Rain cats and dogs.

Li Qiufeng stood in the rain, but he didn't move. He knew that if he moved a little, the mysterious figure lurking on the eaves of the main hall would definitely make a move.

He knew that he was definitely no match for this man.

It's been three watches at night, and although the palace is a master like a cloud, only Li Qiufeng is standing in the rain at this moment.

He didn't move, neither did the man on the eaves.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly pierced the dark night sky, and only at this moment, Li Qiufeng saw a man in black standing on the eaves. Pale face, snow-white sword.

After the lightning, Li Qiufeng's eyes were dark again, but he knew that the man in black had drawn his sword.

In the raging storm, a trace of cold sword qi was pressing towards his eyebrows.

The strong autumn wind jumped up and took out the knife.

With a sharp sound of "Zheng", the swords intersected, and a few drops of rain were excited by the sword qi of the man in black, and they were shooting on Li Qiufeng's face, which was extremely uncomfortable. What's even worse is that the sword of the man in black shocked Li Qiufeng's right arm and was shocking, and the Xuanxu Sword Technique, which he had practiced for twenty years, was unexpectedly vulnerable.

Rain.

Li Qiufeng put the long knife across his chest and listened attentively. He couldn't guess why the Man in Black was here. When a martial arts master enters the palace, he either assassinates the emperor or robs the treasure. However, this is neither the emperor's dormitory, nor the treasures of the Internal Affairs Office, but the emperor's imperial study. Because of this, there is only one Ouchi guard on duty every night.

Li Qiufeng couldn't make a warning, he knew that in the raging storm, his voice couldn't be heard at all.

The sound of "silk" was soft, and although the rain was loud, it couldn't hide the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air. Li Qiufeng's heart sank, the tiger roared, and the long knife cut back.

The long knife was submerged in the wind and rain, like cutting into a ball of cotton. Li Qiufeng was stunned, and at this moment, another lightning bolt slashed, and the man in black stood three feet in front of him, and the long sword in his right hand was slowly stabbing at his throat. And his long knife was wrapped in the big sleeve of the left arm of the man in black.

Li Qiufeng abandoned the knife, and his body flew backwards like an arrow. With a "bang", the back of the heart hit a large pillar in the long corridor outside the imperial study. The force of this collision was so great, Li Qiufeng's chest hurt, his throat was sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The rain was louder. Li Qiufeng seemed to have a little cold light in front of him, and he knew that it was not lightning, but the sword light of the man in black.

Li Qiufeng closed his eyes and waited for death.

There was a soft sound of "click", and his body was gently pulled, and he couldn't help but tilt a little to the right. But this deviation saved his life. The long sword of the man in black stabbed into the pillar against his throat, and the cold sword aura made him shudder.

"What did you enter the Great Interior at night?"

Although the rain was loud, it could not hide the man's voice.

Li Qiufeng knew that he was saved. The person who came was the commander of the Jinyi Guard, known as the "No. 1 Master of Ouchi", who made Yang Zhenzhong. Li Qiufeng knew that the martial arts of Yang Zhenzhong were ten times better than himself, and although the martial arts of the mysterious man in black were high, they were still inferior to Yang Zhenzhong.

The night was dark and raining heavily. The three of them couldn't see each other's appearances clearly, but they didn't dare to be careless.

Lightning.

Li Qiufeng suddenly realized that the man in black was standing in front of the pillar, and the long sword in his right hand had pierced into the pillar, but it suddenly appeared in the middle of the sun, and the man in black did not dare to withdraw his sword and make a sound, so he had to stand still like a zombie.

Yang Zhen, who was dressed in a green robe, was neutral at Li Qiufeng's side, his hands were wrapped in his sleeves, and he looked at the man in black with a smile.

Lightning is only a matter of moments, and then it is dark night.

"Qinghai Killing Three Musketeers, are you Yan Dufei or Leng Tiexin?"

Yang Zhenzhong asked coldly. The Qinghai faction is located outside the Central Plains, with strange martial arts and strange whereabouts, which has always been intolerable to the Central Plains martial arts. It's just that there are many masters in the Qinghai faction, especially the "Three Musketeers Who Kill You" are the most outstanding. These three people are the personal disciples of Shi Yunzong, the head of the Qinghai faction, the eldest disciple Qiao Sinan has been missing for many years, and it is rumored that he has died in the Western Regions, only Yan Dufei and Leng Tiexin still appear in the rivers and lakes from time to time. Li Qiufeng naturally knew the names of these two people, but he didn't know why they wanted to enter the big inner at night.

The rain slowed down a little, the wind had stopped, and a figure could be faintly seen.

"Cold Iron Heart. You, Yang Zhenzhong?"

The man in black said word by word. Yang Zhenzhong laughed and said, "Not bad." The epicenter of the sun is just below. Leng Da Swordsman is famous in Qinghai, why bother to go to Beijing to troubled the waters? You are a famous swordsman, Yang doesn't want to embarrass you. You just go out of the palace, Yang should not see it. ”

"No, you can't. ”

The word Leng Tiexin said it categorically, and slowly pulled the long sword out of the pillar. His sword is three inches into the wood, although it is not deep, but it is enough to kill a person, and this person's sword is really accurate and ruthless. Li Qiufeng's heart was cold, knowing that if it wasn't for Yang Zhenzhong's rescue, ten Li Qiufeng would not be able to avoid this sword.

"Since you don't want to leave, Yang is going to leave you behind. ”

Yang Zhen smiled, his arms shook, and with a "whew" sound, countless raindrops were blown by the strong wind of his sleeves, hitting the walls and pillars, making a crackling crash.

"Broken Yang Hand!"

Leng Tiexin was shocked. Yang Zhenzhong was born in Southern Shaolin, and later practiced Tantric "Broken Yang Hand" magic skills, and his internal strength is so strong that he is not under any of the top masters in the world. Although Leng Tiexin has lived in Qinghai for a long time and knows the name of Yang Zhenzhong, he has never been defeated since his debut, and he doesn't pay much attention to it. At this time, seeing that Yang Zhenzhong's martial arts were so good, his heart couldn't help but be terrified.

"The swordsmanship of the Qinghai faction is unique in the northwest, there must be something unique, Yang will come to teach Mr. Leng's peerless martial arts, you can make a move." Yang Zhenzhong said as he wrapped his hands in his big sleeves again, as if he didn't put Leng Tiexin in his eyes.

Leng Tiexin snorted, and the long sword pointed diagonally at Yang Zhenzhong, but his body didn't move.

Li Qiufeng knew that the decisive battle between the two masters was imminent, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

At the beginning of the heavy rain, the rain fell between the eaves.

Yang Zhenzhong seemed to be smiling, but still did not move. Leng Tiexin's face was solemn, and the long sword seemed to tremble slightly.

At this moment, there was a loud "click", and the long window of the imperial study had been shaken and flew out, and a sword light was like a dragon in the air, and it stabbed the heart after the earthquake of the sun.

Li Qiufeng and Yang Zhenzhong didn't expect that there was still a person hidden in the imperial study.