After a brief cold moment, the accosting person quickly ordered.

"The injured one retreats, a few of you go to find the son, and the others will stop him with me!"

Everyone responded, and the three wounded withdrew, and one of them did not forget to instruct: "Be careful, don't hurt our arms, help us pick them up!"

"Yo, do you still want to pick it up?" Feng Zhiping teased in Niu Chunhan's voice, raising his hand, and a touch of cold light approached the nearest broken arm.

"Don't think!"

An old voice above snorted coldly, mixed with a faint whisper.

Feng Zhiping returned to the sword and picked it up, "ding" and "ding" twice, and the two darts swirled into the wall, almost completely gone.

"Quasi-congenital~!"

Feng Zhiping praised and moved his right hand, which was a little numb.

Afraid of scaring these people away and deliberately suppressing cultivation, he only dealt with it with physical strength, and almost suffered a loss, it seems that these people are not as incompetent as he thought at first, and he still has some ability, and he is a little bit overbearing.

In this moment, four black shadows have quietly approached him, and the four sharp blades are all in unison, blocking all the upper, middle and lower three roads, if he doesn't want to be injured, he can only retreat into the hole or avoid the sides.

This is a normal person's practice, but it's a pity that he is a very abnormal guy.

The long sword was slightly retracted, the wrist shook slightly, and four cold stars appeared, facing the four sharp blades.

This is the most simplified version of the "Nine-Leaf Sword Lotus", he was worried that someone would recognize the Feng family's sword technique, so he didn't dare to cast the complete clover-shaped sword flower, so he only used half a move, but the effect was enough.

The four o'clock cold light was accurate and heavy, and all of them fell on the weakest part of their strength, and the four attackers almost broke off with a numb arm, and hurriedly retreated in shock.

In their eyes, the four cold stars appeared at the same time, that is to say, the other party issued four swords at the same time, but this is obviously impossible, this illusion appeared because the other party's sword was too fast, so fast that they didn't have time to react at all, if they didn't retreat, they had no confidence at all to take the next sword.

At the same time as the four of them retreated, three more figures were killed, two cold shadows came left and right, and the remaining one person raised his hands together, and eight steel darts the size of his index finger struck his chest and face.

This time it can't be hard-connected, Feng Zhiping's upper body violently folded the extremely standard iron plate bridge, and when the two long knives changed their moves to chase after him, the horizontal sword was firmly held on his chest, and he waited to get up, and the commander on the opposite side gave the order first.

"Hug your legs!"

Hugging legs?

Feng Zhiping was slightly stunned, and saw that the owners of the two long knives let go at the same time, hugged his legs one left and one right, and pulled hard, he was caught off guard, and fell to the ground on his back solidly.

What the hell!

Hooligans fighting!

Feng Zhiping was speechless, these people are so good that they are also masters, a group of people beat themselves to make such a shameless trick, and do they have the self-esteem of people who practice martial arts?

Just kicked away and got up, but heard the other side order again: "Go up together, hold him!"

At the sound of an order, more than a dozen figures pounced on him in unison, pressing on him like an arhat.

Feng Zhiping was completely speechless, and he wanted to find a crack to get into.

Thinking about his own wisdom, he has experienced a lot of small battles, and he can't say that he is invincible, but he really hasn't lost much, who would have thought that a gutter would capsize here to give people yin.

Phew, it's not yin, it's my own deliberate suppression of cultivation, pretending to be forced but being fucked, and now the end is completely my own!

Fortunately, there are no people here, and he has Niu Chunhan's name again, otherwise it would be really shameless to spread it.

"Hold down, hold down, the others follow me in to find the Son, and fight quickly!"

The old man's voice ordered loudly, and in the spiritual sense, the six people on the roof jumped down, and the others who were ambushed behind, except for the one with the worst cultivation, who was still far away, rushed towards the entrance of the cave.

Feng Zhiping secretly sneered, let go of the suppression, and the sluggish Yuan Force flowed again, and the speed continued to rise.

The person who pressed on him only felt a chill in his body, and a terrifying aura came from below, and they were all stunned.

"This is...? ！”

"First... First... First!"

Without waiting for the results to come out "first", the stammering man heard a chuckle floating from under the pile: "Surprised, surprised?"

