The smugness on Yu Xiaoyuan's pretty face had not yet dissipated, a red light appeared behind her, and the wind was blowing and Yu Xiaoyuan stood face to face, and at this time, she saw that the red light seemed to come from the sky, and it was in front of her in an instant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red light gradually converged into a line in the pupils of the wind, appearing behind Yu Xiaoyuan's head.

For a short moment, it was as long as a century had passed for Feng Yiyang.

There was a moment, Feng Yiyang thought that Miyamoto Yuichi was coming, except for the two old monsters that could not appear here, he couldn't think of anyone else in Chang'an City who could be so fast, he still thought of it, this figure comparable to himself, there was a very familiar murderous aura in this red light, and the kind of familiarity he had just felt was outside Chang'an City, just in front of the White Tiger Gate.

He finally figured out why the dead soldiers had two wounds on their necks, and he had guessed that the murderer had used two knives, but he didn't expect to use both hands.

In the itchy red light, there was a pair of hands, a pair of hands that looked dangerous if they were not fat or thin.

He also finally understood why so many soldiers fell to the ground in an instant and looked dazed, this person, this murderer is too fast, if it weren't for the fact that he was going to kill too many people, I'm afraid that the captain might not be able to block the first move.

However, the two people in front of Yu Xiaoyuan were not those corpses on the ground after all.

When the red light reached the back of Yu Xiaoyuan's head, Feng Yiyang's figure had not yet moved, Jiang Weihan had already swept in front of Yu Xiaoyuan, and seeing that it was too late, Jiang Weihan shook his hand and shot out a silver light.

It was a silver needle, the technique of the medical saint, no matter how flustered it was, it was impartial, pointing directly at the person's pupils.

The silver light was fast, and Yu Xiaoyuan subconsciously squinted his eyes.

But the red light is faster, even if the silver needle can shoot through his pupils, but the pair of hands that glow red, or a pair of claws, will take Yu Xiaoyuan's head off her body before the silver needle.

In the face of such a pink girl, the visitor did not hesitate at all, as if he was just picking a watermelon.

Because he didn't hesitate, he had the speed to the extreme, and Jiang Weihan's silver needle was not as fast as him.

But someone is faster than him.

A slender and powerful middle finger flicked fiercely on the red light.

There was a dull snort, and the red light dissipated.

The visitor staggered backwards for a while, and after landing on the ground, Tengtengt took a few steps back before standing firmly.

It is a gray man, dressed like a farmer, his body is quite like the wind, he looks very strong, and the appearance of the farmer is different, the five nails of the right hand are bewitching red, and the five nails of the left hand are also the same red, but the five fingers of the left hand are twisted together like twisted flowers, especially the middle finger, as if it has been broken.

It hurts to look at.

The man in gray stood in the middle of the street in an almost zaza stride, his back slightly arched, his shining eyes staring at the front, his eyes full of vigilance and doubt, and he could not contain even a trace of pain.

Where the gray-clothed man's eyes were staring, where Yu Xiaoyuan was originally standing, there was a young man in white standing freely, and the wind was blowing.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze.

The gray-clothed man stared at the wind, his whole body tensed, and the five fingers of his right hand were slightly bent, like a lone wolf waiting for an opportunity to move.

Discreet and murderous.

As soon as the wind was raised, the gray-clothed man stared, his standing posture was very loose, his whole body was up and down, he didn't look like he had half a momentum, his eyes were indifferent, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, harmless to people and animals.

The gray-clothed man's whole body was still tense, and he didn't dare to be careless at all, because just now, this harmless young man killed his left hand.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and a head suddenly popped out from behind the wind, and the silence was suddenly broken, and the man in gray rubbed the ground like a frightened beast, turning into a gray light and disappearing at the end of the street.

The head that popped up was none other than Yu Xiaoyuan, who was immortal.

It's just that the catastrophe may not have the consciousness of the catastrophe and immortality, Yu Xiaoyuan tilted his head, opened his eyes wide and wondered: "Who is he, why have you become so scary?" At this moment, Yu Xiaoyuan's expression was like a curious baby.

As soon as the wind blew up, it seemed that there were no bones suddenly, and his whole body softened, he lowered his head and exhaled a breath, stretched out his right hand from his sleeve and screamed in pain: "Ouch, I'll go, it hurts me......"

Feng Yiyang's right hand dangled in front of Yu Xiaoyuan, and Yu Xiaoyuan saw that Feng Yiyang's right hand was blood-red, and if you looked closely, it was a wound from the middle finger to the back of the hand, the wound was not deep, but a lot of blood was shed, and it seemed to be flowing out.

Yu Xiaoyuan exclaimed, "Your hand is injured!"

Feng Yiyang sighed, stretched out his hand to hold Yu Xiaoyuan's mouth, lowered his voice and roared: "You are crazy, you just scared this thing away, what if you recruit him back with this voice?"

Yu Xiaoyuan's mouth was covered and he couldn't make a sound, so he had to blink his eyes in confusion, and as soon as the wind lifted and let go of his hand, Yu Xiaoyuan couldn't wait to ask softly: "Who was that person just now, why do you seem to be afraid of him?"

Jiang Weihan held Feng Yiyang's wrist and said solemnly: "I didn't know why the little junior brother refused to catch up just now, but now I know that the little junior brother is poisoned." ”

"Poisoning?" Yu Xiaoyuan looked dazed.

"With such a shallow wound, it is impossible to leave so much blood, and the little junior brother has been poisoned to stop the blood from clotting. After Jiang Weihan finished speaking, his fingers flew like flying, and he nodded a few fingers around the wound of the wind, and the small blood injections around the wound were obviously thinner, although they were still flowing, the situation was obviously much better.

Feng Yiyang inhaled and said: "This guy's poison is quite powerful, Second Senior Brother, your blood-amputating finger can't be stopped." ”

Jiang Weihan frowned, as if he was worried about something difficult, but he didn't hear the words of the wind at all.

"Oh~" Yu Xiaoyuan seemed to understand something, and suddenly realized: "So you were all so afraid of him just now, it turned out that the wind was poisoned, and if you keep bleeding, you can't be lucky, otherwise the blood will flow faster." ”

Feng Yiyang turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaoyuan in surprise: "Hey, Yu Xiaoyuan, aren't you stupid to go home?"

Yu Xiaoyuan said proudly: "That's it, this girl is Bing Xue Cong...... What do you mean when the wind blows? What do you mean by not being stupid to go home?"

Feng Yang smiled, and said to him: "Alas, in fact, I am not afraid, but I am seriously injured and poisoned, and his goal is to kill you, I am not afraid that if the second senior brother is not good at martial arts, he will not be able to stop him if he is soft-hearted." ”

Jiang Weihan was full of black lines on the side.

Yu Xiaoyuan snorted, stood beside Jiang Weihan and said, "Second Senior Brother won't be weak in martial arts, Second Senior Brother is much more reliable than you............ No, what did you just say? He's going to kill me?"

As soon as the wind blows, Jiang Weihan bowed his head in unison:

"You don't know ......?"

"Yu Xiaoyuan, can you be a little more sluggish?"