"Want my knife?" Song Luo chuckled and hooked his hand, "Okay, come here, kill me, it's yours." ”

After that, he did not advance but retreated, and slowly retreated with people.

"Despicable!" Tan Gang scolded angrily.

There was an iron thistle they had buried in front of them, they knew the location, but they didn't know it on their side, and the dark thorns all over the ground were easy to step on during the day, let alone before the darkest dawn, and the light of the torch alone was not of much use.

"Hold on for a while. Xu Wenyao said.

It's almost dawn, and it's much better to do it again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Song Luo's ridicule floated over.

"Why don't you come? Are you afraid? The top disciples of Cangshan, the first major faction in the martial arts, will also be afraid?

The Blood Knife Gate laughed in unison, and all the colors on this side of Diancang Mountain changed.

Yu Daring and Tan Li were the most anxious, and they were about to go up when they raised their blades, but Zhao Kang stood in front of them: "Don't move, such a clumsy radical method is tricked, do you two want to stupidly kill me?"

Yu Daring gasped and endured it, Tan Li was not familiar with Zhao Kang, and he kept looking at him unpleasantly, so he immediately stretched out his hand and pushed it.

"He dares to humiliate Cangshan, you can bear it, I can't bear it, get out of the way!"

Zhao Kang turned sideways, Tan Li didn't look at the steps to leave, Tan Gang grabbed him: "Stay honest!"

"Brother!"

"Shut up!" Tan Gang scolded in a low voice, "People have set traps for you to step on, you know that not only do you not hide but also take the initiative to step on it, you are full of food, and you are too long?"

Tan Li was unconvinced: "But they humiliate the sect so much, how can we sit idly by?"

"I can't drop a piece of your flesh if I say two words, and if I say more, I can't tell you to die? Let them say, just cut them all down later, and stay honest with me now, and wait for dawn." Tan Gang said lightly, holding the hilt of the sword tightly and tightly, obviously his mood was not as calm as he appeared.

Song Luo provoked a few words to no avail, and his eyes turned and fell on Feng Zhiping.

Looking at Feng Zhiping, and then at You Shuang'er who was standing side by side, he smiled evilly, and said lightly: "Don't you want my knife, why don't you come?" Oh, I know, it turns out that the beauty is on the side, and you want to be a flower messenger." Yes, it's really good, look at my eyes, such a little beauty didn't even look at it last night. Love beauty is better than treasure blade, I didn't expect you to be a lover, okay, for your heart, I promise you to kill her later, I will let her completely understand the beauty of being a woman, and it will be in vain for her to walk in the world. ”

The cold aura on You Shuang'er's body instantly became three times stronger, and the rolling killing intent made the people around him frown, and subconsciously turned sideways slightly.

So bearable?

Song Luo raised his eyebrows, thought about it, and took out a paper bag from his arms and shook it: "Do you know what this is? Let's play a game later, I'll feed her, and see if she'll look for you or me when she's lost her mind. I guess she's looking for me, don't you think?"

You Shuang'er suddenly calmed down, slowly drew his sword, and said softly: "You are dead." ”

Just as he was about to tell Feng Zhiping to wait and leave people to himself, the figure around him flashed, Feng Zhiping had already rushed out, You Shuang'er was suddenly shocked: "Come back!"

Get back?

How can it be!

I have always been a bully when I grow so big, how can I be bullied, not to mention that it is my future wife who is bullied!

"Die!!"

Feng Zhiping leaped forward, and slashed the top of his skull with his sword in mid-air.

Song Luo laughed and raised his knife to usher in it, and retreated quickly with his sword, moving left and right with light steps, revealing the dangerous crystal bridge deck below.

Feng Zhiping missed a sword, turned over and landed, and landed accurately on the position where Song Luo was standing before, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in the soles of his feet when he stepped on it, and hurriedly turned around to stop the falling momentum and only stepped on half of it, and the long sword made a crooked golden rooster independent.

Hell, this yin man actually stepped on an iron thistle terrestris to lure himself into a trick!

Song Luo saw Feng Zhiping hit the move, his heart was happy, and he retreated and raised his knife to kill, the cold and bright long knife swallowed the crimson knife, and it was as fast as lightning and went straight to the neck.

"It's you who died!"

