The sword moves the sword, which is nondescript, but the effect is enough.

The sword is not as gentle and agile as the sword qi, but it has a unique natural domineering strength, and the speed is not inferior.

The reaction of the guards to the ban is not unpleasant, but the knife is faster, many people only see a bright knife shadow and vomit blood and fly, the first wave of the attack is put on nearly half of the people, the rest of the guards struggle desperately, but can only continue to fall in the continuous knife shadow, powerless despair is full of everyone's hearts.

The people inside the battle circle are in danger, and the people outside are not having a good time, especially the three leaders.

People with high strength deserve to be better "taken care of", not to mention that two of them still have what Feng Zhiping wants.

The three of them originally wanted to save their subordinates from trouble, but now they can only run for their lives in the shadow of the knife, they can't escape if they want to, and they can't get close to fight to the death.

Seeing their subordinates fall to the ground one by one, they regretted it a little, they knew that they really shouldn't be so cautious like this, they should have joined the siege directly, so that at least they could have a chance to fight for their lives, and they wouldn't be trapped in a few feet in a radius like now.

At the same time, the three of them also had the same kind of doubt, and they all felt that this knife field was somewhat familiar.

Although the "assassin" is a knife move, the field is full of knife gangs, but these knife gangs are very strange, the number of ways is not the commonly used slashing of knife moves, but the entanglement and wiping of sword moves, there is no difference between the two in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of masters like them, how to look awkward.

In their opinion, their own heavy casualties are all due to the fact that the opponent's cultivation realm is too high, and the innate power has almost absolute suppression of the acquired realm martial artists, even if there is no spiritual bias, it is not something that the acquired realm can resist, regardless of this heavy factor, just in terms of moves, they are confident that they can defeat the knife in the opponent's hand.

If Feng Zhiping knew their thoughts, he would definitely spit on their faces, and roared, and the young master made a sword move.

The sword cage is the only group attack innate technique he is familiar with, and other group attack innate sword moves are only learned and not practiced, and blind casting may not be successful and may be counterattacked, and the moves of the acquired realm are all one-on-one, the so-called "group battle" In the final analysis, it's just a fight for speed and skill, and the group attack technique of the innate realm is not the same at all, if you want to achieve the same effect, you need to add the factor of spiritual consciousness to run in and adjust, so that the move will have a qualitative change on the original basis, saying that the same move is actually no different from a new creation, and it is slightly easier than a new creation from scratch.

And all of these have the same necessary condition – it takes a lot of time.

How can he have time!

No, there is time, but he doesn't have the utensils!

I haven't practiced all the sword moves in my head, and I still have to study sword moves?

Idle!

It doesn't matter if the move is not looked down upon, just be able to put down the opponent, the old man himself said that if you are high, you can do whatever you want!

The origin of the long knife's spiritual power completely collapsed, and it was rapidly dissipating, and it was estimated that it would be astigmatized after a maximum of two rounds.

Feng Zhiping got up, mobilized the last bit of spiritual power to converge on the blade, and looked at the person closest to him with a sword to draw the full moon, and the half-round bright crescent moon flew across the ground, cracking and rocking all the way.

"Get out of the way!"

There is no need to remind them, the energetic and inenergetic people along the way are all dodging with urine, no one wants to take their lives as a touchstone, and they can dodge thanks to Feng Zhiping's deliberate control, otherwise this knife will have to spare at least three or five injuries in the past.

Xin Hong is the unlucky ghost who was targeted by Feng Zhiping, and that reminder was also shouted by him, but he couldn't save himself by "saving" others, the speed of the knife was not fast, but the qi machine was locked on him, no matter how to dodge the knife gang, it moved, and there was no other way to block this knife!

Fight!

Xin Hong's heels were steady, and his sword pointed in front of him and drew a circle.

He saw that this trick was powerful, and knew that he couldn't make a hard connection, and he would die if he connected it hard, so he could skillfully dial a thousand pounds in four or two, as long as he could unload half of his strength, he would be safe and sound.

A touch of sarcasm crossed Feng Zhiping's indifferent eyes, the truth is right, but it has to be able to move!

The spiritual sense loosened the inhibition, the speed of the sword gang soared suddenly, and Xin Hong's sword was forced to take the attack after less than half a circle, not to mention that the point was not right, and he couldn't unload the force, but he was also cut by the knife gang and couldn't use the strength, and the long sword suddenly got out of his hand.

