In front of the house, in an open space, a ragged, dark, thin man was cooking something in front of a cauldron, and next to him, a red-faced guy who looked to be in his forties was sitting at a wooden table, munching on what looked like a hearty dish on the table. Looks like it's supposed to be the foreman.

Qiu Peng quietly hid behind the wood and observed carefully, at this time, the man with a full face looked full of food and drink, patted his stomach and said, "Ah Gai, tell them to come out to eat." ”

The dark, thin middle-aged man answered, turned his head and shouted, "It's time to eat!

When he turned around, he saw that there was not the slightest movement in the two houses, and the man said to himself: "Today is really evil, and no one answered the call for dinner." ”

The man with a face full of ròu mō mō with a shiny face and said, "Go and see what the hell they are doing inside." ”

The man muttered, seemed to reluctantly stand up, and shouted "It's time to eat, come out and eat!" as he walked into the room. Seeing him push them away and walk into the house, the shouting suddenly disappeared, as if it were like a mud cow entering the sea, silent, and the mén automatically and slowly turned off.

The man sat at the table, waited for a while, still did not reply, stood up scoldingly, and said, "What are you doing in the tent? If you don't come out, Lao Tzu will discount your uǐ!"

As he spoke, he picked up an iǎ bench with his hand and walked viciously towards the house.

Qiu Peng suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly rushed over, and shouted, "Don't go in!" When the man heard this, he was stunned, and slowly turned his head to look at Qiu Peng, a little surprised, a little angry: "What's the matter with you?

Qiu Peng ignored his swear words, pointed to his mouth and said, "There is danger." ”

The man was stunned, cursed in a low voice, looked at Qiu Peng contemptuously and said, "Fart! Back then, Lao Tzu fought all over the invincible opponents in Nancheng, and he was afraid of who would come. ”

Saying that, take a step forward, and go to push mén, Qiu Peng grabbed a step and gently pushed it with his shoulder, the man took a few steps back to the side, and one stumbled and fell to the ground, the man was frightened and was about to scold, only to see that Qiu Peng had gently pushed mén away with his hand.

A flash of lightning burst out, piercing the dark space of the room. The sword qi surged like water with a fierce killing intent.

This sword was faster than lightning, and it struck with an unrivaled momentum, which really made people feel caught off guard.

Qiu Peng hurriedly drew his sword to block, but the sword shadow suddenly disappeared, Rao was like this, Qiu Peng already felt that the tip of the sword seemed to have touched the clothes in front of him, if Qiu Peng reacted in the blink of an eye at night, I am afraid that the sword would have pierced at this moment.

Qiu Peng didn't have time to be afraid, but the sword that had disappeared into the shadows suddenly appeared again, stabbing at Qiu Peng's ribs from an extremely tricky and vicious angle, and the speed was so fast that Cheng Dù, who was indisputable, could only vaguely see a cold light breaking through the air.

Qiu Peng hurriedly swung his sword again to meet the sword light, and at the moment when the long sword met the tip of the attacking sword, the sword light suddenly disappeared, as if it was just an illusion and a phantom of Qiu Peng just now. Of course, Qiu Peng knew that this was not the case, and sure enough, the next sword stabbed from his side, and in the darkness, this person's sword moves were swift and fast, and the attack was so fierce and vicious that it was simply terrifying.

The angle and speed of each of his swords can only be described as perfect. And each sword is the enemy must be saved, so that Qiu Peng has to block, and the attack angle of the next sword naturally comes from the flaws caused by this sword, so Qiu Peng in the first sword fell into passivity, continuously blocked the opponent's more than 20 swords, still failed to meet the tip of the opponent's sword, and the enemy's sword tip has almost stabbed Qiu Peng's body several times, Qiu Peng has even felt the piercing chill of the sword tip.

The most terrifying thing is that the angle of each sword attack of that person is extremely ingenious, so that he is in the dead end of the attack of the long sword in Qiu Peng's hand, in other words, Qiu Peng can't even if he wants to take a lose-lose style to force the opponent to switch from attack to defense.

