Last time, Jiang Feng and his party were rushing to the place where the palace was located, and the Death Gate was also dispatched at the same time, and the two teams were about to meet. Liu Shichen asked the housekeeper Fu Bo to give the Liaodong Three Heroes an order to prepare for the war, and he went to visit his daughter's boudoir. Liu Bingbing knew that the matter was irreparable, and only hoped that his father would be safe and sound. Liu Gongzi was in the Yin Mansion of the Capital Mansion, quietly watching the result of the death match between the Death Gate and the Zhaoxian Pavilion.

Feng Ding was groggy, only to feel that his body was about to be covered by the falling snow, and there was a chill all over his body.

Where is this? Is it the eighteen layers of hell?

Yes, maybe it's really the eighteenth layer of hell, it's really hateful, I'm sorry Brother Jiang, I haven't been able to complete the task when I'm dying!

Just as he was delirious and his mind was foggy, his mouth was forcibly squeezed open, and some powdered medicine mixed with snow water poured into his mouth. This series of movements made him cough non-stop

"In vain, you are still a famous hero in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that if you don't bring water with you, you don't even have the ability to swallow medicinal powder, it's really ridiculous!"

Feng Ding had heard this voice before, but it was definitely not his acquaintance, who was it?

Just as he was wondering, Tang Fusheng's heart-rending roar came from not far away: "Stinky boy, you dare to plot against me, I will definitely break your body into ten thousand pieces today!"

"I really didn't expect your old guy to be so resilient, it looks like the knock on the back of your head just now was a little lighter. ”

"I'm not going to give you another chance to sneak attack, stinky boy, let's die!" Tang Fusheng exclaimed excitedly.

"Hmph, I don't want to kill you, you're not a master of swordsmanship, and I don't want to fight with you, so let's go! ”

"Joke, what a joke, even though I now have one less arm to use, even though I am seriously injured now, but to kill a yellow hair like you... Oh no, it should be a white-haired boy, and it's easy. Besides, do you really think that the bottle of medicinal powder that I slackened on my body must be an antidote?" Tang Fusheng forcibly suppressed the attack of internal injuries and sneered.

"Whether it's an antidote or a poison, it's none of my business, I'm just doing what I have to do, and as for whether or not I can save this person, it depends on his creation. However, your bottle of powder, tied to the chest of your underwear, I don't think it's a poison, if it's not an antidote. ”

When he said this, Tang Fusheng's originally arrogant face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said angrily: "Stinky boy, you dare to go against the Death Gate, today I want you to see my methods." ”

"Hmph, dying man, it's useless to talk too much!"

Tang Fusheng forcibly lifted the last internal force, held the scimitar in his left hand, and rushed towards the man in white, a battle of weapons, crisp and pleasant.

Feng Ding's vision was blurred, so he had to lie on the ground and vaguely see the white hair and the chic posture of wielding the sword under the dark night, which was very similar to Tan Boxiong, the former head of the Shandong Imperial Sword Gate. At this moment, although Feng Ding regained some consciousness, he was still speechless, and said in his heart: It turned out to be him! White-haired demon boy, no wonder I think his voice is familiar. But why did he come to my rescue, given his eccentric and cruel nature, and the fact that I had little friendship with him, he probably wouldn't have done such a thing.

Feng Ding knew that the doubts in his stomach could only be answered after the white-haired demon boy solved Tang Fusheng.

Although Tang Fusheng's skills are high, he was seriously injured after the battle with Feng Ding, and he is already at the end of his strong crossbow. The white-haired demon boy is different, although he killed Elder Sun and Elder Zhu of Dimen before, and then had a battle with Yue Xingchen, he did not suffer internal injuries after all, and his young physical strength is good, plus after escaping from the division, he has been fighting to the death like this all the way, so he has completely gained the upper hand in two rounds.

"As I said earlier, I don't want to kill you, you have to force me! You people from the Death Gate really want to die so much?" The white-haired demon boy's sword became more and more flexible, and his sword moves became more and more varied. Where will Tang Fusheng, who has a broken right arm, still be his opponent, not to mention attacking at this moment, even parrying is extremely difficult.

"Elder Sun, Elder Zhu, plus you, I will kill you three elders of the Death Earth Gate within one day, it seems that I and the Liang Zi of the Death Earth Gate are settled at this moment. As soon as the white-haired demon boy's words fell, the white naginata sword slashed up, hot and red blood splattered out, dyed red and about to fall on the frozen snow, the cold wind was biting cold, and his sword was more like Bai Wuchang wailing.

Tang Fusheng suddenly felt unbearable pain coming from his body, and when he looked back, his left arm was long gone. The white-haired demon boy flew up and kicked him in the cheek, sending him a few steps away.

