After a while, Murong Feihu came to the cell, the guards opened the iron door, and Murong Feihu walked in with a wine jug. Ding Cheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, closing his eyes and exercising.

Murong Feihu laughed and said, "Brother Ding, Murong Feihu has come to see you." ”

When Ding Cheng saw Murong Feihu coming in, his eyes opened, and then closed them again, still taking care of his own luck.

Murong Feihu laughed and said, "Brother Ding, don't pretend. When you fall into my special Huagong San, you specialize in restraining people with internal force behind you. Although it can't dissolve your internal force, it can make your internal force sloppy and can't be lifted. Without internal strength, what else can you do?"

Ding Cheng opened his eyes again, stared at Murong Feihu and asked, "Murong Feihu, what are you doing here?"

Murong Feihu smiled lewdly and said, "Brother Ding Cheng, don't get me wrong, I know that you are so bored here, I came to bring you wine." ”

Ding Cheng looked at the small window above his head and said, "Why don't you take that small window to send me wine, and you will deliver it in person, I am afraid that it is my desperate bar." ”

Murong Feihu laughed and said, "Clever! Yes, I added the most poisonous poison in the world to this wine, as long as I drink a small sip, I will be poisoned to death immediately." An old friend is leaving, and of course I'm going to give it off. How's that? Dare to drink?"

Ding Cheng smiled slightly and said, "Since it is an old friend's affection, how can I refuse?

Murong Feihu was stunned, he didn't expect Ding Cheng to accept it so calmly. Could it be that he is playing some tricks? Could it be that his internal strength has been restored?

Ding Cheng smiled and said, "What, you are reluctant again? I have no internal strength, and I am chained in an iron cage, what are you afraid of?"

Murong Feihu laughed three times to hide his embarrassment, and said, "Joke, what am I reluctant to be afraid of?"

Ding Cheng reached out and took the wine jug, opened the lid, sniffed it close to his nose, and praised loudly: "It's so fragrant! Thank you, Your Excellency, for your kindness." ”

Murong Feihu didn't see the fear and uneasiness of a person before death from Ding Cheng's face, and he was inexplicably a little lost in his heart, he reluctantly laughed twice and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get on the road!"

Ding Cheng stared at Murong Feihu for a moment, and Murong Feihu's heart was furious. Then he craned his neck and gulped down.

Murong Feihu saw that Ding Cheng had drunk the poisoned wine, a lewd smile appeared on his face, and he said in his heart: "Ding Cheng, your life is really big, last time you were in the Lonely Mountain, you were so seriously injured, and you can still live until now! But now, I can finally watch you die." ”

Slowly, the smile on Murong Feihu's face froze. Because Ding Cheng had already drunk all the pots of wine, he still stood in place with a smile and no abnormality.

Ding Cheng shook the wine jug in his hand, and asked Murong Feihu with a smile: "You are not bad, but it's a pity that there are a little less, is there anything else?"

Murong Feihu was startled, and asked in a trembling voice, "How is this possible?" You, are you a human or a ghost?"

Ding Cheng smiled and said, "I'm such a big living person standing in front of you, do you say I'm a human or a ghost?"

Murong Feihu thought to himself: "It must be that the amount of poison is not enough, or he put the wrong medicine, he Ding Cheng is just a mortal, it is impossible to kill him!"

He gritted his teeth, pulled out a long sword from his waist, and slashed at Ding Cheng through the iron cage.

Ding Cheng raised his hands, and the two iron chains in his hands rolled towards Murong Feihu's long sword. Murong Feihu didn't expect Ding Cheng to be so fast at this time, and before he could react, the long sword in his hand was already entangled in iron chains.

The long sword in his hand was just an ordinary iron sword, how could it be compared to the heavy iron chain in Ding Cheng's hand?

Murong Feihu felt a shock in his arm, and he couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the sword. Ding Cheng's wrist flicked, and Murong Feihu's long sword fell to the ground.

Murong Feihu saw that the sword had been twisted into a twist. He exclaimed in his heart: "I haven't seen you for two years, this kid's kung fu has grown again, if you don't kill him while he is trapped today, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

He pulled out a scimitar from his sleeve and swept it towards Ding Cheng like a whirlwind.

Because there was an iron cage between him and Ding Cheng, it was very inconvenient to move. So he first stood on the iron lock of the iron cage. His scimitar was made of refined steel, and the iron lock was cut with a single sword.

Murong Feihu kicked open the iron door and slashed at Ding Cheng with a knife.

Ding Cheng had fought Murong Feihu before, and he had seen Murong Feihu use this scimitar knife technique twice. At that time, he had already seen some clues, and now his martial arts are increasing day by day, and he can see it more realistically. Although Murong Feihu's scimitar knife technique was fast and weird, in his eyes, the flaws in Murong Feihu's knife technique were also clearly visible.

And once you see through his knife technique, you will feel that his knife technique is actually not very fast.

Ding Cheng waved the iron cable in his hand casually, blocking Murong Feihu's scimitar three feet away, and he couldn't get close.

Murong Feihu attacked fiercely, but he didn't even touch the edge of Ding Cheng's clothes, and he couldn't help but get anxious in his heart, and he was a little timid.

Ding Cheng smiled slightly, kicked twice, and the two iron chains tied to his ankles flew out, shooting at Murong Feihu's chest like Lixuan's arrows, and at the same time, the two iron chains in Ding Cheng's hands had also been taken off and flew towards Murong Feihu.

Murong Feihu shouted, he didn't expect that the chains on Ding Cheng's body had been opened!

The four iron chains were like four long snakes, each wrapped around Murong Feihu's limbs. In a hurry, Murong Feihu's scimitar took off his hand and flew and spun in the air at high speed, entangled in four iron chains.

Without waiting for the scimitar to land, Murong Feihu turned around and ran towards the door of the prison. He knew that he was not Ding Cheng's opponent at all, and the only way to do this was to mobilize the guards outside the cell and shoot Ding Cheng to death with arrows.

But as soon as he rushed to the door of the iron prison, he suddenly saw a sword light rushing towards him. He hurriedly made a jack fall, stopped, and then, with all his strength, flipped his head backwards.

At the last moment, a short sword grazed his chest, and the clothes on his chest had been torn. If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have become a revenant under the sword by now.

Murong Feihu turned his head back, and before he could stand firmly, Ding Cheng had already pointed over and hit the big vertebral point on his back. Murong Feihu suddenly felt that his whole body was sore, and he couldn't move.

Only then did he see clearly that a slim girl had walked in from outside the iron prison, holding a short sword that glittered with cold light in her hand.

(End of chapter)