readx; It was late at night, and the wind was slightly cold. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the smoke cleared gently, there were already a few unconscious people lying on the ground, and the cold moonlight, shining on the eerie dragon head mask, made the long night more and more terrifying.

Sikong Taboo has not yet fallen.

Although his legs couldn't help but tremble, he still gritted his teeth and half-knelt on the ground, staring at the dragon head mask, with a little surprise in his eyes, but also a little joy.

Because this is the person he has been waiting for.

The dragon head didn't look at him, and walked straight between Feng Wudao and Yan Ming, at this time, even the two of them had been poisoned and collapsed to the ground, even a three-year-old boy could easily cut off their heads.

Then the dragon head really drew the knife and slowly pulled it out from his waist, and the sharp friction between the blade and the scabbard was particularly harsh in this empty square.

Although his face was all shrouded in a mask, the slight trembling of his hands and the gradually increasing wheezing sound were enough to explain his current mood.

If the others could see both of them, they would have gone back and bragged to their friends for years, let alone killed them.

I don't even dare to think about it.

Mao Rabbit, Wu Dog, Hai Pig, Bu Yan and Xu Zhilei have all retired from the sword platform, and at this sacred moment, he seems to only allow himself to enjoy it alone.

But when he raised the short knife, Sikong Jiujiu shouted at him: "Hey!"

The dragon head ignored him.

Sikong Jiujiu shouted again, "Do you really think you can kill them both so easily?"

The dragon head paused and sneered, "Do you think you can still save them?"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and before he finished speaking, the knife in his hand was like a slash, and in the eyes full of surprise that Sikong Jiujiu had just reacted to, the sword light flew diagonally towards Feng Wudao's throat.

Feng Wudao was still lying on the ground, not even opening his eyelids, as if he had fallen asleep, for this sudden change, could he only do but accept his fate?

The dragon head smiled again.

It's a pity that he laughed too early, and at this moment, he suddenly found that his hand holding the knife flew out with a short knife.

How can a hand fly on its own?

What's even more terrifying is that this hand is still twitching when it flies out, and the muscles seem to be still exerting, but the source of the strength has disappeared, and the knife and the other hand do not stop until the short knife is nailed to the ground.

Suddenly, a rain of blood erupted.

At this time, the dragon head reacted, but he did not panic, I saw that he immediately pointed to the acupoint on his shoulder, tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it around the broken arm, fortunately, it was dealt with in time, although he lost a hand, but it was much better than losing his life.

At this time, there was suddenly one more person by his side, and a sword!

He slowly raised his head to see who broke his arm, but the sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and with a "snap" sound, the dragon head mask was split in half by the sword light and fell to the ground, but the head inside was not hurt in the slightest.

A middle-aged man with a somewhat yin appearance, his face was completely bloodless, and he didn't know if he was frightened or because of excessive blood loss.

His pupils were contracting, he looked at Feng Wudao lying on the ground, and then at this person, his lips opened slightly, and he stopped talking.

It was none other than Feng Wudao who appeared in front of him!

There will never be two Feng Wudao in this world, and the person standing is closer to Feng Wudao itself regardless of his swordsmanship, expression, and temperament, but who is the "Feng Wudao" lying on the ground?

The dragon head wanted to ask, but Feng Wudao preemptively said: "I know what you want to ask, but I also have some questions I want to ask you now." ”

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, he has to listen.

Mao Rabbit, Wu Dog, Hai Pig, Bu Yan, Xu Zhilei and these people scattered and slipped into the corner and were ready to slip away.

Sikong didn't bother to deal with them, so he laughed and said, "You really know how to pick a time to appear." ”

It looked as if they had agreed on it a long time ago.

Feng Wudao ignored him, and asked, "You are the dragon head of the hour?"

The faucet paused and nodded slowly.

Feng Wudao nodded and said, "Fisherman profits, this is your plan?"

The dragon head smiled, it was rare that he could still laugh now, and said: "The plan is the plan, I have to say that it is indeed a good move." ”

Feng Wudao said: "So, you're done?"

At the end of the road is the end of the world, and at the end of the words is the sword.

The sword is in hand, and it will be unsheathed.

The dragon head said: "There are just a few small problems, Senior Feng shouldn't refuse a dying person, right?"

Feng Wudao said lightly: "You ask." ”

The dragon head immediately asked, "Are you really Feng Wudao?"

Feng Wudao was silent and looked at him coldly.

The dragon head smiled and asked again: "Who is this person on the ground, there will never be two winds in this world, right?"

Feng Wudao said: "He is a commonplace taboo wine." ”

This person on the ground is a common taboo, and who is the half-kneeling person under the stage?

At this moment, Hai Zhu, who was about to escape, immediately fell to the ground with a scream as soon as he jumped up.