"The left arm is broken, the right arm is gone, that's all!" the white-haired demon boy shook the white nagina sword, and the blood stained with Tang Fusheng dripped from the tip of the sword. When the blood was completely out of the sword, he suddenly raised his head, retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath, without the slightest superfluous action, this is the decision of a true swordsman. And the white-haired demon boy has more indifference in this decision, which is the loneliness of pursuing the ultimate peak swordsmanship, this loneliness, perhaps only he can understand.

"Stinky boy, why do you want to help him? Why?" Tang Fusheng asked in pain as his lower lip had been bitten by himself.

"Entrusted by others, the matter of ending people, that's all!" said the white-haired demon boy indifferently, his expression, from beginning to end, did not change in the slightest, as if everything he was doing now had nothing to do with him.

Tang Fusheng coughed and vomited a pool of blood, his body finally couldn't support it, and he fell to his knees.

"I really didn't expect that I would die in the hands of a junior like you all my life, I'm unwilling, I... No... Be willing!" Tang Fusheng held back his last bit of strength and exclaimed in annoyance.

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, this is an eternal truth. Today you die at my hand, tomorrow I may die at the hands of others, why should you be so sad? Born in the world, but in order to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the heart. Life is not sad, death is not painful, you have lived for such a long time, you can't see this life and death, what's the point of continuing to live. The white-haired demon boy had turned his back and looked at him no more.

Tang Fusheng's injuries were too serious, and his whole body was soaked in blood, even though his martial arts were strong, he had already reached the brink of death after bleeding for such a long time. He gritted his teeth and hated in his heart: Door master, his subordinates have failed, and he has no words to see you, so he will go first. Thinking of this, he became even more emotional, a mouthful of blood rushed up, stuck in his throat, and he was unable to spit it out, so he suffocated to death.

"Hey, are you alright?" asked the white-haired demon boy, leaning over

Feng Ding knew that he was talking to himself, he opened his mouth slightly, tried his best, and couldn't make a sound, so he had to squeeze out a wry smile.

The white-haired demon boy tied the white naginata sword around his waist, supported him to his feet, and said, "You don't have to say anything, you can't help Jiang Feng now, I'll take you to a place to heal, don't move." After speaking, he stepped on the end of the dragon stick, and the dragon stick bounced up under the force, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it. The sky was dark, and the aura of murder enveloped the entire capital. The white-haired demon boy helped Feng Ding and walked towards the inn with light.

On the other hand, Jiang Feng and the others finally arrived near the Death Gate. Wang Yixin flew up to the tall building with light skills, and saw that not far ahead, many fires were neatly lined up, and the posture of treating the enemy so strictly made people look terrifying. Wang Yixin's heart sank, and he hurriedly came down and reported: "Brothers, this is not good, the Death Gate seems to have been arranged in front, just waiting for the arrival of our group." ”

"Isn't this something to be expected, what's all the fuss about!" Xu Yuan said disdainfully.

"That's right, but if we break through like this, I'm afraid it's still more than lucky!" Wang Yixin worried.

"With so many brothers together, what are we afraid of?" Yang Ge asked rhetorically.

Everyone responded, "Yes!"

"Okay, don't make any noise, let's see what the owner has to say. Yan Kuo shouted, and everyone stopped talking, this deputy hall owner of the Beijing Zhaoxian Pavilion was indeed very prestigious.

"Actually, I've thought a lot about it along the way. I'm the best at the worst, a manly man, born between heaven and earth, nothing more than death. Although we are not afraid of death, we must do our best to minimize the damage. If we are all killed, what can the emperor do? Therefore, in the face of the Death Gate, on the basis of our strength, we still need to use strategy to outwit us, which is the best policy. Jiang Feng said solemnly.

"What's the use of just talking, Jiang Feng, have you come up with any good strategy?" asked Wang Yixin impatiently.

"We are already familiar with it, we must now divide our troops into two ways!" Jiang Feng said solemnly.

"At this juncture, scatter our main forces, how can this defeat the gate of death. It's not a good idea, and I don't agree with it at the first time. Yan Kuo immediately retorted.

"Brother Yan, don't worry, everyone here must unite as one to deal with the Death Gate together to have a chance of winning. But if it is all exposed, I am afraid that I will lose the opportunity. As I said earlier, strength is the foundation, and it is best to use a little strategy on this basis. And there are three key people in this strategy of mine!" Jiang Feng said with a frown.

"Oh, there are three key people? Yan Kuo was quite curious and asked.

Jiang Feng looked at the three brothers in his mind and said slowly, "..."

Who are the three people Jiang Feng is talking about?

Let's see the next breakdown.