As Song Yehu's voice fell, he stood up.

"Squeak"!

A short but very shrill voice sounded, and Song Yehu's upper body did not move at all, but he took a step forward under his feet.

Pei Feng relied on the keen intuition accumulated in the previous life, and quickly saw the clue, the sound just now was the effect of Song Yehu's cloth shoes rubbing against the ground.

Pei Feng's heartbeat accelerated sharply!

The heat of his whole body rushed to his hands and feet.

At this moment, he also glanced at the soles of Song Yehu's feet, the stone slab around the tree had been destroyed into powder by Song Yehu's heels, forming two dirt pits!

What does this mean, Pei Feng only had a wry smile left in his heart.

He thought that Song Yehu, as Song Minyun's elder brother, would be fierce, but he didn't expect it to be so fierce.

He thought about following Song Yehu, a big man, to come out, it would be a good thing, but he didn't expect it to be a bad thing related to his life and death.

Without waiting for Pei Feng to react, Song Yehu relied on the majestic accumulation of the soles of his feet, like an arrow without warning, bursting out, and his elbow rushed straight at the opponent!

Pei Feng was fortunately prescient, and he had an extra sharp dagger in his hand.

Then, he tried his best to put on a defensive posture, but at the same time, he used the palm turning kung fu in the Bagua Gate, with the footwork of flowing clouds, twisting like a dragon's body, and the flank attack style, in an instant, he was like a python swimming, thrillingly avoiding Song Yehu's fierce blow, and in his heart, the eight winds did not move, and in his hands, he chased the wind and the moon, and bullied the past, and naturally pierced the dagger to Song Yehu's waist ribs!

Song Yehu, who pulled away from the stance, missed a blow, but the pine tree behind Pei Feng was shattered and swayed, but it only lightly touched the bark of the tree, and did not really tie his elbow to it.

Then, Song Yehu let Pei Feng's flank guerrilla attack, and let Pei Feng pierce his waist ribs with a dagger, but at this moment, he coldly kicked a tricky kick that was no higher than his knees, hit Pei Feng's calf, and kicked Pei Feng's body forward and hung in the air!

Homeopathic!

Pei Feng landed with his backhand and stabbed the dagger on Song Yehu's body.

Song Yehu retreated sharply, 'poof', he didn't dodge, but he didn't hurt his liver, but in a moment, Pei Feng clenched the dagger, his wrist was horizontal, and the blade directly opened his flesh skin, making his waist and ribs suddenly open and blood flowing!

Song Yehu flicked his arm in pain, swept Pei Feng, swept him towards a tree with a thick bowl mouth, and crashed into it!

Without waiting for Pei Feng to have a chance to catch his breath, Song Yehu took a side step, one hand was as fast as lightning, choked Pei Feng's neck, and directly nailed the seventeen-year-old boy with a dagger in his hand and a very hideous face to the tree!

The next moment, Pei Feng was not stupid enough to raise his arm and fall with a knife, but in the end, he ended up being deprived of one arm by Song Yehu, but made a soft move, his right hand was like a thin snake that quietly came out of the hole, but it was gloomy and fast, holding the dagger, and once again pierced Song Yehu's upper body.

Song Yehu, who had reached the realm above the dark energy, realized Pei Feng's behavior, snorted coldly in his heart, and almost at the same time that the dagger stabbed at him, he slammed the hand that choked Pei Feng's neck, like holding a dumpling noodle, and held Pei Feng's neck more than once.

Pei Feng rolled his eyes when he was pinched, and he was about to suffocate to death.

The hand in which he gripped the dagger, his strength draining rapidly.

In less than half a second, he has lost all opportunities and initiatives.

At this moment, Pei Feng struggled or struggled, but it didn't do anything, like a fish that was about to die, and there was a burst of black and white in front of him......

As Song Yehu's hand increased, his angry-eyed King Kong-like face was also revealed, hideous and terrifying, full of anger, glaring at Pei Feng and saying word by word: "If you want to blame it, blame your bad life, before you turn into a butterfly, you have disrupted more than one person's plan, damn it!" ”

"Huh!" At this moment, a voice came from behind Song Yehu.

"Not good!" When Song Yehu heard this voice, his face immediately turned blue, and before he could turn around, he turned to one side, but in the end he still didn't dodge, and with a "poof", an arrow pierced his back directly.

At this moment, Pei Feng, who was dying and struggling, suddenly raised his hand and slashed the dagger towards Song Yehu.

The blade passed, and the blood flowed everywhere, but the location was not the major artery of the neck that Pei Feng judged from the figure, but the face, the face of Song Yehu!

As Song Yehu hunched his waist and covered his face into the woods, and fled in the wilderness, Pei Feng also landed on his feet, bent over and coughed violently over his mouth, which can be regarded as surviving this catastrophe and surviving this life-and-death battle without a few moves!

At that stroke just now, Pei Feng's mind was not yet awake, his brain was in a state of chaos, and the reason why he fought back was completely out of instinct and out of his desire for life.

After a while, a figure rushed in the distance.

Pei Feng suddenly bounced up from the ground like a cheetah, held the dagger in his hand, and faced the comer with an attacking posture, and at the same time shook his head vigorously, so that he could no longer see things.

"Don't panic, I'm my sister!"

Hearing this voice, Pei Feng's nervous state of mind was immediately slightly relieved.

At this time, he also saw the figure of the other party clearly, it was a woman holding a traditional bow, Xu Muning!

……

……

Half an hour later, Xu Muning was at home.

Pei Feng was treating her calf in the bedroom expressionlessly, and Zuo Zhi was watching from the side, she could see that the current Pei Feng was full of resentment.

Anyone who almost lost his life in such a thing would be full of resentment.

Now there is a very intuitive question, why did Song Yehu kill Pei Feng, this alone made Pei Feng annoyed.

Pei Feng was strangled by Song Yehu's neck with too much force, and in the middle of the night, his eyes were still red and red, as if his eyeballs contained blood clots. (The author has seen people who have attempted suicide by hanging, with eyes like rubies and scarlet and scary, so he is not writing nonsense.) ）

Pei Feng was lying on the bed, Xu Muning carefully did eye acupuncture for him, and said softly: "I have also learned a little about your affairs recently, it is indeed a little complicated, Song Minyun wants to annex the Pei Group, it is not her original intention, someone is manipulating her, and this Song Yehu who wants to kill you today may also be driven by this person." ”

"Who the hell is it?" Pei Feng's anger had already subsided by more than half, he regained his composure, and said to himself with squinted eyes.

"As far as I know, your grandfather's family history is actually not clean, and he has offended many people over the years because of real estate and other businesses. The person who wants to go to great lengths to annex the Pei Group must be standing in the ranks of your grandfather's enemies. ”

"Xiaofeng, you are now seventeen years old, and your vision of the world may be simpler, but in fact, this world is not as simple as you think, the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop, there are rivers and lakes, black eats black, officials raise bandits, and one force and another force fight each other, and most of them are ruthless, killing people without blood."

"As for the status of martial artists in this world, some are powerful lords, but they are a minority, and more are like Song Yehu, who are willing to be other people's knives and work hard for others, not to mention that this is an insult to the integrity of martial artists, this is nothing to do, most of the martial arts practitioners do not have the brains to control people. Such a rule of survival has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow during the Republic of China, and some national art masters sometimes have to condescend to others, let people shelter, and do things that they shouldn't and don't want to do. ”

This book is derived from Kanshu.com