Now that dozens of soldiers were killed and wounded, in the blink of an eye, only Ruipeng was left, he squinted slightly, sneered and said: "Lord Xiao Tang, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your martial arts have improved again." ”

Tang Yinzhong had no intention of dealing with him too much, now that he had solved the subordinates he brought, he would kill Ruipeng in one go, and go to Bao'er and the eldest brother as soon as possible.

Thinking like this, Tang Yinzhong snorted coldly, picked up his sword and took the initiative to stab towards Ruipeng.

Rui Peng turned to one side, and the blade of the sword whistled past his ear, bringing a breeze with it.

Seeing that Tang Yinzhong did not eat the etiquette, Ruipeng was no longer polite to him, stood firm on his hind legs in half a step, pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and flipped it under the moonlight like a silver ribbon.

Tang Yinzhong had already turned around when Ruipeng drew his sword, and re-aimed his sword at Ruipeng's direction.

Haste makes waste.

The more you rush to achieve a quick victory, the more flawed the moves you will make.

People who practice martial arts are all familiar with this truth, but obviously Tang Yinzhong at this moment has already been carried away by the safety of Bao'er and his party in the distance, and he uses brute force regardless of trying to solve Ruipeng, an insignificant small role in his eyes, within three moves.

Ruipeng, who had seen through Tang Yinzhong's thoughts, seemed much calmer, and in the face of Tang Yinzhong's successive attacks, he just moved his heels, stabilized his body, and let the opponent's sword approach step by step.

When the tip of the sword was less than an arm's length from the center of his eyebrows, Rui Peng's right hand was raised, and the software was like a long whip, entangled with the long sword that Tang Yinzhong stabbed over.

Like a nimble silver snake's soft sword, wrapped around the opponent's hard black iron sword, the soft sword was tightly fixed as soon as it was slightly withdrawn.

Tang Yinzhong was trapped in his hands and feet, and he wanted to withdraw the sword in his hand in a fit of anger, but the blades met and made a piercing sound, but the sword in his hand became tighter and tighter.

He was furious and looked up sharply, but met Ruipeng's calm and mocking gaze.

Like a basin of ice water poured on his head, Tang Yinzhong was excited, and when he took a breath of cold air, he realized his previous stupidity, and the strength in his hand also relaxed.

The sudden change in the opponent Rui Peng saw it in his eyes, but his heart beat a drum.

This time, it was his distraction.

Seeing that Tang Yinzhong was slow to exert his strength, Ruipeng finally became anxious, and the arm holding the software pulled back hard, wanting to directly surrender the opponent's weapon.

Unexpectedly, Tang Yinzhong saw the right time, let go, and took the initiative to abandon the Xuantie Sword in his hand.

Ruipeng was unexpected, and his body, which was exerting all his strength backwards, suddenly lost its center of gravity at this time, and fell backwards fiercely.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and as his body fell, he struck the ground with his body, and straightened up again with the help of the momentum.

However, when he turned his head, he saw that Tang Yinzhong had come closer, and the short blade in his hand was tightly attached to his neck, and a chill came from the blade.

The corners of Ruipeng's mouth twitched, and he barely showed an ugly smile and stared at Tang Yinzhong.

Tang Yinzhong's wrist was slightly forced, and the blade pierced Ruipeng's flesh for a few points, and a stinging pain spread all over his body, so startled that he hurriedly threw down the soft sword in his hand, and begged Tang Yinzhong for mercy again and again with a pale face.

On the other side, Zuo Qiyang was careless because he took Bao'er, and actually let Xing Fu kick him in the face and kick off the horse in embarrassment.

After regaining his footing, Zuo Qiyang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, sneered twice, but looked at Xing Fudao with an unusually cold look: "Originally, I respected you for being sincere to your master, you are a man, I don't want to be your enemy, you want to find the door yourself, and kick me in the face...... Then don't blame me for being unkind. ”

A white-faced scholar like Zuo Qiyang does not forget the importance of his face in the fight, this logic is really incomprehensible to a rough man like Xing Fu, he stood next to Bao'er's horse, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Zuo Qiyang didn't care what Xing Fu thought at all, he tightened the Longquan sword in his hand, squatted down, held the sword in one hand across his chest, and raised it forward with the other, making a posture to meet the enemy.

Xing Fu sneered in his heart: If you want to fight, you can fight, what posture do you want to pose, such a person acts so exaggerated and pretentious, and generally has no real ability, how to achieve his current position is really doubtful.

Thinking of this, Xing Fu couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust, smacked his tongue, and pulled out the ancient ingot knife behind him with his backhand, and the pine lines on the knife loomed in the moonlight.

Xing Fu's foot kung fu believes that there is no mortal in the world who can compare with him, so he does more reconnaissance and tracking work, but he is not willing to confront people too much.

But once encountered, the first to strike must be yourself.

The blade was unsheathed, and when the hand qi knife fell, the person had already come to Zuo Qiyang.

Xing Fu's speed, if he were someone else, he was afraid that he would already be in a different place at this time.

But in the face of Zuo Qiyang, he was one step slower after all.

Xing Fu's knife slashed down, but Zuo Qiyang, who thought he would cut off his shoulder, disappeared from sight, and when he looked closely, the other party's Longquan sword was already on his shoulder.

Zuo Qiyang played with the hilt of the sword in his hand, looked at Xing Fu with a little provocation, and was about to speak, but the sword body was knocked down by the dagger thrown from a distance, he turned his head a little angrily and looked in the direction where the dagger came from, and his eyes were on Tang Yinbrown, who was slowly walking towards this side.

"Tang Shaoxia!" Zuo Qiyang raised his eyebrows and shouted, his tone was full of mockery, seeing Tang Yin's brown eyes and cold light leaning over step by step, he simply threw away the Longquan Sword in his hand, and said with a rogue look: "I can't beat you anyway, I surrender." ”

Tang Yinbrown frowned when he saw this.

Zuo Qiyang wants to be scheming, but now what kind of conspiracy is he making.

Just as he was thinking, Zuo Qiyang almost invisibly glanced at one of his subordinates behind Tang Yinhao, and that person flew desperately and rushed towards Bao'er.

Bao'er screamed, lifted the short knife and stabbed at the comer, who was hit by Bao'er's blade in the chest, and fell to the ground with a scream.

This shout alarmed Tang Yinzhong in the distance.

Tang Yinzhong, who had originally controlled Ruipeng, looked in the direction of Bao'er with worried eyes when he heard this, and the sword in his hand also deviated from its original position.

It was only a fraction of a second, but Ruipeng firmly grasped the rare opportunity that Lord Zuo had created for himself, turned his body in the opposite direction of the Xuantie Sword, snatched the sword from Tang Yinzhong's hand with his backhand, and stabbed towards Tang Yinzhong's chest without a trace of hesitation.

Crimson blood gushed out from Tang Yinzhong's chest, and Ah Zi was stunned, only to feel that his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

"Quick...... Escape ......"

Tang Yinzhong barely shouted these two words with a mouth full of blood, stared at Ah Zi's direction, and fell down.