In the night fog, Feng Zhiping and Lao Dong were one after the other, fine water droplets lapping their faces, and their vision was cloudy.

"Isn't it wrong?" Lao Dong looked at his feet, a little nervous.

The vision is too poor, he can only see about five feet under his feet, if he is not in a hurry, he really doesn't want to jump on the roof in this weather, especially the buildings in the capital are much higher than other places.

"That's right, follow close!" Feng Zhiping was very sure.

He can't see the road, but his spiritual sense can "see" the mark left by Niu Chunhan, and the old cow scout is born in this kind of weather, which is very commonplace, and he will definitely not go wrong with him.

"Hmm, someone is following?" Lao Dong turned around.

Feng Zhiping had already noticed it, his steps slowed slightly, and his hand fell to his waist and pressed the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, several figures chased nearby, and the leader was Guan Rong.

"Don't worry, the third son, the old man will take the first step, make sure that your friend is safe, you can take your time. ”

Guan Rong bowed slightly, sped up his words, and disappeared from view in a blink of an eye.

The others followed, only He Xing was a little familiar, and he took half a step to greet him before leaving.

"Follow them?" asked Lao Dong.

"No, I don't. Feng Zhiping's eyes were slightly closed, concentrating on sensing Niu Chunhan's imprint.

Guan Rong has lived in the capital for a long time, and the direction he went must be Haorier Street, but it is slightly different from the direction given by Niu Chunhan, compared with the two, he believes in Niu Chunhan more, don't forget that people are alive, and it happened in Haorier Street, but after such a long time, the battlefield is likely to have shifted.

With the imprint, it rose and fell on the roof, and it ran for about a quarter of an hour, and it was already past the brim street, but the imprint was still moving forward.

Sure enough, it shifted!

Feng Zhiping became more and more sure, wiped the dew on his face, raised his breath and accelerated again, rushed to the eaves in three steps and jumped over, and suddenly heard the shock behind him when he fell.

"What people!"

Bang Dang~!

Lao Dong's big sword collided with a heavy iron weapon with a loud noise.

Feng Zhiping had no time to look back, because his foothold also silently added two more cold lights.

Sneak attack!

Coming at me?

Who?

A series of question marks instantly melted into his mind, his body reacted not slowly, he struggled to twist and shrink his feet in mid-air, looked at the two cold lights and stepped on them gently, and felt the moment the blade cut into the sole of his shoe, the instep arched tightly, and he was forced to borrow a slight force on the side of the blade, and the person slid past with the slash of the double blade.

The first blow was missed, and the sneak attacker was not discouraged and pursued with a backhand.

Feng Zhiping had already taken advantage of the situation to get up, and he didn't have time to turn back, he crossed his hands and pulled out the long sword on his waist, and his heart was divided into two and used each style of swordsmanship, which was comparable to the blade of the future attack.

In the second collision, both sides took a few steps back, and Feng Zhiping took the opportunity to look at each other.

Medium height, night clothes, head and face are tightly wrapped in black cloth, only two small holes are buttoned at the eyes, and the width of the shoulders and hips should be a man and a woman, but the chest of the suspected woman is flatter than the man's, I don't know if it is born or tied back.

"Who's coming?!"

Feng Zhiping asked, his ears trembled slightly, and there was the sound of breathing around, more than two people!

The two black-clothed men were stunned, lowered their swords and raised their other hands together, and two lines of cold shadows shot towards the Fengzhi Plane Gate.

At the same time, there was an almost imperceptible sound in the dense fog, listening to the direction, the target had two ribs and one leg.

Five people!

Feng Zhiping made up his mind, bent his knees and jumped into the air and twisted his body, the double swords danced into a double curtain to wrap around his body, and at the same time as he picked up the hidden weapon, the five sword gangs fought back.

There were three muffled snorts in his ears, two from the two in front of him.

When Feng Zhiping landed, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the two people who hid in the dark to avoid Jian Gang touched it, and the two scimitars came.

The two swords twisted together to parry, and after a few moves between the lightning and flint, the three of them retreated.

Feng Zhiping saw the opponent's blade clearly, and his pupils shrank.

Machete!

The style is very similar to Guan Rong's, only the grade is far inferior, it seems that it should not exceed the top grade of the human level, and the cultivation of the two is only in the late stage of Huayuan.

Guan Rong's apprentice?

No, it's too arbitrary to rely on the blade alone.

Planting blame, blaming the blame?

It's not like it, it's too obvious.

Want to cover up, so make a mystery?

It's possible, but there's no motive, those few moves just now are fatal, Guan Rong is tired of being crooked and dares to kill me!

