The yellow sand was long, and a figure was standing on the sand dune, looking at the approaching figure in the distance, and the originally silent face showed a cold smile. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This man was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a large earring in his right ear, a thin face, forty or fifty years old, and his eyes were as fierce as a poisonous snake. He also held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, which was opening to shade the sun in the sky.

Kim Fuji!

Jin Buer looked at the approaching figure in front of him and sneered in his heart, and when the figure gradually approached, Jin Buer's originally smiling face suddenly flashed a trace of doubt, only to see this approaching person, riding on a good horse with an official seal, wearing an official uniform, looking at the official clothes of the six doors of the official clothes. There was a standard saber of six doors hanging from his waist, but strangely, although this man was wearing a silver-clothed official uniform. But he had a masked scarf on his face, and he couldn't see him at all, except for a pair of eyes.

Although it was strange, Jin Fuji didn't have time to think about it at this time, the person in the fast trapping costume had already arrived not far from him, and rushed straight towards him, without slowing down at all.

"My lord, there's a lot of quicksand here!" Jin Fuji looked at the silver-clothed catcher who was gradually approaching, as if he really cared about the safety of the silver-clothed catcher, and reminded: "It's going to be dangerous to walk outside, go back to the inn quickly!" ”

But it's a pity that the person really didn't mean to stop at all, but instead twitched twice to make the frightened good horse run faster, and rushed out, with a posture of not swearing to stop if he didn't knock Jin Fuji to death.

Jin Fuji saw him rushing towards him on his horse, and he sneered in his heart. Standing in place but not moving, the straight horse was less than half a meter away from Jin Fuji, and even the eyes of the person riding the horse were interesting and wondering, could it really knock Jin Fuji to death!

At this moment, I saw that the smile on Jin Fuji's face was getting colder, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

The man on the horse showed such an expression when he saw Jin Fuji. I knew in my heart that it wasn't that simple, and before I had time to think about it, I saw Jin Fuji fly up and hit the head of the horse with a good horse under his crotch.

Due to inertia, the silver coat riding on the horse catches fast, and the body will involuntarily fly forward.

At this time, the smile on Jin Fuji's face was even worse, and with the force of the kick on the horse's head, he turned over and kicked directly to the heart of the silver-clothed catcher, if he was really kicked by a kick, the silver-clothed catcher would lose half his life even if he didn't die.

"Not good!!" At this moment, Jin Buji suddenly saw a flash of white light, and he was taken aback in his heart, and hurriedly withdrew the leg that he kicked out, but because he was in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow strength, although the leg was forcibly retracted, he did fall to the ground in embarrassment and rolled twice before standing up.

At this time, a swallow in silver clothes turned over and stood firmly on the ground, but it was indeed a pity that the good horse was kicked in the head by Jin Fuji, and fell to the sand after only two struggles, and was already dead.

"My lord, what a fast knife!" Jin Fuji, who stood up again, stared at the knife that had been unsheathed and said coldly

It turned out that just now, when Jin Buji wanted to take the life of this silver-clothed catcher with one kick, the silver-clothed catcher quickly pulled out the saber on his waist unhurriedly, turned into a cold light and slashed towards Jin Fuji, if it wasn't for Jin Buer's timely withdrawal, he dodged in that embarrassed posture, I am afraid that the entire leg has been cut off.

"It's not that I haven't been able to remove it. If it's with a sword ... The silver-clothed catcher thought to himself: "But my knife is not so easy to take!" Thinking about the silver coat, his eyes involuntarily looked towards Jin Fuji's left leg.

However, Jin Fuji stood motionless, and the man couldn't see anything in Jin Fuji. Then he didn't care about him anymore, and slashed at Jin Fuji with his saber raised. At this time, if someone who is familiar with Tian Boguang sees this silver-clothed knife technique, they will find that this knife technique is three points similar to Tian Boguang's knife technique.

Jin Buji saw that the catcher was attacking him again, his pupils shrank suddenly, but his face was silent.

"Good time!" only heard Jin Buji's short drink, his feet were mixed with gusts of wind, and he did not back down and met the silver-clothed saber. However, in the eyes of the silver coat, Jin Fuji's left leg was obviously a point slower than just now.

In his heart, he must have been, "He's really hurt!" The saber in his hand also sped up by two points.

"Flying sand and rocks!!"

"Deadly Serial Kicks!!"

After the two fought for more than a dozen moves, they separated again with a misposition. At this time, Jin Fuji's figure was obviously more embarrassed, and the top of his shirt had been scratched a lot by the silver-clothed saber.

The silver clothes are not messy, but there is a clear shoe print on the forearm.

"It's such a fast knife, but it's a pity that it's not your own martial arts!" Jin Fuji is also worthy of being a master who has survived for so many years in the rivers and lakes, and he has already seen through the key after a fight!

"You're not Zhu San! Who are you? Jin Fuji's eyes looked cold and looked like the silver-clothed catcher and shouted, "Could it be that guy he betrayed us?" No way... Analyzing the situation in front of him with doubts in his heart, Jin Buer's eyes did not leave the silver-clothed figure. lest you be distracted and caught by it.