Ma Qian did not wait to invite Xiao Qi in Langzhong, but waited for Wu Zheng to drop a hand on his left shoulder.

With the sound of a subtle bone breaking, Ma Qian didn't dare to make a movement, and didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the beads of sweat rolling off his face.

"Who's the boss?"

The faint, but chilling four words went straight to the bottom of the horse's heart.

"Yes....... ”

"It's me. ”

When a young man wearing a dark green robe, a folding fan in his hand, and a pink hat on his head, with a gloomy complexion in his thirties, and a sturdy figure but without losing his demeanor, led two big men dressed up and holding a long sword to appear at the gate of the small courtyard, Wu Zheng's hand on the left shoulder in front of the horse did not take it away, but moved it inward and continued to pinch it.

Go on. ”

"It's the nephew of Lord Yin Sima, Zhan Kongxi, and Zhan Gongzi. ”

As he spoke, Ma Qian gritted his teeth and endured the pain, raised his eyes to look at the young man standing at the gate of the courtyard, and showed a look of pleading.

"It's really lawless, and he is abolished. Also, I don't want to see this family continue to live in Linshan Mansion again. ”

Zhan Kongxi shook the folding fan in his hand gently, and while giving orders to the two people behind him with an expressionless face, because the small courtyard was already full of his men, he could only retreat to the door.

Xu Shi already felt that Wu Zheng in front of him was not easy to deal with, and the two glanced at each other, then swung their swords and attacked together.

Yes, Zhan Kongxi's kung fu brought by the two of them was no worse than being deaf and dumb. Even, it's a line higher.

Wu Zheng didn't want to waste time, especially not wanting these people to frighten Zou Rong's children, as well as Zou Rong's wife who had been supported to the door by Zou Li and Zou Rong's long-term illness.

So, he reached out and tore off a slender door panel from the dilapidated courtyard door of the small courtyard.

Unusually, he didn't use the first sword breaking style of the Lingxiao Nine Styles step by step, but the slender door panel in his hand suddenly rose and slapped down on the person on the left like a fly.

What kind of kung fu is this?

As soon as there was a hint of disdain on their faces, the two of them were suddenly stunned by Wu Zheng's next move.

It was as if the slender door panel in Wu Zheng's hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even drove Wu Zheng's entire body to bounce in the air. And in the blink of an eye, it became the head and feet, and the slender door panel in his hand became the fulcrum supporting Wu Zheng's body.

It's just that this fulcrum finally fell on the tip of the sword that the person on the left stabbed Wu Zheng's chest.

The long sword of the person on the right who was originally attacking at the same time went straight to the soft underbelly of Wu Zheng's armpit, and when Wu Zheng was slapped down by the slender door panel in his hand, the force drove his body into the air, and naturally fell into the air. When he turned around suddenly, the long sword in his hand held a sword flower in front of him, and his backhand stabbed Wu Zheng's temples under his head and feet again.

The person who was pointed on the left side of the tip of the sword by Wu Zheng with the slender door panel in his hand, if he wanted to change moves, he had to get rid of the door panel on the tip of the sword that supported Wu Zheng's body. But what he never dreamed of was that whether it was retreating, sending forward, or swinging left and right, the door panel on the tip of the sword seemed to be glued. Not only could he not get rid of it, but he drove Wu Zheng, who seemed to be weightless in the air, to sway back and forth, left and right.

In this way, how could the long sword that attacked Wu Zheng's temple on the right side be able to stab?

Annoyed and angry, I saw the person on the left holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and suddenly exerting force, and the long sword in his hand was stretched out and lifted upward, meaning to throw the door panel and Wu Zheng behind him.

Just when the long sword in the man's hand was lifted up into a straight up and straight down state, there was a soft sound, and the slender door panel that supported Wu Zheng's body was actually split in two by the tip of the long sword. While the tip of the sword was rapidly rising along the crack in the door panel, Wu Zheng's body also fell down at an extremely fast speed.

