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As soon as the man turned around, it was indeed him: Beimen Yunfei.

Although the one-eyed old man had an omen, he was still a little surprised and stunned, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Are you human? or a ghost?"

"I'm sometimes a human and sometimes a ghost. Beimen Yunfei replied. As he spoke, he fiddled with the Throat Breaker Sword in his hand in front of the one-eyed old man, not caring at all about letting people see the true face of the Throat Sword, because for Beimen Yunfei, the one-eyed old man was already a dying man, and he would never have a chance to tell anyone the true face of the Throat Breaking Sword. "I am a human being or a ghost, and it depends on whether the person standing in front of me is a human or a ghost. I see people talking about people, doing personnel, being upright and upright; I talk nonsense, I do ghost things, my heart is like a snake and scorpion, cold as frost, and I never have mercy on killing those who deserve to be killed. When I was a man, I followed the rules, kept my duty, had no quarrel with the world, and sometimes I was even afraid of the laws and regulations and had to swallow my anger like a coward; When I was a ghost, I couldn't control my demons from being crazy, aggressive, bloodthirsty, and fearless; Except for the fear that I will become more evil and evil, I have never been afraid of any evil people and ghosts in my life. I've never seen anyone talk nonsense, and I've never seen anyone talk about people. For if I see a man talking nonsense, he is a wicked and cunning villain who has no integrity and loyalty; If I talk to people, I'm a fool with no brains and wisdom......"

The one-eyed old man didn't hear what Beimen Yunfei was saying, but he saw the strange sword in Beimen Yunfei's hand clearly: the sword was about three feet long and no more than an inch wide; The light is like a mirror, as thin as a cicada's wings, Beimen Yunfei holds the sword in his left hand, and pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers of his right hand, which can bend 180 degrees to the hilt of the sword,...... What's even more amazing is that the throats of more than a dozen people have just been broken, but there is not a single trace of blood on the sword.

Although the one-eyed old man has no fighting spirit and no certainty of victory, he also has to bite the bullet, taking advantage of the time when Yunfei in the north gate is distracted by his words, he suddenly uses a secret hand and strikes preemptively: the feet take the gossip step, the body swims in the Tiangang Beidou Array, and when he mentions the true qi, the yin and yang Taiji of the palms rotates, converging into a wave of qi like a mountain and a sea, setting off flying sand and stones, and slamming towards the north gate Yunfei.

If you talk about internal strength, the two of them are hard to connect with each other, Beimen Yunfei is by no means a one-eyed veteran opponent, within three palms, Beimen Yunfei will be seriously injured and die. However, the world's martial arts never use wrestling to judge the strength and weakness, just like a bull and a tiger fighting, the stronger may not be able to win: the smart tiger never fights with the brute bull. The ox advances and retreats, avoiding the edge of its hooves and horns; The ox retreats and the tiger advances, constantly attacking and harassing, eliminating its fighting spirit and consuming its physical strength. After several rounds, the cow panicked, fearful, panicked, exhausted, and exhausted. The tiger seized the opportunity again, dialed thousands of catties in four or two, cut off his throat, and finally the tiger ate the cow's stomach. The one who can live to laugh to the end is the master of the king.

The one-eyed old man is a poor man, struggling hard, using what he has learned in his life, using both fists and feet, and only exerting his power towards the shadow. For a while, the small square area was shrouded in the dust and haze splashed by the one-eyed old Taoist skill. After dozens of moves, the one-eyed old Taoist found that Beimen Yunfei began to retreat again and again, parrying and dodging, and then, there was no trace, and the imitation boiling had melted into the haze.

"Smashed into powder, ran away?" the one-eyed old man thought secretly, he was a little relieved, even a little proud, so he stopped and wanted to inspect the surrounding situation and find the body of Yunfei in the north gate or the back of the escape. Unexpectedly, an arc of light flashed from the side of his neck under his eyes, and his throat felt like a bug had been bitten lightly. He finally saw the stationary back of Yunfei in the north gate, which was less than two meters away from him. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness, step forward with his sword, and pierce the heart of Beimen Yunfei with a sword to vent the hatred in his heart. But I felt that my hands and feet were no longer obedient, and I couldn't lift the sword in my hand...... even can't grasp it and slips to the ground; He began to collapse and get tired, as if he had been hypnotized, and he was about to fall into a unconscious and uncontrollable slumber...... He wanted to curse, he wanted to cry for help, he wanted to beg for mercy, but his scorching throat couldn't make a sound, and the sky in front of him began to become chaotic, dim, reddish, and pitch black...... He threw himself on the ground, for he wanted to kill before he died; Before he fell to the ground, he was dead, for his throat had been severed: a sword cut his throat, and the incision went into his throat about three centimeters, no more, no less, neatly straight, and clean.

Beimen Yunfei returned to the Deng family's aunt and nephew, and he felt that the eyes of the Deng family's aunts and nephews were a little abnormal.