The snow on the ground was as cold and dazzling as the white blade in his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The enemy is outnumbered, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao can only block one side and leave their backs to each other.

There is no temptation, no change of moves, it is a fierce slash from the beginning!

The cold wind suddenly rose, the residual snow rolled slightly, and the knife light flickered.

The streets and alleys during the day were even a little quiet, with the occasional sound of Pu Dao slashing on his body, the sound of rapid breathing, the sound of the wind flickering and moving, and the muffled snort of pain after being hit.

Dangerous, fierce fights are carried out in a dull way.

Xu Feng and Jiang Liao each resisted one side, giving their backs to the other party, preferring to take a knife themselves than let go of an enemy who was about to cross him. It's a tactic, but it's also a trust.

The short knives in the hands of the two flew up and down, and the knives and knives were all beckoning to the vital parts, the neck, the heart, the thighs, and the lower crotch.

In just a moment, Xu Feng and Jiang Liao had already killed a bloody man, and the blood on his face was steaming in the cold wind, and he couldn't tell whether it was the blood of the enemy or his own.

After the six corpses fell to the ground, the black-clad dead man paused his attack and adjusted his position in an attempt to narrow the encirclement. When Xu Feng and Jiang Liao are killed back-to-back, the black-clothed dead man can give full play to the greatest advantage of being outnumbered.

A dead soldier, even if he dies, he is also a soldier, and the Huang family has already spent a lot of money. One person died in battle, and the whole family was raised, this is the rule of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It's just a respite. The fierce fighting broke out again.

The head of a dead man with a sword angle is tricky and weird, and he has already hit Jiang Liao's thigh twice in a row.

Jiang Liao snorted, suppressed the bleeding pain, waved his long arm in an arc, forcing the man in black to take half a step back, and before Jiang Liao could accept it, the man in black killed back like a tide again, and Jiang Liao fell back into the siege again.

Xu Feng lowered his head to dodge the flat long sword, his body moved forward, the short knife slashed the lower abdomen of a dead man, and saw that another dead soldier was about to cross his back, Xu Feng quickly rolled on the ground, and swung out with the most concise movements, the dead man's right foot was about to land at the moment, the ankle was separated from the body, and he fell to the ground with a miserable scream, and the blood shot out on the residual snow, spilling a red line, which was extremely dazzling.

In the rapid and tragic hand-to-hand combat, Xu Feng and the two of them were about to run out of strength, and they each retreated, their backs leaning heavily together, gasping quickly, blood dripping down the tip of the knife and hitting the snow under their feet.

The performance of Xu Feng and Jiang Liao greatly surprised Huang Juncai.

The days of the Netherworld Island are not in vain, nearly a month of formation repair, the two of them have a perceptual understanding of cultivation, especially the law of the flow of vitality between heaven and earth, and they feel much more sensitive than ordinary people, and sensitive feelings are very important for the judgment between life and death.

This was the first time Xu Feng and Jiang Liao had killed someone. The first time they encountered such a tragic battle, the two had no time to think, let alone fear, and between the severed limbs and snow, nothing was more important than saving their lives.

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In Sendai City, a hundred miles away, Jing Qi was practicing swords in the courtyard.

A young man's entourage hurriedly ran over and handed over a token, Jing Qi only glanced at it and asked, "Where!"

"Zhongdu, Six Feet Lane. ”

"Inform Tie Ye, I'll go first!"

A dark horse, carrying a young man dressed in black, galloped like a wind between the snowy fields.

The young man carried a large bow behind him, and the quiver was full of arrows, and in the wind and snow, a man and a horse were like a cold black lightning, quickly cutting across the snowfield. The boy was still not fast enough, and from time to time he whipped his horsewhip.

The gray-eyed Zen master had recovered, and his empty eyes were staring at Xu Feng and Jiang Liao. Xu Feng said in a dark voice: Don't look at his eyes.

The feeling of being locked by the divine mind was very peculiar, and the two of them felt that the internal organs in their bodies were about to rebel, and they were restless, and a gust of wind was set off in the mud pill palace above their heads, and their eyes were full of gold stars, and their blood and qi were going up.

As he spoke, the Zen staff waved again, because of the blood, the snow on the ground had been dyed red, the red snow was stirring on the ground, the Zen staff pointed at the wind, and a giant dragon formed by red snow rushed towards Xu Feng and the two!

Jiang Liao took a step forward steadily, grasped the handle of the knife with one hand, and held the tip of the knife with the other, suddenly crossed his chest, raised his head to the sky, and let out an earth-shattering roar!

Xu Feng wanted to stop it, but it was still too late.

The snow dragon swung out of the Zen staff hit the horizontal knife, but it was only slightly sluggish, and the horizontal knife was broken in an instant, and the snow dragon mixed with violent divine thoughts hit Jiang Liao's chest, Jiang Liao's feet dragged out two white dusts on the ground, and fell fiercely on the street more than ten zhang away.

Xu Feng couldn't help but scream in his heart, no longer caring about life and death, like a mad demon, the fierce light in his eyes devoured people, the short knife flew up and down, the blood mist all over his body was filled, and he went forward to kill the gray-eyed Zen master.

