Boom!

Facing this guy who suddenly popped out, Song Yifei did not hesitate to pull out the stainless steel long sword that had just been withdrawn.

"Don't be a hero...... Ahem...... Hands-on! in the lower six door sections...... Ahem...... Segment...... Duan Wuya!"

The black shadow stood up strongly, and Song Yifei saw his true face clearly, a middle-aged man with black eye circles, loose hair, and a bloody face.

"The six doors of the imperial court, why should I believe you?"

Song Yifei waited for the battle, was on guard, and did not relax his vigilance because of the other party's few words and miserable appearance.

The six doors are a special side branch of the imperial court. Usually only takes over the gang struggles in the rivers and lakes and has long been wanted by the government, and at the same time has considerable friendships with various major factions, and has decisive power in the court and the rivers and lakes.

They can be said to be the characters in the court, the figures in the court.

The façade of the rivers and lakes belonging to the Daqian Dynasty is strong and not weaker than any major sect.

The Daqian Dynasty and the Jianghu sect are a relationship of love and killing.

When the threat grows, they huddle together, and when the threat becomes smaller, they fight among themselves.

In recent years, the Demon Gate and the Jin Kingdom where the Demon Gate is located have become increasingly powerful. In order to deal with this threat, the Jianghu sect and the imperial court are temporarily in the honeymoon period.

Wudang, the head of Shaolin, has received the canonization of today's saints.

However, in this environment of great unity, there are still conflicts between the people at the bottom and the six gates.

With Song Yifei's character, let alone six doors, even if he is a disciple of Wudang, he will not trust it at will.

"This is my ...... Ahem...... Tokens!Hero, please see...... Ahem!"

Duan Wuya took out a jade carving token from his body and gently threw it at Song Yifei, and because the action touched the injury, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

Faced with the token thrown over, Song Yifei did not reach out to borrow it, but moved backwards and dodged it.

In martial arts novels, there are many villains who like to poison things like tokens.

Smack!

The token fell to the ground and shattered into three petals!

The air is still!

"Well, do you have anything else to prove your identity?"

Looking at Duan Wuya, who was sluggish, Song Yifei said with some embarrassment.

What the hell did you know, this thing is so fragile?

In other words, can't you just take two steps and hand over such a fragile thing?

Let you litter, now it's okay!

Fortunately, Duan Wuya didn't know what Song Yifei was thinking, otherwise he might be angry to death.

Knowing that the matter was irreparable, Duan Wuya could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

"Hero...... Ahem, don't believe me...... It doesn't matter, bother you to take this letter...... Ahem...... Delivered to the nearest six-door branch...... The court will be grateful!"

Duan Wuya took out another letter paper from his body, which was obviously hastily folded, and threw it towards Song Yifei with his two fingers.

In the face of the flying letterhead, Song Yifei still chose to dodge instead of reaching out to pick it up.

Who knows, whether the other party is doing the same trick again!

"This kind of thing, you better send it yourself!

Song Yifei didn't read the content of the letter, nor did he ask Duan Wuya why he believed him, and directly retreated and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly arrived behind Duan Wuya.

"Little ......"

As soon as Song Yifei wanted to remind Duan Wuya, he saw a short knife with a cold light pop out of the black shadow's hand and slash through Duan Wuya's neck.

Poof!

Duan Wuya's blood-stained head fell from his body and rolled twice on the ground. Because the black shadow moved too fast, Duan Wuya's eyes were still in a state of confusion, and Song Yifei saw his mouth move twice.

Killing Duan Wuyan's black shadow, he took two steps back lightly, dodging the blood that erupted from the break.

Whether the black shadow is as fast as a ghost, or the crisp and ruthless knife technique, it brings a huge sense of threat to Song Yifei, and he must be twenty points of spirit and deal with it carefully.

Boom!

As soon as the black shadow looked at Song Yifei, Song Yifei threw the steel sword in his hand to the ground, bent his knees, poofed, and fell to the ground.

"Don't kill me, seniors! I don't know him! I'm just a passer-by, making soy sauce! Look, I dropped all the tokens he gave me! Believe, I didn't ask for them! Even if my seniors don't come, I'm going to kill him, this guy doesn't look like a good person, and he gets a bloody face at night, and it's scary here......"

"Huh?"

Blood Sixteen, who originally wanted to be wiped out with Song Yifei, saw Song Yifei's extremely soft and shameless actions, and the footsteps he had just raised stopped again.