So who sent these people?

"Who are you?" Feng Zhiping asked again, but still didn't get an answer, and what responded to him was a sword and a sword.

This time he was prepared, Feng Zhiping calmly engaged in the battle, first carefully tempted, and after finding out that the five of them were not in the late stage of Huayuan, he relaxed and asked loudly while calmly coping: "How are you!"

"It's okay!" Lao Dong's voice came from below, scolding and scolding, and the big sword whined and ping-pong, "The turtle sons are a little prickly, wait for me for a while, I will go to help you after I finish cleaning up!"

"No, watch yourself!"

Feng Zhiping shouted, pretending to make a mistake and selling a flaw, attracting a person to stab the opponent's throat with a backhand, afraid that people would not die, and he was ruthless, and the sword was twisted and cut off half of his neck before he withdrew his sword and retreated.

The blood sprayed into a mist, and the already dim mist was much darker, and the smell of mud and dust was mixed with a hint of sweetness.

The tragic scene did not affect the rest at all, one of them even pierced the chest of the deceased with a knife and tried to attack, and after being dodged by Feng Zhiping, he did not hesitate to throw the corpse aside, like garbage, not at all like a companion.

Looking at the other party's eyes that were so indifferent that they were almost inhumane, Feng Zhiping suddenly felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Without giving him a chance to think about it, the one who seemed to be a woman slid behind the roof and stabbed him with a long sword. Peerless Tang Gate fo

Feng Zhiping Chrysanthemum scolded in his heart, dodged a sword sideways, and the five petals of the flower fell softly on the opponent's chest, opening five blood holes in an instant.

Because of the persecution of the other three, the sword failed to kill in one blow, and the woman was on the verge of death but still did not want to retreat, her eyes were cold and still not frightened, dragging her wounded body and pounced, trying to hold him.

"Look for death!"

Feng Zhiping drank coldly, no longer suppressed, the spiritual origin burned and the sword body shone with bright light, and then the light and shadow rolled over the woman's chest in a wheel, and the tearing sound of the split cloth disappeared in a flash, and the woman was split in half from the skull to the crotch, and when it flew away, Feng Zhiping hurriedly glanced at the unopened face towel.

Well, it's really a woman, and it's not bad.

Alas, a beautiful woman, what a thief!

With two fewer people, the pressure plummeted, and Feng Zhiping slowed down his offensive, wanting to capture one and ask for the way.

The remaining three seemed to see his thoughts, and they shot more and more desperately, making thrilling moves with a posture of injuring the enemy by 800 and self-inflicting 3,000, which made Feng Zhiping, who had the intention of keeping his hands, a little restrained, and retreated again and again under the pressure of the three of them, and unconsciously retreated to the middle of the roof.

At the moment when his foot stepped on the ridge of the roof, he suddenly felt a chill, the lightning of the foot that had just landed and had not stepped on it shrank up, and the next moment the tiles under his feet shattered, and a brilliant long sword broke out of the top.

Innate!

Psychics?

Psionics!

The two spiritual senses collided heavily, Feng Zhiping's head sank, and he leaned out the other party's cultivation, and his heart was extremely shocked.

It was already inconceivable that someone in the capital dared to rob and kill, and now that the thief still had an innate master in the late stage of spiritual consciousness, he really couldn't find the words to describe the shock in his heart.

Is this still the capital?

Didn't he go the wrong way, entered a teleportation array, and was sent to the wilderness, right?

In the blink of an eye, the other party had already been killed, and with three Acquired Realm assassins, he had no time to breathe.

The calf was injured, and the movement inevitably became much sluggish, and Feng Zhiping fell into the moon.

Taking advantage of people's illness to kill people, the spiritual swordsman chased and beat fiercely, and the sword moves of the antelope hanging horns made people unable to touch the specific way, and could only vaguely distinguish that it was all fast swords such as "Ben Thunder Sword", and the shot was a number of ways with the Canglang Sword Liu Cheng, almost no defense, all attack.

For the opponent of this kind of road, the one-on-one single seal Zhiping is completely fearless, but at this time, there is a wound on the leg, and it takes some effort to heal with the help of the sword, plus the three miscellaneous fish are not to be harassed by the side, and the four of them work together to force him to retreat again and again, until he retreats to the chimney and sticks to the chimney, like a trapped beast in a cage.

On the other side, Lao Dong was not optimistic, he originally stabilized the three sneak attackers, who expected that it was the same as Feng Zhiping, after cutting down the two of them, four more people suddenly appeared on the upper floors on both sides, and the five people surrounded Lao Dong and attacked endlessly, if it weren't for Lao Dong's natural divine power foundation, he would have hung up long ago, and now although he can stabilize the situation, the knife edge on his body is still increasing.