It seems that the person on the right side of the opportunity saw the long sword wheel in his hand, and with a move to flatten the sand and fall geese, he aimed at Wu Zheng, who was falling rapidly on his head and feet, and slashed his waist flat.

Seeing that Wu Zheng, who had nowhere to borrow, had no way to hide, not only the two people in the battlefield, but also Zhan Kongxi, who was fighting outside the gate of the small courtyard, had a happy look on his face.

It's just that the three of them were too early to be happy.

I saw Wu Zheng, who was falling rapidly under his head and feet, and the slender door panel in his hand that was being split in two by the long sword, suddenly became as hard as fine iron when only the part of his palm was held. Not to mention being continuously divided by the tip of the long sword, and even sandwiching the long sword in the hand of the person on the left is difficult to shake.

Not only that, Wu Zheng, who was standing upside down in the air with his head and feet, suddenly took his right arm holding the slender door panel as the fulcrum, and his whole body suddenly fell horizontally, and suddenly became a posture parallel to the ground. Not to mention that the long sword of the person on the right couldn't cut Wu Zheng's body, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

What no one expected was that the long sword that the person on the right side slashed towards Wu Zheng's waist did not fail.

Instead, it was slashed at the neck of the person on the left side who was caught by Wu Zheng with the long sword with the wooden board in his hand.

Because Wu Zheng's abrupt flat body was too strong, he couldn't help but take a step forward from the body of the person who couldn't give up the long sword on the left side. It was this step that caught up with the long sword that the companion on the right side slashed at the opponent's waist and missed.

Poof, Dou Da's head was cut off without hindrance. Until the head hit the ground, his hands were still tightly holding the long sword that supported Wu Zheng's body, which was already lying horizontally in the air.

Wu Zheng didn't plan to stop there, holding the slender door panel that was still connected with only a bundle of lengths, and his body lying flat in the air rolled in two volleys one after another. While driving the headless corpse on the left to the ground, the long sword in the opponent's hand also reached Wu Zheng's hand.

Immediately touched the ground with one foot, and when the body suddenly stopped, the long sword in his hand flashed coldly, and the body of the person on the right had been split in two from the waist. The small courtyard was suddenly full of blood, as well as human internal organs.

Wu Zheng, who didn't want to frighten Zou Rong's family, had to use the Lingxiao Nine Style Fourth Sword Fighting Style because the opponent's kung fu was too high. So much so that there was an ending that I didn't expect.

I don't know if it's because I can't cultivate, or if it's because the Lingxiao Nine Style is like this. Wu Zheng felt more and more that once Ling Xiao Jiu made a move, it would be difficult to stop if he didn't tell the winner or defeat him, or if he didn't knock the opponent down. The action of killing the person on the right just now was almost completed under Wu Zheng's body.

It's complicated to say, but in fact, the fight between the three of them is only a breath or two.

At this time, the courtyard of Zou Rong's house had already become silent inside and out.

Zhan Kongxi, who had been gently shaking the folding fan, looked at Wu Zheng who was standing quietly in the courtyard with an indifferent face. The folding fan in his hand has long been held in his hand and forgotten to shake it. However, there didn't seem to be a look of fear in his eyes, like the other people's.

Seeing Wu Zheng walking towards him step by step, Zhan Kongxi spoke.

"Why, you still dare to do it to me?"

"Who do you think you are?"

Wu Zheng, who seemed to be walking over slowly, was already standing half a step in front of Zhan Kongxi before his words fell. The thumb and middle finger of his right hand buckled, and he gently flicked the acupoint on Zhan Kongxi's chest.

"Presumptuous, Hugh wants to hurt Zhan Gongzi. ”

Twelve catchers suddenly appeared in Shajing Alley, huhula, and surrounded Wu Zheng at the core. Without saying a word, he raised the chain in his hand and was about to put it on Wu Zheng's neck.