He has carried out hundreds of missions in the Blood Killing Palace, and it is the first time he has seen such a strange guy.

"You don't want to know his identity?" Blood Sixteen sneered hoarsely.

"I don't want to!"

Song Yifei lay on the ground with five bodies on the ground, and said in a crisp tone.

"You don't want to know why I killed him?"

"I don't want to!"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You are a respected old-timer!"

“......”

I've never seen such a brazen person!

"Give me the letter!"

Blood Sixteen took off the hood that covered his face, and a cruel sneer appeared on his grim face.

"Senior, you better take it yourself! I'm afraid I accidentally see the contents inside!"

Song Yifei didn't dare to raise his head and said.

"Huh!"

Blood Sixteen laughed dumbly, how afraid of death this guy is.

"Pick it up, I won't kill you!"

Killing is definitely meant to be killed, but it's rare to meet such an interesting guy, and Blood Sixteen thinks it's fun to tease him before killing.

"Thank you, seniors! Thank you, seniors! After I go home, I will definitely set up an immortal tablet for my seniors, pray every day, and incense every day!"

Song Yifei snorted and cried, picked up the letter paper tremblingly, and prepared to hand it to Blood Sixteen.

Give a killer a longevity card, and you can figure it out.

Blood Sixteen is considered to have completely subdued this soft egg, and his vigilance has dropped by half.

"The tablet is ...... You...... Gollum!"

stretched out his left hand to prepare to receive the letter, but when he saw Song Yifei who was about to come to him, his foot slipped and hit his arms.

Blood Sixteen, who was alarmed in his heart, instinctively wanted to swing his sword to resist, but the two were too close, and Song Yifei moved too fast, and as soon as he swung halfway, he was hit by seven swords.

Clang!

Song Yifei slashed his short sword, blocked Blood Sixteen's hasty attack, dodged and retreated to the side, far away.

"I'm sorry! I'm used to using swordsmanship, and I'm stabbing a bit too much!"

At this time, Song Yifei was still afraid and timid, only with an indifferent face.

"Despicable...... Grunt...... Villain...... Gollum!"

The blood in his face was full of anger, and the blood in his mouth was like a water pipe with a hole, constantly flowing out.

"Ahem, little brother, what you're saying is a bit ugly! I'm just replacing some of my physical strength with my brain!"

Being able to defeat the enemy unscathed, and he only needs to pretend to be cowardly, this is too good a deal.

In his previous life, in order to make money, he could make himself up as a beautiful woman as an Internet celebrity, and he could shout delicately to pick his feet and pick his feet.

The three-year group performance in Hengdian is not in vain!

The Japanese imp he played, the son, can be put together to form an 800-episode series.

As for kneeling - after all, the dead are great!

"You...... Gollum!"

Blood Sixteen vomited blood angrily by Song Yifei's words, it was really vomiting blood!

Nima: Just now it's called an old-timer, but now it's called a little brother!

Do you still have a bit of a bear face?!

It's a pity that Blood Sixteen was too seriously injured, and all the seven swords hit the vital point, and he didn't have a chance to complain about Song Yifei, as a large amount of blood passed, he quickly became unconscious, fell to the ground, and soon lost his vitality completely.

Poof!

After Blood Sixteen lost its vitality, Song Yifei went up to make up for the three swords again, making up for perfection.

"The first time I killed someone, I didn't feel anything? Could it be that I was too deep in the play!"

Song Yifei shook his head and didn't continue to dwell on this issue. After wiping the short sword on Blood Sixteen's body, he put it away again.

Song Yifei, who is deeply influenced by martial arts novels, naturally does not carry only a sword when he goes out.

After all, most of his kung fu is on the sword.

In addition to the Wudang standard steel long sword in his hand, he also has a short sword on his chest, two daggers on each leg, and five flying knives hidden in his arms, which can be used as a sword at a critical time.

It was a troublesome thing to dispose of the corpse, but fortunately, there was a special corpse powder on the body of Blood Sixteen, which saved Song Yifei the effort of digging a pit and filling the soil.

After scraping the valuable things on the two people, the corpses were melted away, and the clothes were buried, no one knew that there had been a "singing and crying" battle here.

Sure that there was nothing missing, Song Yi flew to the location where Wu Jiujiu and the three people were, and opened the letter paper by the way on the way, and checked the contents with the help of starlight.