There is a deep dark alley outside the back wall of the palace, one end is connected to the long street, and the other end is planted with a crooked neck locust tree, now it is the time when the locust flowers are in full bloom, the wind blows the fragrance of locust flowers, and also makes the small stool sleep more soundly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info behind the locust tree is a high wall, there are three figures jumping to the wall and borrowing the locust tree into the alley, the branches are shaking, the delicate white flowers have fallen, a certain night pedestrian with a sword on his back brings one, put it in the mouth and chew carefully.

The three of them came to the back door in black and masked, the one who hit the head was majestic, holding a tiger head knife in his hand, even through the clothes, it was difficult to hide the turbulent momentum, he looked at the back wall of the palace that was not too high, did not hear any movement, and looked at the man with the sword on his back suspiciously. The sword-carrying man looked impatient, his demeanor was a little sluggish, and he glanced at Yinyue slowly, and then nodded slightly in response. The leader, who was still a little uneasy, suddenly heard the screams and guards shouting from the palace, and his face finally relaxed, and gave the other knife bearer a look, telling him to be careful.

Jia Longyang, who was hiding outside the mourning hall, didn't notice the three guests coming from outside the back door, but sensed that there was a majestic person in a hurry, and immediately asked Duan Pingsheng for instructions to intercept the incoming enemy. In the midst of the movement, Jia Longyang, who was quite strong, disappeared in an instant, and a low and powerful collision suddenly sounded in the distance.

This collision represents power, the power that makes the masked leader swallow his spit! Although he was extremely unhappy with the arrogant attitude of the sword-bearer, he still finally confirmed with him whether to do it, although the three assassins, the sword-bearer had the lowest martial arts, but the family was the gold master, and the ancient sheath long sword behind his back was almost the same even if he couldn't get on the weapon spectrum.

The masked leader clenched the tiger head knife in his hand, and couldn't help but think of the scene in the daytime. He and his junior brother are having a headache how to win the "Book of Refining Bodies", and from then on the earthworm will become a real dragon. Then the man carrying the sword found the two brothers and said that they would visit the Wuwang Mansion tonight. When they first heard it, of course the leader didn't agree, and even wanted to slash this delusional guy with a knife, they knew that they had a few catties and a few taels, and the thieves and kings were all broken, what benefits could the two of them get?

But this person began to talk about the conditions in a hurry, saying that someone would cooperate at night, just act when he saw the opportunity, and directly showed the real money, and promised to give a good knife afterwards, so that he couldn't refuse if he wanted to. However, the masked leader kept an eye on it, and insisted on letting the sword-bearer accompany him, so as to complete the final deal. But when the sword-bearer left, he still felt that something was wrong, his martial arts were neither high nor low, and this group of heroes in Youzhou City grabbed a lot of them, why did they find themselves?

After receiving a hands-on answer, he raised his doubts to the sword-bearer, and the answer he gave made him even more confused.

"There's no why, because you're suitable!" The man with the sword lowered his voice, but still revealed a sense of condescension.

The leader really couldn't figure it out, but looking at the corner of the mourning hall, he couldn't bear the urging of ambition, so he simply didn't think about it, and patted the junior brother who was also holding a tiger head knife, who climbed up to the courtyard wall to check the situation, and found that the people in the mourning hall didn't notice it, and turned around to make a gesture to his senior brother. The leader leapt high and landed directly on the back wall, without making a sound. And the man with the sword on his back quietly glanced at the senior brother on the wall of the courtyard, and his heart was full of disdain: "If it weren't for your master's sake!" Who's going to take care of you? A hundred taels of silver can buy a decent Yellow Rank Light Gong, and it is actually wasted on you! I'm going to have to make you spit it out for me even if I turn around! ”

Whoa......

There was a movement in the dark alley, although Jia Longyang's battle with the unknown strong man was particularly fierce, but it still aroused the vigilance of the sword-bearer, he immediately took off the long sword, the sword blade was unsheathed for three points, and suddenly a cold light gushed out, cold as a moon, so that the two people on the wall felt a chill on their backs and hurriedly turned back, but they saw that the sword-carrying man was staring at the big locust tree at the end of the dark alley as if he was facing a great enemy, so that the two of them had to be vigilant.

Ga! Ga!

A crow flew away from the locust tree lazily flapping its wings, and the man with the sword on his back knew that he was suspicious, but he couldn't wipe his face to explain, and his face sank and he climbed directly onto the courtyard wall, urging the two to do it quickly. The masked leader said that you are not bullish? How did you get scared down by a crow?

In the mourning hall, Duan Pingsheng and the others were watching the chaos in the palace, especially the battle of Jia Longyang, which was really huge, and the aftermath of the battle stirred up a fierce wind, blowing the lights and swaying. Duan Pingsheng felt that the small stool was not suitable for continuing to stay, so he asked Han Xiao to carry him to the old house behind the mourning hall, and several people failed to notice that the crisis had fallen, and when Han Xiao slowly got up and walked a few steps, Duan realized that something was wrong with the help of his slightly strengthened sense of hearing after planting the Qi Mud Pill.

The three black-clothed assassins suddenly appeared, blocking everyone in the mourning hall, Duan Pingsheng pulled out the small stool that was sleeping soundly from Han Xiao's arms without saying a word, and threw it directly into the old house regardless of the severity, and because his movements were too big, he touched a place that should not be touched, and was glared at by Han Nuxia fiercely.

