Due to the deaths of the previous few people, the only cronie raised his vigilance, and he held the reins, but he looked back from time to time, for fear of dying under Wu Song's flying knife.

Wu Song sneered, and with a flying knife, he struck out like a lightning speed. The man was horrified and hurriedly bent down, he touched his body, he was fine, and he had a feeling of the rest of his life. But he was not happy for long, when the carriage was crooked, and the horses in front of him seemed to be mad, and broke free from the road, and ran towards a forest path, and the man's horse was stopped by the carriage, and he leaped into the air.

Good manner, how could the horse in front of this carriage go crazy, the man finally stabilized the horse under his crotch, but he thought strangely in his mind. But this may have been the last thought of this man in the world, and the next moment, his head fell to the ground, and a fountain of blood poured out of his neck, and the headless corpse slowly fell from his horse, and the horse was frightened and fled into the forest.

Wu Song withdrew the Longquan knife and chased after Murong Yanda's carriage without looking back, and the carriage rushed to the left and again, like a drunk man in the alley. If you can see it more clearly, the horse in front of the carriage has a throwing knife stuck in its right eye, and blood is dripping all over the horse's face. Wu Song's flying knife just now did not attack that crony, but struck the horse's eye.

Murong Yanda was sitting quietly in the carriage with his eyes closed, but the carriage suddenly shook, making him almost overturn, he helped Xiao Xiaoxiao and was about to question, but as soon as he poked his head out of the window, he saw that there was no one outside the carriage, and the branches beside the path rubbed against the roof of the carriage, and many of them also touched Murong Yanda's face, and when he looked back, a man with a knife was looking at him with a sneer, and the corners of his clothes were stained with blood.

Murong Yanda's heart froze, not because the other party killed all the people around him, but because he recognized the knife, that day on the fifth floor of his bedroom, the swordsman from the Western Regions who fought with him flashed this knife, even if Murong Yanda was stupid now, he would think of his plan with Qiao Daoxuan, it was at that time that it was leaked out, new hatred and old hatred, making him clench his teeth, and the killing intent in his eyes was enough for Wu Song to die a hundred times.

Wu Song looked at Murong Yanda's vicious appearance, and scolded secretly, "I didn't even settle accounts with you, but you stared at me, I'll dig out your eyeballs and pinch them later, see if you dare to stare at me." But the carriage was rushing like crazy, and Wu Song couldn't stop it at all.

Out of the dense forest, the carriage suddenly stopped, Wu Song was wondering, Murong Yanda suddenly jumped out of the car door, looking very embarrassed, he jumped out of the carriage, rolled on the ground a few times, and almost tossed his old bones. It turned out that the left rush of the carriage just now had already woken up the unconscious Xiao Xiaoxiao, and when she woke up and saw Murong Yanda, the first thing she did was naturally to raise her sword and stab him.

Xiao Xiaoxiao jumped down from the carriage angrily, his plump breasts rose and fell violently, the blood at the corners of his mouth had just dried up, although his lips were a little white, and his hair was slightly messy, but in the midst of the amazement, he gave people a delicate beauty, and people couldn't help but step forward to protect, which Xiao Xiaoxiao usually did not show, so when Wu Song saw it, he hurriedly jumped off the horse and asked, "How are you, are you okay, do you want to take some medicine first?" ”

"I don't want you to care." Xiao Xiaoxiao didn't even glance at Wu Song, she only had the flame of revenge in her eyes, she stared at Murong Yanda who had just gotten up, and the sword in her hand was raised again, "Old thief Murong, today is your death." ”

Wu Song also looked at Murong Yanda, and found that there was a cliff behind him, the cliff side was rocky, there were only a few unknown flowers and plants, sparsely growing, no wonder the carriage would stop, it turned out that there was no way out.

Murong Yanda didn't laugh angrily, "Xiaoxiao, do you think you killed me, I'll give you another chance, come with me to Tokyo, I will give you fatherly love, let you live happily from now on, let's forget about those unhappy things, okay?" ”

Xiao Xiaoxiao's face was full of disdain, "Bah, you also deserve to say fatherly love, you are not even a man." ”

Murong Yanda seemed to have been poked in a soft hole, his face turned pale, and then he turned angry, "Xiaoxiao, you are too much." As she spoke, a dart flew towards Xiao Xiaoxiao's arm, so fast that she couldn't dodge it.

Of course, Wu Song would not allow Xiao Xiaoxiao to be hurt, he pushed her, and the Longquan knife easily defused this move. After Murong Yanda sent out this dart, he obviously regretted it a little, but after seeing that Xiao Xiaoxiao was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Xiaoxiao wanted to rush forward, but Wu Song held his slender hand and said coldly, "Let's come with me, I haven't recovered the blood debt of the dozens of brothers in Eight Immortals Town." ”

Xiao Xiaoxiao glanced back at Wu Song, she found that the perseverance in this man's eyes made her feel at ease, as if what he said would definitely come true, and her footsteps couldn't help but stop.

Wu Song held the Longquan Sword in his hand, and appeared in front of Murong Yanda like a killing god, he walked forward step by step, the distance between the two became shorter and shorter, and the secret weapon was useless at this time.

Murong Yanda didn't panic, he stretched out his hands, and there was a flying knife between his index finger and middle finger, "Boy, don't think that if I let you go that day, you will have the capital to brag, before you die, I will let you see my Murong Yanda Sunflower Finger Knife Skill." ”

"Sunflower finger knife skills, sound familiar?" Wu Song muttered a few words, and he couldn't care about the awkwardness of this kung fu anymore, because the other party had already slashed his knife with both hands and rushed up.

"Good time." Wu Song displayed the sword momentum realm of the Crazy Sword Technique, and fought with Murong Yanda. Wu Song's knife is powerful, opening and closing, faintly having everyone's demeanor, while Murong Yanda's fingertip knife is short, but it is both offensive and defensive, and every move and style shows the yin and vicious, the yin wind gusts, and the sharp blade is unpredictable. The two chess opponents, one fierce and the other ruthless, which reflects the two extremes of knife skills, and they are right for dozens of rounds in a blink of an eye. On the way, Xiao Xiaoxiao wanted to intervene, but because his kung fu was too low, he couldn't get involved in this level of struggle at all, so he could only be anxious on the sidelines.

When it came to the forty-ninth move, Wu Song's sword technique of the sword light realm was blessed, and the blade became more and more powerful, you must know that in the battle of masters, the slightest change may affect the battle situation, not to mention the crucial thing such as knife speed.

When he came out of the Wu Song Sword Light Realm, the result had already been determined. The knife came out, the knife passed, Murong Yanda was already lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, the two flying knives had already landed, he was defeated, defeated, it was death.

Murong Yanda's eyes were full of crazy looks, his gaze was sometimes excited, sometimes gloomy, and finally it seemed that he had decided something, and he was about to bite something, he wanted to take poison. But since Wu Song was poisoned by Xuanwu, where would he be fooled for the second time, he kicked Murong Yan's big teeth, and the other kicked him in the chest, and the old thief immediately coughed up a pile of blood, which was mixed with teeth and poison.

"Lord Murong, I think you should not be delusional, today you can only die in the hands of one person." He turned around and handed the Longquan knife to Xiao Xiaoxiao, "Miss Xiao, avenge your parents." ”