Leaving Tianbao Qianzhuang, Hu Jinghui did not go back to the governor's mansion directly, standing on a high roof, looking at the bright moon, blowing the cool breeze, and the melancholy welled up in his heart.

I don't know when it started, when facing Li Qingxia, he always felt bitter in his heart. He could feel some changes in Li Qingxia, especially some changes that made him angry and irritable for no reason.

However, recalling the performance of Li Qingxia softly lying in her arms, Hu Jinghui couldn't help but feel warm in his heart......

This man ......

In a trance, Hu Jinghui suddenly felt that his vest was cold, his hair stood upside down, and a shadow of death clouded his heart. With an instinctive reaction, his body twisted, and he sank violently, and the Youlan sword at his waist was unsheathed, and he raised his sword to block.

The sound of "bell" broke the silence of the night, and under the heavy blow, Hu Jinghui's body was unstable and fell to the street on one side. Under the tremendous force, the roof tiles fell to the ground and shattered.

The sword was inserted upside down, against the body, Hu Jinghui's legs were slightly bent, his eyes were full of solemnity, staring at the black-clothed man who was floating on the ground, the stainless steel treasure knife in his hand reflected the bright moonlight, so dazzling.

Hu Jinghui's hands trembled a little, and he couldn't cope with the sudden attack just now, and his arm was cut by the blade.

"Who are you?" With a cold voice, Hu Jinghui's eyes were full of jealousy.

"You're good...... There are few people in this world who can escape my secret attack! Yuan Qi's magnetic voice sounded, a little conceited, and a little pretended.

As he spoke, the blade of the knife flipped over, staring at Hu Jinghui hidden under the mask: "Let's do it......"

Clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and secretly cursed himself for being careless. Hu Jinghui's eyes were surging with murderous intent, knowing that this person was not good, and the enemy in front of him gave him great pressure, which he had only seen in his life.

didn't talk nonsense anymore, raised his sword and stabbed Yuan Qi in the throat, he wanted to strike first. Seeing this, Yuan Qi sneered twice, raised his knife to meet him, and exchanged hands with him.

The two of them went back and forth, swords and bayonets slashed, and many of the surrounding doors, windows, pillars, and tiles were destroyed. The confrontation between the two top masters caused a huge movement, which soon alarmed the people in the neighborhood.

Someone got up at night and began to look out through the window, and when they saw the confrontation between the two men in black, they all shrank back on the couch.

After more than a dozen rounds, Yuan Qi and Hu Jinghui fought fiercely, the speed became faster and faster, Yuan Qi became more and more excited, and in comparison, Hu Jinghui's pressure was a little greater. The gap between the top masters is not too big, but he was injured by Yuan Qi first, which went straight down, and he was basically pressed and beaten by Yuan Qi.

The sword roared, and the figures of the two were entangled and intertwined in the courtyard of the neighborhood, trying their best to resist Yuan Qi's attack, and Hu Jinghui calmly thought about how to get out.

After a moment's effort, the figure of the patrol soldier emerged from the corner of the street, and seeing this, Hu Jinghui was a little anxious. Yuan Qi naturally noticed it, but he didn't seem to care, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Suddenly, Hu Jinghui stabbed straight at Yuan Qi's chest, and Yuan Qi also looked at Hu Jinghui's waist and abdomen with a backhand. Suddenly, Yuan Qi's face changed, but it was Hu Jinghui's performance that he was not defensive at all, and he wanted to die with him.

Yuan Qi was sparing his life, he didn't dare to bet on whether Hu Jinghui really wanted to fight hard, he turned the steel knife sharply to block, the knife fell, and Hu Jinghui used his strength to scratch his shoulder. There was anger surging between his expressions, Yuan Qi, who already had the upper hand, was unwilling to suffer, even if he dodged in the air, his left foot also kicked Hu Jinghui's chest.

Taking the opportunity to get out of the fierce battle, Hu Jinghui suppressed the sweetness in his throat, jumped into the room, and hid into the darkness without "nostalgia".

