Yan Dufei's body trembled slightly, he didn't know what kind of divine weapon Yang Zhen used, but he actually cut off his long sword in an instant, and cut Leng Tiexin into two pieces.

"Why don't you make a move?"

Yang Zhenzhong said, then smiled slightly, and said, "I forgot, Yan Da Swordsman's sword is broken." ”

As soon as his voice fell, his right hand stretched out, grabbed it in the air, and the long sword that Leng Tiexin fell into the muddy water suddenly bounced, and with a "whew", it flew straight towards Yan Dufei.

With a "poof", the long sword was piercing a pillar on Yan Dufei's side, the blade pierced into the pillar for three points, and the hilt shook slightly, faintly with the sound of a dragon's groan.

"Draw your sword!"

Yang Zhenzhong sneered.

He laughed endlessly, Yan Dufei suddenly raised his head, drew his sword with his backhand, Yang Zhenzhong's hands were not yet caged into the big sleeves, Yan Dufei's sword was one, and the long sword had stabbed himself three inches in the chest.

Yan Dufei's internal strength may not be as strong as Leng Tiexin's, but his sword is faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than Leng Tiexin.

Therefore, he believed that as long as Yang Zhen was careless and allowed himself to use the sword, he would definitely die under this sword.

Seeing that his sword was about to pierce Yang Zhenzhong's chest, he saw Yang Zhenzhong's hands stretched out, and with a wave of his right hand, there was already an extremely thin scimitar in his hand. The knife was thin and long, and the blade was extremely soft, and it snaked and jumped like a poisonous snake.

Yan Dufei was taken aback, he knew that Yang Zhenzhong was alone in the Central Plains with Shaolin Sect Kung Fu and Tibetan Secret Sect Martial Arts, but he never knew that he could use a blade, let alone that his blade was such a strange scimitar.

As soon as Yang Zhenzhong's knife struck, his body shrank, and the scimitar stabbed out, like a poisonous snake, quickly and incoherently wrapped around Yan Dufei's long sword.

Yan Dufei only felt that the sword sank, and this sword could no longer be pierced.

Yang Zhenzhong laughed, only heard three crisp sounds of "Titicaca", Yan Dufei's long sword had been broken into four pieces, and it was actually cut off by the strange knife in Yang Zhenzhong.

Yan Dufei was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and he was about to turn around and flee, when Yang Zhen reversed the handle of the knife and struck him the "Jizhong" point in his chest. Yan Dufei snorted, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, his body fell soft, and he faintly heard Yang Zhen say: "I won't kill you, but I will slowly concoct you!"

I don't know how long it took, Yan Dufei slowly opened his eyes, and there was a little candle flame in front of him, swaying by himself. Yan Dufei found that he was lying in a pile of straw, with extremely heavy iron shackles on his hands and feet, and he was actually locked in a cell.

"Where am I?"

Yan Dufei muttered to himself, and after a long time, he remembered the heavy blow in Yang Zhen.

"His knife, his knife!"

Yan Dufei thought of the scimitar like a poisonous snake, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cave.

"Bastard, it's time to eat, why don't you roll over to Lao Tzu?"

Someone shouted loudly, Yan Dufei looked up, but saw a rough man standing outside the wooden fence, with a big wooden barrel at his feet, looking at him with a look of disdain.

"Death thief, when you talk to you when you are old, are you deaf?"

When the man saw that Yan Dufei didn't answer, his face suddenly became hideous.

Yan Dufei had ever been insulted like this, and as soon as his arms shook, he was about to step forward and make a move. He could only hear a loud bang, and the iron cuffs that locked his arms shook for a while, but they were not broken. With his martial arts, the iron cuffs were shattered as if there was nothing, but this pair of iron cuffs was made of fine iron, and there was more heavenly silk in it, which was stronger than gold and steel, and Yan Dufei actually shook it constantly.

"You prisoner of death, you are still so arrogant when you are dying. This is the factory prison, and no one has ever been able to get out alive, so you just accept your fate!"

The man kicked the barrel over, but inside was half a bucket of black gruel. The man scolded, "You thief will die after all, so don't eat this food." ”

The man scolded and left, and Yan Dufei sat down dejectedly. He knew that the factory prison was under the control system of the East Factory, which specialized in arresting the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, and all those who were arrested and put in the factory prison had to be tortured before being killed. If Yan Dufei is not afraid on weekdays, but he is trapped by people at this time, he can't help but be afraid.

There was no daylight in the cell, and Yan Dufei didn't know if it was day or night outside. After about two hours, he heard the sound of footsteps, and he looked up in astonishment, only to see a man standing outside the fence, looking at him coldly.

"Yan Dufei, do you still recognize me?"

This person was wearing the clothes of a large internal guard, about twenty years old, Yan Dufei was a little familiar with his appearance, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. Seeing that he was dazed, the man smiled and said, "Mr. Yan is really a noble person, I almost died under your senior brother's sword last night, did I forget it so quickly?"

Yan Dufei suddenly remembered that this person was the guard who couldn't get up by Leng Tiexin's kick last night. When he and Leng Tiexin stole into the imperial study, the guard waited outside the study, but he didn't notice the whereabouts of the two, and he was not a first-class master in martial arts. Yan Dufei laughed and said, "Who am I, it turns out to be Lord Guard." ”

The guard was Li Qiufeng, he clenched the hilt of the knife in his right hand, and shouted: "You two enter the inner hall at night, it is a capital crime of the Nine Clans." I'm here to kill you, so that you don't suffer countless tortures in this prison, you should thank me!"

"Hehe, are you ashamed to be defeated by my brother's sword, and come here to kill people to vent your anger?"

Yan Dufeng said with a sneer.

Li Qiufeng's face turned red, and then he shouted: "It's useless to talk too much, you just wait for death obediently." ”

Yan Dufei watched him open the cell door and force him over step by step with a knife, his heart throbbed, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait! I have something to tell you, and after you hear it, it's not too late to kill me." ”