In the frightened eyes of everyone in the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau, the man in white slowly walked to the middle of the road, slightly raised his left arm holding the sword, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and his angular face was like a one-man man, and he couldn't open his arrogant look.

Wang Yangbo lifted the reins of the horse, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said loudly towards the white-clothed fist: "Shuofang Tianying Dart Bureau Wang Yangbo, take advantage of the wild wolf valley, please raise your noble hand!"

The man in white didn't move at all, didn't say a word, as if he hadn't heard Wang Yangbo speak at all.

Miao Fei carefully flicked the horse's head, and hid sideways behind a dart leader, he quietly took off the longbow and pulled the string full, and a white-haired arrow with a purple arrow was ready to fire.

The arrow is purple, indicating that this white-haired feather arrow has been fed with poison, and Miao Fei has never used poisoned arrows until life and death are at stake.

Seeing that the red and white shuangsha did not react, and the one who played the piano continued to play the piano, and continued to be in a daze, Wang Yangbo gritted his teeth, took out five silver tickets of one hundred taels from his arms, and shouted at the man in white: "Friend, Wang Yangbo and you have never known each other, and the Tianying Dart Bureau and your well water do not interfere with the river water! The road is facing the sky, let's go to the side, and the five hundred taels of silver will be exchanged for a few glasses of wine!"

After hearing Wang Yangbo's words, all the darts looked at each other, and Wang Da dart heads were not so generous in the past.

There are horse thieves blocking the road, under normal circumstances, it is enough to take out thirty taels or fifty taels of money to buy the road, even if it is a fierce mountain with a face, one hundred taels can be settled.

But today, as soon as Wang Da Dart's head shot, it was full of five hundred taels of silver!

Wang Yangbo had no intention of doing anything with this thin bamboo pole, and the group of people behind him was no match for the group of horse thieves with a handful of hair.

Seeing Wang Yangbo and the man in white in a beautiful way, Gao Li, who was as black as a bear, threw away the thoughts of ghosts and gods in his heart, in fact, he had been carefully observing whether the man in white had a shadow just now, but the sky was dark and cloudy, where could I see the shadow?

Gao Li saw that the man in white was indifferent to the five hundred taels of silver tickets, and he had the courage to shout loudly: "There is a cloud in the northwest Xuantian, and the phoenix has fallen into a flock of crows! Lao Hai, let's report 10,000! The pestle is hard, and it doesn't cross the wind? Mushroom, what price?"

Gao Li once mixed under the mountain of "sitting on the ground cannon" for two or three years, and then because he disagreed with the second master, he went down the mountain to throw a dart game. Colliers knows a few black words and often shows off in front of the dart master.

"Lao Hai" refers to friends, "Pestle Gate is hard" refers to more than two silver, "Straddle the Wind" refers to riding a horse, and "Mushrooms, what price" Gao Li can't remember exactly what it means, so he said it by the way.

The man in white frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Noise!"

Then, the long sword in the man in white waved casually, and a sword qi wrapped in a dark blue cold light broke through the air!

"Be careful!"

Before Wang Yangbo's words fell, this dazzling blue sword qi had already split the black-like bear-like Gao Li in two from the center of his eyebrows, and even the people and horses were cut in half!

Gao Li's collapsing flesh and blood instantly stained the snow red, and the flesh and bones were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this tragic situation, everyone in the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau was fur on end, and their souls were scattered, and they couldn't help but think of the tragic situation of the gang of horse thieves with a handful of hair.

Fu Daguang slid down from the carriage and knelt in the snow and kowtowed......

The woman in red turned a blind eye to this bloody scene, her fingers fluttered, and the sound of the piano did not mess at all.

Miao Fei's eyes were cold, the five fingers of his right hand were loosened, and the feather arrow that had been fed with poison roared out, and the position where the feather arrow was aimed was the heart of the man in white.

Miao Fei had no missing arrows within a hundred zhang, and he shot copper coins and leaves without missing them, and today he was even more confident that the accuracy of this arrow was not bad.

"Miao Zi don't!" Wang Da Dart suddenly exclaimed after seeing Miao Feiyu's arrow out of his hand, but at this time, he was afraid that it was too late to shout.

The man in white didn't move an inch under his feet as if he had taken root, he raised his right hand, pressed his thumb to his middle finger, and gently flicked it in the air!

The feather arrow that Miao Fei shot with all his strength actually flew straight backwards at a faster speed!

Miao Fei's eyes widened, he couldn't have imagined that there was still this kind of kung fu in the world, where is this still martial arts, I'm afraid it's already the way of heaven!

But half a breath, the tail end of the feather arrow had already penetrated Miao Fei's throat, and the two dart masters behind him couldn't dodge, and were pierced out by the feather arrow.

Miao Fei fell off his horse and rolled down in the flawless white snowflakes, he subconsciously covered his throat, but the blood still couldn't stop gushing out.

After Miao Fei felt the warmth of the blood on his hands, the piercing pain came to him, and he wanted to scream and wail, but he couldn't, because his vocal cords had been pierced by feather arrows.

Miao Fei, who left home at the age of fourteen and traveled thousands of miles from Sichuan and Shu to the northwest to break into the rivers and lakes, has never shed a single tear, and there is no such thing as at this time.

Miao Fei didn't have any big dreams of becoming famous, at first he only wanted to eat a full meal by walking darts, but after seeing Tang Yu, the second lady of the Tang family, he thought about practicing martial arts hard and helping her support the Eagle Dart Bureau.

