The pirates rushed to the door of Han Feng and Zhan Fan's house like a tidal wave, and then couldn't take a step forward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The aisle on the second floor of the inn was very narrow, and although Han Feng and Zhan Fan were not fat, they were standing back to back, and with the weapons in their hands, they could just stop the pirates' attacks.

One by one, short or short bodies were planted from the wooden railing of the aisle to the downstairs, falling on all sides, breaking tendons and fractures. In addition to those who fell downstairs, of course, there were also those who were stabbed to death by sword slashes, but once these people fell, they would be kicked aside by the people behind them in an instant, and even some who were not dead were squeezed and crowded, but aggravated their injuries and died with a whimper.

Zhan Fan's swordsmanship is still sharp. Han Feng glanced at it with his spare eyes in his busy schedule, but he felt that his eyesight couldn't see clearly how he made a move and how he hurt people. He could only see the shadow of the sword like a waning moon, shooting out silver rays in his hands, and those silver rays divided the pirates around him into countless parts, some large and some small, scattered, and the blood fell like a rain of flowers.

Han Feng's kung fu is naturally not as good as Zhan Fan, even with Bai Tong, his strength can surpass Zhan Fan, but his swordsmanship can't beat him.

The reason why he said that his swordsmanship was not better than Zhan Fan's was because Han Feng didn't have swordsmanship at all.

What he has is just a simple and unpretentious sword. At the moment when the sword is released, all I have in my heart is "either you die or I die". He relied on his most fundamental nature to make judgments, and then used all his strength to stab the fastest sword at the most opportune time, which was labor-saving and effective.

All this was in Zhan Fan's eyes, which made him amazed.

He always thought that what he lacked was the control of strength and the grasp of timing, and Han Feng's movements, although not beautiful in his eyes, were practical and made up for these two deficiencies.

Dealing with pirates was not a problem for Zhan Fan, so while he killed people at will, he focused more on learning Han Feng to kill.

Han Feng didn't notice the envy in Zhan Fan's eyes, if he saw it, he would probably break out in a cold sweat. Because Zhan Fan's eyes clearly revealed a kind of fanaticism, a kind of admiration with envy in the fanaticism.

Before this, although Zhan Fan said, "I must surpass you in a month", he didn't know what he actually wanted to surpass Han Feng, and at this moment, in the bloody battle on the second floor of the inn, he clearly understood.

It's just that he didn't know that Han Feng could have today's strain, in addition to Bai Tong's assistance, the most fundamental thing was the instinct that he had cultivated in a hundred battles. Having experienced many lives and deaths, and gradually improving the force at the moment of life and death, this unforgettable memory is far clearer and deeper than the self-cultivation in the mountains.

It took Han Feng and Zhan Fan about an hour to "massacre" the pirates, and the wooden floor on the second floor of the inn was sticky with blood, and it was a little slippery when walking. And the pirate, who has always boasted that he is not afraid of life and death, and is brave and invincible, has finally learned to be a little more obedient, and intends to look at the two murderers in front of him who seem to never stop with a different eye.

The pirates had always thought that the soldiers of Qinghe City were encircling and suppressing the mountain bandits, and the reinforcements of the Wind City Huadu were still a hundred miles away, and they had thought that the strongest resistance they would receive would be five or six days later, and they were mentally prepared to face such a vicious battle, even if they would die, even if they would die very badly.

But after all the calculations, I didn't expect that the most terrifying and tenacious resistance I encountered after going ashore would be in such a small inn. And the rebels were just two handsome-looking men.

The two handsome-looking men were now covered in blood, but not a drop of their own, and that alone made the pirates feel weird.

They don't feel scared when facing people, but if they are facing monsters, it's a different story.

In their eyes, Han Feng and Zhan Fan were undoubtedly two monsters.

After getting the "accurate" judgment that they were stupid enough to fight the monster for an hour, the pirates finally broke down. One of them screamed, and then many screamed, and then, like a group of big girls who had been broken into the bathhouse by men, covered their faces and bodies, and ran out of the inn crying.

If they were really big girls, if there were other big people in the inn, they would definitely think that Han Feng and Zhan Fan had slighted them ruthlessly.

Han Feng and Zhan Fan glanced at each other, smiled helplessly, and then rubbed the soles of their shoes on the dead corpse, picked a relatively clean place on the ground to settle down, and walked down the inn without hurrying.

The pirates who escaped from the inn brought more companions. These unexplained "poor people" thought that the people who had just entered the inn had gone crazy en masse, so they rushed in to show off their strength.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they were shocked by the chaos in the inn.

The two men walked towards them with a smile on their faces, like a soul messenger running out of hell, and walked calmly and calmly. They don't look like people who have come to kill, but they have a terrifying murderous aura on their bodies, which makes people shudder.

"Brother Han, I want to compare. Zhan Fan blew off a string of blood beads on the iron sword and scratched his head innocently.

Han Feng's scalp tightened for a while: "What's more?"

Zhan Fan smiled: "I didn't count just now." From now on, there are more people than whoever kills. I want to see how much worse I'm than you. Wait a month and see if I can catch up with you. ”

Han Feng let out an "oh", and then laughed because he was relaxed. It turns out that Zhan Fan has always said that the competition is this, thank God, as long as he doesn't have to compete one-on-one with himself, everything is easy to say.

Han Feng nodded, kicked the ground under his feet, and rushed into the pirate formation like a shuttle: "One!"

The little prince followed.

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The 800 pirates who were the first to attack Rutong Town were inexplicably wiped out, and the pirate leader who received the latest battle report was stunned for half an hour before he remembered to ask the most important thing: "How many enemies are there?"

If Zhan Fan and Han Feng were present, they would definitely be surprised to find that this pirate leader was speaking Dai Guo, and this person stood out from the crowd of pirates who were half the height of a child, and it was obvious that he was a generation.

The pirate who returned the favor shouted and gestured in a half-baked pronoun, and finally made it clear: "There are only two enemies. ”

"Two?"

The leader froze.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, then he turned his gaze to the blurred Sky Mountain in the distance.

Legend has it that there is a sword fairy on Yunxiao Mountain. With the sword through the gods, with one enemy ten thousand. Could it be that the top of the mountain that towers into the sky is really inhabited?

And when the pirate leader turned his puzzled eyes to Yunxiao Mountain, Han Feng was asking Zhan Fan his mentor: "Little Prince, do you only learn swordsmanship?"

"No, no. Zhan Fan chewed on a nest that he had finally turned over from the stove of a family in Rutong, swallowed it heavily, and rolled his eyes, "I've learned a lot! The main thing is how to kill people, how to deal with corpses......

Han Feng smiled and looked at the peak in the distance, and a crazy old man with blood grinning appeared in front of him, and then he was startled by his own bold imagination, secretly thinking that the legendary sword immortal should never be this strange appearance.

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