At the last moment, Feng Zhiping struggled to deviate his body, and the knife did not hit the vital point, but it was still painful.

There was no time to cry out in pain, because another black knife had approached his legs, and there was more than one killer lurking under the bridge!

In an instant, Feng Zhiping's mind flashed with nowhere to deal with it, whether it was blocked or flashed, it was too late, if he didn't want to hurt his legs, the only way was only...

"Come on!!"

With a loud roar, Feng Zhiping did not retreat but advanced, and in the stunned gaze of the killer, he took the initiative to lean forward and let the long knife penetrate his shoulder, and the whole person hung on the long knife to borrow strength, and his legs rose up, just enough to let the next plate slash.

The killer didn't expect him to be so ruthless, who would have thought that a rich kid who was pampered in a golden nest could have such ruthlessness and courage, and wanted to change the knife but was grabbed by Feng Zhiping, his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword and suddenly penetrated his right chest, and then forced his body to open his body and swept out from his waist and crotch, and the strength was instantly exhausted when the sharp pain hit, and he turned on his back and fell off the bridge in a daze, falling into the cold valley.

Feng Zhiping was not happy, this time he almost turned the injury into a bloody hole, with great perseverance, he used his last strength to hold the blade of the knife and kill the opponent, and when his feet landed, his feet were soft, he staggered back a few steps and almost fell, and the left hand that grabbed the blade of the knife couldn't be put down, so he held it half-hung and half-stuck on the knife body.

"Old Monkey !!"

The second killer seems to have a relationship with the one who died, and the change of lightning and flint caused him to cry out in horror, and then turned into endless killing intent.

"Give Me !! Death"

The black knife bounced and turned into a shadow again, Feng Zhiping gave two knives in a strong fighting spirit, and finally the gravity of the injury weakened, and the third knife was slightly slower to avoid, and there was a bloody opening in his chest.

"Bastard!!"

Zhao Kang was furious, the rope dart turned to the rescue, Song Luo saw clearly, where can the old hatred and new hatred be made, and he smiled and raised a knife to stop it.

"Want to save people?

Several times he was stopped to help, seeing that Feng Zhiping was in danger, Zhao Kang was furious, and his killing intent towards Song Luo was extremely strong.

"Want to die, fulfill you!"

Turning the spearhead, the rope dart attacked Song Luo, the offensive was like a wave, and the lightning combo of seven to eight times each time was unguardable, no matter how Song Luo did, he couldn't stop them all, and there were blood marks on his body from time to time.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, Zhao Kang's rope dart is too long, nearly twice as long as an ordinary rope dart, and God can think that there are people in the world who can practice the rope dart that is more than two feet long like an arm and a finger, so that the seemingly chicken rib Qimen blade shows a great power that makes people feel powerless.

Song Luo knew that it would not work like this, unless the other party was exhausted, he would definitely be consumed alive.

Quickly calculated the situation of the enemy and me, his knife technique changed frequently, and he frequently challenged the iron thistle on the ground, and used the iron thistle to restrict Zhao Kang's action, and he saw the needle and the gap was approaching.

"He's dying, don't you want to save him?"

"If he died, would you regret it for the rest of your life?"

"I'm sure I won't, you, hehe, aren't you all brotherhood in Cangshan, I guess you'll kill yourself to accompany him, right?"

Song Luo dodged and provoked his words, his words were vulgar, and his methods were simple and rude, in other words, Zhao Kang would definitely sneer at him in normal times, but now, looking at the continuous extra blood stains on Feng Zhiping's body, listening to a suppressed snort, his heart was in chaos.

The body moves with his heart, his heart is chaotic, the flowing silver snake dance is sluggish, Song Luo's eyes are bright, and he is approaching, and the long knife slashes obliquely and laughs wildly.

"Go with him!"

"Don't panic, I'm here!" The fragrant shadow floated in, and You Shuang'er killed it with a sword.

Zhao Kang's heart was in a state of confusion, and he secretly scolded him for being as smart as he was stupid, and took the initiative to block You Shuang'er's sword path, and said without looking back: "No!"