Finished!

Xin Hong screamed in his heart, his throat choked and he couldn't breathe, just as he was waiting for death to come, "Mingyue" was slightly biased when he couldn't make a move, and wiped his nose and shook it.

The tip of his nose was hot and quickly red and swollen, in stark contrast to his defeated face, he took a step back with a weak body, and instinctively grabbed the sword in his hand, but saw a phantom figure and took the sword first, it was the assassin who looked like a ghost!

He didn't kill me?

He didn't want to kill me?

Why didn't he kill me?

Missed?

Xin Hong looked at the "assassin" who was close at hand, watching the terrifying burns on the other party's body heal at a more terrifying speed, and one question after another popped up in his chaotic mind, and he forgot to attack for a while, and forgot to take his sword back.

"Lao Xin!!"

"Xin Hong!!"

The other two leaders were shocked and flew to save people, but the clinker "assassin" did not kill anyone at all, and turned to look in the direction of the ancestral hall with his sword, as if he was not afraid of Xin Hong's sneak attack at all, and also turned a blind eye to them.

The two of them couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking in his head, but it didn't prevent them from taking people, tonight the face of the guard was lost on him, even if he couldn't beat him, at least he had to leave a few wounds on his body, otherwise what face would he have to go to see the Hou Ye, and what face would he have to continue to stand under the sword marquis's account in the future!

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they were already in front of them in the blink of an eye, and they were ready to make a move with all their strength, when a calm and majestic voice suddenly floated in the night sky.

"Stand down. ”

Without hesitation, the two of them immediately withdrew and retreated, even Xin Hong, who lost his mind, the authority of this voice had long been integrated into their bones and became instinct, and the will it represented could not be blasphemed.

Feng Moxiu floated to the ground, looked at Feng Zhiping, and then looked at the injured guards, relieved and helpless.

The guards in charge of the outer house do not have the elite of the inner house, but they should not be underestimated, as long as the battle formation is launched, the three squads can trap a master of the spiritual consciousness period, and the four squads are likely to kill, and it is difficult for the masters of the late stage of the spiritual consciousness of the five squads to break out, and his baby son is not only undefeated in the face of the siege of the entire five squads, but also beats the guards like this, and the attack is very measured, none of them are fatal, as a father, he can't help but be happy and proud.

It's a good thing that his son is out of breath, but helplessly, he has also exposed this trouble.

Feng Moxiu was still thinking about delaying for a while to let the Zhan family take the initiative to regret the marriage, but now it's good, knowing that Feng Zhiping's meridians have been restored and he has practiced such a strong strength, can the Zhan family still regret the marriage?

The princess agreed, and King Zhan couldn't agree either, who didn't know that the old prince was thirsty for talent, and he was so in his eyes back then, Feng Zhiping was more demonic than himself, would he let it go?

Phew, it's better to expect him to change sex than to expect those royal historians to sing praises to themselves, and that possibility is a little greater.

What a headache!

Feng Moxiu sighed secretly, his eyes turned to Feng Zhiping, and his mood was a little better.

Fortunately, this kid is not in the right state, he doesn't look like a madman but he looks like dementia, and it's not completely exposed, if only he could shed a little bit of a.

Damn, don't you like to act, little bastard, didn't you have a lot of fun acting at the door that day, why don't you act now, can we have a tacit understanding and cooperate with your father?

Even if it's not for me, think about your little lover, can we have a little bit of talent, don't control a mere sword?

Grandma's, I'm so angry!

The more Feng Moxiu thought about it, the more depressed he became, and his face became more and more gloomy.

The guards would be mistaken, thinking that Hou Ye was dissatisfied with him, and they were silent one by one, and their eyes were full of resentment when they looked at Feng Zhiping.

What about Feng Zhiping?

He didn't think about anything, and was engrossed in inducing the qi, looking for an opportunity.

Feng Moxiu seemed to be standing there ordinarily, but in fact, there was no flaw in his body, and his blind shot would only be met with a fierce counterattack, and he would have to finish the game before he got close.

So, the father and son looked at each other from each other, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing this, the guards quietly retreated, freeing up a large open space to surround it from afar, no one mentioned or thought about protecting Hou Ye, because the last thing in the Hou Mansion needed protection was Hou Ye, they just had to surround people to prevent the other party from escaping.