Mao Rabbit stretched out his hand to help him, but he suddenly took a step back, his throat "rattled", as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word, and he fell down with the pigs.

When they fell, there was a small thing on their backs that reflected the moonlight.

Flying!

The knives had pierced their backs.

There is no sound, and there is no trajectory to see, and when most people find this throwing knife, they either stick it in themselves or in someone else.

Bu Yan and Xu Zhilei originally wanted to help them, but they suddenly retreated back like encountering a poisonous snake, and the cold sweat on their heads was already raining down.

The cold wind blew and the lights flickered.

The knife came from the hand of a man on the other side, and he, who had been half-kneeling on the ground, was now standing straight with a grin, and there was no sign of poisoning.

In heaven and on earth, only one person can send such a flying knife.

The dragon head looked at him, looked at his slender and clean hands, but did not see his knife, stared for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "I understand." ”

Sikong Jiujiu shook his head and said, "I only understand now, it's too late." ”

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and his face magically changed into another face, which was his original appearance - Ying Riding the Wind!

He is the one who should ride the wind!

Not to mention this face, those two throwing knives can already explain everything.

The dragon head said: "Since you are Ying Chengfeng, who is the person we kidnapped?"

Suddenly, someone said, "Of course it's me." ”

When the voice drifted in, the man also drifted in from the darkness.

His light skills are very strange, his clothes are dancing, his sleeves are fluttering, as if he was sent in by the wind, and he is reluctant to use even a little strength.

There seems to be only one person in the rivers and lakes who can have such high and light skills, and even Ying Ying can't really ride the wind.

The dragon head muttered: "Sikong Miao, Sikong Miao, who can slip away from the hands of the afternoon horse, who else can there be besides Sikong Miao, I should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

As soon as Sikong Miao landed, he casually threw out a pair of dragon and phoenix rings and two knives from his sleeve like a trick.

The weapon "Ping Pong" landed, Bu was severe, Xu Zhilei, and Wu Gou's faces were also blue, and the weapons that were obviously still on their bodies suddenly appeared in the hands of others, and no one's face would look much better than them.

Ying Chengfeng looked at him, and deliberately said with a straight face: "Who is this person, why did he steal things as soon as he came, why didn't the people of the Divine Hunting Mansion arrest this guy arrest him." ”

Sikong Miao smiled: "I've been to the Divine Hunting Mansion a few times, but unfortunately there is no one who found me, if it weren't for the unpalatable prison food, I really want to go to their prison for a few days to have fun." ”

Ying Chengfeng suddenly smiled and said, "I remember that you gave them all six jade plates, how did you get in?"

Sikong Miao said: "Stop, stop! Don't forget who I am, coming to this kind of place is like visiting your own backyard." ”

They chatted happily, but the question that the dragon head wanted to ask had already been asked, not to mention that Feng Wudao didn't plan to give him another chance to ask questions.

Feng Wudao finally asked him, "Are you done?"

The dragon head nodded and said, "Yes." ”

He continued, "Don't you have any questions for me?"

Feng Wudao said: "No." ”

He will draw his sword.

The dragon head immediately rushed and said: "But I still have a secret I want to tell you, a secret that you won't kill me if you say it." ”

Feng Wudao frowned and said, "You are so confident that I won't kill you?"

The dragon's eyes rolled, and he said, "If you promise not to kill me, I will tell you." ”

Feng Wudao suddenly smiled.

He rarely laughs, laughs very lightly, and is very sarcastic.

The dragon head said: "The wind is not the wind is not the wind, the wind should not be the wind, and the wine is not the wine." ”

He smiled, took another deep breath, and sighed slowly: "Are you so sure that the dragon head is really the dragon head?"

Feng Wudao is silent, he should ride the wind, and Sikong Miao and the two are no exception.

Indeed, no one can be sure that the person in front of him who once wore the mask of the dragon head must be the dragon head himself, even if he has admitted that he is the dragon head, but who knows if this is the trick of the dragon head?

Who can really tell the difference between the true and the false, the false and the true?

There is one person who seems to have distinguished the truth from the false.

The dragon's face suddenly twisted with a smile, and then everyone saw a stream of blood bloom on his chest, like a bright red flower that suddenly opened.

His whole body was stiff, Gege roared, and his chest was still heaving, as if someone was pulling the bellows.

He glared at the few people in front of him who were also surprised, and his eyes slowly drooped.

It's a sword!

The Forgotten Sword pierced his body from behind, the tip of the sword exposed in front of his chest, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

He stared at the tip of the sword, as if surprised and strange, and wanted to turn back but could not turn his head again.

Then he collapsed with wide eyes, in a pool of his own blood.

(ps: pigeons for so many days...... Is...... Blame the embarrassment. ）