The two of them crossed the wall, only to see that the figure was standing ten zhang away, and by the moonlight, Leng Tianfeng could see the person's face very clearly. I saw that it was a middle-aged man in his forties, with handsome eyebrows, but his eyes were full of murder, his temples were white, his face was stubble, and he had a sense of vicissitudes, and there was a long scar from the left cheek to the right corner of his mouth, and his face was even more hideous. Dressed in black, it almost blends in with the night, which is indescribably weird.

Leng Tianfeng asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man just sneered, suddenly turned around and ran quickly, after running out of three feet, his body suddenly fell to the ground, his arms supported the ground, and his legs kicked the ground two feet away, and then his hands hit the ground first, and from a distance, it seemed that a wild cat had been running forward, there was an indescribable weirdness. However, although the middle-aged man moved like a cat, his speed was extremely fast, and he was already twenty feet away in a few leaps.

Leng Tianfeng didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly chased forward, but no matter how he rushed, he could never get closer, and he always maintained a distance of twenty zhang between him and the middle-aged man, as if the distance between the two had stagnated and could no longer change.

Leng Tianfeng knew that this time he was alone in Shaolin and there was no leakage, but the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly sent out a secret weapon to help him when he and Qingjing were doing it, if this person was not following him, he had been hiding in Shaolin, so only by catching up with him could he understand the truth, if it was really this person who killed the Shaolin monk, then he would have to pay the price for what he did.

Leng Tianfeng sneered, gathered his internal strength, lifted his breath suddenly, and instantly rushed forward close to five zhang. At this moment, Ming Weilin, who was already a few feet behind Leng Tianfeng, suddenly mobilized his internal strength behind Leng Tianfeng and shouted: "Senior Brother Leng, if my expectations are correct, the person in front of me should be using the 'Cat Escape' technique that the Japanese ninja makes good of. ”

Leng Tianfeng was shocked in his heart, not thinking that the middle-aged man would be a widow. For a moment, his mind turned, and he was even more sure that the person was the one who framed him.

Originally from the Hongwu period of Taizu, the country of Fusang was already in turmoil in the world, and there were countless wars between the vassal states in the country, and the imperial power was in danger, as if the Warring States were present. During the war, countless Japanese warriors became worthless ronins, so these ronins gathered together and crossed the Ming Dynasty to become pirates who plundered the people of the Ming Dynasty. Although there are many looters, the people who come are just some rogues, and even if they gather a crowd, they are not much of a threat to the Ming Dynasty. To this day, although Emperor Xuande Zhu Zhanji is young but resolute, he has no mercy for these rogues, and even ordered Dongchang to assist the officials and troops to exterminate the Japanese robbers. And among these widows, there are also many strong martial arts ronin, so Leng Tianfeng has been sent by Dongchang countless times to assist the border officials and soldiers in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Fujian provinces, so even among the widows, Leng Tianfeng's name is still like death.

Since the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese people have sent Tang envoys countless times to learn the Central Plains culture and bring the Central Plains culture back to Fusang, even after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, they still traded with the later Song and Yuan dynasties. After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Fusang still maintained trade with the Ming Dynasty officially, so the Ming Dynasty was also inhabited by many Fuso merchants. Therefore, there are also many Japanese who rely on their proficiency in Chinese to hide in the market of the Ming Dynasty as a detailed work. Even so, nine times out of ten, these fine works were eradicated by the East Factory and Jinyiwei, so there is an unforgettable enmity against the East Factory and Jinyiwei.

If it is said that the Japanese people hidden in the Ming Dynasty heard that Leng Tianfeng rebelled against Dongchang and fell into the ground, in a vain attempt to kill the martial arts people in the Central Plains and blame Leng Tianfeng, it is also reasonable. After all, there are indeed many strange people among the ninjas of the Japanese people, and it is not impossible to assassinate Shaolin monks.

At this time, Leng Tianfeng was already frosty, he didn't really care what others thought of him, he was born in Jinyiwei and worked in the East Factory for many years, and the comments of the rivers and lakes were really bullshit to him. If it is said that Dongchang did it at this time, then he must be forbearing, after all, Dongchang's power is all over the rivers and lakes, but he alone is difficult to resist. But when he thought that he would be framed by a widow, he was angry in his heart, although his cold son had a bad reputation, but he also had his own arrogance, and it was not his turn to knead it at will, thinking of these unconsciously angry in his heart.

The middle-aged widow was always like a cat, running forward without stopping, although the posture was extremely weird, but Leng Tianfeng and Ming Weilin who followed closely behind him just couldn't get closer.

At this moment, two fires were faintly seen in the distance, and under the rush, the three of them rushed into the Tallinn of the Shaolin Temple, and the two-point firelight was in the Tallinn, and the middle-aged widow accelerated and ran wildly after entering the Tallinn, until the firelight did not stop. At this time, it was clear that there were still five corpses on the ground, all of which had been cut into two ends with a knife, dripping with blood everywhere, and the corpses were even more miserable.

Leng Tianfeng saw that the widow stopped, and secretly said in his heart: "Strange. Therefore he also stopped, and stood five feet away from the widow. He first glanced at a few corpses on the ground, and then carefully looked around, the tower of Shaolin Temple is actually the cemetery where the relics are stored after the cremation of the monks in the temple, so the stone tower here is also high and low, the size is different, only to see two torches one left and one right respectively inserted in the two towers, a tower on the right is larger, I think that the Buddhist cultivation of this monk is extremely high during his lifetime, so the relics after the death will be stored in this stone pagoda.

