The conversation between Song Qingfeng and Peng Jingrong was sent to Liu Ziguang's keen ears by the north wind, and endless hatred surged up, originally saving them was to prevent these people from dying at the hands of Hualong and the officers and soldiers, and now the opportunity to take revenge in person has finally come.

There is no one who can personally avenge the killing, Liu Ziguang is the first.

Song Qingfeng thought that the fierce guy had died at the gate of the city, but at this moment, when he saw the iron-masked warrior reappearing, he couldn't help but be a little panicked. "Don't worry, I don't mean to hurt your young lady, I just don't let her commit suicide, with the martial arts of Zunjia, as long as you surrender to the Qing Kingdom, I will protect you and you have a future for a thousand households."

Liu Ziguang sneered: "I'm a slave, I don't dare to expect to be a thousand households, but I have a little old account with Song Shaoxia and the guards, so I have to settle it." As he spoke, he lifted the iron mask, "Don't you have to pay for your life when you kill?" ”

Yingting's face, his eyes that have become deep and melancholy because he has carried too much hatred, who else can he be if he is not Liu Ziguang!

Everyone was shocked, what the hell did they see, didn't they trample Liu Ziguang to death last night, and threw the corpse into the sinkhole, how could they come back to life overnight and become so powerful. ”

In the end, Song Qingfeng's brain turned fast, this person could never be Liu Ziguang, and such a serious injury Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him, this person should be Liu Ziguang's twin brother, and he didn't witness the scene of killing Liu Ziguang last night, with his skills, there is no reason not to see it.

Having made up his mind, Song Qingfeng smiled and quietly gestured, suggesting that everyone would join him in trouble. He snorted and said, "I think it must be a misunderstanding, I'll show you something and you'll understand." As he spoke, he calmly took out something from his arms, shook his hand and threw it at Liu Ziguang.

It is a flying knife with poison, although the Wudang faction is not good at hidden weapons, but when Song Qingfeng was training in the military aircraft department, he specially learned flying knives, and studied under the world's first master Xiao Li Flying Knife, the apprentice taught by Xiao Li Flying Knife, who is known as the strength of Xiao Li Flying Knife, and the flying knife thrown out and other idlers couldn't hide at all, and the guards saw Song Qingfeng make a move, and they also raised their spring guns, pulled the trigger again and again, and covered Liu Ziguang with arrow feathers.

Liu Ziguang has changed the knife, it is a Qing cavalry knife, with a long handle and a curved blade, extremely heavy, a steel-clad blade that has been tempered for thousands of years, and it can be broken by blowing, and Liu Ziguang dances handily. First, he casually stretched out his hand to catch the flying knife that shot to his chest, and then turned the knife, with a crisp sound, knocked away all the iron arrows, and walked steadily towards Song Qingfeng.

"I will return all what you gave me." He said word for word.

Is it really a ghost? The crowd shuddered.

"You take people to hurry up and go to the Qing army marshal, I will resist him." Knowing that the guards' kung fu couldn't pass in front of Liu Ziguang, Song Qingfeng could only stand up,

The two stood facing each other, the north wind brought snowflakes on Liu Ziguang's face, the blood on his body began to freeze, the army on the opposite side had stopped, and the army of slaves behind them also ended their formation, preparing to fight to the death. The silent wilderness, the howling north wind, the two men between the armies, under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on both sides, stood silently, waiting for the other party to attack first.

All the injustices that this world has given me, I want to get justice! Start today, start now!

No shouting, no cheering, Liu Ziguang raised his scimitar, with hatred, rushed to Song Qingfeng, Song Qingfeng tried to calm his mind, victory is imminent, you must not go out of Louzi, for the Qing Dynasty, for Jingrong, I must win!

He also waved the seven-star sword and rushed towards Liu Ziguang.

The sword struck, the huge power shocked Song Qingfeng's tiger mouth numb, and he couldn't help but play 12 points of spirit, taking offense as defense, performing Wudang swordsmanship, and the sword greeted Liu Ziguang's vital point, both ruthless and fast, but all of them were easily resolved by Liu Ziguang, Liu Ziguang put one hand behind his back, and seemed to be casually easy to block Song Qingfeng's sword moves with all his strength, which seemed very leisurely and casual.

Indestructible, only fast and unbreakable, Song Qingfeng felt that he was fast enough to draw his sword, but in the eyes of the other party, he was as slow as an eighty-year-old woman, this opponent was too strong.

Liu Ziguang relieved Song Qingfeng twenty moves in a row before he began to attack. The scimitar in his hand suddenly turned into a cloud of light and shadow, enveloping Song Qingfeng.

Song Qingfeng was overwhelmed, and was forced to keep retreating, and Liu Ziguang was still shouting; "Too slow, you're too slow, you're too slow!" The footwork under his feet is subtle, the step by step is pressing, the scimitar in his hand is like pouring wind, and the sound of the rapid sword hitting is endless, and suddenly there is a long roar, only to see Song Qingfeng's sword in his hand flying far away, and he trembled in the mud.

Liu Ziguang stopped and looked at Song Qingfeng coldly, Song Qingfeng felt a little cold, looked down at his chest, the silver-white brocade robe had been scratched, and the fine cotton wool of the small cotton jacket inside hung on the tear, which was a big "cheap" word, Song Qingfeng was stunned, and then looked up at Liu Ziguang, but saw that he had already ignored himself, walked away and went to chase the eldest lady.

"How can Song Shaoxia have so many tricks with that thief and slave worker, it stands to reason that you can see victory or defeat within three moves."

