After saying goodbye to the old man, the three of them continued on the road, their hearts were much heavier. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What is wrong with this world? Jing Feng only found out after leaving Hanzhou that the rivers and lakes outside were no better, and even more bloody and gloomy than the previous experience of being a killer.

As a killer, killing is nothing but buying and selling human life, and there is no distinction between good and evil, right and wrong. Taking people's money and taking people's lives, Jing Feng thought that he was cold-blooded, but in the face of a series of bloody killings on the rivers and lakes, he found that he was not cold-blooded enough. For the sake of wealth and power, people can kill their fathers and brothers, and do great rebellious things. It seems that the tragedy he experienced was probably also a gangster who coveted his father's status and family wealth.

Nangong Muwu thought about the open and secret battles in the family, and Tie Yi was entangled in the officialdom's deceit, and the three of them had their own hearts and minds, and they were speechless all the way.

Sure enough, as the old man said, he didn't go far before he saw a stone bridge standing on the river. Crossing the bridge is in the direction of Haitu Village, and walking along the river will lead to the official road to Wangqingyun Mansion, and the three of them almost did not hesitate to step on the stone bridge.

It was almost dusk, and the crows were chirping, giving the wilderness a somber and oppressive taste.

Tie Yi made a silent gesture again, and after waiting for a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Did you hear any sounds?"

Nangong Muwu nodded, and Jing Feng pointed to the left front.

The three of them were outstanding in martial arts, and this sound did not escape their ears, and they were all sure that the sound was coming from the front, probably in the direction of Haitu Village.

The three of them quickened their pace and hurried forward.

As they got closer, the three of them finally heard it clearly, the sound was the sound of fighting mixed with screams, and the sound was loud, and I don't know how many people were fighting.

"What the hell is going on in the village of Haitu?!" the three looked at each other.

Not far away, the fire lit in the village of Haitu reflected the red sky, and the roar could be heard in the distance, which was enough to prove the fierceness of the battle.

Jing Feng and the three of them walked around into the woods on the side and quietly approached the village.

The sky was dark and the trees were dense, which was a good shade of their figures.

"Look, those people's clothes!" Tie Yi whispered, pointing to the two sides of the scuffle in the village.

Jing Feng and Nangong Mu Wu followed the instructions, and with the help of the firelight, they could clearly see the appearance of the two sides of the battle, and one of them was dressed very strangely, not like a Han Chinese.

"Silla samurai?!" Nangong Muwu exclaimed in a low voice.

"Could it be someone from the Silla Forbidden Mansion?" Jing Feng sounded An Zhenghao, the deputy envoy of the Silla Forbidden Mansion that he had seen before.

"I don't know. Nangong Muwu shook his head, "But it can be determined that this group of Silla warriors has a lot to do with An Zhenghao, and they may have come to find them." ”

The martial arts of these Silla samurai are not weak, and the style of the long knife in their hands and the Dongying knife is quite similar, wide open and closed, and majestic. On the other hand, the Sea Shark gang gangsters don't seem to have any first-class martial arts masters, and the gang's skills are also very average, and they don't seem to be the opponents of the Silla samurai.

"It doesn't make sense, just now the old man said that there are more than 100 members of the Sea Shark Gang in Haitu Village, and the leader of the Sea Shark Gang said that Haitu Village is a big stronghold for them, and there are masters in charge, how can it be so bad?!" Tie Yi wondered in his heart.

Just as the three of them were secretly observing, suddenly an alien cry sounded in the air behind them.

Everyone hurriedly looked back, only to see a Silla samurai swooping down from the tree, the long knife at his waist slashing down, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring. This person's martial arts skills are good, especially good at hiding his breath, plus the sky is dark, just now Jing Feng and the three of them entered the woods, but they didn't find a secret whistle lurking in the trees.

There were such mistakes twice in a row, and the three of them secretly cursed in their hearts.

Jing Feng was close to the attacker and immediately caught up. This person is from Silla, and Silla and Dongying are feuds, and the enemies of the enemy are friends, so Jing Feng naturally did not take the liberty of making a killing move.

The ink dragon caught up, and the pitch-black blade held the long knife that slashed down. The Silla samurai didn't expect that the young man's martial arts in front of him were so high, and he easily blocked his own sword fused with the power of falling, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

At this moment, Jing Feng flew up and slapped a palm at the man's chest.

Ha!

The Silla samurai reflected, his left foot was a little on the trunk of the tree, and he twisted his body with the help of force, avoiding the heavy palm of Jing Feng, and at the same time, his right leg was thrown over like a whip!

This move is a combination of offense and defense, extremely powerful, and it is the "big cut" in the taekweel technique!

This whip leg is extremely fast, and it uses its strength to make a move in mid-air, although the center of gravity of the body is lost, it is extremely powerful. Jing Feng and An Zhenghao have taught hands, and they know that Hua Lang's taekwons and techniques are straight and sweeping, and they are fierce and strong, but he also found one of the weaknesses, that is, taekwons are suitable for long-distance combat with empty hands. Just as a long knife hurts a person, the tip of the knife is the farthest, the fastest, and the most powerful, while the blade is close to the blade of the knife, the rotation speed is slow, and the power is far inferior.

Taekling is exactly like this, if it is swept from a distance, it is really like being hit hard by a stick, it is inevitable that the bones will be broken and the tendons will be broken, but if it is close to the front, its leg technique is difficult to perform, and the power will be greatly reduced.

Jing Feng rose against the trend, did not retreat but advanced, entered two feet in front of the Silla samurai, swung his left palm horizontally, hit the man's knee scimitar, and then changed his move, quickly pressed on his chest, and the palm force spit out, instantly locking the meridians of the whole body.

This round of serial attacks was extremely fast, like lightning and stone fire, and in an instant, Jing Feng restrained the Silla samurai and fell back to the ground with his collar.

"Brother Jing is good at martial arts!" Nangong Muwu and Tie Yi exclaimed sincerely.

Tie Yi looked at the Haitu Village again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that the people inside have heard the voice." ”

Sure enough, the battle situation was basically stable at this time, and the Sea Shark Gang in the village was either killed or captured. Presumably hearing the call of the dark whistle, a group of samurai rushed towards the woods.

The three of them looked at each other, nodded to each other, and decided to respond to the changes with no change and wait for the arrival of the Silla people.

There were as many as ten Silla warriors in that group, but when he saw Tie Yi and Nangong Muwu standing proudly in front, Jing Feng leaning back against a tree, and it was today's dark whistle lying at his feet, but his eyes were closed, and his life and death were unknown.

Ten samurai spread out into a huge fan, encircling the three of them.

These samurai wore traditional Silla costumes, with short tops, commonly known as "Zegori", and fat bottoms, called "buckies", and their clothes were similar in color and style, so it was impossible to tell who was the leader and who was the subordinate.

Tie Yi allowed these Silla warriors to surround him, and then he spoke, "Do any of you know Chinese?"

Ten Silla samurai, you look at me, I look at you, and their eyes finally focus on one person. It seems that this man either understands Chinese or is the leader of the people.