Song Luo thought that the opportunity was missed, who thought that the other party would kill himself, he was very happy in his heart, and the long knife was slashed down.

Cangchang~!

The sound of gold and iron rang loudly, and the long knife settled in front of Zhao Kang's forehead, and the blade was only a palm's width from his forehead, but it couldn't fall, and an iron bone fan firmly held it.

"Go help him, I've got you covered. ”

Seeing this, You Shuang'er immediately left, and Zhao Kang looked at Song Luo through the gap in the iron bone fan, and sneered.

"Thinking you can kill me if you get close to me, who gave you the confidence?"

The iron bone fan lifted the long knife violently, Zhao Kang raised his finger in front of the fan, and secretly buckled the trick, and a sharp blade bounced out from the top of the fan bone, shining in the cold light of the morning glow.

"Not many people can see my fan, you're lucky, so, die. ”

The knife and fan were in a ball, You Shuang'er ignored it and rushed straight in front of Feng Zhiping.

A few swords forced the killer back, but there was no pursuit, she couldn't hide her panic and looked at Feng Zhiping: "You, how are you?"

"It's okay, flesh wounds. Feng Zhiping was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop the bleeding, so he didn't dare to draw the knife indiscriminately, so he only moved his left hand hanging on it with great effort, hissing and inhaling the cold air in pain, "Damn, it does hurt a little, this time it makes people angry." ”

You Shuang'er was a little relieved, and quickly helped him seal the surrounding acupoints to temporarily stop the bleeding, and said softly: "Don't move, I'll help you kill this person." ”

Holding the sword and turning around, when she looked at the killer, the girl's pretty face was cold, her eyes were no longer cold, and she was raging with rage.

For some reason, the killer's heart suddenly cooled when he saw those eyes, as if what he was in front of him was not a girl who had just reached the end of the year but a wild beast, his body felt the instinct of danger tense, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

"Die. ”

As soon as the girl spoke, the person had flashed in front of her, Xiaoluo Jian seemed to feel the anger of her master, and Jian Gang was more vigorous and condensed than before. 52 Literature

The man in black was stunned, did not dare to block, retreated as soon as possible to avoid his front, and made up his mind to find out the strength of the opponent and never take the initiative to attack.

Behind, Feng Zhiping supported his body with his long sword, watching the girl chase and beat the killer fiercely, the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly, and his heart was sweet and sour.

In all fairness, he is not afraid of any of these people, even if the two of them are also sure of winning, but he was angry and injured his right foot first, and then was seriously injured by two killers one after another, so he played a good hand of cards into a bad card.

Leng Shuang'er felt sorry for him, he was very happy, and he was even more like eating honey when he shot out for him, but on the other hand, he was also very sad, he was dignified and waited for the world, and the cowhide blew loudly, but he had to rely on a woman, oh no, it was a girl who gave herself a head, and she was aggrieved when she thought about it.

Are you wrong?

Feng Zhiping didn't think so.

No matter how many times he comes, he will make a move, even if he knows that there is a trap ahead.

In his opinion, the woman he loves is humiliated in public, and it is to say that it is not too late to forbear the gentleman for revenge for ten years, can he bear it, is it still a gentleman?

What endures the calm for a while, the more you think about it, the more angry you become, and the more you think about revenge, the more you lose!

When you meet this kind of person, you can say one word - dry!

As the old saying goes, husband and wife don't have an overnight feud, and if the wife is bullied, can you wait until the overnight?

It's over the spot!

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for your lack of strength, and you have no power to fight back after being calculated by someone's tricks.

Of course, the conspiracy is the main reason for such a tragic situation, but in the final analysis, he is too weak, he firmly believes that if today's events are replaced by the eldest brother and the second brother will never be as miserable as himself, the eldest brother will definitely take the first step to see through their conspiracy, the second brother has no brains, but the strength is strong, this "small injury" will only make him more and more courageous, and in the end it is the other party who is unlucky.

"Alas, the days have been too smooth lately, and I've been slacking off. ”

Feng Zhiping secretly introspected and made up his mind to cultivate hard after this incident.