And at this moment, the stone tower was under the light of the fire, and a few words were clearly written in blood on the body of the tower-The murderer is the cold sword Leng Tianfeng is also.

"Hahaha," Leng Tianfeng suddenly laughed, "Senior Brother Ming, have you seen it, I killed people in Shaolin Temple again, I am really a master of art and bold, and I even left my name." ”

Before Ming Weilin could reply, the middle-aged widow on the other side took the lead in speaking: "Leng Tianfeng, we finally met." The gloomy gaze revealed Sen Han's killing intent, staring at Leng Tianfeng like an eagle falcon, he couldn't help but lick his lips, as if the meat had reached his mouth, which made people want to stop.

"We know each other?" Leng Tianfeng asked rhetorically.

"We don't need to know each other," the widow slowly pulled out a sword from his waist, and laughed twice, "Come on, do it, as long as you can beat me by one move, I will let you kill me, or I will kill you." As he spoke, he pulled a mask from his bosom and put it on his face. The mask was a ghost face, with countless red strings attached to it, like long hair, and the eyes of the Japanese man flashed a faint green light through the mask, which was very strange.

Red-haired, black-headed, blue-eyed, blue-faced, fanged, with a heart as hard as ice and a heart as cold as steel, he is the strongest of the demons - Rakshasa!!

The Japanese man was dressed as if he was one of the Rakshasa ghosts of the twelve heavens of Buddhism Tantra.

"What's your name," Leng Tianfeng asked coldly, "Since you dare to follow me, leave your name." ”

"Left Ming. The man said succinctly, but his name was more like that of the Central Plains.

Leng Tianfeng just held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and was about to pull out the Heavenly Soul Sword, when suddenly a black shadow had arrived in front of him, and the man named Zuo Ming had turned into a black lightning, and crossed the distance of five zhang with lightning speed, and slashed at Leng Tianfeng's neck, the snow-bright blade flashed with the light of flames, mixed with the sound of breaking the sky, as if the air was cut in half.

Leng Tianfeng's mind was blank for a moment, he never expected that there would be such a fast knife technique in the world, his body instinctively took a step back, and he could avoid the knife that cut his throat, even so, the tip of the knife still slashed Leng Tianfeng's throat with a thin scar, if he was a little slower than half a step, he would definitely be in a different place.

Leng Tianfeng's atmosphere was not breathing, the knife was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it slashed at his head and neck again, this time Leng Tianfeng saw it clearly, his hands turned into claws, and grabbed Zuo Ming's arm holding the knife. said that it was too late and that was fast, when he saw that Leng Tianfeng was about to succeed, Zuo Ming's body turned around, and he had already gone around Leng Tianfeng's back in an extremely strange way, slashing down from top to bottom, Leng Tianfeng was not in a hurry to turn back, Leng Tianfeng's left arm turned back and elbowed back, how did he know that Zuo Ming took a side step and flashed, and he had stood on the left side of Leng Tianfeng, Leng Tianfeng had not yet reacted, Zuo Ming's right foot had been kicked out, and Leng Tianfeng's left knee was bent in the middle. Leng Tianfeng only felt that the force of that kick was extremely powerful, Rao was strong in martial arts, but he couldn't dodge it, and his left knee was even weaker and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Leng Tianfeng knelt down on one knee, and he didn't have time to dodge, and that Zuo Ming slashed down from right to left on the left side of Leng Tianfeng, looking like an executioner beheading him from a distance. Seeing that Leng Tianfeng's head was about to hit the ground, Leng Tianfeng hurriedly raised his left hand, and the knife slashed at his left arm. Who knew that the fierce knife actually didn't cut off his left arm, and he took the opportunity to roll out close to the ground, and he had already pulled out the Heavenly Soul Sword between the rolls.

Zuo Ming was also shocked when he saw this, his knife was so powerful that even a buffalo could be broken in two, but who had ever slashed at Leng Tianfeng's arm like a stubborn stone, just cutting off his sleeve, it was really weird.

It is really Leng Tianfeng's luck, he has learned the art of the Ghost Yanmen of Kunlun Mountain since he was younger, and the Zhenshan stunt of the Ghost Yanmen is the Ghost Yan Claw, which makes everyone in the rivers and lakes frightened, and the people who practice the Ghost Yan Claw must inject the Gang Qi into their arms, so the people of the Ghost Yanmen are invulnerable to both arms, and the "Golden Bell Jar" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" in the rivers and lakes have the same effect.

Leng Tianfeng turned over and stood up, but he was extremely angry in his heart, his martial arts are strong, needless to say, he has always killed other people in the rivers and lakes in a few moves, and there has never been such a messy time, he will almost kill him in a few moves one after another, at this time he has a long sword in his hand, but in anger, even the hand holding the sword trembles angrily. Leng Tianfeng snorted angrily, his body was like the wind, the long sword stabbed straight through, his anger turned into murderous aura, and the sword move was full of killing intent, like a violent wind and rain, enveloping Zuo Ming's body, wanting to cut him under the sword.