"Sect Master!" Two minions of the Iron Hand appeared: "Do you want to follow that man?" ”

"No, wounded tiger, more dangerous. At this time, don't lose your life! Yuan Qi shook his head.

Yuan Qi put away his sword, and did not mean to follow up the entanglement, glanced at the sword wound on his left shoulder, and his eyes were cold: "What a 'pit viper', but I underestimated him......"

Looking at the approaching city patrol soldiers, he waved his hand: "Let's go!" ”

There was another burst of chickens and dogs, and the fierce battle between the two black-clothed gangsters destroyed the people's houses, causing a commotion and pursuit, and the officers and soldiers were quickly freed without even getting a single hair.

In the secret place of the Iron Hand Regiment, a subordinate carefully handled the sword wound on Yuan Qi's shoulder, only the skin was injured, the wound was very small, and there was not much blood.

"Sect Master!" Long Feng and Xiangjun came together, and when they saw this, they were a little surprised.

"That person, really extraordinary......" Yuan Qi muttered lightly.

"That killer is really so powerful that he can hurt you?" Xiangjun still had an expression of disbelief.

Snorting twice, Yuan Qi said coldly: "It's me who is careless, a top master is desperate, but he can't be underestimated." ”

"How's your injury?" Long Feng asked with concern.

"No problem!" Yuan Qi waved his hand: "I, Yuan Qi, am not a person who suffers, that pit viper, I don't know how many mouthfuls of blood he spit out......"

With a different meaning in his eyes, Yuan Qi turned to the direction of the Governor's Mansion: "Although I couldn't kill him, but this person was seriously injured, and Yuan Hui ...... there."

Hu Jinghui, on his side, suppressed his injuries, approached the Governor's Mansion, paid attention to the surroundings, and saw that there was indeed no one who was following, holding his chest, and spitting out a mouthful of blood at a bush.

His eyes were cold, his expression was cold, recalling Fang Cai's fierce fight, and the corners of his mouth showed a little ugly smile, I don't know how many years, he hadn't been so seriously injured.

I vomited blood and felt better, but the pain in my chest was still hot, and I felt it very clearly.

"Iron Hand Regiment, there is such a powerful character!" Hu Jinghui's eyes showed a hint of worry: "Alain......"

Driven by the injured body, he sneaked back to the governor's mansion, secretly returned to his room, and changed into a pit viper costume. The knife wound on his right arm was not serious, but when he fought with Yuan Qi with a sword, he shed a lot of blood, and the muscles around the wound were a little white.

In the middle of the night, it can only be treated with simple dressing. Sitting on the couch, luck, conditioning the inside, Yuan Qi's kick, although he had precautions, but under the hard food, he still couldn't hold on.

Touching his aching chest, Hu Jinghui's face was very ugly.

At this time, the Governor's Mansion was very quiet, and suddenly, there was a gong sound from the East Garden, and someone shouted: "It's on fire!" ”

Hu Jinghui's face changed slightly, he took a few steps to stay, and looked in the direction of Dongyuan, near Fang Qian's residence, the flames were rising, and the flames were soaring into the sky, and he could feel a chaotic scene.

I didn't care much, so I hurriedly put on my clothes and armor, and went to Dongyuan, checked the scene, and arranged for someone to put out the fire.

Walking out of the main hall, Di Renjie rushed to the East Garden, and saw that under the arrangement of Hu Jinghui and Li Yuanfang, the fire had slowly weakened, and he stepped forward to ask what was going on.

"My lord, there is a fire in Dongyuan, and the last general is leading the guards to extinguish it!" Hu Jinghui said.

"Are there any casualties?"

"It was discovered early, only some houses were damaged, and no one was killed or injured!"

"That's good!" Di Renjie nodded and looked at Hu Jinghui's face: "Jinghui, what's wrong with you, your complexion doesn't seem to be very good?" ”