I could only hear the faint sound of swords cliding from the doorway. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Feng Zidu and Cheng Guyao couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both thought: "It turns out that the people who came in earlier gathered here, but it's no wonder that they can't find it." But how can there be the sound of swords clashing? Could it be that someone is going to rob the prison tonight?" they all rejoiced, and they all took advantage of this chaos to take the opportunity to rescue Cheng Zong's dart.

The two of them quietly hid themselves and went down the stairs and turned the corner, but saw a small courtyard below, high on all sides and low in the middle, like the bottom of a well, with only one stone step in and out, and two cells in each row on the east and west. Now there were more than a dozen people in official uniforms standing around the courtyard, but they were all smiling and grinning, whispering to each other, and pointing at the same time, it was the imperial guards and officials. And the seven or eight lanterns in the courtyard reflected like day, illuminating the two people in the open space in the middle, the two people were high and low, swords and swords, fighting fiercely.

The sword on the field is a middle-aged man, a long sword in his hand pointing east and west, horizontal and vertical stabs, the operation is very fast, sneering, extremely ingenious. The big inner guard who fought against him made a dignified knife move, and one knife turned to the next one, but the strength overflowed, and the sound of wind and thunder gradually made, and each cut out forced the sword man's body to shake slightly, and he had to take half a step back.

Feng Zi saw that the sweat beads on the swordsman's forehead were dripping, and the clothes on his body were soaked, so he shook his head and whispered to Cheng Guyao: "Sister Yao, if this goes on like this, this person is afraid that he will not be able to resist the other party's series of three knife attacks." After a little contemplation, he realized that he was the middle-aged vendor who was selling sugar gourds in front of the government office in the evening.

Cheng Guyao's eyes were firmly fixed on the sword moves used by the vendor, with a very strange expression on his face, and he muttered: "Strange, how can this person make the swordsmanship of the Emei faction? Brother Zidu, the move on his sword should be the 'Feihong Thirty-six Swords' of the Emei faction." My grandfather taught me, but I haven't had time to learn it yet. Feng Zidu was very surprised when he heard this, and asked, "Are you saying that this person is from your Emei faction?" Could it be that this person also came here to rob the prison to save Cheng Zong's dart?" Cheng Guyao shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, I haven't seen this person yet." ”

Sure enough, the guard on the field saw that the swordsman was stumbling, and his swordsmanship began to be a little messy, and he was overjoyed, and he was about to take this opportunity to stand out in front of the brothers. So he suddenly shouted and shouted, "Wu Na traitor, don't you hurry up and throw your sword to die!"

Seeing this, the guards and others in the audience applauded and shouted: "Brother Qi is a good knife skill! Haha, the Emei faction is vulnerable, and they lost two lives here in vain." After all, Qi Laosan is still a step above Brother Dong and Brother Tong, and he has greatly breathed a bad breath for our guards. Some people also took the opportunity to sneer: "Dong Tong's two brothers always boast about how good their martial arts are, but they didn't know that they couldn't make three moves under the sword of others, so they each hung a heavy color." ”

Fengzi said secretly: "This man turns out to be really from the Emei faction." "I think he is here for Mr. Cheng's dart, everyone sees the same thing, and they share the same hatred, so they should help each other. So he went to the corner of the wall next to him and cut off a piece of rubble, and was about to throw it at the sword guard.

Suddenly, I heard Cheng Bingnan's faint voice coming from a cell on the west side: "Senior nephew Huang, Uncle Huang is here to thank you for your kindness." You and Master Gan's nephew are not the opponents of Qi Hong's Chaotic Wind Knife yet, stay in Qingshan, and quickly escape!"

The sword man suddenly tightened in front of his eyes, hurriedly shook his sword to block, and choked up when he heard the words, and shouted: "Senior uncle, senior brother Gan, he ...... He's already gone one step ahead. If it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, everyone just leave their lives here, how can they abandon their uncle like that beast?" As soon as the words fell, he was slightly careless, and his left arm was dragged by the guard with a knife, and he snorted in pain, and was full of anger, and shouted: "The rats are against the species, which Rong'er and others are presumptuous!" gritted his teeth, "sneered" with a sword, and stabbed the sword straight at the guard's throat.