The blade should be left to defend himself and not be sucked indiscriminately, it doesn't matter, he can meditate and meditate, it doesn't matter what is fast or slow, fly legs are also meat, and the accumulation of bits and pieces always has an effect, not to mention that his slowness is already the same speed as flying in the eyes of most people, and no matter how many people knock the medicine, he may not be as fast as his cultivation.

Just pondering, a sudden coldness suddenly appeared in his back, Feng Zhiping didn't have time to think about it, he directly rushed forward and rolled away, a black knife cut through the clothes on his back and grazed the skin, the knife invaded the body meridians and shook violently, and the qi and blood that had just calmed down suddenly boiled again.

During the rolling, he saw the face of the sneak attacker, covered with black clothes and black knives and black cloth, revealing only a pair of indifferent and ruthless slender eyes, but he was not a member of the killer!

Three!

There were three of them lying in ambush under the bridge!

This man was so enduring, and the two companions were indifferent to the death and death, and they lurked until they let down their guard and had no one to help them for the time being!

With such a cold heart and a lot of patience, this guy is the real killer, and there is nothing else in his heart but the target!

Feng Zhiping was full of emotion, but now is not the time to sigh, the killer has already chased after him.

Looking at his breath and sword gang, his heart shook again, this person's cultivation was far better than the previous ones, and he was faintly better than Gou Anxin, which can be seen from his sword gang.

It is also a half-step spiritual sense, Gou Anxin wanted to attract innate power several times before he could succeed once, and this person was drawn out twice, and the blade was covered with a thin layer of airflow.

Wind Spirituality!

The knife is not an ordinary treasure knife, and the spirituality contained in it is a rare wind spirit, no wonder I haven't heard the sword wind before!

"Run!!" You Shuang'er and Zhao Kang exclaimed in unison when they discovered the mutation at the same time.

Run a fart!

Feng Zhiping scolded secretly.

The opponent's knife is wind spirit, the sound of the move is weak, and the speed is a few points faster than the ordinary knife, and he is injured, and the more likely result of turning around and running away is to be killed by a knife.

"When I'm muddy?!"

At the critical juncture, Feng Zhiping's evil was born to the side of the guts, and the yuan force surged wildly to attract the spiritual power in the sword with all his might, and fought back brazenly.

After being yin a few times, he had already held his breath, this time he was completely angry, and he forgot about whether he would faint or not to save "food", and there was only one thought in his heart - kill.

Yuan Li is like a fire fold and like kerosene, instantly igniting the spiritual power in the sword and burning more and more, the boiling spiritual power frantically feeds back into the body, and a large amount of loose and milky white mistine envelops the sword body, which looks like it is burning from a distance.

Feng Zhiping's sword is a human-level top-grade, but there is no spiritual bias, the sword is pure and thick, not as powerful as the opponent's wind spiritual sword, and the exchange of blows will fall to the bottom in an instant, but it can be won in the thick and condensed, at the cost of exhausting the spiritual power of a whole human-level top-grade sword, it is hard to fight with the other party.

After the lightning and flint, the two figures staggered, and at the same time stabilized their bodies and turned around in unison, the killer's indifferent eyes showed surprise and jealousy, and Feng Zhiping, the sword in his hand "rattle" and broke into two.

The killer's eyes curled into a smile, and then with a sharp blow, the knife struck again.

Feng Zhiping threw away the sword without hesitation, pulled out the long stick with his backhand and struck it with one hand, still Yuan Li frantically ignited all the spiritual power of the long stick, the weak wood spirituality made the stick body exude a refreshing vitality, and the spiritual power fed back to the body also greatly reduced the pain, and the wounds on the shoulders and feet gave birth to a unique tingling sensation of healing.

Wood Spirit Performance Healing?

Feng Zhiping was stunned, his hands were not slow at all, and the knives and sticks intersected.

The figures staggered again, this time both of them staggered two steps and gasped for a moment before turning around, Feng Zhiping's long stick was unexpectedly only half cut off, and the killer knife was not damaged at all, but the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.