The injuries on Feng Zhiping's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face had basically returned to its original appearance, but there was no hair. 126 Chinese Net

Feng Moxiu looked at the sins he had done, he was happy and distressed, and his eyes softened and asked, "You..."

The three words "whether it hurts or not" didn't come out, and a sword light came to his face.

Scoundrel!

Feng Moxiu scolded secretly, didn't move, and burned Jian Gang halfway with a thought, and before the firelight dissipated, he saw a figure clinging to the ground, and two silver clovers bloomed in the air, flying towards his legs and knees.

Well?

It's kind of interesting!

Feng Moxiu was interested, but this is not the place to try his moves, he pulled out three kicks on the spot, kicked the sword light with two kicks, and replaced the last kick with a soft kick to Feng Zhiping, and at the same time Lingnian said: "Don't fight here, find a place where no one is around!"

Feng Zhiping received the transmission, as if he hadn't heard it, the sword momentum changed and the person followed the sword and walked like a snake wrapped around the leg that kicked him, the movements were so flexible that they didn't look like a human, the guards looked cold and had a kind of hellish feeling, and the three leaders were also dumbfounded, it was difficult to connect Feng Zhiping at this moment with the fierce and domineering him.

It is not difficult to combine rigidity and softness, and it can be converted so quickly and unimpeded, is it really something that people can do?

Feng Moxiu was not surprised, he was only annoyed that the stinky boy didn't know what to do, and he didn't change his move, so he directly urged the spiritual power to kick up, half kicking Feng Zhiping and half throwing it into the air, followed by the golden hook and hung upside down, and pulled Feng Zhiping out of his shadow with one kick.

"Wait here, don't talk or leave!"

Throwing down a sentence, Feng Moxiu flew into the night sky.

The guards looked up in the direction he had left, and after a long time they withdrew their gaze, looked at each other a few times, and shivered.

is worthy of the Hou Ye, such a fierce assassin was simply wiped out with a single kick, it was too strong!

But why don't you let us go?

Could it be that the Hou Ye is angry and wants to punish and even dismiss us?

Thinking of this, the guards suddenly turned white, and the people in the distance were even more earthy, no one knew what Hou Ye was going to do, but Hou Ye spoke, they didn't dare to leave if they wanted to, and a group of people stood in place in two groups of anxiety.

The injured guards stopped the bleeding and stopped the bleeding, and then they found that most of their injuries were flesh and blood wounds, and a few of them vomited blood and vomited badly, and they only suffered some internal injuries from meridian concussion, and they did not hurt the root.

Could it be that the assassin showed mercy and didn't kill him at all?

Otherwise, how could it be that no one died?

If so, then how terrifying is his control over his own power!

This is not one or two, the five squads present add up to more than 50 people, but in such a chaotic scene, he will take the measure on everyone, this kind of control is not to mention that there is no one present, I have never thought about it!

Especially Xin Hong, when he thought of the knife that passed by his face, he was cold, and he felt the high realm of the assassin.

The knife changed direction a moment before he came to him, how much control does it take to do this?

This is not the blade in his hand can be like an arm, only the spiritual sense can control the qi from the hand, the control shown by the other party is much stronger than the several innate masters who sparred with them, he is very suspicious that the other party is not congenital in the spiritual consciousness period, but a divine treasure, but he thinks about it and feels wrong.

If it is Shenzang, they will lose faster and more miserably, the gap between the Shenzang period and the acquired realm is by no means something that can be made up by a battle formation composed of dozens of people, at least more than two hundred people must cooperate with tacit understanding, supplemented by heavy crossbows and heavy arrows that specialize in breaking the qi to resist, this is still under the premise that the other party will not be able to control the sky, the flying Shenzang has the heart to go, and it is difficult to stop it by ordinary means.

In any case, that person is a master, and he is by no means an ordinary congenital.

The most strange thing for him and the others was that when there were so many opportunities, why didn't that person run away?

and Master Hou, although he was angry, he didn't mean to kill that person, but some... Care?

Thinking about the appearance of the "assassin", their brains were secretly trembling, they didn't dare to talk about it to others or think deeply, in their hearts they somewhat understood why Hou Ye left them, and their mood became more and more gloomy.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the distance, and someone was coming.

