Yun Ying and Murong Feihu fought and retreated, and suddenly tripped over a corpse under their feet and almost fell. Although he immediately stabilized his figure, his arm had already been slashed by Murong Feihu.

Murong Feihu saw that he had a successful move, and then slashed down at Yun Ying's shoulder with a knife. At this critical juncture, Ding Cheng had already come to Yun Ying's side and slashed at Murong Feihu with a single sword. Murong Feihu hurriedly stepped to the side, holding a scimitar to protect his chest, and looked at Ding Cheng with four eyes.

Ding Cheng and Murong Feihu were five steps away from each other, standing opposite each other. As the so-called enemies are very red when they meet, just now Murong Feihu injured Yunying again, and Mrs. Zhou was stabbed, Ding Cheng looked at Murong Feihu, and his eyes could spew fire. He held the hilt of the knife in his hand, ready to fight Murong Feihu desperately.

Murong Feihu had fought with Ding Cheng several times before, and knew that although Ding Cheng's martial arts were powerful, he was still a few points behind himself. At that moment, with a wave of his right hand, the scimitar in his hand drew a half-arc towards Ding Cheng's shoulder. Ding Cheng waited for Murong Feihu to pounce closer, and the treasure knife in his hand came up from the bottom to the top.

The scimitar in Murong Feihu's hand was still more than a foot away from Ding Cheng's shoulder, and when he saw Ding Cheng's big knife up, the cold light of the blade flashed, and it came extremely fast, so he hurriedly withdrew the knife and retreated. If he hadn't withdrawn quickly, this arm would have been gone.

Murong Feihu thought that this was just because he was too light on the enemy, and Ding Cheng made a mistake, so he forced himself to retreat. Then he took a half step to the right, and rushed up from Ding Cheng's left side, and the scimitar went straight to the back of Ding Cheng's neck.

The treasure knife in Ding Cheng's hand was pulled from right to left, still slashing at Murong Feihu's arm. Murong Feihu stepped back, followed by a vertical body, and the scimitar stabbed Ding Cheng in the chest from top to bottom.

Ding Cheng took half a step forward, raised the knife above his head, and slashed downward. Murong Feihu intuitively felt a strong wind hitting his face, shaving his face painfully, and quickly turned back, turning out a foot away, and a cold sweat broke out in his heart. I thought that I hadn't seen him for a few months, how could Ding Cheng's martial arts progress so fast? He braked with static braking, the last strike came first, the moves were extremely wonderful, and the internal force contained in the sword technique was also very strong.

He no longer dared to despise Ding Cheng, unfolded his scimitar knife and rolled towards Ding Cheng, slashing at Ding Cheng's legs. Ding Cheng saw that Murong Feihu's sword technique was strange, so he didn't dare to make a rash move, he took three steps back, and then flew over Murong Feihu's head.

Murong Feihu turned around and worked again, his sword skills were fast and fast, weird and exquisite, and his shots were clean and neat, straight and straight, and there was no false move. Ding Cheng had seen this kind of dispatch in the helm of the horse gang, and he had secretly pondered it, but because Murong Feihu was too fast, he couldn't figure out the mystery of his tricks.

Despite this, Ding Cheng was not in a hurry, according to his skills today, as long as he used the treasure knife to slash hard and force Murong Feihu to change his attack into defense, the opponent's tricks would naturally be broken.

Ding Cheng observed for a while, and saw that although the opponent's sword technique was as fast as lightning and the tricks were weird, it had not reached the highest level, and there were many offensive and few defensive positions in the sword technique, revealing many flaws.

After a few more moves, Ding Cheng suddenly turned from defense to offense, and the treasure knife in his hand opened and closed, as dignified as a mountain, and as turbulent and churning as a huge wave. Murong Feihu barely supported seventy or eighty moves, and couldn't parry it anymore, so he threw the scimitar in his hand violently, and came straight to Ding Cheng's chest, then turned around and fled backwards.