Holding a tiger-headed knife in his hand, the masked leader looked at everyone present with a cruel smile. Sure enough, as the man with the back sword said in advance, compared to the others who was much calmer than the king of Wuyou County, he had just embarked on the road of turning into a god, and he was not a threat at all. And the black-faced man, who is more magnificent than him, has a lot of strength, but he doesn't know martial arts, so it's not worth mentioning. The most worthy of his action is the only woman, but this woman only has a double floor, and her realm is equal to that of her junior brother, and she doesn't have a decent guy in her hand, so there is no danger either.

The leader suddenly found that the Book of Body Refining was so close to him, as long as he captured King Wuyou, he could force his whereabouts from his mouth, as for how to ask him? There are so many ways to do it! Thinking that the chaos in the palace would have to last for a while, the masked leader was not in a hurry to make a move, the tiger's head sword suddenly lit up, and the sword suddenly extinguished an oil lamp, making the mourning hall more and more dark, and his sharp eyes approached Duan Pingsheng, and he threatened with a sinister look: "King Wuyou, hand over the "Body Refining Book", I can spare you from death!" ”

Duan didn't hurry to speak, because he heard the words of the white-clothed shadow guard.

"Among these three people, two of the people holding knives are all cultivators in the qi body, one is three-fold, one is two-fold, as for the one-level cultivator, don't look at the lowest realm, but the sword he is carrying is estimated to have left a famous weapon spectrum, and it must not be underestimated. That's all he said, the old decay won't make a move, and deal with it yourself. ”

After speaking, the white-clothed shadow guard really lost his voice, which made Duan a little stunned, the strength of the two sides was very different, if there was no help, even if no one died, he would be seriously injured. However, the masked leader felt that he was left out in the cold, and his anger came from his heart, he had long been unable to bear the proud posture of the sword-bearer, because he was the gold lord who swallowed this evil breath, but the lives of these people were in his own hands, and King Wuyou couldn't see the situation clearly, and still felt superior.

Do you think you're superior?

All right!

Lao Tzu will step on your head for a while to see who is superior!

The masked leader waved his big knife and said angrily: "Senior brother, do it!" Chop off that dog's leg with me first! Remember not to hurt the little lady, see her ** so warped, catch it back as a pillow! ”

The two tiger-headed swords were fierce, so that the candle flame in the mourning hall was almost extinguished, and the killing machine was revealed in the light and darkness, and it was killed in a blink of an eye. Wu Heita, who had never found a chance to repay, blocked in front of Duan Pingsheng without saying a word, and Han Nuxia, who wanted to escape far away, suddenly realized that he was gone, and the little stool could not escape death, and the guy who had no conscience was no better.

She felt that the masked leader's words were vulgar, but there was one thing to the point, but someone was picky, Han Xiao scolded Duan Pingsheng angrily in his heart, and rushed forward with a hard head, directly squeezing Wu Heita aside, facing the masked leader with the highest realm.

Not to mention, although Han Nuxia is a female streamer, but after all, she came from Biluo Villa, a martial arts family in Jiangnan Province, and she was seventeen years old, and she had already practiced the family heirloom method "Blue Water Treading Waves", and her elegant body slightly exceeded the masked leader who relied on Shangpan Kung Fu.

Duan Pingsheng had to admit that he underestimated Han Xiao's kung fu, and even more underestimated her courage, after all, Han Nuxia was facing a genuine tiger-headed sword, if there was some misstepping, she would not only have to bury all the bets, but also waste this second chance to gamble, and have a direct impact on the third gamble.

On this side, Wu Heita blocked in front of the swordsman in the second floor, he didn't know martial arts, but he had learned the fists and feet of Wu Zhibao for several years, and he finally didn't fight blindly, and he knew how to avoid the key points, and he knew better that if he wanted to save his life, he must give full play to his natural great strength, so he saw the opportunity, suddenly dodged and dodged the knife slash, his eyes were fast, and he turned his palm into a claw and directly buckled the knife body, taking advantage of the swordsman wrestling with him, he suddenly approached, and smashed out with a punch, faintly stirring up the wind howl, which shows how fierce he is.

Since there is such a miserable and inferior physique as Duan Pingsheng, it is natural that there will be people who have an extraordinary body favored by God, and Wu Heita is like this, he has not been able to recover the long knife even after several draws, which made the masked knife man realize that the fist rushing in his face should not be underestimated, and then he was lucky, and assisted with Wu Heita with internal force.

The black iron strong man rushed his fist with great force, but there was a curtain of qi on the blade of the swordman's fist.

The swordsman was secretly proud, just a stupid big man with no strength, no internal force to help, only the life of being bullied.

However, the result was beyond his expectations, Wu Heta's fist smashed the curtain of the qi machine and directly collided with his fist, although in the end the fight was comparable, but it still made him feel unbelievable, he was a dignified martial artist, and the competition for strength could not win an ordinary person, no matter what, it was an extremely humiliating thing, he tried his best to regain control of the long knife, but there was a strong resistance from the hilt, which made him helpless.

And at this moment, the sword-carrying man suddenly shot out from the side, and went straight to Duan Pingsheng, although the sword still failed to come out of the sheath, but the cold qi of the sword escaped through the scabbard, making the gloomy spirit hall even more murderous.

Wu Heita was concerned about Duan Pingsheng's safety, and immediately let go of the tiger's head sword and turned back to support, seeing a good opportunity, where would the masked knife man hesitate, and used his best to use the master's knife technique, according to the back of the black iron strong man, it was slashed.

In an instant, blood gushed out!

In Duan Pingsheng's eyes, the flying red light and the ice blue sword light intertwined into an extremely beautiful picture.

It's just that behind the beauty, there is a cold scythe wielded by death.