Small courtyard.

There were two people sitting in the small courtyard.

A man in gray, a man in black.

Han Tang is fishing, and the other person has a sword at his waist!

The man in black was very handsome, and there was starlight shining in his eyes; And Han Tang is an ordinary face, ordinary eyes, ordinary nose, and ordinary mouth.

But when so many ordinary facial features are put together, it makes people shudder and shudder. It was as if the predator at the top was inherently suppressing the predator at the bottom.

Han Tang saw Su Weiyun walk in, squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while, and suddenly said, "You are the person of that day." ”

Su Weiyun smiled: "My injuries are healed. ”

Han Tang lowered his face coldly and said, "I can beat you seriously again at any time!" ”

Su Weiyun slowly pulled out his sword.

The sword was blue in color, like a wave of water, gently rippling in the sunlight.

"I don't think you won't recognize who this sword is."

Han Tang's eyes froze, and he said in surprise: "You are the person sent by the old uncle?" ”

He was closed in the house all the year round, and had no idea that the old man had defected from the garden manager; Even if he really knew, he wouldn't have thought that the garden manager was Su Weiyun in front of him!

So when he saw that Su Weiyun had the Xiaoxiang sword given by his uncle, he regarded Su Weiyun as his own.

Su Weiyun said: "Last time, you thought I was sent by my uncle, but I wasn't; This time you think I'm not, but I am. Things are always so wonderful. ”

As soon as the word "wonderful" came out, four people had risen behind Su Weiyun.

Three of them all rushed towards Han Tang, and one of them stopped in front of him and confronted the man in black sitting next to Han Tang.

The three of them were almost the same speed, and even their body movements were almost the same.

It's like three arrows, the bowstring is loosened, and the arrow hits the bull's-eye!

Han Tang is the arrow stomping.

Han Tang's face changed, his whole body tightened, and the fishing rod in his hand suddenly tightened!

Su Weiyun stared at Han Tang tightly.

He wanted to see how Han Tang would respond with the killing skills he had honed for years.

Han Tang's response was really clever, he had already made three movements at this moment, each of which pointed at the three Feipeng Altar Masters.

He wanted to let the three of them know that even if he was going to die, he would definitely pull at least one back.

And he also wants to make all three people think that they are being attacked, so that they are afraid and dare not do their best.

Only if the three altar masters did not dare to do their best, he would have a chance.

Sure enough, Xiao Yinpeng was the first to slow down.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Han Tang's eyes, the fishing rod was thrown, and the tenacious fishing line rolled towards Fang Tiepeng; The elbow was pushed back, but it just hit Luo Jinpeng's stomach!

If Han Tang knocked these two people down first, then the rest of the people would not be afraid of him.

Who knew that at this moment, Xiao Yinpeng had already pounced!

Those who hesitate are the first to attack!

Han Tang knew that he was wrong in his judgment, he could only make mistakes, continue to attack two hands, and let Luo Jinpeng and Fang Tiepeng accompany him to the funeral at the same time!

Mutter!

A lot of weird voices blended together.

The three Feipeng altar masters and Han Tang suddenly "squeezed" together.

There was blood dripping from the ground.

Han Tang was attacked, his body was wounded, and his face was distorted.

The three altar masters were also very uncomfortable.

In addition to the fishing rod and elbows, Han Tang seems to have weapons all over his body, shoulders, knees, and two fists!

The faces of the four people were very ugly, and everyone's expressions were extremely hideous and terrifying.

No one knows who died and who didn't.

And Tu Dapeng was holding the knife, still standing in place, looking at the man in black motionlessly, as if Han Tang's battle had nothing to do with him at all.

The midday sun hangs high and the breeze blows.

At this moment, a sword suddenly flew in.

The sword seemed to fly leisurely for a long time, and it seemed as if it had only arrived in an instant.

It feels like it came just right at the right moment when it was needed.

When the three Feipeng Altar Masters and Han Tang had just squeezed together, the sword flew in.

The sword is shining, and the cold edge is pressing.

The blood on the ground was light green.

Phew.

The tip of the sword was aimed at Han Tang's heart, and it gently pierced half an inch.

Han Tang shouted loudly, shocking, like a male lion whose territory has been violated is driving away the intruders!

How could the King of Killers tolerate others killing him?

Han Tang still has the strength to punch!

Bang!

A punch slammed into the man holding the sword, and the air was violently shaken!

The person holding the sword was Su Weiyun.

He was the last to strike.

But by this time he had spread his right hand and flew up.

He hung in the air, lightly tapping his toes on the hilt of his sword, as if he had danced an immortal dance, and retreated. And by this force of one foot forward, the whole body went away with the wind.

Han Tang's punch naturally missed.

And the sword body slid straight into Han Tang's heart with a little force.

Like this yard full of fish swimming in the water, it is smooth and natural.

The sword was inserted in Han Tang's heart.

Han Tang had a strange expression on his face that he didn't know how to describe.

The lonely man finally finds a partner, and the wanderer who has left his homeland returns home.

He finally died.

It turns out that no matter how powerful the killer is, someone will kill him one day.

The Xiaoxiang sword still remained in Han Tang's heart.

Su Weiyun stood in the distance, staring at the sword.

Luo Jinpeng and Xiao Yinpeng withdrew at the same time.

Fang Tiepeng didn't move. He, like Han Tang, will never move again.

Tu Dapeng sighed and said, "Tie Peng's kung fu in an iron cloth shirt is already eighty percent hot, but I didn't expect it to ........"

Luo Jinpeng and Xiao Yinpeng didn't have the strength to feel sorry for others.

Luo Jinpeng squatted on the ground, his body bent like a shrimp, and immediately began to vomit a lot, almost vomiting out all his intestines.

And Xiao Yinpeng was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm was hanging softly, I am afraid that it has been abolished.

The three of them looked at the man in black.

They take it for granted that the man in black is also a man under the old man.

Tu Dapeng swung his knife forward and stabbed him in the chest.

Although this sword is not as good as Su Weiyun's amazing sword, it is also difficult to find faults.

The man in black didn't even say a word, and immediately collapsed.

Tu Dapeng said to himself: "Han Tang may never have dreamed of how we knew where he lived, knew his identity, and knew his relationship with Sun Yubo. ”

Luo Jinpeng vomited and said weakly: "Sun Yubo definitely didn't think that there was a spy among his cronies!" ”

Tu Dapeng said: "Not bad, not bad. Who would have thought that Sun Yubo also had the wrong time? ”

The two of them spoke loudly, as if they were deliberately speaking to someone.

Tu Dapeng withdrew his knife and looked at the man in black lying on the ground.

The Man in Black wasn't really killed, he was just pretending to be dead.

But Tu Dapeng just kept his hand and asked him to find a way to inform the old man alive: there were spies among the old man's cronies.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether there are spies or not, what matters is that this matter will definitely hit the old man's confidence again.

First, his son was executed, and then there were spies around him. Even if the old man is really a big mountain, he can't help but shake it.

The strong turn into it. Tu Dapeng obviously understands this truth.

Xiao Yinpeng looked at the three corpses on the ground, but said, "This friend's swordsmanship is so sharp, why haven't you heard of the name before?" ”

Su Weiyun didn't answer, he was pondering.

Xiao Yinpeng said sharply: "Why don't you dare to answer me? ”

Su Weiyun was still speechless.

"Do you have some conspiracy?!"

He suddenly took a knife and walked towards Su Weiyun.