She doesn't have to give herself anything, as long as you can see her smile.

At this moment, Miao Fei didn't want anything, he just wanted to see Tang Yu again.

Miao Fei covered his throat with one hand and supported the ground with the other, and slowly crawled towards the back of the dart team, the blood drawing a bleak trace on the snow.

Tang Yu turned over and dismounted, staggered out a dozen steps, and hugged Miao Fei tightly in his arms.

Miao Fei's lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

Tang Yu held Miao Fei's blood-drenched palm and sobbed, "Miaozi, you say, I'll listen!"

Miao Fei smiled, there was still not a teardrop on his face, his lips moved again, and it seemed that it should be four words: "Take me home." ”

Tang Yu hugged Miao Fei tightly, the mountain chain mail on his chest was stained with blood, this chivalrous woman who had been stabbed and still laughed as usual, couldn't cry at this moment.

Sometimes, the rivers and lakes are so cruel, so cruel that no one except Tang Yu cares about a nobody like Miao Fei, and so cruel that Miao Fei, who is so talented, doesn't even have a chance to swing a knife in front of a strong enemy. The rivers and lakes are affectionate, and the rivers and lakes are also ruthless, among which the joys and sorrows are warm and cold, only those who are in the rivers and lakes will know.

Miao Fei died, with a smile on his face and blood, he died in Tang Yu's arms.

Wang Yangbo did not show grief because of Miao Fei's death, more than 30 years of life in the green forest made him accustomed to life and death, and at this moment he was thinking about whether he could find an opportunity to restrain the woman in red who played the piano, and used it to threaten the thin bamboo pole that was sword qi as soon as he made a move.

Only in this way can everyone in the Aquila Dart Bureau have a glimmer of life.

Wang Da Dart Head is the real old Jianghu.

The man in white who killed the four people in the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau with only two understated moves didn't care about Miao Fei or Wang Yangbo at all, he paced a few steps forward leisurely, frightening everyone in the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau to retreat for a while.

The man in white, who had been silent, finally spoke, and he said loudly: "The third prince of the Tibetan Heaven Sect, you have made it so hard to find the sword!"

It turned out that the white-clothed sword immortal who volleyed the sword was Mr. Zhijian who forced Ning Yuan to death in the drunken sky tower that day, and the woman in red who played the piano was naturally his henchman Wei Qianling.

After speaking, the long sword in the man in white flew out of his hand, and a sword flew in the air, turning into a sword light in the sky.

The majestic sword qi instantly enveloped the wild wolf valley, accompanied by the more and more solemn high-pitched piano sound, sweeping overwhelmingly!

The blue sword flying in the air shuttled at an extremely fast speed, as agile as electricity, it looked like there were hundreds of swords, and a thousand swords formed a sword array, and the entire Wild Wolf Valley was shrouded in a layer of light blue.

The demeanor of the master is not very obvious, and the white-clothed thin bamboo pole said amazingly: "To be able to die under my Cangxiao sword is an honor that you and other ants can't ask for!"

After speaking, the sword qi rushed into the bullfight, and the green dragon collapsed into the mountains.

Wang Yangbo's eyes, which were slightly cloudy due to his old age, reflected the sharp sword light like a jade dragon in the sky, like a raging wolf, and like flying snow.

The opponent was so strong, he still did not give up the last glimmer of hope, drew the broad-bladed ring knife that had been in the bloody battle of the rivers and lakes for a long time, and swung out a near-perfect blade, slashing at Wei Qianling, the woman in red who was playing the piano.

Although this knife is very beautiful, although it is very old and spicy, this knife is in vain.

On the green forest road, Wang Da Dart, who had always won more and lost less, had not yet jumped off the horse's back, and his head was flattened by the blue-blue sword light flying in the air.

With the wails one after another, the dart team of the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau, even with the horses and then the carriage, was strangled by this blue sword light, and it was miserable.

Tang Yu, the future head of the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau, stood at the end of the dart team holding Miao Fei's body, her face was not flustered or sad, and the twelve flying knives on her waist were safely inserted in the cowhide wallet.

The gold lord "Three Princes" attracted this white-clothed god, but if it weren't for the "Three Princes" who turned around and left, and took over the dart for her father Tang Wenze, Miao Fei in her arms should have just returned from hunting at this time, and maybe she could bring back a wild fox who made her a cotton hat.

Man dies for wealth, birds die for food, is it gold and silver treasures that kill people? No, it is desire and human hearts.

Tang Yu stared at the overwhelming blue sword light, wiped the tears on her face, she was very unaccustomed to the way she cried, the law of the jungle is the law of the rivers and lakes, how could tears have changed this eternal iron law?

The blue-blue sword light raging in the air had already strangled most of the Dart Riders of the Sky Eagle Dart Bureau, and was about to strangle Tang Yu who was standing behind.

The "Third Prince" suddenly hugged Tang Yu into the carriage, Tang Yu was in a trance, and there was no struggle.

The "third son" stared at the scar on her face that was as hideous as a centipede, and said softly: "We are both bitter children whose parents don't hurt." ”

Outside the carriage, the blue-blue sword of the sword finally stopped, and the "Entering Song" came to an abrupt end, and the heaven and earth returned to a dead silence.

The snow in the Wild Wolf Valley is almost completely dyed red, and it is another Shura field that can scare people into peeing their pants.

"Third Prince, why don't you show up and talk about it? Is this the hospitality of your Tibetan Heavenly Sect?"

Zhijian's slightly hoarse voice came from outside the car.