the ground looked a little weird under the rendering of blood. He looked at Zifeng's knife, and the flowing light flowed little by little from the tip of the blade.

This is the real two-knife stream, the knife cooperates with the momentum of the knife person, and the victory and defeat will be divided in an instant.

Qian Jin was a little annoyed in her heart, the knife she had just now was not fatal. The distance between the two has been widened, and the waist knife in the opponent's right hand has also been raised, and this distance is almost a foregone conclusion.

"You're good." Zi Feng whispered, and while his right hand held the waist knife forward, the other knife he held in his left hand was placed extremely low.

This kind of forward attack will start immediately when the distance between the two is only a knife's length. Qian Jin knew the other party's intentions, and she stared at Zi Feng's left hand that was pressed on the waist knife, which was the most fatal secret blow.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and Qian Jin could feel the ups and downs in her chest, she quickly inhaled hard, and swung the two horned knives in her hand in a tiger stride, and the momentum of the explosion could grab the other party's life at any time.

At the distance of a knife, the sword light swirled sadly.

Hongyou on the ground let out a sharp strange scream, and it burst out with terrifying power as if returning to the light. He held the sword in his left hand and appeared between the two of them in an instant, and the long sword in his left hand slashed and slashed the narrow waist knife on Zifeng's right hand.

As soon as the empty swirling knife light was closed, a crack appeared from the middle of Hongyou's nose towards his forehead. This is the injury left by Zifeng's left waist knife, the sharp tip is fast and sharp, directly exposing the bones under Hongyou's flesh and blood.

Before he could react, the narrow knife on Zifeng's right hand was withdrawn, and in an instant, it pierced from Hongyou's right ribcage and rushed towards Qianjin behind Hongyou.

The pain of the moment made Hongyou understand the other party's intentions, he quickly raised his right hand that had been cut by the artery, grabbed Zifeng's waist knife, and dragged it outward, his eyes widened.

This is a desperate fight, and all the potential of people is also revealed at this moment.

Hot blood splashed Zifeng's body, and with the force of Hongyou's right hand, his blood seemed to be pushed out by the air flow in the blood vessels, sticky and hot splashing.

The tip of the knife finally stopped at the distance between the first half of her thumb in Qianjin's heart, her constricted pupils unfolding little by little, and her mind went blank for a while.

This stupid man is really stupid! Just like when we met.

Zifeng stared into Hongyou's eyes, his pupils narrowed little by little, he seemed to see himself in the eyes of the other party, and he was willing to sacrifice everything for a woman.

The blood-wrapped knife was drawn, and Zifeng's footsteps moved backwards, widening the distance. He didn't continue to take the posture of the future, his mood was a little complicated, and his eyelids jumped.

"Hey.. Hey..."

The black thrilling pupils flashed with a bright light, Hongyou looked at Zifeng who was retreating, he laughed weakly, holding the long sword in his left hand, and stood half-bent over. The blood in his whole body had turned him into a bloody man, and his messy hair was blown up in the summer wind, and the whole person looked extremely sad.

"Hongyou..."

Qianjin's hands were shaking, she spoke with a crying tone, and looked at the sword wound that penetrated her chest behind Hongyou in a daze, wanting to use her hand to block the sword wound that was gushing out of blood.

"You go.. You go... I can still drag some time for you... Definitely..."

Weak to some vague words were intermittently spoken by Hongyou, and he heard Qianjin's muttering, staring at Zifeng in front of him.