Xie Junhe shouted angrily: "Shen Yanfei, you're still endless?"

The barrel of the gun pressed against the blade of the sword, and Shen Yan raised the corners of his mouth like a knife: "Why should Brother Xie be impulsive? Tiger poison still doesn't eat children, the sea of snow is connected to my blood, how dare I hurt her?"

"Xuehai is the bloodline of the Chu family, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Ha, that's a good point, does it have anything to do with you?" Shen Yanfei laughed, "Didn't you fall in love with my sister-in-law? Take 10,000 steps back and say, what are you involved in the matter between me and Chu Tao?"

The anger that Jun He was holding back instantly burned and evaporated into a sea of fire. But Shen Yanfei's gun stood between the two of them without moving, no matter how much force Jun He's hand exerted, his remnant sword couldn't pry the silver leaf gun at all!

It's qi! Junhe had an epiphany: Shen Yanfei actually gathered the aura of the remnant sword! When did his skill reach such a height? This kid really regarded Jiang Shaoyun as his father, and even learned these strange kung fu!

After a good talk, Shen Yanfei put on a pleasant appearance: "My sister is a little naughty." Tell me where she's been on the North Shore, or make a way, or maybe I can say a few nice things for you?"

"Dreaming!"

"Or are you going to comprehend the power of the Iron Dust Technique?" Shen Yanfei's voice suddenly deepened. The silver-leaf gun suddenly turned into a rising form, and the cold light on the end of the gun shone in the night.

Jun He stood proudly, his sword on the ground, his eyes murderous. "No matter how powerful the Iron Dust Trick is, you don't want to go over. ”

Out of nowhere, a black cloud floated, hiding the clear full moon, the sky and the earth were deeply dark, and the sea of snow and the petite body of the red in the depths of the alley were completely gone. The terrain here is so complex that it is difficult to determine which direction it will disappear.

Heaven help me. Xie Junhe has never thanked God so reverently.

Shen Yanfei is not a clairvoyant.

He could only redden, raising his gun and forcing Xie Junhe straight over.

Can't you withdraw if you can't win? I don't know how many days I've been waiting for you, and I still don't let people play with both hands and move their muscles and bones? Jun He thought about it in his heart, threw back a cold snort, and threw himself into the strong wind towards the top of the tower. The wind stirred his black brocade robe, like a black eagle sweeping through the air. The spear behind him was like a silver dragon with its mouth open.

In the streets and alleys of the night, a good show of chasing begins.

Play light skills with me? Chu Tao doesn't have the courage to do this! Shen Yanfei's qi wave at the tip of the spear has already pursued away. Suddenly, he hit the stone wall beside Jun He. But as soon as Jun He retreated, he flashed ten steps away, mocking Shen Yanfei with murderous intent. How could Shen Yanfei endure such a provocation, and even unleashed a shot of the golden snake dance, winding around him.

The remnant sword rattled, and sparks flew on the blade. But the tip of the spear was never close to him. Xie Junhe fought and retreated, and Shen Yanfei persevered. I don't know how far away they are from where they met. Seeing that Xie Junhe had retreated into a dead end, Yan Fei was very proud in his heart, gathered the strength of his whole body at the tip of the gun, and swept over the black figure with one move.

It was like a crack, and an extremely strong cold air hit the face, and only the humming of the eardrum could be heard. The force he had exerted just now seemed to be pushed back, and the tip of the gun slammed into the hard wall, and the entire barrel of the gun shook violently.

He immediately managed to breathe and block out all the attacks around him. The iron dust trick reappeared, and suddenly the cold air that came from the collision was greatly hindered, and the missiles flew in all directions. It was as if the whole alley was frozen by this force, dusty, cold mist, and every now and then rubble rattled and trickled.

Shen Yanfei stood with the gun unharmed, but the sharp lines hooked at the corners of his mouth suddenly drooped.

Surrounded by three high walls, the dark shadow that was entangled with him suddenly disappeared. In the quiet night, a long leaf whistle fluttered from a distant place, not knowing what to do and not knowing what to do, sad like weeping. This is the signal of the gathering of the Blood Ghost Hall: as soon as the memorial song comes out, the killing will appear. A layer of cold clouds arose in Yan Fei's heart: What a Xie Junhe, if you can't beat him, you want to ask for help?

He immediately became cautious, followed the direction of the whistle, and quickly rushed up the wall to look down, inspecting every possible dark place, every point of edge that was not hidden. But there was nothing, and the whistle was suddenly inaudible. Look up at your feet: there is a large courtyard in front of you - all kinds of beggars live together, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it stinks. The people all over the ground guarded the seats beneath them—probably their only possessions. It seems that the earth-shattering fight just now did not kick up a trace of dust here. Maybe it's all half-dead guys!" Shen Yanfei sneered and walked past the edge of the wall.

A particularly sharp look suddenly came from below. Yan Fei stopped suddenly, the alley shack? This is not the place where Xie Junhe has lived for many years? What is the purpose of this guy to bring him here? Could it be that he wants to calculate him! Yan Feifei landed in front of this person, and his spear slashed horizontally under this person's neck.

