romantic flower

() "Excuse me! Farewell. & Courtyard, when Song Yi stepped out of the Lichun Courtyard, she immediately pulled away her steps and hurried towards Xiao Taohong on the second floor. She wanted to figure out what happened in a short time What happened to make a response to the situation? He rushed to the secluded street behind Lichun Courtyard, and now he didn't have to worry about what would happen in Lichun Courtyard, because he believed that Xiao Taohong and the old bustard were finding out It is inappropriate for the person in the room who has been lurking for several years to publicize this matter! What he is looking forward to now is that Zhan Peng and Fuyao will not be run away by that person again...

A game of catching a turtle in an urn is going on silently. <Behind the courtyard is an even more secluded long alley.

When Song Yi walked through the long alley and entered another long alley that was also secluded, he finally saw the three people who were fighting.

Zhanpeng swung his knife with one arm, the blade was sharp and sharp.

The man named Hao Anying also wielded a long knife that was longer than the ordinary simple knife. His knife was strange and fierce. From Song Yi's point of view, it could be seen that Zhan Peng was actually parrying and fighting back. The number of times was very small, and every time he fought back, it was because Fuyao handed out the short sword at that time, forcing Hao Anying to return the sword to defend.

Judging from the scene, it seems that Hao Anying can still not be weak with one against two, but in fact, only Hao Anying knows how hard he is struggling. Every time the long knife and Zhan Peng's blade collide, he has to consume a lot of arm strength To fight against can ensure that he will not be injured, but such a hard-to-hard contest can consume his combat power.But this is not something that scares him, because if there is only Zhan Peng alone, he is confident enough that he can leave easily.

What made him terrified was that the girl who joined later was obviously a girl disguised as a man. The girl held a dagger, and she made few shots but was sharp and ruthless. Her moves were deadly, forcing him to fall into defense every now and then.Moreover, with his sharp eyes, he also observed that the girl's dagger was connected to an extremely fine silk thread extending to her wrist, which made him feel even more awe-inspiring.Because of his amazing experience, he naturally knows that this is a flying sword skill that is extremely difficult to practice and very few people will learn it in the world. It is more difficult to learn than hidden weapons, and its power is naturally much greater than hidden weapons.

He was annoyed and forced to fight in the street, but he was also glad that it was a street fight, because he thought of how dangerous the girl's flying sword would be to him if the alley was not so narrow that he couldn't use his skills.

However, this is already the most suitable scene for him to fight, and he still gradually realizes that sooner or later he will be exhausted and defeated if he continues like this, so all he can do is to feed Zhan Peng with killing moves, hoping that one move will be able to It hit and worked, and then it was impossible for the girl alone to stop him from escaping.

His ideas are naturally impeccable, which proves that he is a long-time veteran, because he has fought against Zhan Peng, and he understands that Zhan Peng's one-arm is a defect, and he also knows that Zhan Peng is injured.

Surrounded by two extremely powerful masters like this, he can still calmly think of the best way to fight and follow his own goals in an orderly manner. His strength and scheming are undoubtedly first-class masters , but there is still a sense of crisis hidden in his heart.

When Song Yi's figure appeared in the alley and approached Zhanpeng, his heart was finally disturbed, and the hidden sense of crisis finally turned into real panic.

No matter who it is, panic will naturally lead to chaos.

Even for a very outstanding master like Hao Anying, after his sudden critical strike knocked Zhan Peng back a few steps, he finally revealed a trace of his empty door, and then the sharp sword light took advantage of the void to touch his abdomen. And pass.

As the sword light passed, the clothes were torn apart, and it could be seen that the snow-white cotton wadding mixed in the thick clothes flew out like an explosion.

This is a not too expensive padded jacket, so naturally it is impossible to protect the flesh and blood of a person after the clothes are torn.

A handful of snow-white cotton wool flew out, and then a few drops of blood were visible to the naked eye from the torn opening of the clothes, and then the two openings of the torn clothes where the cotton wool was exposed were instantly stained with bright red...

That is blood.

Song Yi saw it, Fuyao knew it, Zhan Peng who staggered back and finally sat down on the ground also saw it, and the injured Hao Anying felt it even more!

At the moment when Fuyao cut him and Zhan Peng was repelled, there was a moment of space stagnation, or it should be said that he had a slight escape gap.

This is the only gap that Hao Anying struggled to create. He naturally understands the significance of this tiny gap, which is almost only a second, to life and death, so although he felt the severe throbbing pain in his abdomen, his steps forward Still not stagnating, he kicked hard on the solid bluestone road, and then jumped up with his whole body...

