The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the fog.

The voice was ethereal, abrupt, like a horse stepping out of hell.

Several people pulled out the standard steel long knives at their waists in unison, and the tips of the knives were aimed at the direction of the sound of horses' hooves in the distant fog.

"I am the Jinyi Guard of the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Court, who is coming!" Seinfeld showed a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Instinctively, he felt that this person who was coming was definitely not the people who had disappeared in the city before...

It's purely an instinct that has been tempered in the midst of life and death.

There are four types of tigers, wolves, deer and cattle, and bullfighting is the one with the highest casualty rate.

He had been bathed in blood many times to fight his way out, on his chest and shoulders. Even the scar between the eyebrows is the best proof of this.

It is useless to escape, only by putting life as a gamble on one end of the scale, can you exchange a glimmer of life in the sea of blood and sword.

"Don't leave your hands behind!" he whispered to his subordinates.

The nine brocade-clothed guards in pale bullfighting suits immediately spread out slightly, like crane wings. Their eyes were closed, but their eyelids were constantly throbbing, and they were judging the direction from which the sound of horses' hooves was coming.

In order to adjust the formation, the net pocket is facing in that direction.

Seinfeld swallowed and foamed, his body trembling a little, this was the excitement of fear.

He grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, slowly pulled it back, and then seemed to come to an abrupt halt at the end.

This pause is still with a murderous intent hidden in it, like a tight bowstring.

Seinfeld's style was not the martial arts of the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Court, but he had learned it from a down-and-out ronin wandering in the Sakura Empire.

At that time, he had just turned in a task, but the reward he received was fraudulently claimed by his boss.

He has passed the age of going to make trouble when he is wronged, and he knows that this is useless, not to mention that he has a wife and children at home.

If they die, they will receive some compensation.

But if you're so messy about it, you're probably going to have nothing...

Who cares about compensation from a nobody who likes to defy his boss?

Such a person deserves to die, right?

So, he can only go and drink!

And the ronin met him while drinking.

To this day, he still remembers the trace of sadness in the ronin's clear pupils.

"Are you angry?" Ronin asked in a broken Tenryu.

At that time, he had already drunk a lot, but he was staggering with the ronin, and then laughed loudly, and tears of laughter flowed out.

The rain was pouring down, and the two of them were like two beggars in the corner alley, no one noticed, no one cared. No one will recognize this drunkard like a madman, but Song Feichang, Lord Song, who is famous for his courage and old maneuver in the first section of the Jinyi Guard's bullfighting.

After that night, the mysterious ronin left behind a page of sword tips and a scribbled letter, the letter's Tenryu script was crooked, but still clearly recognizable.

First sentence: Melt anger into your knife.

The second sentence: I hope you don't regret it.

The knife trick is nameless, but Seinfeld feels very extraordinary, this is almost the most violent style he has ever seen in his life!

The knife is angry, destroying gold and cracking stones, and everything is broken!

Coupled with these nine brothers who share life and death, and the formation that shares their hearts, this is what he relies on when he dares to come to carry out the mission!

"He... Come... Feeling the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer in the white mist, Seinfeld said word by word, his voice muffled, with a slight roar of a beast.

Everyone lifted their spirits, gathered their attention, and looked at the lantern three or four meters away covered by the pale yellow luster.

A finger poked out of the mist.

"Out of the sword!" Seinfeld roared!

Nine knives, nine directions, locked all possibilities for people to come.

The sword was furious, tearing through the air and slashing in the direction of that finger!

The last knife was a knife cut by a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, and the knife aura was bright red, and his pupils were a little red!

"Die!" Seinfeld unleashed the nameless sword trick!

Sincerity with a sword!

You need a reason to swing a knife!

His reason is anger! So this knife is the knife of rage!

That finger seemed to be a little slow, and it was pointed straight at a sharp knife.

Finger against blade, it's good to be able to resist.

What's more, there are nine knives that slash at that person's body.

Even if that person has a body protection technique, this set of formations that his brothers have practiced for a long time has a lot of changing moves and killing moves.

Once touched, the next moment it will be surrounded and the corpse will be dismembered!

Bang bang bang!

In the mist, crimson flowers bloomed, red and bloody.

Especially the brocade guard man who was slashing at his fingers, and he was directly twisted by a burst of violent anger that erupted from his fingertips, and even the minced meat did not exist.

The momentum did not decrease, and it pierced through the boulder ground again, drilling more than ten meters down, and then slowly stopped.

Xia Ren dismounted and looked at the ground as if it had been smashed by some kind of ancient beast.

"True Qi does gather, but it's limited... It's just that the fist attack has been changed to a finger attack, and this change itself will produce a slight cohesion, which does not prove that it is beneficial to the control of internal strength. The handsome boy analyzed.

Since that's the case, then it's better to throw it into the Blue Fish Pavilion, anyway, it's just a try, and I don't have much hope.

"Hey, there's still a living mouth?" Xia Ren turned his head strangely, looking at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on one knee and blood was oozing from his pores from time to time.

"You're not even a grandmaster, are you, can you attack me without dying?" Xia Renqi said.

The middle-aged man trembled all over, and it seemed that he had not yet been able to accept the reality, and a few people who were commensurate with his brother on weekdays would die when they said they would die... He even suspected that he was in a dream at the moment, which... This is a monster that can't be defeated even with life!

Hearing the question of this handsome young man, he couldn't help but be excited, and then threw away the half-cut long knife that had been broken, and then wiped his bloodstained hands on the bullfighting suit, and took out a page of pale red paper from his arms.

He took a deep breath, suddenly bowed down to this handsome young man, raised his hands above his head, and said in a loud voice: "Lord Hui, Xiao Song is not a grandmaster, the reason why he can have this martial art is all thanks to this page of sword tricks." ”

The strong are respected, not to mention that he is used to calling himself Xiao Song.

But his actions made Xia Ren stunned.

"You want me to spare your life?"

"Don't dare to ask for extravagance!" Seinfeld said in a long voice! He knew that since he had already glimpsed the true face of this young man, there was no reason to be spared.

"Hmm... But there is self-knowledge. Xia Ren nodded, and he was about to send him back to the West with a punch.

But Seinfeld then said loudly: "Little Song Dan begs to be a pawn before the saddle of the adult!"

Seeing that the young man's movements were a little sluggish, he continued: "Life and death are all in the hands of adults! Adults want Xiao Song to go east, but Xiao Song will never dare to go west!"

It was the first time Xia Ren had encountered such a person, so he quietly asked this person a few questions.

When he learned that he was the person of the Heavenly Dragon Emperor's Court Jinyi Guard, and that he had come here to find the missing Seventeen Princes and the "innocent" Shang Youyang, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seinfeld was also decisive, and directly expressed his guesses, as well as some faint rumors.

That is the "innocent" Shang You Yang may be the illegitimate son of that one.