"Dreaming!"

The tips of the sword and the tips of the toes of the sword were all in unison, Feng Zhiping jumped up in the air to let the long knife pass, and when the opponent slashed back, the sword point ground jumped into the air again, and the direction was where it came from.

"Want to run?!"

How could Song Luo be by him, his short body chased after him first, and slashed Feng Zhiping, who had nowhere to borrow his strength in the fall, seeing that he was about to splash blood on the spot, his heart suddenly chilled, and he instinctively leaned back.

A golden light slashed against the tip of his nose, and another one took away a trace of flesh and blood against his chest, and when he caught a glimpse of You Shuang'er lifting his sword to kill, he suddenly sneered: "Take her down for me!"

The five fellow disciples were waiting for an opportunity, and immediately rushed forward when they heard the words, You Shuang'er was afraid that the thistle terrestris had to slow down, seeing that he was about to be surrounded by five people, his pretty face was cold, and he threw the golden needle again and again as if he didn't want money.

With her help, Feng Zhiping was able to breathe, adjust the direction and stand on the guardrail.

In front was Song Luo, who was smiling and killing, and behind was the cold abyss, but most of his thoughts were concerned in the other direction.

"You go out first, it's dawn soon, don't be reckless!"

"Have the face to say me!" You Shuang'er threw the last golden needle, and flew up to the guardrail like Feng Zhiping with a sword. The first Chinese network

Feng Zhiping couldn't persuade her, and when he saw that the others were also rushing over, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't come here, throw the torch in, and talk about it when it's dawn!"

Where are a few people willing to listen, Zhao Kang and Xu Hao have good courage, one left and one right jumped on the guardrails on both sides and rushed quickly, and the others asked themselves if they had this ability, so they slowly advanced step by step, and no one was willing to retreat.

Feng Zhiping wanted to persuade again, but Song Luo didn't give him a chance, and the long knife swept down the road repeatedly.

Behind him was an abyss, Feng Zhiping said that it was false, he had to concentrate on coping, stepping on the railing with the width of his feet, jumping like a rabbit, and avoiding the long knife again and again.

At this moment, he is extremely grateful that he is a cripple, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cultivate his internal strength and could only concentrate on his external strength, he would never have honed such a solid foundation, and his bottom plate was as stable as a mountain.

Song Luo missed repeatedly, and the evil fire in his heart was rushing, this person was injured in one foot and it was so difficult to deal with, he was really embarrassed.

Suddenly, he had a plan, and turned his knife to slash the guardrail.

The guardrail, like the wooden planks for paving, is made of green oka wood, and this wood is hard, but it is for normal conditions, and the quasi-innate treasure knife can not be stopped, and it is almost broken in response.

"Grass, you shameless thing!"

Feng Zhiping scolded, seeing that the back road was cut off, he didn't dare to land, so he could only turn around and rush back along the railing.

Suddenly, the bridge loomed, and the railing was about to jump off the ground, when a familiar "whoosh" sound suddenly floated in the wind, and he was shocked to change color, and he didn't want to bend and jump out of the bridge.

A feathered arrow snuggled past his waist and was nailed into the ground as he grabbed the railing, and the whole arrow was gone.

"Cold arrows, there is an ambush!"

Song Luo was startled when he followed behind, and subconsciously thought that there were reinforcements coming from Diancangshan, and he didn't think about who the target of this arrow was, and no one cared about cutting it, so he loudly reminded the same door to retreat sideways and watch out for the front and back.

Feng Zhiping grabbed the guardrail and was about to turn back to the bridge deck, but there was another soft sound in the wind, and the afterglow swept the arrow path, he dispelled his thoughts and turned over and moved sideways, not wanting the mountain wind to blow too the arrow path, and the arrows that had already made the past tremble and faintly pointed to his chest.

Miserable!

urged the dantian with all his strength, and transported the yuan force of his whole body to prepare for a hard blow, and the next moment there was a soft sound from Duo, and the arrow passed through the body, but it didn't hurt on his body.

"Haha!!"

Looking down, Feng Zhiping was happy, only to see the arrow nailed into the bridge under his armpit, and he was so lucky that he didn't even scratch his clothes.

Good luck this time, not necessarily next time, Feng Zhiping didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly turned back to the bridge with both hands.