Without waiting for an answer, the voice said with interest: "Forget it, I won't play with you." ”

"Run, he's born !!"

The stammering finally shouted, shocked, and struggled to get up, but there were still six or seven people stacked on him, and for a while he struggled to get away, and the next moment, a huge force came from below, and he only felt a tightness in his chest and a light on his back, and the person flew into the air in a whirlwind.

"Innate?"

"How can it be innate!"

"Damn, what's going on!!"

The exorcists were in a panic, and one of the six "masters" said angrily: "Didn't you say that the relatives around the prince are the most quasi-congenital, why is it the innate realm!"

"We have been deceived!" the old man's voice was furious, knowing that there were innate masters guarding them, and they would never take this risk!

"Retreat!" the man who had accosted him before immediately made a decision, turned around and ran, completely ignoring the lives of the others.

The rest of the people were the same, they were left behind, and they rushed to the front and cried bitterly, hoping that this innate master could open the net and kill the guys who fell behind first, giving them a fair chance to escape.

Feng Zhiping straightened his waist and bounced up, held the hilt of his sword and pointed at the ground, and said lightly: "Don't go, stay all." ”

I wanted to teach a lesson, but these people were so shameless that they played Arhats, and they were pressed by a large group of sweaty men for a long time, how could they let them leave lightly, even if they ran away, they would be ashamed of the rules of "tooth for tooth" for their own family.

The spiritual consciousness was released, encompassing all around, and with a slight lift, the long sword fell.

"Sword cage. ”

The voice was low, the posture was dashing, and the panache was full of ten, however, nothing happened.

The exorcists were already waiting for death, and they were stunned when they saw this.

What's going on, is it a fake?

No, his breath, and the unique feeling of being stared at by countless pairs of invisible eyes in all directions, all show that he is a congenital!

But why didn't he die?

Don't... The move didn't work, failed?

Phew, what are you doing with all this, you're sick!

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the exorcists, who had been still for a moment, ran away again.

Feng Zhiping looked at the sword in his hand helplessly, on the surface, the long sword was unharmed, and it was still bright, but in the spiritual sense, the sword body was crawling with cracks thinner than sweat hairs, he shook his wrist slightly, and the long sword suddenly shattered into pieces of silver debris sprinkled on the ground, let go of his hand, and the last storage of the sword hilt was also collected.

"Sure enough, no. ”

He had known the result for a long time, but he was still unwilling, and now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he had to admit that ordinary blades were indeed unbearable to the ravages of the sword species.

Feng Zhiping sighed, stretched out his hand to his side without looking back, and a cold shadow immediately flew out of the hole, and at the same time, an inaudible sound floated out.

"Young master, you take it easy, this is the life of your subordinates. ”

Niu Chunhan didn't know that Feng Zhiping could squeeze out the spirituality of the treasure blade, what he was worried about was Feng Zhiping's reckless use, and the reckless frenzied infusion of internal force would affect or even break the spiritual balance of the short blade, although it was difficult for normal people to "burst" the treasure blade even if they deliberately did it, but he, the young master, had nothing to do with the word "normal" from head to toe, and he was still a "redundant" small reminder.

"Your life is hanging in your crotch. Feng Zhiping replied angrily, and then concentrated on dividing the Yuan Force, and infiltrated into the short blade little by little.

After all, the thing belongs to someone else, and he doesn't want to ruin it if he can, and he is in an awkward situation now, Feng Moxiu ordered him not to approach his own treasure or go outside to buy it on the grounds of "avoiding dependence", so that he has no treasure and can only borrow it, and if it is really ruined, not only will he not have to pay for it, but he will not have to borrow it if he wants to.

The Yuanli silk thread penetrated into every corner of the short blade in detail, strongly curbing the "appetite" of the sword species, Feng Zhiping seized the time to silently use the sword technique, and inserted the short blade in front of him with two fingers.

"Sword cage. ”

This time it was no longer a squib, the short blade trembled at high frequency, and wisps of blades flew in all directions along the spiritual sense, and the exorcists who thought they had escaped instantly fell into despair, watching the wisps of blades emerge out of thin air from all directions, piercing their limbs.

The screams are continuous, the mourning is everywhere, and the night breeze is light, bringing a trace of sweetness.