One foot! Two feet!

The closer the distance, the more resolute the black-clothed dead man's resistance became, Xu Feng gritted his teeth, regardless of the addition of swords on his body, there was only one thought in his heart - he must chop off the head of the gray-eyed Zen master.

On the narrow alley wall 100 meters away, a big bag was weirdly raised on the flat wall, and then with a roar, a black horse crashed over the wall and smashed into the street furiously.

Between the bricks and stones, a black-clothed young man rose up in the air, and the man shot arrows with a bow in the air, and the arrows went like meteors, accurately piercing the neck of a dead soldier, and a puddle of blood rushed out!

The boy landed on the snowy street and did not stop for a moment, running and shooting arrows at the same time.

After the black-clothed dead man was attacked, he immediately took precautions. In order to get different angles, the boy ran in a zigzag pattern, holding a bow in his left hand and controlling the strings like lightning in his right hand.

The speed of the young man who ran and shot the arrow not only did not decrease, but ran faster and faster, the residual snow under his feet was flying, and the distance of 100 meters was in the blink of an eye.

In terms of actual combat experience, Jing Qi is richer than everyone in the field, and the life of licking blood with a knife head has trained him to kill quickly and effectively.

In a few breaths, several dead soldiers were buried under Jing Qi's hands, and Xu Feng's pressure was greatly reduced, and he was only a foot away from the gray-eyed Zen master.

A contemptuous smirk suddenly flashed on the wrinkled face of the old man in gray.

The Divine Thought Attack is only one of the many methods of the Gray-Eyed Zen Master, and the Gray Cultivation has reached the middle realm of gold and stone, and the body is strong and strong, how can it be harmed by ordinary sword soldiers.

Before the Zen master's smile fell, he felt a chill in his heart, and a kind of qi like a substance had rushed to the front!

The gray-eyed Zen Master took a sharp breath of cold air and mobilized all his cultivation to resist this frontal blow, but it was too late.

There was a soft pop, as if the drumstick had accidentally fallen on the drum surface, and the Gang Qi smashed away the Zen Master's temporarily mobilized divine thoughts and hit him on the back.

The gray-eyed Zen master stubbornly blocked this blow, the qi and blood in his body churned, and the internal injuries were exhausted. Just about to roll up the ground and escape, I only felt a cold heart, and a short knife had been inserted into the heart!

Xu Feng shook his face expressionlessly, and the gray-eyed Zen master cut off his chance, and fell to the ground in a daze, still with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Don't let that crow run away!" shouted the Iron and Stone Chief, ten feet away.

Jing Qi took out a sharp arrow with his backhand, only to find that the bow had been thrown.

Xu Feng had already prepared, he didn't raise his head, he raised his hand to shoot a dart, and the black crow that had already reached mid-air fell in response, fluttering on the snow twice, and there was no movement.

The battle actually took place in a very short period of time, Huang Juncai looked at the Taoist in front of him, knew that he was not an opponent, turned around and ran to the other side, there were Jing Qi and Xu Feng on that side.

Jing Qi looked at Xu Feng, who was covered in blood, and Xu Feng shook his head lightly, meaning - I will come by myself.

After all, Huang Juncai is the son of a wealthy family, and the murder is also the hand of a fake person, where he has seen such a tragic scene today, he has long been frightened.

Xu Feng swung forward with the knife, Huang Juncai was able to block it with his sword, Xu Feng easily pulled out the short knife that was knocked away by the Zen staff from the wall, and stabbed Huang Juncai through the chest without hesitation.

Hengshui is less evil, and he dies.

"Akita Gang brother avenges!" Xu Feng whispered to Jing Qi.

The remaining two dead soldiers saw that their master was dead, and they had no way to live when they went back, and they tried to attack the small shadow on the side, but they were chopped to the ground by Xu Fengjing Qiyi one by one.

This is the end of the tragic fighting.

Neither Xu Feng nor Jing Qi noticed at this time that a young man with a handsome face, dressed in white and better than snow, was perfectly hidden on the snow-sprinkled wall.

At the same time as the gray-eyed Zen master made a move, the young man in white was actually ready to make a move, but he didn't expect Jiang Liao to be so brave, let alone Xu Feng, who was crazy, to be so ruthless. By the time the Gray-eyed Zen Master was attacked, the Iron and Stone Daoist appeared, and he had already missed the best opportunity, and he might not be able to succeed in a sneak attack, and he was more likely to be hunted down.

The young man lying on the wall was none other than Shen Yilang, who had been tracking Xu Feng for many days. Xu Feng and Jiang Liao's feeling was right, there were not only black crows on the snow field, but also a cultivator hiding in the snow.

Killing Xu Feng on the boat failed, Shen Yilang was worried that it would spread and his prestige would be frustrated, so he wanted to take the opportunity to intercept and kill to pick up a bargain, but he didn't expect the scene to become like this.

He was not annoyed, quietly hidden, and disappeared on the streets of Zhongdu.