On the second floor of Jubaozhai, Zhao Kaipeng stabbed the air with a sword, and his heart was also slightly startled, and he raised his hand at the black-clothed man holding an oil lamp at the bottom of the stairs, and the person was holding an oil lamp in one hand and a long knife in the other, and walked down the corridor inside.

The man shook the oil lamp on the door of the first room, saw that there was a copper lock on the door, turned around and shook his head at Zhao Kaipeng, and continued to walk inside.

The door of the second room was blank and there was a crack, and it was dark inside, and there was no light at all.

With the experience of the short black cloth, the man in black was much more cautious, looking left and right while walking slowly forward.

When he walked to the door, he didn't rush to push the door, and slowly opened the door with a long knife.

Burst! With a thud, a basket of lime tumbled down from the door, and the man in black took a step back, avoiding the lime, and a slight smile appeared on his face hidden behind the black cloth.

But at this moment, blood suddenly burst out on his forehead, and a short black arrow hit his eyebrows, and the smug smile on his face instantly froze, and he tilted his head and fell back.

Zhao Kaipeng's face changed slightly, he reached out and caught the oil lamp that fell from the hand of the man in black, and glanced back at the two men in black behind him. The man gritted his teeth, stepped forward to take the oil lamp in his hand, and cautiously walked towards the room where the door had been opened.

I haven't seen anyone yet, and two people have died on my side, which also greatly reduced the morale of Zhao Kaipeng and the others. However, these people are all people who lick blood from the knife edge, although they watched their own people fall in front of them, they didn't have much sadness, but they were just a little more worried about their own lives.

The man in black walked into the house with an oil lamp, and when he came to the door, he jerked away. A short arrow shot straight at Zhao Kaipeng behind him.

Zhao Kaipeng has the strength of a second-grade little grandmaster, and he is under guard. Naturally, it was not so easy to be shot, and the long sword in his hand was raised. Just in front of the short arrow, ding! With a bang, a string of sparks sparked.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Kaipeng and the remaining man in black also rushed into the room, and the man in black who was the first to enter the room was against the wall, and he had already placed the oil lamp on a low table in the room, barely illuminating the room.

There wasn't much in the small room, except for a large bed and a desk next to the bed, there was no place to hide people at all.

"The old guy has a little grandson. The brother who was staring today was sure that neither of them had gone out, and they were definitely still in this room. Wang San, you go and search under the bed, Li Fang, you go and see if there is any secret pavilion in the room. Zhao Kaipeng commanded coldly, and he was holding a long sword and glancing around.

The two men in black answered, one walking towards the bed, the other towards the desk, both clenching their blades and guarding carefully.

The man in black kicked over the bed. There was no one under the bed, and the other walked behind the desk, but he didn't see anyone, and looked left and right into the wall.

That's when it happened. There was a sudden slight collision sound from the wall on the left, although the sound was not loud, but the few people present were all martial arts practitioners. With a keen sense of hearing, they all looked at the landscape painting at the same time.

Zhao Kaipeng glanced at the two men in black. The three of them were in a state of encirclement, and surrounded the landscape painting.

That's when it happened. On the other side of the room, two bowstrings suddenly sounded, and the man in black on the right, who was staring at the landscape painting with all his body, was hit by a short arrow in his heart and fell forward to the ground.

And Zhao Kaipeng was shocked, returned his sword, and narrowly opened a short arrow, but the back of his hand was still punctured with a bloody mark.

"Zhao Xiao'er, do you want this white jade bowl in the old man's hand?" A pair of silk cloth on the wall on the right was lifted by an old hand, revealing a dark grid, and Song Baoxuan, who came out with a smile holding a white jade bowl.

