"Excuse me! Leave. Song Yi smiled and threw a small ingot of silver, and then walked out of Lichun Courtyard with the old bustard's sycophant smile, and when Song Yi's footsteps just stepped out of Lichun Courtyard, she immediately pulled out her steps and hurriedly walked towards the small peach on the second floor, she wanted to figure out what happened in a short period of time, so that she could make the most beneficial decision for Lichun Courtyard in response to the situation.

After Song Yi went out, he began to run towards the secluded street behind Lichun Courtyard, and he didn't have to worry about any trouble on the side of Lichun Courtyard now, because he believed that Xiao Taohong and Lao Bustard would naturally understand that Lichun Courtyard was not suitable to publicize this matter after discovering that the guest who had been lurking in the room for several days had jumped out of the window and fled! What he was looking forward to now was to hope that Zhanpeng and Fuyao would not run away with that person again

A game of catching turtles in an urn is going on silently.

The alley behind most of the brothels in Qinglou cannot be a bustling street, and the back of Lichun Courtyard is a long and secluded alley.

When Song Yi walked through the long alley and entered another long alley that was also secluded, he finally saw the three people who were fighting.

Zhanpeng wielded the knife with one arm, and the blade was bright.

The man named Hao Anying also made a long knife that was longer than the ordinary Pu knife, his knife was weird and fierce, from Song Yi's point of view, it could be seen that Zhanpeng was actually parrying, as for the number of counterattacks, the number of counterattacks was very small, and every time he fought back, it was because Fuyao handed out a short sword at that time, forcing Hao Anying to return the knife for protection.

Judging from the scene, it seems that Hao Anying can still not be weak with one enemy and two enemies, but in fact, only Hao Anying knows how hard he struggles, and he has to consume a lot of arm strength to fight every time the blade of the long knife and Zhanpeng's blade collides to ensure that he is not injured, but such a hard-to-hard battle can consume his combat power. But this was not something he was afraid of, because if it was only Zhanpeng, he was confident enough that he could leave easily.

What frightened him was the girl who joined later, who was obviously a woman disguised as a man, the girl was armed with a short sword, and her few shots were sharp and ruthless, and her moves were deadly, forcing him to fall into the defense every time. Moreover, his sharp eyes also observed that the girl's short sword was connected to an extremely fine silk thread that extended to his wrist, which made his heart even more awe-inspiring. Because of his amazing experience, he naturally knew that this was an extremely difficult flying sword skill on the rivers and lakes to practice, and very few people would learn it, which was more difficult to learn than a hidden weapon, and the power was naturally much greater than that of a hidden weapon.

He was more annoyed than forced into a street fight, but he was also glad that it was a street fight, because he thought about how threatening the girl's flying sword would have been if it weren't for the narrow alley that couldn't show his skills.

But this is already the most suitable scene for him to fight, and he still gradually finds that he will fall into exhaustion and defeat sooner or later, so all he can do is to feed the killing move to Zhanpeng, hoping that a move can hit and work, and then it is impossible for the girl to stop him from escaping.

His ideas are naturally impeccable, and it proves that he is a good player who has been immersed in the rivers and lakes for a long time, because he has fought with Zhanpeng, and understands that Zhanpeng's one-armed arm is a defect, and Zhanpeng also knows how to hurt him.

Under the siege of two extremely powerful masters, he can still calmly come up with the best way to fight and follow his own goals in an orderly manner, his force value and scheming are undoubtedly first-class good hands, but there is still a sense of crisis hidden in his heart.

When Song Yi's figure appeared in the alley and leaned towards Zhanpeng, his heart was finally chaotic, and the hidden sense of crisis finally turned into real panic.

No matter who you are, when you are afraid, you will naturally be in chaos.

Even a very outstanding master like Hao Anying, after he suddenly slammed out the sword momentum and shook Zhan Peng back a few steps, he finally exposed a trace of emptiness, and then the sharp sword took advantage of the void to pass through his abdomen.

The sword flashed over, and the clothes were torn, and it could be seen that the snow-white cotton wool mixed in the thick clothes flew out as if it had been exploded.

This is a cotton jacket that is not too expensive, so it is naturally impossible to protect the flesh and blood of people after the clothes are torn.

A handful of snow-white cotton wool flew out, and then a few blood beads were visibly splashed from the mouth of the torn shirt, and then the two openings of the torn shirt that exposed the cotton wool were instantly soaked in a touch of bright red

That's blood.

Song Yi saw it, Fuyao knew it, Zhanpeng, who staggered backwards and finally sat down on the ground, also saw it, and the injured Hao Anying himself felt it even more!

At the moment when Fuyao cut him and Zhanpeng was repulsed, there was a moment of spatial froze, or should it be said that he had a trace of escape.

