"Thieves are so daring!"

With a thunderous roar, Yan Ming threw a large plate axe in his hand, cutting off one of the assassins at the waist and speeding over. Because it was a micro-service trip, and he was just inspecting the porridge shed, Liu Feng did not let Yan Ming follow him, after all, Yan Ming's appearance was a little sorry for the audience, so he led a few people to follow more than ten steps away, and Hao Yong took another group of guards to follow at a distance of more than 100 steps, and inspected the terrain left and right to hold the main road. The incident happened suddenly, and there was no one around Liu Feng for a while.

In a hurry, Liu Feng decisively threw down the small crossbow, took advantage of the gap to look carefully, and the people who were waiting for the porridge to flee for their lives in shock, and there were as many as fifteen or sixteen assassins on the left and right, all of which were revealed. Liu Fengji's short blade was handed over to his left hand, "sonorous" blocked two attacks, flew up and kicked an assassin away, his right hand slid down, grabbed the sword at his waist, pulled up his left hand to cut the lanyard, and used the sword as a whip, "snapped" and knocked over an assassin who rushed up, and the scabbard also flew out at this time, a dazzling eye, it was the Zhanlu sword given by He Jin that day, the silver snake was flying, and he was unprepared for a while, and three assassins who rushed up were picked open throats, staggered two steps forward, and fell down.

A white-haired old man's iron rod was delivered quickly to Liu Feng's chest. Liu Feng's pupils were wide open, and the horizontal sword was lightly picked, only to feel that the iron rod was sinking a thousand times, and the left side was raised, and it was opened, but the tiger's mouth was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

Humanity is dressed in a different phase, and there must be a different material. This old man has white hair, a thin face, and a short body, and he can't imagine that he has such ability!

"Liu Feng Xiao'er, brutalize Zhongliang, my iron spine came to avenge Lord Wang Kuang, and swear to take your life!" The old man's eyes widened, he roared angrily, and the iron rod in his hand swished a few times, and then handed it back to Liu Cover.

"The old ghost dares to hurt my master!" A big plate axe cut down in the air, cutting off the old man's momentum, Yan Ming had already led people to rush in, he was tall, and Liu Feng was behind him, holding the axe in both hands, and the tiger roared and flew up and down, immediately forcing the old man away.

"Yan Ming be careful!" Liu Feng didn't have time to take a closer look, the horizontal sword picked up a silver hook, took the next move for Yan Ming, and flew up with the blade in his left hand, which was already inserted into the throat of the hooker. 3And when he lifted up his eyes, one of the people who were running in all directions flew an arrow, and cried out in astonishment, and rushed two steps, and raised his sword to slash down.

At this time.

The old man with the iron rod showed a fierce look in his eyes, and he also snorted coldly: "The kid is looking for death!" "He has a lot of strength, not less than Yan Ming, the spine staff is even more proficient and spicy, Yan Ming is anxious Liu Feng, and he has already seen that this old man is the leader of this line of assassins, although he is under siege, he will not block, he will attack with all his strength, and in an instant, he has been injured in many places on his body, especially he is still fighting to the death.

Liu Feng reminded him, but it was too late. The long sword froze, and the fire overflowed with a "click", and the tip of the three-inch-long iron rod was cut to the ground, but the sword momentum was also slowed down, and it could no longer be handed out, but it was the iron rod of the old man who flew to the iron rod and blocked Liu Feng's rescue move. The feather arrow flew in, and with a "poof" sound, it was inserted into Yan Ming's chest, and it actually pierced out of his back. Yan Ming's body was stunned, his feet staggered, the axe was sluggish, and his pupils were dilated for a while.

"Little thief, the old man will die with you!" The old man's eyes were red, the staff was there, the staff was dead, the iron rod was cut off for Liu Feng, and the old man also fell into a frenzy, laughed fiercely, put aside the banquet, and went straight to Liu Feng.

There were two groups of swords on the left and right, and the two sword-wielding assassins quickly killed the guards brought by Yan Ming, enveloping Liu in light and shadow.

"Rest hurting my lord!" Yan Ming's pupils shrank, and he roared sadly, his stiff body rushed forward, stopped the old man with an iron rod, and the flying axe swept and came out of his hand. With a "poof", the stump pierced the rod from the lower abdomen and pierced through the back.

The old man with the iron rod was blocked by Yan Ming, his eyes were unwilling to chase Liu Feng, and his hands were stirred, crushing Yan Ming's internal organs, but before he could see where Liu Feng was, his neck was cold, his hands suddenly stopped, the world rolled dizzy for a while, and only two bodies, one tall and one short, stood on the spot, stiff and motionless.

If you talk about swordsmanship, who in the world is as good as Wang Yue? Liu Feng didn't have Wang Yue's true biography, but with five points of ability, he was enough to run rampant in the world. Although the two groups of swords are gorgeous, Liu Feng picks them up left and right, and bounces them off, where Yan Ming is, he doesn't look at him again, his eyes are cracked, "snort" twice, he cut off the arms of one person on the left, makes a human stick, turns around and sweeps it, and meets the one on the right, the corner of his mouth slides a wisp of bright red, and he sneers hideously.

The swordsman on the right was frightened, and the sword in his hand could no longer be used, his eyes were wide open, and he watched a bright light fly in from the center of his eyebrows, and the world fell into darkness, and he froze for a moment, and fell to the ground with a bang.

In a scuffle, the guards brought by Yan Ming were all dead and wounded, and most of them were killed by arrows! Two women, one man and three assassins, surrounded Liu Feng again, and behind, two archers were revealed in the empty porridge shed, and an old man in ragged clothes and sloppy appearance held a short stick in his hand, and with a few strokes, he knocked down two assassins who were also in ragged clothes, and forced the two archers to laugh strangely:

"The little thief is so rude, it's just that my old man is a vegetarian!"

