The pedestrians who had been wandering around the market for a long time, having bought enough goods, had their eyes full, and were grumbling with hunger. Hearing the shouting, I couldn't help but run to the stall and sit down, and ate beautifully.

At this moment, a group of characters came in the middle of the street, and a group of 100 people were all high-headed horses, majestic.

The middle-aged man in the lead, in his forties, has strong eyebrows, and is heroic and domineering. Dressed in a black military uniform, holding a blue-handled dragon sword, riding a handsome black-maned horse, his sharp eyes patrolled around, majestic and inviolable.

This person is Yan Qingfeng, the head of the Qingfeng Dart Bureau! He had just returned from a dart trip in the field, and he didn't know that Yan Feiyang was dead. Riding through the streets, returning to the Breeze Dart Bureau.

As soon as the group arrived in the center of the market, the square crowded with vendors in front of them suddenly exploded! Suddenly the smoke was filled, and the wind and sand were gone!

The people in the square were frightened by this sudden explosion. Many people crawled and screamed and ran in all directions. Some of them went straight to the table, shivering.

Yan Qingfeng and the others immediately stopped and looked at the past vigilantly!

But see, the smoke screen has dispersed, and a black head has been hung on the flagpole of the square!

Yan Qingfeng looked at it fixedly, and suddenly realized that the head on the flagpole was a little familiar. When I looked at it again, my eyes widened suddenly, and my whole body couldn't stop trembling! Stepping on the horse's head and flying up, he took off the head on the flagpole, took it in his hand and took a closer look, sure enough, it was his son Yan Feiyang!

"Ahh Flying!!! Who killed me! I want his whole family to pay for it! ”

Yan Qingfeng looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and his voice came out for miles. The surrounding people were shocked by this powerful internal strength, and their heads were dizzy and they fell to the ground one after another. Yan Qingfeng's subordinates were also panicked, full of doubts!

How can it be! Not to mention, within a radius of 300 miles from the Qingfeng Dart Bureau, no one dares to provoke! Speaking alone, with Yan Feiyang's light skills and internal strength, who can kill him?

Yan Qingfeng howled angrily, grabbed Yan Feiyang's head and jumped back on horseback, ignoring the pedestrians on the street, and galloped towards Feiyang Villa!

At this time, in the villa, several masters of the Qingfeng Dart Bureau were still anxiously waiting for Yan Feiyang's news. They still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts that Yan Feiyang has not died yet!

Last night, Yan Feiyang disappeared in the bamboo forest, and the scene was covered in blood. The dart bureau sent thousands of families and dart masters to search for every inch of bamboo forest in the backyard! Half a day has passed, and no news has been returned.

At this time, there was a sharp sound of horses' hooves outside the square. Everyone heard that this was the sound of Yan Qingfeng's mount, and they all hurriedly went out to greet them. When he came to the outside of the hall, he saw Yan Qingfeng running on a horse with a human head in his hand, and they all panicked immediately.

Yan Qingfeng dismounted in front of the hall, ignored everyone's greetings, and strode back to the hall.

When he came to the hall, he sat down on the big seat violently, threw Yan Feiyang's head to the ground, and shouted: "Who did it?" ”

Everyone looked down and took a closer look, and the head on the ground was Yan Feiyang! Immediately, all of them turned white, and they were silent for a while.

The seventh hall master Tie Feng knelt on the ground, tilted his head in shame, hugged his fists and said: "It is not good for me to protect the young master!" Tie Feng has no face to face, only to die and apologize! ”

knew that Yan Qingfeng was ruthless, if he didn't die, the whole family would not be able to live. Tie Feng did not hesitate, took out the dagger in his arms and stabbed it into his heart!

There was a "dang" sound, and the dagger was knocked down by a dart.

Yan Qingfeng looked at Tie Feng and said coldly: "Don't be in a hurry to die first!" I want to know everything! Say! How did Fluffy die? ”

Tie Feng sighed "sigh", and could only tell the truth about last night's situation.

After hearing this, Yan Qingfeng frowned, and said hatefully: "It was his arrogance that led to his end!" It seems that Feiyang is being targeted. Being able to break through the heavy guards and formations of my villa shows that he is not a small person. Whoever dares to touch my son, I will pay for his whole family's life! Tie Feng, I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins, you immediately go to Hua Yingdang Kidnapping and contact Night Chasing Wind! I want him to find out who killed my son within three days!" ”

Iron Wind was like an amnesty, grateful, and hurriedly said: "Yes! Be! I'll do it! ”

Chasing the wind at night, the third-ranked killer in the underworld, nicknamed "Silent Night Death"!

It is rumored that any murder case, as long as he comes, the truth will be revealed within a day. and Wang Luochuan's ability, but he can compete. It's just that he has a weird personality and cruel methods. He will kill at night, and he will not stop until he destroys all the people! In this way, it has the name of "Silent Night Death".

