"Sir, as long as you come with us, we will immediately arrange someone to repair the tire of the car and compensate you for all losses!"

The thin man smiled, his arm was injured by Feng Yu with a half dagger, but there was no trace of resentment in his eyes!

These two men are not simple-minded!

"Okay! I'll go with you to see that Long Xiao, and you have repaired the tires of Mobike! ”

Feng Yu moved Mobike to the side where there was no glass slag, and then pointed to the glass slag on the ground, and said, "Also, dispose of the glass slag in this place!" ”

The fat man snapped his fingers, and a few younger brothers quickly came out of the darkness, and quickly disposed of the glass slag on the ground.

Feng Yu nodded with satisfaction, and followed the two to an unfinished building not far away.

There are so few pedestrians in this area that no one will notice even if one or two people die.

Feng Yu hummed a little song, followed behind the two of them as if nothing happened, and went straight to the top floor of the unfinished building!

On the edge of the unfinished building, two people stood.

One is a middle-aged man with a thin build, wearing a loose trench robe.

In his hand was a handkerchief with a dragon embroidered on it.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a strong man, his bald head looking exceptionally smooth in the light.

This bald man is 1.9 meters tall and wears a white vest. Underneath his sword eyebrows were a pair of murderous eyes.

The muscles exposed to the air are strong and solid.

This bald man has a name that is completely inconsistent with his temperament, Lotus!

And the middle-aged man with a thin figure is the underground king in the south of the city, Long Xiao!

"Lord Long, this gentleman is here!" The fat man and the thin man knelt on the ground almost at the same time.

Long Xiao raised his eyes to look at Feng Yu and asked softly, "You are the one who attacked our Black Dragon Society last time?" ”

"Oh! Right! That's me! ”

Feng Yu's eyes flickered with a hint of essence, and he looked at Long Xiao together.

"You are Long Xiao, the leader of the Black Dragon Society, who is known as the underground king of the south of the city?"

Feng Yu stood in front of Long Xiao and said, "I don't think you look like a sinister and cunning villain!" How could your men do such a dirty thing as puncturing tires? ”

"Puncture the tire?"

When Long Xiao heard this, an extremely cold look fell on the fat and thin men.

The two of them were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground: "Lord Long, we are willing to be punished!" ”

As the words fell, the two raised their hands and slapped each other's cheeks.

They were very vigorous and showed no mercy at all. Because they know that once Long Xiao's people do it, it's not just as simple as slapping their mouths!

Long Xiao slowly raised his hand, brought the handkerchief to his nose, and took a hard breath.

His cold eyes were like beasts foraging in the night, staring directly at Wind Feather.

Lian bowed her waist and asked, "Lord Long, can you start?" ”

"Well, if Sandao is okay, this matter will be stopped!"

Long Xiao retracted his gaze and sighed: "After all, the south of the city has been quiet for a while, and it is better to let young people make trouble!" ”

The light in the unfinished building was on and off, and Lian pulled out a bright scimitar from her waist. Under the light, the scimitar was surging cold!

Lian knew that Long Xiao was moved to cherish his talents, so he set three knives!

But his knife skills are difficult to find opponents in the south of the city, and to deal with a young man who has not dried up, why do you need three knives?

A knife! Enough to take his life!

"What do you mean by that?"

Feng Yu gouged out his ears, and there was no trace of panic on his face.

Lian didn't reply, and the scimitar in his hand danced quickly at this moment.

With the dance of the scimitar, Lian's figure quickly moved with it, and appeared in front of Feng Yu in the blink of an eye.

The flickering blade in his hand quickly went away against Feng Yu's neck.

With a wave of Lian's arm, the edge of the scimitar quickly slashed towards Feng Yu's neck.

This knife is fast and accurate!

The whole process takes less than 10 seconds!

Seeing that the edge of the scimitar was about to cut through Feng Yu's neck, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of Lian's mouth.

It seems that Lord Long still overestimates this young man.

He, after all, is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers!

Therefore, death is the best destination for him!

"Boy, this is the price of hubris!"

Lian roared and laughed maniacally, enjoying the moment when the blade wiped away his flesh and blood!

