What is home? Is it pots and pans? Is it a hot kang head for wives and children? Or is it just a resting place during the journey? Home is the starting point and the destination for the people of the rivers and lakes!

It was an ordinary small courtyard, boxy, and tidy. It is said that it is ordinary because there are not hundreds of such small courtyards in Fuzhou City, and there are dozens of identical small courtyards.

The dark wooden door seemed to be closed, but in fact, it was just a cover, and from time to time there were one or two birdsongs, which seemed to be on the wall of this small courtyard.

Calm, a rare calm, was all broken after a figure appeared.

It was a sword, and the injury on his right arm was no longer of much importance after he closed the acupoint. But for a swordsman, bloodshed is not terrible, broken arms are not terrible, what is terrible is the loss of faith, for one's own faith.

"Senior Sword, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Fang Yi rushed into the courtyard gate, several sackclothed men who were forming a circle on the stone table in the courtyard asked in surprise.

After all, the kung fu of the sword is too impressive for them. And seeing the extremely embarrassed appearance of the sword at this time, few people couldn't help but be surprised.

"That Jiang Feng's kung fu far exceeded our previous expectations, I think that the matter of dealing with this person and the Fuwei Dart Bureau must be discussed in the long term after returning to the Shenhou. ”

As soon as Naba Dao finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone, and then he asked, "Well, what about Lord Yuguan and Mr. Yanagi?"

Among the few people left behind at this time, Hong Renxiong, one of the "Qingcheng Four Shows" of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, was the first to speak: "The senior of the sword, the family teacher and Mr. Liu Sheng have already gone to the Fuwei Dart Bureau to solve the three of Na Zhuo Bufan's party. Looking at the appearance of the seniors, isn't it extremely unsmooth to deal with Jiang Feng's kid?"

As soon as these words came out, all of a sudden, everyone in the small courtyard only felt a trembling in the small courtyard for no reason.

The sound of "clicking" the doors and windows shaking, and the "squeaking" sound of falling leaves swaying, followed by a flat sound that exploded directly in everyone's ears.

"I knew that he Zhu Ignorance could never have come just to deal with me alone. Sure enough, with a little trickery, I caught so many little mice!"

A loud "boom" was heard.

The debris of the sky was full of waste mixed with smoke, and the entrance of the small courtyard was enveloped in an instant.

"Not good!"

As the most experienced person in the small courtyard at this time, Ba Dao understood everything in an instant from the moment Jiang Feng's voice came from the moment he heard Jiang Feng's voice in his ears. The reason why Jiang Feng didn't kill himself at that time was because he wanted to use himself as bait to catch big fish.

Seeing that Badao didn't say a word, he flew away and left, and everyone, including Qingcheng Sixiu, also knew that something was wrong. It's just that one step is slow, one step is slow, and the distance of one inch is often the dividing line between life and death for Jianghu people.

The sawdust formed by the shattering of the door panels was infused by the surging internal force, and turned into the most ferocious and terrifying hidden weapon in the world.

With a face-to-face effort, Hong Renxiong and several disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect at the front avoided it, and it was like dumplings in the pot. There was an endless stream of sounds of falling to the ground.

The smoke and dust dissipated, Jiang Feng's figure came slowly, he didn't walk fast, but at this time, no one in the small courtyard continued to escape.

The reason is very simple, as long as anyone tries to leave Jiang Feng's sight, an imperceptible golden light will flash from Jiang Feng's hand.

One, two, three...... A chain of five bodies lying against the wall told them that escaping was not a good idea.

However, the next moment, with Jiang Feng's figure as if he teleported, he rushed in front of everyone. In the flash of the sword light, the only surviving disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the Liu Sheng family had no time to react before they had already been slashed by Jiang Feng's short sword in their throats.

The room facing the stone table was the main hall, where the only survivor and the first to escape was hidden.

Will the left hand of the sword be used with a knife? Will there be other mechanisms in this room? For Jiang Feng, any danger should be nip in the bud.

The big sleeves are rolled, just like the superior martial arts such as breaking the gong and flowing cloud flying sleeves, although Jiang Feng has not specially practiced this kind of kung fu, but under the surging internal force, he saw that the stone table weighing one hundred and ten catties rose in the air.

The stone table that flew in the air spun violently towards the wooden door. Only the edges and corners cut through the gusts of wind stirred up by the air, just like the strength of the master's fist, as if it was about to cut through the wind and palm of the master.

As soon as the wooden door came into contact with it, it immediately turned into countless fragments.

The sound of sharp arrows "swishing" was heard, and in an instant, the ground at the door of the kung fu room was completely filled with arrows.

Jiang Feng, who slowly walked into it, waved his sleeves and slightly dispersed the smoke and dust in the room.

At this time, the original simple furnishings in the room had been turned into a mess under the collision of the stone table, however, after Jiang Feng's eyes swept over every place in the room that could hide people, he did not find the slightest trace of the sword.

"There is a secret way!"

However, Jiang Feng, who was just about to continue the search, suddenly rolled his eyes, and then the internal force around his body frantically ran under his feet, and suddenly his feet stepped out.

The surging internal force did not stir up too much smoke and dust, but the entire small courtyard seemed to be crumbling under Jiang Feng's step.

At this moment, Jiang Feng's eagle-like gaze was like, and soon, under a floor near the wall, a figure suddenly jumped up with the blown bricks and soil. The sword light flowed, and it was already from left to right, and a knife slashed towards the river wind.

"I can't help myself!"

Although this knife came well, if Jiang Feng turned around and left directly just now, he seized the opportunity to make a sneak attack, and he probably had a chance to succeed. However, in the face of Jiang Feng, who came prepared, this knife was not so much a sneak attack as a desperate fight.

The person is fast, the knife is fast, however, the faster is the dragon scale short sword in Jiang Feng's hand. A sword crossed the air, and the shadow of the sword was already blurred, if it weren't for the long sword cutting through the air and the whistling sound, I was afraid that I wouldn't have felt that Jiang Feng had already shot with a sword.

The sound of "whooshing" came twice, the first time, it was the sound of Jiang Feng striking his sword, and the broken air stirred up the wind. The second time, it was the sound of bleeding from the throat of the knife, squirting out little by little, like the sound of the wind, very beautiful.

Until he died, the sword remained in its original form. Maybe he knew he was dead, maybe he didn't, there was no difference. The rivers and lakes are meaningful only to the living, and the dead have no rights. (To be continued.) )