Ding Cheng raised his knife and smashed the scimitar thrown by Murong Feihu into the air, and then followed. In the past few months, Ding Cheng's internal strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and his light body kung fu has also grown a lot. This chase was up, and he instantly bullied Murong Feihu's back, raised his knife and slashed at his back.

Murong Feihu rolled on the spot and dodged over. The treasure knife in Ding Cheng's hand pushed forward and pushed towards Murong Feihu, and Murong Feihu jumped up with both hands. The treasure knife in Ding Cheng's hand slashed upwards and slashed towards Murong Feihu's abdomen. Seeing that Murong Feihu was unavoidable, and when the blade of the treasure knife was about to cut through his belly, Ding Cheng suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, as if he had been stung by a bee. As soon as he let go, the sword fell to the ground. And Murong Feihu escaped at a critical moment.

In order not to give the other party a chance to breathe, Ding Cheng didn't have time to pick up the treasure knife, and kicked Murong Feihu in the chest with a flying kick.

Murong Feihu retreated half a step back and let this kick pass. Ding Cheng had already expected it, and immediately leaned forward and pushed his knees against Murong Feihu's chest. Murong Feihu followed and took another half step back, letting Ding Cheng knees.

Ding Cheng's knees fell short, and then his elbows pushed out, still pushing Murong Feihu's chest. Murong Feihu dodged two serial attacks, and when he saw Ding Cheng's elbow coming up again, he was shocked, and jumped backwards with all his last strength, dodging Ding Cheng's elbow attack again.

Ding Cheng saw that Murong Feihu dodged his three consecutive blows between the lightning and flint, and secretly praised, turned his hands into claws, and naturally stretched out.

Murong Feihu had exhausted all his strength at this time, and he no longer had the ability to dodge the blow of Ding Cheng's hands, and was grabbed by Ding Cheng's neck at once.

Ding Cheng used a little force in his hands, and Murong Feihu only felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his eyes were full of stars. Suddenly, Ding Cheng felt his chest tighten, half of his body was sore, and his hands loosened. Murong Feihu picked up a steel knife from the ground, slashed at Ding Cheng's shoulder, and then flew up with a kick and kicked Ding Cheng between his chest and abdomen, kicking Ding Cheng away.

The moment Ding Cheng flew out, he suddenly remembered the deaths of Yujiang Long, Niu Tienan, and Wan Kui, and felt a burst of regret in his heart, why didn't he guard against Murong Feihu's steel needle? But at this time, it was already too late.

Murong Feihu raised his head and laughed wildly, but because he had just been pinched by Ding Cheng's neck, he hurt his throat, laughed a few times, and coughed a few times.

Yun Ying has been thinking about Ding Cheng's safety in his heart, and while killing the enemy, his eyes glanced at Ding Cheng. Suddenly, I saw Ding Cheng injured and fell to the ground, and wanted to rush over to check, but was rushed by a group of enemy soldiers and rushed farther away. She saw Ding Cheng being trampled on by several enemy soldiers, but she didn't move. It seems that Ding Cheng was hit by the vital point and has been seriously injured and died. Yun Ying felt a sadness in her heart, and desperately rushed to Ding Cheng's side, but there were too many enemy soldiers, like a stone wall, firmly separating her from Ding Cheng. Yun Ying's expression was angry, his body was scattered, and he was stabbed twice in the back, although the injury was not serious, but it was also blood gushing out, staining half of his clothes red.

Zhou Rouqiang held the dead lady in his hands, seeing that there were more and more enemy soldiers, the general trend of the Jiangchuan army and people was gone, and people kept falling to the ground and dying. I can't help but feel sad from it, looking up to the sky and singing, singing: "Hu is not extinguished, temples are autumn, and tears are empty." Who would have thought in this life, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old in Cangzhou! Fuxian Lake, Fuxian Lake, bury my loyal bones, and want to go and rest. ”

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