Leaping high over Zhan Peng's body lying on the ground, his elegant posture has a ferocious aura, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and he has already drawn his knife in the air, pointing at Song Yi!

His calculations are still the most perfect, breaking out --- Tui Zhanpeng --- Take a blow --- Pounce on Song Yi --- Hurt or kill --- Escape.

This is still a perfect route, so his arrogant eyes still exude a powerful and unparalleled fighting spirit to stab Song Yi.

Zhanpeng was already standing up the moment his body moved forward, but Hao Anying had already jumped over him the moment Zhanpeng stood up, and then Zhanpeng and the chasing Fuyao took on the posture of chasing side by side, about five steps behind Hao Anying, And Song Yi is seven or eight steps away from Hao Anying...

Maybe some blood drops from the abdomen splashed out and fell onto the bluestone slab because of Hao Anying's blow that tensed his whole body, but Hao Anying only had Song Yi's head in his eyes.

This is a unparalleled blow, and it is also a blow with no retreat.

He is arrogant, he is confident!But it was only for a moment, all the arrogance and confidence in his eyes turned into sadness, because he saw Song Yi raised his hand, and then a few cold lights flew towards him after Song Yi waved...

Of course, he was still able to calmly block the throwing knives Song Yi threw, but he also knew that he had completely lost his way out.

In an instant, with a few crisp clangs, he chose to knock flying knives into the air instead of taking a few knives and rushing towards Song Yi. This choice was almost a subconscious choice of the human body, even if he really wanted to die Putting the blade on Song Yi's neck was also a way out, but the body instinctively did so.

Knocking a few throwing knives away, his body fell to the ground in an instant, his feet stepped on the solid ground, then he twisted his body and swirled out the knives...

Keng---

At the moment when the blades clashed, he knocked Zhanpeng back a few steps, and even took a few steps back with the force from Zhanpeng's blade, but he still couldn't avoid the electric shock at Fuyao's instant. The ray of shock that came.

The sword glowed like lightning, Hao Anying held the knife to block, but in the end he failed to catch the target of Fuyao's blow because of his haste and slowness, and then the blade fell through the air, only piercing the air, and then his arm suddenly hurt, and his palm trembled He couldn't continue to hold the long knife steadily.

The long knife fell to the ground with a bang, and a thick wound was drawn on his arm by the short sword that Fuyao flew out, and it was instantly stained with blood!He raised his leg and continued to kick Fuyao's approaching figure, but only saw that Fuyao's petite figure dodged his strong kick like a dexterous swallow, his chest was pressed down by Fuyao's little hand, and then The huge body of the whole person fell out as if he had been hit hard. The moment he fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and then a cold knife stuck to his throat as if it had been waiting for a long time. .

Song Yi bent down, squatted down, stared coldly at the unwilling eyes of Hao Anying who fell right in front of him, and sneered, "Have you thought about it now?"

Hao Anying didn't answer, but stared at Song Yi coldly, his body limp and gave up struggling, letting the pain invade the nerves of his whole body.

"I guess you haven't thought about it, maybe you only saw the reward your master promised you, but forgot that you might die, and your master might not even blink when you're gone Blink, what do you think?" Song Yi turned the tip of the flying knife upside down, pointed it at his throat and pressed down slightly, watching the blood seep out from the tip of the knife.

"Let me guess again, are you from the capital?" Song Yi saw that Fuyao and Zhanpeng had already stood beside him, so he slightly relaxed the blade, and then asked.

"I won't say it." Hao Anying finally spoke, with an unyielding look in his eyes.

"I'll let you tell!" Song Yi sneered, and then said to Zhan Peng, "Knock him out, take him back first..."

Zhan Peng squatted down and pressed heavily on the acupuncture points on Hao Anying's neck, and then Hao Anying, who was lying on the ground, passed out.

"Come on, the carriage should be waiting outside the alley at this time." Song Yi said, then turned around and left gracefully, but Fuyao who was following him saw that he wiped his palms on the hem of his clothes, and there was no blood!After Wei Wei thought for a while in a strange way, Fuyao suddenly burst out laughing, and she suddenly understood that Song Yi's action just now should be wiping the sweat from his palms on his clothes...

Song Yi turned around and asked in bewilderment, "What are you laughing at?"

"It turns out that you will also be afraid, but it's just that you are very good at pretending." Fu Yao blinked, teasing Song Yi with a playful look.