The three leaders immediately got up to meet him, Xin Hong lost his sword and could only pull out the dagger in his boots and hold it back, looking at the gradually approaching figure in the dim night light, and shouted solemnly: "Stop! Bold maniac, the Hou Ye has ordered that you are not allowed to approach the ancestral hall, are you deaf or blind?"

The comer's footsteps paused slightly, then quickened, and rushed to the front in a few steps.

The three of them had to beckon their subordinates to do it with a sharp look in their eyes, but their hands suddenly froze halfway up, and they looked at the person with straight eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Big... Big... "Xin Hong's voice was dry, and he felt that today was the most unlucky day in his life.

Feng Zhili didn't have time to care about this, so he rushed to the front and grabbed his arm: "What about my father? What about the third brother? Why didn't you put out the fire when the ancestral hall burned down? Did your father beat the third brother? Father really beat the third brother? Damn, the third brother is still a child, why did the father put down such a heavy hand and move the real fire? Why don't you stop them?"

The anxiety was beyond words, Xin Hong was in pain, and his arm was about to be pinched off.

"Young Master, calm down first..."

"How can I be calm, third brother...!"

Feng Zhili realized that his hand was not heavy, let go of his hand and nodded apologetically, and then said urgently: "Tell me quickly, where are my father and third brother? and my mother, I heard that she is also here, did she come out, she was not burned, right?"

Xin Hong was stunned for a moment, looked at the two colleagues, and the three faces turned pale in an instant.

I patronized the assassin and the Hou Ye just now, and I forgot for a moment that my wife was also in the ancestral hall, and now the fire is spreading, and the entire ancestral hall is burning, and the lady has not come out since she entered the ancestral hall, doesn't that mean...

Feng Zhili's face also turned white, and he looked at the three of them with hatred: "You did a good job!!

The strong killing intent made the three of them unsteady, Xin Hong reacted quickly and remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, young master, although Master Hou is not here, Lord Chen is inside, and Mrs. should be fine." ”

Hearing that Chen Ding was also inside, Feng Zhili's heart was relieved, and he said with a cold face: "What I want is not should, it is necessary! No matter how powerful Uncle Chen is, there is only one person, the fire is so big, what if my mother has a mistake? How do you explain, do you take your life? Do you pay for the ground? Bastards, they are all bastards, a group of brainless bastards!"

Meritorious to spiritual knowledge, and has been an official for a long time, Feng Zhili has already cultivated a sense of power, and the three of them can't raise their heads.

Feng Zhili didn't come to scold, and rushed to the ancestral hall with a cold face.

"Young Master..."

The three of them were shocked and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but they were scolded back by Feng Zhili without replying.

"Call someone to put out the fire immediately! A group of blind and brainless dog minions, if Madame makes a mistake, I want your dog's life!"

Feng Zhili has always been modest, and it can be seen how anxious and angry he is when he says such cruel words, but the people still dare not move.

"The eldest young master, the Hou Ye said..."

"I don't care what he says, I'll kill him now if he doesn't move!"

Feng Zhili paused and roared, took a deep breath and looked around, and said coldly: "Father is not here now, they all listen to me, and I am responsible for something! I think my father asked you not to move, but not to let you run around, did he say that he told you not to put out the fire? Open your dog's eyes and see where this is, this is the ancestral ancestral hall of my Feng family, you all watch it one by one when it is burned like this? You can watch it! Now let me put out the fire, if he doesn't move, I will send him on the road now, I will do what I say, don't force me to do it!"

When everyone heard this, how dare they say no, they got up one after another, and shouted people who fetched water, and tried to jump into the sea of fire to see if there was any such thing, and in a blink of an eye, people inside and outside the ancestral hall were boiling.

Soon, the hose cart was pushed and the fire was brought under control.

Feng Zhili personally went to the sea of fire and walked around without seeing a figure, knowing that Sheng Jian must have let Chen Ding save him, and he didn't show up and went directly to Ghost Zhang, so he was completely relieved.

After summoning Xin Hong and the three of them to inquire about the whole process of the matter in detail, he frowned suspiciously after listening to it, thought for a while and asked, "Where did they go?"

"Over there?"

Xin Hong pointed and said uncertainly: "Master Hou's body is too fast, I only vaguely see an afterimage, I can't be sure." ”

Feng Zhili looked in the direction Xin Hong pointed, and his heart moved.

In this direction, could it be... Is it the back mountain?