Night Chasing Wind used to be a swing killer, alone, and had no belonging. Since two years ago, for some reason, he has been caught in the hands of Bai Fengmen, the world's first killer. However, it is not easy to move him. One costs a lot of money, and the other requires him to be interested in the object of the assassination.

Yan Qingfeng was rare and benevolent, and Tie Feng was lucky enough to pick up a life. He didn't even dare to eat, so he changed three fast horses and rushed to Liuyang County, Wucheng, five hundred miles away! The next morning, we arrived at our destination.

The autumn wind swirls and the reeds are yellow. In front of the ferry, a large wooden boat was parked, and a lame old man was lying on the deck!

The old man's face was the color of sauce, with deep wrinkles, his hair was mottled and scattered, and he was wearing a dirty, torn cotton robe. Seeing that he was holding dry tobacco in his mouth, swallowing white mist, lame and cross-legged Erlang's legs, and a wine gourd on his head, he looked comfortable and comfortable!

Hearing the horse's hooves coming in a hurry, the old man opened his eyes and glanced at the visitor.

Tie Feng jumped off his horse and ran to the old man, not bothering to wipe the sweat from his head. Hurriedly took out a wad of scattered banknotes, respectfully held it in front of the old man, and said, "Senior, you are lame." This is a silver ticket of 10,000 taels, juniors, please see the night chasing the wind. My head of the family has an urgent matter to ask him. ”

The old man put the cigarette holder in his mouth, picked up the silver ticket and counted it in front of his face. Seeing that the number was not bad, he stuffed the money into his bosom, and without saying a word, got up and picked up the oars and rowed. The water is rippling, and the wooden boat is moving slowly towards the water.

The boat travels more than two miles away, surrounded by reeds, and the water swings are continuous and intertwined, like a labyrinth. Tie Feng had already seen that he was dizzy, and he couldn't tell the north and the south. I know that this is the magic of the cherry blossoms. If you don't know the inside secrets, it will be difficult for outsiders to break in for a few days.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Tie Feng's face could not hide his anxiety. He knew that if he didn't agree to go to Qicheng after chasing the wind at night, he would definitely die. I was in a hurry, and I didn't dare to talk to the old man. The man in this killing door is the most eccentric, and if you say a word, he can throw you off the boat.

The wooden boat traveled through the water for half an hour. Suddenly, a large wooden boat mottled and scarred with blades appeared in the reeds ahead! On the board, one person sits cross-legged!

His person is dressed in black, with short hair and a masked face, and a hat on his head. He was no more than thirty years old. A short blade in his waist and a black sword on his back! Although he couldn't see his appearance, he felt cold and full of murderous intent. Looking at this figure, it must be the third killer in the world to chase the wind at night.

The lame Li turned and rocked the boat, and his eyes were still closed after chasing the wind at night.

The old man stopped the wooden boat, sat down and re-stuffed the tobacco pot with tobacco, and tasted the taste of tobacco carefully.

Tie Feng stepped forward and clenched his fists, bent down to salute, and said in a humble tone: "Under Tie Feng." The breeze dart game is seven masters. Come to bother, don't blame the young man. Yan Feiyang, the young master of my family, was assassinated by gangsters, and he didn't even see his body. Yan Qingfeng, the head of my family, is willing to pay 30,000 taels of silver to ask the young man to come forward to find out the real culprit. I don't know, can the young man help? ”

After Tie Feng finished speaking, he bent over, arched his hands, and was so humble that he didn't dare to move! I panicked, and beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. Tonight's answer to Chasing the Wind is his life and death order!

Chasing the wind at night without making a sound, he still sat quietly alone. Seeing this, the lame Li crutched his mouth twice and took two puffs of cigarette! He bit the cigarette holder and rocked the boat and slowly left.

Seeing that the night chasing the wind did not answer, Tie Feng was overjoyed! It is rumored that Night Chasing Wind has a strange personality, and if you don't speak, you will agree. But if he speaks, it will be difficult for those who come to leave alive. In this way, his life has been saved.

After lunch, the chief catcher was noisy again!

Huo Zhan and the Eighteen Wolf Guards of the Wuwang Mansion were all killed, and their bodies were burned to charcoal. How cruel! What a strange thing! What's even more strange is that the famous Qingfeng Dart Bureau is less in charge, and Yan Feiyang, the soul-chasing golden spirit hero, was also killed, and his head was also hung on the flagpole to show the public! Such a miracle is incredible!

Yellow cuttlefish, Zhao Liang, and Qin Lang were standing together, discussing lively. The death of Zhengtian Shile is like a fallen leaf yesterday, and no one remembers it. And such a major event as the Wuwang Mansion and the Qingfeng Dart Bureau is afraid that it will not be discussed in a lifetime.