Although they were talking, they were not idle in their hands, and Meng Xin had already pulled out her personal short sword and found Song Li.

As the saying goes, one point is long, one point is strong, one point is short, one point is dangerous. The short sword can only be attacked at close range, but the long-distance battle will obviously suffer a big loss, so Mengxin has been looking for an opportunity to get close to Song Li, Song Li of course also saw her this, the thirty-six style of the knife played "whirring", and she was never allowed to get close to her chest, he thought that under a fierce attack, she would definitely be forced to disarm and surrender, but he underestimated Mengxin, her light skills came from the true inheritance of the mantle of Master Xueyi, although she did not dare to say that she was alone in the world, but she was also among the first-class experts in the rivers and lakes, so for a while, no one could help anyone.

Soon, Song Li's thirty-six styles were finished, he didn't dare to stop, he could only play it again from the beginning, but he secretly complained in his heart, hating himself for using his fierce strength when he shouldn't have come up, and now he can't stop if he wants to.

Xiao Feng saw it clearly from the sidelines, he knew that in this way, it must be Mengxin who had the last laugh.

Relieved, I looked at agarwood again.

Agarwood is actually a flowing cloud sleeve, which is a weapon that can be rigid and soft, and can be used to save people when it is soft, and it can directly strangle people to death when it is just right.

Agarwood's current purpose is of course to strangle the other party, but she is also very jealous of Wu Tian's mandarin duck double swords, so she has to shuttle back and forth like a fluttering butterfly, in case the sword cuts off the flowing cloud sleeves.

Although her light skills are not as good as Mengxin, she can always avoid the thrill. Xiao Feng saw clearly that Agarwood's martial arts were obviously a lot worse than Mengxin, and compared with this Wu Tian, it was a miracle that he could be able to draw the game, so he always paid attention to the scene in the field, in case he helped her at a critical moment.

Wang Xin was more nervous than anyone else at the moment, staring at the four people fighting each other with wide eyes, he wanted to move but never dared to move, he had already seen Xiao Feng's power, even if he gave him ten dares, he would not dare to provoke the other party again. Xiao Feng was obviously staring at him, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, although he didn't speak, it was more effective than saying anything.

Wang Xin's eyes fluttered, but he had noticed it, and couldn't help but be shocked: "What are you going to do?"

"The ancients had a cloud, and the thief captured the king first, how could I forget such a simple truth?" Xiao Feng said self-deprecatingly: "I'm really a fool. ”

Wang Xin was so frightened that he stepped back step by step, and there were words in his mouth: "You are not stupid, I am, who let me provoke you as a demon." ”

Xiao Feng's right hand shook, and the peachwood sword diagonally inserted on his waist was gone, and somehow it suddenly reached his palm.

"You seem to look down on my sword, don't you?"

"Nope. Wang Xin hurriedly waved his hand: "I can afford it, I can afford it." ”

"That being the case, it suddenly wants to drink the blood of a living person, will you give it?"

"Of course I give, of course I give. Wang Xin seemed to wake up to the wrong thing, and quickly gave himself a mouthful, corrected: "No, ......", he suddenly cried and said with a sad face: "Shaoxia, I was wrong, you will spare my dog's life!" As soon as the words fell, a sword with a flash of blue light suddenly shuttled from the opposite forest, coincidentally, it just penetrated Wang Xin's throat, and Wang Xin didn't even have time to let out a miserable scream, so he lost his life. As soon as Wang Xin died, where did Song Li and Wu Tian dare to fight, Wu Tian was okay, his opponent was Agarwood, who was much weaker than himself, he shook a sword, said to go, and Agarwood stayed to chase after him, it was too late, so he had to stomp his feet, and said hatefully: "It's a pity to let him run." Song Li was already at the end of the crossbow, and as soon as Wang Xin died, he was in a trance, and he was accidentally stabbed to death by Mengxin with a sword.

Xiao Feng ignored Song Li and Wu Tian, who had escaped, and didn't even glance at Mengxin and Agarwood, but suddenly bowed down to Wang Xin, staring thoughtfully at the sword stuck in his throat.

"Brother Xiao, it was Xiang'er's incompetence that let him run away. ”

"You've done your best, don't blame yourself anymore. "Huh!" Agarwood seems to have discovered a new world: "Where did this sword come from?"

Xiao Feng smiled bitterly: "I can't figure out this question either. ”

"Then how did it come about?" even Mengxin slashed at each other.

"Flying diagonally across from the woods. ”

"This ......" Mengxin and Agarwood both looked incredulous.

"If you don't believe it, I can't help it. Xiao Feng shrugged helplessly: "But it is indeed the truth." "Ah!" At this moment, a miserable cry suddenly came from the forest diagonally opposite, and the sound sounded like Wu Tian's.

In the end, he didn't escape. Xiao Feng muttered, the person had already stood as straight as a javelin, and launched the peerless light skill of "swallow three copies of water", and arrived next to Wu Tian's corpse in two or three ups and downs.

Wu Tian fell next to a stout tree, his eyeballs bulging out of his sockets like dead fish, and a four-inch-long flying knife stuck in his throat.

Mengxin and Agarwood have also arrived, looking at the scene in front of them and sighing, just now it was a fresh life, but at this moment it has become a dead corpse that can no longer speak, it is really a storm, like a passing cloud, even if you are the emperor and the general, what can you take away after death?

"Master, is your old man here?" Xiao Feng looked at this delicate flying knife, and suddenly became excited, and his whole body trembled. Suddenly, I thought that I had crossed over to the Ming Dynasty, and I was separated by my master Lin Ping (Lin Ping's story, see the Dream of Jinjiang in the "Fengyun Trilogy" for details, I will not elaborate here), how could I see his old man here, there are simply too many identical flying knives in the world, so thinking about it, this sentence was finally stuffed in my heart.

It's such a coincidence, if he really said this sentence, the ending would have changed completely, and there would not be many twists and turns and bizarre stories behind.

The words are divided into two ends, let's talk about Mengxin and Agarwood, looking at Xiao Feng's trembling body and excited expression, they are actually surprised, they don't understand, this is just a very ordinary flying knife, how can it make Xiao Feng, who is usually as indifferent as water, become what he is now?

But they could only watch quietly like this, unable to help him or how to comfort him.

After being silent for a long time, Xiao Feng tore off a large piece of horned clothing from Wu Tian's body, rolled it into a hemp ball, held it with his left hand, and gently pulled the flying knife out of Wu Tian's throat with his right hand, in order to prevent blood from splashing, he quickly stuffed the hemp ball in his left hand on his throat, and after doing this, he wiped the flying knife on Wu Tian's relatively clean clothes several times before he couldn't put it down and inserted it into his belt.

Looking at his expression, it was as if this flying knife was his beloved girl, and he was afraid that one would accidentally hurt her.