He couldn't wait to see the scimitar drink blood!

However, his wild laughter came to an abrupt end in the next second.

He clearly saw that Feng Yu's figure instantly rotated three hundred and sixty degrees.

The blade brushed against Feng Yu's neck, and the distance was less than a centimeter!

Lian was slightly stunned, his knife was menacing, even an ordinary martial artist couldn't easily dodge it.

But the young man in front of him hid so easily?

Feng Yu's face instantly turned cold, he and Lian glanced at each other, and asked coldly, "Do you have to cut me three times?" ”

"Whew!"

Lian used the scimitar in her hand to answer Feng Yu's question!

The scimitar brought a gust of wind and approached the façade of Wind Feather.

Feng Yu's figure flashed, and the whole person spun in a circle. When the scimitar passed by it, the ghost-like hand quickly rested on the hilt.

The force of the rotation turned brute force into skill, allowing Wind Feather to catch the scimitar.

"It's the second cut!"

Feng Yu raised his hand and flicked it, and the scimitar flew above Lian's head and fell vertically!

Lotus Tan grabbed his hand and grasped the scimitar that fell vertically. The moment the hilt of the knife was in his hands, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

What is going on with this power?

Lian was surprised!

The young man in front of him just threw the scimitar back, how could he carry so much force?

Don't...... Does this young man really have the strength that is completely inconsistent with his age?

Lian's hand holding the scimitar was a little sweaty, and his eyes were staring straight at Feng Yu.

Years of crisscrossing the heart of the south of the city made him slowly calm down.

Knife, slowly raised!

Killing intent, monstrous!

The third knife was the last knife that Long Xiao prescribed for him.

He will let Wind Feather die under this scimitar!

The scimitar danced again, and Lian swung the sword technique to bring about the phantom of the void light, slowly approaching the wind feather.

That scimitar, like lightning in a thunderstorm. When he was about to get close to the wind feather, he turned around and left with the figure of the lotus.

This is the strangeness of the sword technique used by Lian, using the phantom of the void to confuse the enemy in order to achieve the effect of intimidation.

When the enemy's mind is troubled by the void in front of him, the next step is to break through the illusion with a sword.

Kill with one sword!

Feng Yu stood still under the blade of the lotus, squinting his eyes at the phantom of the void light around him.

If it had been someone else, he would have been frightened by this phantom of the void light, and fled with his tail between his legs.

However, there was no trace of fear on Feng Yu's face. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a playful smile.

"Whoever is arrogant, he will die!"

Lian was completely enraged by Wind Feather, his anger burning brightly, and the scimitar he wielded in his hand burst forth.

The image of the knife rolled up like a whirlwind, stabbing towards Feng Yu's neck.

With this move, he wants to seal his throat with a knife!

He wants to let Feng Yu not even have room to resist, so he will go to hell to forgive his sins for arrogance.

This Ling Tian's blow was menacing, but it was deflected at Feng Yu's neck.

No! It's not that the scimitar is off the way!

Instead, Feng Yu skillfully dodged, just in time for the scimitar to slash against his neck.

Feng Yu stood in front of Lian, and he only moved a small step during the whole process.

His eyes stared straight at the lotus, and the chill leaked from the side.

Wind Feather is furious! He was completely enraged!

"It's already three moves......"

Before Feng Yu could finish speaking, Lian interrupted him: "Shut up!" ”

His voice almost roared, anger eating away at his sanity.

He, the dignified Black Dragon Society's No. 1 master Lotus, couldn't take a young man's life with three swords?

If this thing is spread out, it will dishonor the reputation of Talian.

"Come on! Lao Tzu killed you three times, and naturally returned you three times! ”

With a burning rage, the scimitar in Lian's hand danced at great speed.

Where the sharp blade slashed, it was as if the air was about to be cut. Under the light, the blade shimmered with an eerie chill.

Although the strange cold brought by the blade makes people shiver, the weirdest thing is not the cold.

It's the sword wind that looms in the light!

Feng Yu squinted his eyes and looked at the lotus in the middle of the sword wind. The looming sword wind just formed a 360-degree protective shield with no dead ends.