Although Feng Qingling is a little arrogant, but after knowing what dart Feng Youwei bets, it is naturally the style of a famous lady, leaving no room for it!

With his right hand, he drew the soft whip from his waist and swung it directly at the assassin who attacked him with his sword from top to bottom. was already caught off guard by the second senior brother of the Changfeng Dart Bureau, and occupied the bottom, and the result was unsettled and wave after wave. There is a red ribbon tied to the tip of the soft whip, but there are a little iron filings on the seemingly ordinary ribbon, if these are drawn on people, without hard self-defense, they will definitely be stripped of some flesh.

The vertical sword was pointed upwards and hit the red ribbon, but the iron filings on the ribbon went around directly to the right arm with the help of inertia, and directly scraped off a piece of flesh. In pain, the assassin's right hand flicked, and the blade fell to the ground. And in an instant, the second senior brother's sword was cold-blooded and ruthless, stabbing straight into the throat at this moment.

A wisp of blood flowed down the blade, leaving it on the hilt and dripping between the ground.

The second senior brother suddenly drew his sword, then took out a handkerchief from his arms, held the low end of the blade, and wiped the blood from the bottom up: "I have just reached enlightenment, and I don't cherish the hard-won gains of the acquired realm, so I covet the goods of my Changfeng Dart Bureau, and really seek death." ”

These two apprentices are cultivated by Feng Youwei since childhood, just like his own son, the eldest disciple Feng Mo Chen, the second disciple Feng Mo Ji, while teaching martial arts, the two also compete, and at the same time arrived at the day after tomorrow with a weak crown, this year is twenty-five, is already a good hand in the realm of the acquired Ming Qi.

Fengmo Ji looked around, he naturally knew that there were many people around him who were ready to move, although this blow was an example to the monkey, but under the temptation of Tianxue Wudian, it was difficult to have much effect.

And the dealer on the side also understood that the background of these people was not simple, so he directly returned Xiao back: "This Xiao is a gift from the old Feng seniors, I dare not keep it, please Miss Feng take it back." ”

The wind was light and not pretentious, took Xiao, and went directly on the road, and the five of them rushed to the halfway point......

A warm breeze blew, and the warm wind in the cold winter should have been particularly refreshing, but it made the five people's hairs stand up, because in such a cold season, it is impossible to have such a warm spring breeze.

With a bang, the four swords came out of their sheaths and stood in a circle, encircling the wind lightly in the middle.

"Who!

In response, there was a burst of maniacal laughter and dizzying eyes: "Haha......"

"Frost on a snowy night!" is not as warm as the spring breeze just now, at this time, a cold chill freezes people's bone marrow, and a cold palm goes straight to the wind and ink dust.

Feng Mochen is a senior brother, so naturally he will not fall behind in martial arts, so he throws the sword scabbard forward in his left hand, and the sword in his right hand is a little heavier, directly dispersing the cold and domineering palm qi

The blow failed to succeed, and the person immediately regained his strength and retreated a few feet. Only then did the five of them see this face clearly by the moonlight.

"Drunkard Gu!" one of the dart masters blurted out, unlike Feng Youwei's disciples, they don't have to run around for a living. People like them, who make a living from darts, naturally need to know where the snake is, where the people can deal with, and where the people can help, the so-called well-informed. This ability to recognize people has been practiced for many years.

Feng Qingling looked confused, he hadn't heard of this person, but although the senior brother Feng Mochen next to him had never seen this person, he knew his deeds.

He didn't dare to put away the sword, but held the scabbard with his left hand, and held the sword with his right hand and hugged his fist and said: "It turned out to be an ancient senior! I don't know why the predecessor blocked the way? Don't you know that we are wantonly blocking the way on the way to the dart, and it is to provoke trouble!"

The drunkard's voice was like that of a drunken man, and he said intermittently, "Ha...... Darts?On the way, have fun...... Isn't ...... Isn't that a dereliction of duty...... Haha!"

But if you think that this person is drunk and drunk, it is a big mistake, this river and lake is dangerous, dare to go into the rivers and lakes to drink and get drunk like this, naturally have some skills in hand!

Although I hadn't heard of the deeds of the drunkard Gu, seeing that the senior brother was so respectful, Feng Qingling also hugged his fists and said, "Please also ask the seniors to give way!"

Listening to Feng Qingling's words, the drunkard Gu hehe smiled: "This is the daughter of the wind......? It's a pity that I have a grudge against the Changfeng Dart Bureau for the other two volumes of the Armor Martial Arts, but with you as a hostage and get the rest of the Armor Martial Scriptures, I will definitely be able to break through the day after tomorrow and reach the innate level!"

"What kind of armor and martial arts? seniors are afraid that they will be ......"

Before the words fell, the drunkard Gu's hands were like pliers, directly attacking the two of them who were the most threatening.

In the woods next to it, there is a hidden figure observing everything in secret.

The Wind Ink Dust Sword went on the road, piercing the heart, and the Wind Ink Ji Sword went sideways and swept across the right knee. They are brothers who have practiced martial arts together for many years, and they resist the enemy together, so they naturally have the same heart. If it is an ordinary martial artist of the Acquired Ming Qi Realm, if he is attacked like this, he must first retreat by three points, and then consider it. But the drunkard Gu Ben is a martial artist who has been wandering for many years, and his cultivation is the Heavenly Palace Realm among the three realms of the day after tomorrow, coupled with Ning Zhijuan's cultivation and the recent non-stop killing and honing of martial arts, the cultivation has really reached more than one level, and it faintly has the meaning of the peak of the day after tomorrow.

The drunkard Gu's right leg was raised, blocking the blade horizontally, attached to the sword body, and his left hand was grasping the tip of the sword of Feng Mochen, pulling it back, standing independently and steadily on one leg, but it controlled the direction of the two swords.

"Bang!"

The sound of the bowstring, in the moonlit night, was as eye-catching as a lamp, and a sharp arrow pierced the heart of the wind and ink dust along the moonlight.

Feng Qingling and the two dart masters only saw that Feng Mochen's body shook slightly, and an arrow slightly came out of the back of the heart, setting off a little bit of blood under the moonlight, so sad.

"Big brother!"

"Senior brother!"

"The eldest son!"

At this time, the drunkard Gu also paused, he didn't want to form a mortal enemy with Feng Youwei. Who doesn't know that Feng Youwei has no children under his knees, and the two apprentices are like their own sons, and one of them died at once, no matter what, this account will be counted on his head!

I don't want to stay, I get out as soon as possible, although I seem to be drunk, but the drunkard can walk the rivers and lakes for so many years, and naturally knows the measure. We can't stay here, we must leave quickly! Martial arts are important, but life is even more important! Jumping in and carrying light skills, like a bird floating away.

The figure in the shadows shook its head in disappointment, and then disappeared.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you hold on!"

Although there are quite a few contradictions, at the moment of life and death, Fengmo Ji is still worried, so he directly transports his true qi to the body of Fengmochen, in a vain attempt to protect his heart with his true qi.

Feng Qingling is already in a hurry, like an elder brother, the senior brother is dying, and he can't say a word at all. And the two dart heads are to see that even if the wind and ink season is lucky, it can only temporarily solve the urgent need, and the total dart head must be found. Only the chief dart head of the innate qi realm can save the eldest prince.

"Quick! Carry the eldest prince back quickly!

In the distance, under the shade of a tree, a figure exuded the strength of the Imperial Qi Realm, watching everything that happened.

"Who are the Darkbolts, and what is their purpose? But it doesn't matter...... To help such an injury, you are afraid that you will lose half of the true yuan, hum!