The first to act was a thin-skinned killer.

He slowed down, pulled out two daggers from behind his back with both hands, and walked towards the house, only after taking a few steps, his heart suddenly shuddered, and he almost instinctively rolled backwards, squatting a few meters away, his heart beating wildly in the dead night.

Where he was standing just now, a slight crack appeared silently.

The killer's pupils shrank and his face turned slightly pale.

Lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

The man who struck was a woman standing on a branch, her face pale, her palms slender and white, the traces of her joints visible, and her grip on an even paler sword.

She stopped the killer's movement, and the tip of the thin sword in her palm shook slightly, pointing to another corner.

The elite murderous aura locked onto the dwarf who was lying in the corner like a child.

The latter was stiff.

But she didn't dare to move.

Three cold eyes stared at her eyebrows, throat, and heart.

She is a killer, so she naturally knows that if she moves slightly, she will usher in a thunderous attack, with her martial arts, she can avoid one place, the second move will hurt herself, and the third move will penetrate her vital point.

Fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, wetting his sideburns and black hair.

His expression was still cold.

In this small courtyard, the cold lines of sight are staggered, locked on each other, and the slightest movement of one person will trigger everyone's subconscious reaction, and the murderous aura will be pervasive, becoming more and more cold, but not making even the slightest sound.

The night is quiet, with a gentle wind, a bright moon, and brilliant stars.

In the courtyard.

But only the killing intent is quietly entangled.

Different from the fighting of the warriors of the rivers and lakes, the hard bridge and the hard horse, exhale with strong courage, the killer, the real killer, whether it is action or killing, it is cold and quiet.

Shoot in silence.

He also died in silence.

At the same time, the people who hire so many killers are precisely the ones who don't know the killer the most, come alone, and leave as soon as they get wet, this is the real killer in the rivers and lakes, sincere cooperation is not the creed of the killer, and the only thing that can make a killer trust is the weapon in his hand.

The breathing sound is subtle.

Sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead slid down his cheeks.

But no one retreated.

Just because at this time, the qi machine is involved, everyone's attention has been concentrated to the limit, any abnormal movement will trigger everyone's subconscious action, the arrow is on the string, it is already a situation that has to be launched, and the mixed murderous aura is shrouded in this courtyard, slowly diffuse.

The sound of quiet footsteps suddenly sounded.

In the dead silence formed by this murderous aura, a teenager came from outside the street, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in slowly.

In this courtyard, there are more than eight killers' anxious eyes and murderous entanglements, which are enough to make ordinary people nervous, and even collapse into a coma, but the people who came did not show any abnormality, their expressions were calm, and they walked into the courtyard from the streets of the fifth watch.

The wooden door creaked shut.

Steady steps.

one-step

Two steps,

The sound of quiet footsteps unconsciously echoed in the minds of every killer, and everyone's eyes unconsciously deviated from their original goal and fell on the young man, who was not even aware of it.

Wang Anfeng's palm hanging under the cuff clasped the Emei thorn, and flicked his fingers.

The clear and subtle whistling sound spread far away in this courtyard.

There are many ways for him to deal with these killers, whether it is the unique poison of the Medicine King Valley, or the secret attack with the Divine Thief Gate, he can leave these people behind.

But the portion was not enough.

In the rivers and lakes, the truly fierce and deadly confrontations are often outside the sword.

These people are abandoned sons thrown by the opponents behind the scenes, they are temptations, and they are also a problem thrown to Wang Anfeng.

Once he showed a slight weakness, it was followed by a thunderous and domineering attack, endlessly, with his own martial arts, although he could save his life, but at that time, he might not be able to take care of Tan Yurou on the ground, and if Tan Yurou had an accident, he didn't want to get news of Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian.

Wang Anfeng walked to the front of the main house, turned around, and raised his eyes slightly.

Flick your fingers.

The last crisp sound was lost in the silence of the night.

The momentum surged quietly in the young man's body, and a faint killing intent emerged in the perception of these killers, but it was not as violent and crazy as ordinary martial artists, but quiet and gentle.

Like gentle but crisp ice and snow.

Wang Anfeng's right hand clasped the Emei water thorn and slowly raised it, while his left hand was deliberately held up and held behind him, which seemed to be lightly picked, and his body was already secretly lucky, such as ten forces, and the method of moving mountains.

With gentle eyes, Wang Anfeng looked at these martial assassins in front of him who had hidden their figures, at this time, because of Fang Cai's behavior, everyone's attention was on him, the young man's heart accelerated slightly, but his face did not change at all, and said lightly:

"The great head is here, who will take it?"

Many killers were slightly stunned, and then they all understood.

The person in front of you is the goal!

After a moment of silence, the killing machine that had been suppressed for a long time broke out instantly, because of Wang Anfeng's actions, these killers actually reached a strange unity, and one after another murderous aura directly locked Wang Anfeng, the thin sword was slightly raised, and the dagger collided.

In the low and solemn roar of weapons, a quiet and peaceful voice sounded:

"Wait, let's go."

………………………………………………

In the night, a slender figure jumped on the eaves.

In just an instant, he had already swept the distance of dozens of zhang, carrying a scimitar, squatting on the roof of a restaurant, masked with black cloth, his eyes were sharp, like a goshawk overlooking the distance, he saw the falling tiger roaring mountain flag, and saw the rather quiet courtyard.

There was a fierce killing intent in his eyes, and his right hand was raised and stroked on the hilt.

Fang just jumped down a few steps, and saw the cold light in the courtyard, slightly stunned, and took the pupil technique to look, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he saw that in the courtyard, there was a weapon stuck upside down on the ground, and the wind blew through, whistling softly.

Next to these weapons that made him feel somewhat familiar, several figures lay down, all of their eyes widened, and their breath was completely unremarkable, causing the two pupils exposed by this warrior to shrink suddenly.

When he saw that the people who were lying down, no matter who they were, only had a blood mark on their throats, there was only a look of horror left in their cold and hard pupils, and they suddenly got up and walked away in embarrassment as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Tonight, I don't know how many people came here, and after seeing the scenery in the courtyard, all of them ran for their lives, and no one dared to step into the courtyard within ten zhang of the distance.

The night grew more and more silent.

…………………………………………

Meanwhile.

Wang Anfeng walked in steps, his body was extremely fast, he carried the kung fu of the Medicine King Gu Mixed Yuan Body, and felt the breath of the strange medicine diffused in the air, and today he took advantage of the time when the Dou Lisa Warrior tested himself, and laid this strange medicine on the latter's body.

Now is the time to harvest the bait.

Although he would have taken some risks, he had already 'written' his answer to the people behind the scenes in the courtyard, and the killer who came over would not set foot in that courtyard again if he was not blind.

And for people who don't even have this bit of vigilance, Medicine King Gu has a lot of tricks to clean up these people.

The figure fell down again, Wang Anfeng gently supported the bluestone wall next to him with his palm, and his figure swept forward again, just because he had just come out of the 'old gentleman' mansion today, and he was tempted on the way.

After half a cup of tea in a hurry, Wang Anfeng stopped in front of a mansion.

This house is quite tall, there are two tall stone lions squatting at the door, by the thin moonlight, you can see the two big characters on the plaque, splashing ink, although there are mistakes and omissions everywhere, but it is magnificent, different from ordinary people.

A five-year-old child, who has practiced some words, will not be able to write such words.

A seventy-year-old man, who has been addicted to calligraphy for 50 years, can't write this kind of words.

Wang Anfeng looked at the plaque and whispered in his heart:

"Under the West Dingzhou, the Divine Fist is invincible."

"Zhao Mansion."

PS: The second update is offered......

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