Feng Zhiping didn't kill him, these people are not guilty to death, tonight he just wants to see the results of penance, and by the way, find confidence in the miscellaneous fish.

The results of the experiment were very satisfactory, and the Shortblade's spiritual power was very little lost, breaking his best performance in the past.

Of course, this achievement has a lot to do with the cooperation of these people, if these people are not fleeing in a panic without the will to fight, but working together to fight back, the time for him to use the short-blade spiritual power will inevitably be extended, and his energy will be scattered, and after a long time, it will be impossible to guarantee the best control.

"The young master is mighty!"

Niu Chunhan hid in the dark shadow and patted the horse's ass quietly, saying in his heart, "It's really inhuman."

It is not uncommon for Feng Zhiping to take down so many people with one move, there are many group battle moves in the spiritual awareness period that can be done, and these people are all in the acquired realm, and he himself can do it.

He was surprised by Feng Zhiping's adaptability, you must know that the treasure blade is different from ordinary weapons, you can use it if you can carry it, but all treasure blades have to have a process of adaptation, the higher the grade, the more difficult it is to adapt, and the longer the time, although the treasure blade without adaptation can also be used, but the power exerted will be greatly reduced.

Although his short blade is small, it is the top of the human-level high-grade goods, no less than some low-grade earth-level treasures, which can be regarded as "quasi-earth-level". When he got his hands on it, it took him more than half a month to get the initial control, and it took more than two months to make his fingers, which is already very fast, but what about Feng Zhiping?

Counting the time spent playing before, it doesn't add up to half a cup of tea, but it can give full play to the power of the short blade, and even the faint golden spiritual power that is almost non-existent has been stimulated, is this still human?

How did he do it?

Niu Chunhan didn't dare to ask, but when he saw Feng Zhiping turn around, he hurriedly hugged his robe and greeted him, and asked while serving him to put it on, "Young Master, what to do with these people?"

"Arrest them, send them to the yamen, stop the bleeding of the injured, and leave the rest to the yamen to deal with. Feng Zhiping closed the placket, took the belt and handed the short blade back, and said reluctantly, "The knife is good." ”

Niu Chunhan hurriedly put it into his sleeve and said with a smile: "The young master praises falsely, the small knife can only be said to be okay, and it is not worthy of the young master." ”

Feng Zhiping threw away his eyes speechlessly: "Virtue, I don't want you." ”

"The young master misunderstood, the little one didn't mean that. The little ones are all yours, as long as you open your mouth, the small ones will be offered with both hands!"

Niu Chunhan said categorically, his hand in the sleeve cage seemed to be going out, but in fact, he tucked the short blade in.

Feng Zhiping covered his forehead with a headache: "Old Niu, how many times have you said it, you are so good that you are a congenital, can we not be so petty?"

"Small sentences are heartfelt, there are no lies!" Niu Chunhan's expression was serious, but his sleeves were clenched tightly, and he looked like he would not let go.

Feng Zhiping was completely speechless, too lazy to take care of him, turned around and stretched out against the night breeze, he didn't smell the freshness of the night breeze, he only smelled the stench of new blood in the dark alley, and suddenly snorted twice, pinched his nose and said: "Hurry up and clean up, I'll go out first, the fourth restaurant at the left turn at the intersection is waiting for you, called Xin Renhe." ”

"Yes, young master, wait a minute, and my subordinates will go back quickly. ”

Niu Chunhan flew up to the room and disappeared into the night.

Feng Zhiping retracted his gaze, turned around and prepared to go out of the alley, but when he turned halfway, a slight sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in his ears, and his hair stood on end.

There are still people!

The spiritual sense swept away, leaned back to avoid it, chopping and chopping three muffled sounds, and there were three more round holes on the wall on his side, which were actually through!

Master!

Is it innate?

In a panic, a person fell from the sky, and a Zen staff more than one person high fell in the air, and Feng Zhiping could only hide again.

The Zen staff missed, and it didn't hit anyone, but it smashed a big hole bigger than a grinding disc on the ground.

Through the flying stones, Feng Zhiping stared at it, and saw that the other party's entire head was covered with black cloth, and only two holes were opened in the eyes, but the Buddhist beads that fell to the belly of the monk's Zen staff were not concealed, and he was a monk!