This is the only gap that Hao Anying struggled to come out of, and he naturally understands how much this gap is so small that it is almost only a second of a gap for life and death, so although he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his abdomen, his pace of progress was still not stagnant and kicked the solid bluestone slab, and then his whole body jumped

Jumping high over Zhanpeng's lying on the ground, his posture was elegant with a fierce momentum, like a cheetah pounced, in the air he had already taken out his knife, pointing at Song Yi!

His calculation is still the most perfect, erupting - retreating Zhanpeng - taking a move - pounced on Song Yi - injuring or killing - fleeing.

This was still a perfect route, so the powerful and incomparable battle intent in his arrogant eyes stabbed at Song Yi.

Zhanpeng was already standing up the moment his body was moving forward, but the moment Zhanpeng stood up, Hao Anying had already jumped over him, and then Zhanpeng and the pursuing Fuyao showed a posture of chasing side by side, about five steps behind Hao Anying, and Song Yi was seven or eight steps away from Hao Anying

Maybe there were blood beads in the abdomen that splattered out and fell onto the bluestone slab because of Hao Anying's blow that tightened the strength of his whole body, but Hao Anying's eyes only had Song Yi's head.

This is a blow from the peerless, and it is also a blow with no way back.

He's arrogant, he's confident! But it was only an instant, and all the pride and confidence in his eyes turned into a sad color, because he saw Song Yi raise his hand, and then a few cold rays flew towards him after Song Yi waved his hand

Of course, he was still able to calmly block the few flying knives thrown by Song Yi that he could see clearly, but he also knew that he had completely lost the way out of escape.

In an instant, there were a few crisp sounds, and he chose to hit the flying knife instead of choosing to take a few knives and then rush towards Song Yi, this choice was almost a subconscious choice of the human body, even if he wanted to put the blade on Song Yi's neck before he died, it was also a way to live, but the body instinctively did so.

knocked a few flying knives, and his body fell to the ground instantly, his feet stepped on the solid ground, and then twisted his body and swirled the knife

Keng——

At the moment of the crisp sound of the blade exchange, he once again knocked Zhanpeng back a few steps, and even took a few steps back with the force from Zhanpeng's blade, but he still couldn't avoid the flash of shock from Fuyao's instant.

The sword was like lightning, Hao Anying held the knife to block, but after all, because of the haste and slowness, he failed to catch the target of Fuyao's blow, and then the blade missed, only cutting through the air, and then his arm suddenly hurt, and his palm trembled and he couldn't continue to grasp the long knife.

The long knife clattered to the ground, and a wound was drawn out of his arm by the short sword that flew out of the sword, and it was bloodstained in an instant! He raised his leg and continued to kick towards the figure that Fuyao was approaching, but he only saw Fuyao's petite figure dodging his strong kick like a dexterous swallow, and his chest was pressed by Fuyao's small hand, and then the whole person's huge body fell out of the ground as if it had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth the moment it fell to the ground, and then a cold knife almost stuck to his throat as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Song Yi bent over, squatted and stared coldly at Hao Anying's unwilling eyes who happened to fall in front of him, and opened his mouth with a sneer, "Have you thought about it now?" ”

Hao Anying didn't answer, stared at Song Yi coldly, his body slumped and gave up struggling, allowing the pain to invade the nerves in his body.

"I'm guessing you didn't think that maybe you only saw the return that your master promised you, but forgot that you might die too, and that your master might not blink at your loss, don't you think?" Song Yi turned the tip of the flying knife upside down, aimed at his throat and pressed it down slightly, watching the blood come out under the tip of the knife.

"Let me guess again, you're from the capital?" Song Yi saw that Fuyao and Zhanpeng were already standing beside him, so he relaxed the blade slightly, and then continued to ask.

"I won't say that." Hao Anying finally spoke, with an unyielding look in his eyes.

"I'll let you do it!" Song Yi sneered, and then said to Zhan Peng, "Knock him out and take him back first"

Zhan Peng squatted down and pressed down heavily on the acupuncture point on Hao Anying's neck, and then Hao Anying, who was lying on the ground, fainted.

"Let's go, the carriage should be waiting outside the alley by this time." Song Yi said, then turned around and left in a dashing manner, but Fuyao, who was following him, saw that he wiped his palms on the hem of his clothes, and there was no blood! After thinking about it for a while, Fuyao suddenly burst out laughing, and she suddenly understood that Song Yi's action just now should be to wipe the sweat stains on her palm

Song Yi turned his head and asked in amazement, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"So you're scared, too, but it's just a good pretense." Fuyao's eyes blinked, and he teased Song Yi with a playful look.

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The latest chapter of the high-speed debut Merry Exploration Flower, this chapter is the master of pretending to be the one hundred and seventy-eighth chapter! If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!