"You still don't understand, Song Shaoxia is entertaining the thief and slave labor, more than a few tricks should be to tease him, you see that Song Shaoxia, in the end, is a disciple of the Wudang faction, obviously fighting, making it like a sword dance, this is the level, you can't accept it."

applauded, "Song Shaoxia won!" Song Shaoxia won!"

Song Qingfeng's sword pointed at Liu Ziguang's throat and smiled reservedly, "This general, he is so good at swordsmanship, it's better to meet than to meet, I accidentally damaged the general's new clothes, please forgive me." ”

Song Qingfeng still drew his sword, walked behind Liu Ziguang, signaled the two guards to press Liu Ziguang tightly, and then used the skilled Wudang swordsmanship to quickly break Liu Ziguang's two hamstrings.

Song Qingfeng lifted his white bearskin fur boots, gently stepped on Liu Ziguang's body with his toes, and with a slight force forward, he kicked a corpse that could no longer distinguish a human form into the sinkhole.

Scenes from the past appear in front of me, as if in a lifetime, am I doing something wrong, shouldn't I be the enemy of this person? The world, the hegemony, the beautiful wife, the master's teachings, the emperor's trust, can all this be repeated? Song Qingfeng's clothes were stained red with blood, and the blow just now had actually hit him deeply, and he didn't feel it.

Song Qingfeng died.

Before the guards who were holding the two young ladies had gone far, the battle was over, and Liu Ziguang used his scuds to catch up in an instant, flipping a heel in the air and landing in front of the guards.

"Walking so fast, there are still a few people who have not been settled."

The guards who kept looking back witnessed Song Qingfeng's tragic death, Song Shaoxia's high martial arts were powerless, their minions were even more high, the iron arrows in the spring force gun had been shot out, and it was very troublesome to reload, so the guards had to tremble and raise their sabers in their hands, ready to resist stubbornly.

Peng Jingrong, who was pointed, had tears in her eyes and was speechless. It's really Liu Ziguang, this young man once again brought him endless shock, one person killed the bloody road, one person guarded the city gate alone, and Song Qingfeng was stabbed, how did he hide such strength before, and how could he be willing to be a slave silently for a year, why is this? How many mysteries remain unsolved about him.

Peng Jingwei, who was tied up, shouted excitedly: "It's 9527, I know it's him!" 9527 come and save me, kill these traitors. ”

The guards were extremely depressed, the introducer Song Qingfeng died, and it was unknown whether the Qing army in front recognized the conditions promised by Song Qingfeng, and behind them were the rebel army of riots and Yu Hualong's rebels plus officers and soldiers. None of them can bring them safety, of course, the most terrifying thing is this killing god close at hand, we brutally tortured him last night, and now the ghost is coming to ask for his life in broad daylight.

Liu Ziguang suddenly threw away the knife in his hand and hooked Lu Gaozhi with his fingers: "You, come here, I have heard the prestige of your Shenleg Lu family for a long time, if you can beat me in leg skills, I will spare you." ”

Hearing that there was a chance to live, the guards hurriedly pushed Lu Gaozhi out. "The old road is counting on you this time!" "The old road, you fucking start your spirit, everyone's lives are in your hands!"

Lu Gaozhi walked out of the ranks tremblingly, stuck the knife on the ground, and made a gesture, Liu Ziguang stood very casually, waving his hand: "Come on, don't pull the shelf." ”

Lu Gaozhi took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and said secretly, if I don't use knives and guns, my chances of winning are better. After all, the fame of the Shenleg Lu family is not a false name, and he has been stepping since he was three years old, kicking and pulling tendons and practicing leg skills. Decades of hard work are now going to come in handy.

Legs, our lives are really going to be entrusted to you!

Lu Gaozhi is really desperate this time! The dazzling chain of legs burst out like a storm, and the power was even more fierce than usual, Liu Ziguang slapped his hands lightly, as if he was chasing flies, and slapped a flying leg away, Lu Gaozhi only felt that he was kicking in the void, and his full strength was easily slapped by the other party.

Liu Ziguang grabbed one of Lu Gaozhi's legs, smiled cruelly, and twisted suddenly, Lu Gaozhi's whole person turned like a spinning top, Rao is he adjusted many times with the power of rotation, and still felt that the muscles and bones of the whole leg were all deformed.

Lu Gaozhi barely stood up, the sweat on his face dripped down his nose, because of the pain, but also because of fear, the proud Lu family's divine legs were like child's play in the eyes of the other party, what else to fight.

Liu Ziguang patted the soil on his hand and said, "Lu Gaozhi, you look at it, what is called a god leg." "With a twist of his body, he rose from the ground and made a 360-degree rotation and tumbling in the air for three and a half weeks, with a difficulty coefficient of 9.9! The eyes of the audience who grew up with their mouths were stunned.

Everyone's eyes followed Liu Ziguang's leg and fell on Lu Gaozhi's body, the chain leg, the authentic divine leg Lu Jia's chain leg, and it was more authentic and more proficient than Lu Gaozhi's leg method. Liu Ziguang can now remember everything, just now Lu Gaozhi's leg method has been memorized by him, because the coordination and flexibility are higher than the road, so the leg method is more authentic than the original.

Liu Ziguang only used half of his strength, afraid that the force would be too great to kick his head, and that's it, Lu Gaozhi was still full of blood and broken teeth, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't see clearly. I'm afraid that's how the big bell hammer on Yunlong Mountain hits people.

Lu Gaozhi couldn't support it, fell to the ground with a bang, and passed out. The second lady couldn't help but shout: "Good kick." 9527 is good. Liu Ziguang's fierce eyes flashed: "Shut up." There is no 9527 here, only Liu Ziguang! ”

After speaking, he picked up the knife on the ground and hooked his finger towards Yang Meng. "Yang Meng, it's your turn."