Now, Feng Zhiping has completely understood that this is for him!

Xu Hao's attack was just a cover, the purpose was not to kill Xu Hao, but to lure him over to besiege and kill!

Niu Chunhan took a step ahead, and he didn't know what was going on now, but looking at the battle, he knew that he was definitely not much better, or...

A bad thought popped up in his heart, and Feng Zhiping tried his best to endure it.

Lao Niu was chosen by himself, and after observing these days, it should be no problem, and his wife and children are all in his hands, so he should not betray himself.

Unless he is out of love, even his own family can give up.

But if it weren't for him, why would these people be here, at such a precise time and place?

If it weren't for him, why didn't he appear for a long time, could it be that he was entangled by the master of the spiritual consciousness stage like himself?

The spiritual consciousness period is innate, no rarer than the gods, but it is not so much that it can be discarded casually.

Committing murder in the capital is a capital crime that is unforgivable, who would pay the innate price of the two spiritual consciousness to kill themselves?

Who has the ability to remove the obstruction of the government and arrange people here?

Who can do this without guilt?

Guilty... Is it?

The more Feng Zhiping thought about it, the more chilled he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Niu Chunhan, if it's really you, then your acting skills are really good!

If not, then you have to give me a good life, and in the future, I will chop up the people who do this bureau to provoke the relationship between you and me with my own hands, a few will be killed, and no one will be left!

I had distracting thoughts, and I didn't notice it for a while, my left shoulder was red, and a soft sword in my left hand fell to the ground.

The sword is a man in black in the congenital realm, and it hurts very much when it enters the flesh and bones, but it can't enter again.

The other party was a little stunned, and after two attempts to no avail, he was about to withdraw his sword, but he saw Feng Zhiping suddenly raise his left arm and grin, and grasped it, his voice was so cold that it froze.

"You're amazing, leave a name and tell me who you are. ”

The man in black took it again, but still didn't get it back, the hand held the sword as if it didn't feel pain, his eyes flashed, he shook his head to the side, and the remaining three immediately swung their knives to kill.

"Young Master Ben is talking to him, what are you making a fuss about, get out!"

The long sword in his right hand pressed into the roof, Feng Zhiping completely let go of the suppression, and frantically injected Yuan Force to ignite the origin.

In an instant, Jian Gang burst out, and layers of ice cubes like upside-down ice filled the roof, and the three days after tomorrow were instantly pierced, two of them were angry on the spot, and the remaining one was not dead for a while, twisting his body in pain, but strangely did not let out half a cry of pain, and even the indifference in his eyes did not change.

The black-clothed man in the Innate Realm retreated, twisted his body frantically to avoid Jian Gang's pursuit, retreated all the way to the edge of the roof and jumped to the other side of the roof before he could stand firm, his eyes were uncertain.

"Yo, it's not all idiots. ”

Feng Zhiping pulled out the blade in his shoulder socket with force, threw and held the hilt of the sword, Yuan Li swept it lightly, and licked the corner of his mouth with a cruel smile.

"Quasi-earth-level sword, yes, it's not enough to kill, it's enough to kill you bastard. I think you'd be happy to die by your own sword, right?"

Yuan Li frantically injected into the sword body, and the deep wound on the palm of his hand was hot and painful, which stimulated Feng Zhiping's face to become more and more hideous.

"One last time I asked you, who sent you, and I said, I'll give you a good time!"

The man in black watched the change of the sword in shock, hesitated when he heard the question, and after a while, he was all decided.

Feng Zhiping felt bad in his heart, so he wanted to take the lead to restrain the person, but the other party moved faster, and after a strange scream, the face towel at his mouth stirred a few times, as if he had swallowed something, and the dying one here was the same.

The next moment, the aura of the two changed, and the qi they emitted soared all the way, and in the blink of an eye, they climbed to a higher level.

It is not only the breath that has changed, but also the physique, the innate body of the spiritual consciousness period is recognizably swollen with the naked eye, and the acquired realm is even more exaggerated, the body expands rapidly like a leather ball, bursting the clothes, revealing hideous sarcoma-like muscles, behind the sliding face towel, a fairly delicate face is painfully twisted to the point of not being human, and the strange thing is that the eyes are still indifferent, and there is no pain at all.

Feng Zhiping's eyes widened, and the absurd and strange scene immediately reminded him of a person - Gou Anjie!

"Yellow Springs! You are Yellow Springs Assassins!"