Although Qiu Peng was focused on the sword, the long sword in his hand was not at all, and it seemed that he could always block the enemy's attack route in an instant without delay, but this situation of being in a hurry still gave him a lot of psychological pressure.

In particular, the enemy's sword seemed to be a poisonous snake, always stabbing from unexpected angles, and the sword momentum was strange and vicious, so that Qiu Peng had to deal with every sword with all his strength, and he couldn't slow down at all. couldn't help but make Qiu Peng break out in a cold sweat. The whole room was filled with the sound of energy breaking through the air, and there was no impact of weapons at all. Each time the man's sword stabbed out, there was a sharp whistle, showing the speed and strength of the man's sword.

Qiu Peng's sword sound is much more iǎ, but there is a slight hissing sound. It proves that although Qiu Peng is at a disadvantage, he still has spare strength when controlling the sword, and as long as he can get back to the first move, the situation will definitely improve significantly. However, that person's swordsmanship was extremely tight, and there was no negligence or flaw at all, so that Qiu Peng could seize the opportunity to fight back.

I don't know how many swords the enemy stabbed, Qiu Peng gradually became familiar with the light in the dark room, and gradually became familiar with the man's sword path, so he found an opportunity, and slashed out with a sword, "ding", slashed at the tip of the man's sword, and dnged his long sword.

Qiu Peng heard the man snort, took a few steps back, and stood still, as if he knew that he had lost his first move, and the chance of killing Qiu Peng was already very good, so he stopped attacking.

Qiu Peng took a breath and found that his palms were wet with cold sweat.

Qiu Peng settled down, the battle just now Qiu Peng was almost on the verge of life and death, although the time was short, it was the most thrilling battle since Qiu Peng came to Lingyun Pavilion.

Only then did Qiu Peng have the opportunity to look at his surroundings. He looked up at the man, who was wearing a black hat with a wide brim on his head to cover his face, and a black cloak on his body to hide his figure, but Qiu Peng was sure that it must be Kitano Peak.

It's not just from inference, but more importantly, the other party's fierce and arrogant eyes, which have already shown the swordsmanship just now.

Next to him, in the darkly wet room, there was a long bunk with piles of dilapidated bedding, and it looked like at least a dozen workers might have lived in this room, making the whole room look rather bī sloppy.

On the uáng and on the ground, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground, and a thick smell of blood permeated the foul air of the room.

Qiu Peng felt a burst of nausea, and then an irrepressible anger followed, "Beiye Feng, you actually killed them all, what can they know, at most they are just some unimportant clues, what can hinder you! You are so vicious"

The man stroked the long sword in his hand for a long time, but did not admit or deny that he was Kitanofeng, and said calmly: "I know that there will not be too important clues in their mouths, but I never like to leave any chance for the enemy. It's always good to have some iǎ hearts. ”

Qiu Peng took two breaths of air with difficulty, and said, "Just for the sake of iǎ heart, do you want so many people to send your life to you?"

The man said casually, of course, "Yes." ”

"You go die!" Qiu Peng roared and rushed up, waving the long sword in his hand, the sky-high anger in the iōng turned into the murderous aura on the sword in his hand, enveloping the entire room, the sword qi on the sword shook up the dust all over the house, swirling and flying in the air, the light in the room was dim, and the whole room was also shaken, as if it would collapse at any time.

The man was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that Qiu Peng's frustrated momentum would be doubled by being angered, and he didn't expect Qiu Peng to make good use of this momentum and turn it into an attack in an instant, he couldn't catch off guard and dodged to the side, trying to avoid Qiu Peng's edge, and then thwart Qiu Peng's sharp energy.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Peng's attack was as surging as the Yangtze River, so that he had no backhand power for a while, and could only dodge left and right under the shroud of Qiu Peng's sword qi, which was quite similar to Qiu Peng's embarrassment. He naturally knew that this was mainly because of the narrow space of the house, and if it was in an open and flat ground, he could naturally retreat first and then sit on a good map.

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)