Zhao Kaipeng looked at Song Baoxuan, his face was a little gloomy, but his eyes fell on the white jade bowl in his hand, he still squeezed out a little smile, nodded and said: "I didn't expect that Song Lao's eyesight for appreciating treasures is first-class, and his ability to kill people is also first-class, I am here today for this bowl, I wonder if Song Lao can hand it over to me?" ”

Song Baoxuan looked at Zhao Kaipeng and said with a smile: "What do you think?" ”

Zhao Kaipeng shook his head with a smile, his face suddenly turned cold, and the long sword that he was carrying casually suddenly stabbed towards the landscape painting, and a sword broke through the scroll, pierced the wooden board behind the scroll, and pierced half a sword.

There was a childish exclamation from behind the scroll, but it shouldn't have been stabbed by the voice.

"So what? Did Song Lao change his mind? Zhao Kaipeng also looked at Song Baoxuan with a smile and asked.

Song Baoxuan's face changed slightly, and as soon as he raised his hand, he directly threw the white jade bowl in the direction of the door.

Zhao Kaipeng didn't expect Song Baoxuan to do this, his face changed slightly, and he drew his long sword and swept towards the white jade bowl.

After Song Baoxuan threw out the white jade bowl, as soon as he raised his hand, two silver needles shot at the black-clothed man who opened the landscape painting and held a long knife to split the wooden board, one shot at his neck, and the other shot at the back of his heart, and fell directly to the ground.

Solving the last man in black, Song Baoxuan revealed a blood-stained dagger in his hand, and rushed straight towards Zhao Kaipeng, who was grabbing the white jade bowl.

From the back door came the sound of "Enemy attack!" Zhao Kaipeng, who was holding the white jade bowl in his hand, changed his face slightly, turned to look at Song Baoxuan, who was rushing straight forward, his face turned cruel, and he stabbed out with a sword.

A silver light appeared on the silver long sword, and the dagger that Song Baoxuan poked out was directly cut in two by the sword qi, and the long sword continued to stab forward, directly stabbing into Song Baoxuan's abdomen, revealing the tip of the sword from the back.

"Grandpa!" Behind the portrait, there was a cry, heartbreaking.

Boom! With a bang, the back door window on the second floor was broken open by a sword, and a shadow wearing a ghost mask broke through the window and rushed towards Zhao Kaipeng with a sword.

There was a soft sound on the stairs, and a thin black shadow appeared in the corridor on the second floor, following behind the ghostface, rushing forward with a knife.

At the back door of Jubaozhai, Xu Mingyuan drew his sword and stepped on the edge of the water tank at the door of Bizhai, the water tank was instantly shattered, the water splashed everywhere, and he slightly slammed sideways into the window that Chu Yue had broken before.

Zhao Kaipeng looked back, his face changed, he pulled out the long sword that was stabbed in Song Baoxuan's body, and stabbed back at the sword that the ghost-faced man stabbed straight at.

With a crisp sound, Chu Yue, who was wearing a ghost mask, was invincible, and flew out to the side, crashing directly into the first room.

And Leng Ye, who followed closely behind, held the knife in both hands, jumped up and slashed down towards Zhao Kaipeng, and above the long knife, the knife qi condensed.

Zhao Kaipeng saw that the person who came was only a third-grade strength, and he was no longer flustered, he laughed wildly, and the long sword in his hand was raised, facing Leng Ye's long knife.

The swords collided, and under the front, Leng Ye was not an opponent, the long knife in his hand was directly cut off, and the person also flew out upside down, crashing into the first room like Chu Yue.

At this moment, a cyan long sword **** came, and a sword shot into Zhao Kaipeng's chest.

The smile on Zhao Kaipeng's face froze, and before he could look down at the sword stuck in his chest, another feather arrow shot and nailed him to the floor on his back.

Lying on the ground, Song Baoxuan, who had not yet lost his breath, raised his hand and interrupted half of the dagger, lightly pressed it on Zhao Kaipeng's neck, looked up slightly at the few people who walked forward quickly, and said intermittently: "Vermilion Bird Room...... Song Baoxuan, Mission...... Finish...... into ......" (To be continued.) )