"Stinky Hanako!"

The man sat motionless and leaned dumbly, his eyes half-closed, and he didn't even want to raise his head, as if he had never seen a sword, and life and death had nothing to do with him. The skin was wrapped in a ragged gray cloth coat, and it stenched unspeakably. The vague night enveloped the person's appearance, and he only knew that his face was broad.

A beggar?

No, a beggar who doesn't panic at every turn?

"How can this be reasonable?" Yan Fei was furious and kicked him hard, but the man was useless, he rolled on the ground a few times in succession, and one turned over as if he had just woken up and stretched his waist, rubbing his worried eyes. "It looks like a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, but I didn't expect it to be a straw bag!" Where is this stunned appearance from the Blood Ghost Hall? Yan Fei secretly sneered and picked up the shelf and said, "Did you just see a black-clothed person passing over here?"

The beggar lazily raised his hand and pointed to the east of the courtyard, but to the east could only see the cold night sky, and not even a star could be seen.

Yan Fei glanced at him and muttered, "It's quite interesting." He threw three copper plates from the bottom of his sleeve and hurried eastward.

The beggar's heels clanged. He quietly stretched behind Shen Yanfei, picking out a weird smile from the corner of his eye. He still sat reclining, silently tapping his index finger on the stone floor, and muttering words in his mouth as if beating a mysterious rhythm.

After a few moments, the eastern sky was like a thunderstorm and a roar of swords and shouts of slaughter, shaking the shacks in silence.

"Again, still don't let people sleep?" a rough sound sounded from the other corner, and the guy rolled over, covered his head with the rags, and continued to sleep in a daze. Most of the beggars in the compound were like him, still lying on their own, letting him fall apart. Anyway, no one cares about their lives or deaths.

In a moment, the night was silent again, so quiet that you could hear the insects chirping in the cracks of the stones.

The courtyard door creaked open again, and a small dark figure burst in. Xie Junhe suddenly jumped down from the beam frame of the cloister and flipped in front of him.

The short man arched his hand and whispered, "Ran away." Not his opponent. ”

Jun He snorted coldly: "Qin Ye has raised your group of wine bags and rice bags for nothing! Go back and practice this body and bones well! Otherwise, sooner or later, people will be served." ”

The short man didn't even dare to raise his head, and took the order.

Junhe looked back at the beggar who had just shown the way, still napping with his eyes closed. I thought that fortunately, this guy helped him and led Shen Yan to fly in that direction, so that Shen entered the game set up earlier, and taught him a lesson by training the little cubs of the Blood Ghost Hall. Otherwise, I really don't know how long I will be entangled this night. Then he threw a piece of broken silver at his feet: "Thank you!" and walked out with his feet.

"Your surname is Xie, but my surname is not Xie!" The rough voice was like a bell, with a deep grudge.

Xie Jun and Awe-inspiring turned around. "How do you know my surname is Xie?" Who else is his old acquaintance here? Even Mo Yang is no longer there! Isn't this person a master hidden among beggars? He re-examines this beggar, but all he sees is a tattered hat and a coarse rag. The whole body was dirty and dirty. It's just that his figure is suspiciously large. It reminded him of a person.

But how could it be? That person couldn't help him, let alone be so involved in the city.

The beggar had collected the broken silver, raised his head slightly, and squinted at him. "Who doesn't know about the Blood Ghost Hall, it's really brave to take Qin Ye's people for private work!"

As if he had been hit by an axe, Xie Junhe almost drew his sword: he clearly knew the roughness and ferocity in his eyes!

But the strength in this voice can only be that of the Qi family's eldest and youngest Qi Heng! How did he come here, or is he still a beggar disguise? What about his pair of axes that he is used to?

Qi Heng seemed to have discovered that he had been recognized, and suddenly got up with a bone, limping and walking out of the courtyard, one foot high and one foot low, but still with the momentum of rampage.

Xie Junhe followed closely until there was no one else, and then he drank him: "Don't hide, Qi Heng!"

"What is not even? Let's just eat and drink to our heart's content. Xie Ye don't want to get in the way. ”

Jun He immediately sneered coldly: "Heh, the dignified Qi Da Shao also has today? What about the majestic set of heads that day? When you were playing tricks on the south bank, Chu Tao left you three points of face, it seems that these faces are all given for nothing!"

"Don't mention Chu Tao!" waved the iron fist in front of him. Jun He flashed, and slammed the ground, and the punch was solid and smashed a deep pit on the earthen wall. The bulky body behind the fist almost smashed into it.

Junhe grabbed his back collar with one hand and threw him, and he fell from this wall to the earthen wall opposite. For a while, there was a boom, and the dust and mist filled the air. Junhe shook his robe in the dust. "Heh, I thought you had a lot of ability to continue pretending, don't do it if you don't know it!"

And he was no longer the angry man just now, bowed his head and covered his face with a hat, and under Xie Junhe's gaze, he only couldn't find a crack in the ground. "Just laugh," he cursed viciously, "Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will chop off the one surnamed Chu!

Jun He just snorted: "He's in the Black Rock Cliff, you should go!"