At this time, Song Luo also realized that something was wrong, it seemed that the person who shot the cold arrow was not the person who pointed to Cangshan, but the person who wanted to kill the person from Cangshan, seeing that Feng Zhiping turned over, he was still a little unsure of the other party's intentions, worried that there was fraud and did not block it, so he only grabbed the first few steps to let Feng Zhiping block the way of the arrow, and then he was able to make a knife.

At this time, the dawn finally pierced through the darkness, illuminating the cold blade covered with fishy light, and also illuminating the ground.

A sword picked up the long knife, quickly swept the surroundings, and saw that the vicinity of the foothold was quite clean, Feng Zhiping stood still, guarding the square inch of the place and refusing to move the nest if you were cut by arrows.

Seeing that the sun was slowly rising, the sky was completely bright, and the thumb-sized black thistle terrestris couldn't be hidden, Song Luo was secretly annoyed, but also a little happy.

After a few cold arrows, he had already determined that the other party's target was indeed Feng Zhiping and not himself, in line with the principle that the enemy's enemy is a friend, he constantly adjusted his offensive to force Feng Zhiping to show his back and have no time to take care of his back, for him, it doesn't matter if he killed the person, the important thing is that the person will die in front of him, and all the things on his body belong to him.

There is no need for words, action is the best communication, Song Luo and the killer cooperate more and more tacitly, forcing Feng Zhiping's heels to always wander on the edge of the bridge deck.

Just when he thought he was sure of victory, the afterglow suddenly swept a cold glow, he subconsciously thought that the killer deliberately shot and wanted to kill him too, scolded in his heart, shook his body to get out of the way, the knife in his hand stopped, and continued to greet Feng Zhiping along the same road.

Unexpectedly, the arrow shook and turned around, and the landing point was still aimed at his neck.

He thought it was the wind, and secretly scolded the thief Lao Tiankeng, and the long knife slowly staggered and let it go, but the arrow shook and changed direction again, and the landing point was still the key point near his neck.

"Something!"

didn't care about Feng Zhiping, he went back to pick the knife, confident that he would be hit, but he didn't want the arrow to shake the blow like he was alive, and it swept over his shoulder dangerously, taking away a piece of flesh.

"Bastard!!"

Holding his shoulders and withdrawing, he finally saw its true face when the arrow retracted, what kind of arrow it was, it was the strange gate that few people on the rivers and lakes - rope darts!

The owner of the rope dart is Zhao Kang, he floated in, the corners of his mouth were contemptuous, the dart head turned around and charged again, and the movements were smooth and extraordinary.

Song Luo saw it clearly this time, but he was also dazzled, only to see that the silver mark like a snake's head was more flexible than the real snake, and it changed seven times on the way, and the thin locks like the snake body continued to stack its heavy silver waves, from his point of view, it was like looking at a kaleidoscope, and like looking at a silver python that was winding its body and ready to go, the fantastic scene made people almost forget the idea of resisting.

"Get out!" Fortunately, Song Luo was not a mortal, and he retreated quickly with a roar, and the long knife protected him and danced in front of him.

With a clanging sound, the knife curtain opened the dart head, and Song Luo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that the rope dart was not retracted by its owner as before, but pursued it again and again with the surging chains, and it was completely exhausted six times before it retracted.

The whole process seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was lightning, Song Luo took advantage of the gap to withdraw his whole body sweating, and looked at Zhao Kang and his rope dart with a violent breath, and there was a sense of separation in a trance.

Zhao Kang also looked at him, the contempt at the corner of his mouth became thicker, he withdrew the rope dart and pinched the front section around him in a circle, obviously the demeanor of a street hooligan, but he had a unique charm under his handsome face and arrogant demeanor.

"Blood Knife Gate? ”

The tone was extremely contemptuous, Song Luo was furious, and was about to sneer at each other, but saw that Zhao Kang's face changed greatly.

"Be careful!!"

At the same time, Feng Zhiping's heart was vigilant, and he instinctively turned around with all his strength and swept a sword behind him.

There, a person dressed in a night suit flipped up from under the bridge, ignoring the sword in his hand, the dark blade continued to advance without pause, and at the same time as the sword was in the arm, a knife stabbed into Feng Zhiping's shoulder.