This person is the old man Zuo Ci, and I don't know where he came from. Liu Feng's heart was relieved, and he looked at the three people in front of him coldly, standing with his feet in a t-shape, letting the Zhanlu sword in his hand drop, drop, drop, and a little bit of residual blood reflected the sun and gold smoothly fell to the ground, slowly dipping into the mud.

Behind, Hao Yong's personal guards opened their bows and crossbows, pointing at the three of them.

"Catch alive! Don't run away with thieves! Sima Lang got up from the ground, disgraced, but did not forget to remind loudly. No one knew how he had escaped, but he was just squeezed to the ground, but no one paid attention to him, his head was tilted to one side, and a large hole had been made in his forehead, and his face was covered in blood.

Hao Yong glanced at Yan Ming, who was still standing, gritted his teeth, and held a war knife to protect Liu Feng's side.

The two archers were also full of bows, pointing at Liu Feng from afar, but they didn't dare to open the strings, nor did they look at the old man Zuo Ci who was approaching.

"If you want to die, hurry up, the old man is here!" The old man Zuo Ci pursed his lips and walked up, and the wooden stick in his hand knocked inadvertently on the head of a bowman, and shook his head, this person was actually dead. The archer immediately fell to the ground, and pulled the other person down together, but the two long arrows that flew out of their hands were caught in the hands of the old man Zuo Ci.

Hao Yong was slightly stunned, looking at the two women and a man in front of him who were also standing still, and was about to step forward, Liu Feng raised his sword to stop him, and said in a deep voice: "Shoot them!" ”

The man's eyes moved slightly, and more than a dozen arrows pierced through his chest, and he convulsed for a while, but without making a sound, he fell to the ground. Hao Yong gasped, and cold sweat dripped. Those two women have long since died, but there is still a man who pretends to be dead, waiting for others to take the bait, such a scheming!

A guard ran over and picked up the small crossbow that Liu Feng had dropped, the blade thrown out and the Zhanlu scabbard, but Liu Feng handed him the Zhanlu sword in his hand and walked towards the stiff Yanming.

Seeing that the battle situation was decided, Sima Lang breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and walked over to Liu Feng with a limp, but Liu Feng didn't look at him. In the distance, the frightened people were lying on the ground, only to see blood flying, but no one dared to watch the excitement here.

Yan Ming's eyes widened, his hair rushed to the crown, he froze still, as if he hadn't noticed Liu Feng's arrival, he stared at the headless corpse in front of him, under his body, the blood was still dripping, and a long stream rushed out of the ground, far away.

Gently pushed the headless corpse away, helped Yan Ming to lie down slowly, and reached out to hold the iron rod that was still inserted in his lower abdomen, Yan Ming's eyes moved slightly, and he still didn't close it. Liu Feng's nose was sour, he couldn't bear to pull out the iron rod, he didn't turn his face, he didn't dare to look at Yan Ming, gritted his teeth, and said softly: "Yan Ming, don't worry, your family's hatred, I will definitely avenge you, no matter the desert north and the sand, the ends of the world, I, I will never let go of that beast!" ”

A wisp of crimson oozed from between Liu Feng's teeth, thick, hot, sour, fishy, Liu Feng's throat stirred, and he swallowed it fiercely.

In a trance, the corners of Yan Ming's mouth seemed to crack slightly, his stiff face slowly relaxed, and his rapidly gathered pupils slowly spread, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, which were as clear and clean as the blue sky and white clouds, and there was an indescribable stretch.

For two years, this originally honest and simple Beimangshan Orion has never had a hearty laugh, he can even not say a word for a few days and half a month, just rub his Xuanhua big axe, both hands big plate axe over and over again, wipe it clean, bright and bright, just waiting for the day of avenging his parents, wife and children, but finally he didn't wait, he died in his office!

Hao Yong gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and whispered to the guards beside him: "Take them all in, take a closer look at what you find!" ”

The left and right leaders were ordered to retreat, leaving only a few people to guard with Hao Yong on the side. The old man Zuo Ci was excited, shook his head, flashed away again, and soon disappeared from his shadow. Hao Yong and the other guards were familiar with the old man Zuo Ci, and knew that he had always shown his head and tail, and when he saw Liu Feng kneeling beside Yan Ming with his head down, he didn't come to remind him.

Sima Lang staggered a few steps, and knelt down in front of Liu Cover with a plop: "Sima Lang is incompetent, he actually let the thieves blend in with the refugees, please punish the son!" ”

Liu Feng held the deadly long arrow in Yan Ming's chest with his hand, twisted it with a "click", and put it aside, without raising his head, as if he hadn't heard Sima Lang's words. The two guards had already carried a pair of door panels, gently lifted Yan Ming up, turned sideways, Liu Feng reached out and searched carefully behind Yan Ming, found the arrow, and slowly pulled it out.

"Put away all the brethren, and don't let the sun shine." Liu Feng said bitterly, his blood-covered hands slowly took off the robe on his body, gently covered Yan Ming's face, and stood up.

Sima Lang's face was painful, and he knelt on the ground, his forehead was dripping with blood and hot sweat, and he didn't dare to wipe half of his face red.

Liu Feng carried the corner of the door panel with one hand, and the other three guards lifted Yan Ming up, glanced at Sima Lang, and said indifferently: "I didn't say that you did it, why are you so nervous?" ”

Sima Lang thundered, froze in shock, and knocked his head on the ground in a hurry: "Lang has the trust of the son, please punish the son heavily!" ”

Liu Feng had already walked away.