The urban swordsman is invincible when he comes down from the mountain

In the courtyard of the old mansion, Ouyang Yidao's face finally showed a smile.

Press down on your left arm and press the scabbard against your waist.

His right hand was placed on the hilt of the knife very casually.

Obviously, the moment he took out the knife, it would be as fast as lightning!

Su Changfeng was expressionless, and stepped forward with the long sword in his hand.

Leisurely stroll is generally handed out.

Both of them were very relaxed, but when Su Changfeng's long sword was handed out, Ouyang Yidao snorted.

"Strange..."

"What kind of sword technique is this, why is there no move to speak of?"

"Gradually fluctuating, everywhere it is pointed is flawed!" In

the face of such a strange sword technique, Ouyang Yidao did not rush to attack, but quickly retreated.

But no matter whether he moved to the left or to the right, Su Changfeng kept up with him.

The tip of a long sword fluttered, pointing crookedly at him.

"Ouyang Yidao, as long as you tell the whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others, I, Su Changfeng, can consider not killing you. "

Don't kill me?"

"Back then, the Su family was wiped out, and all the doors died, and my Ouyang family couldn't get out of the relationship. "

If you say you won't kill me, I'm afraid you won't even believe me!"

"Your age is not comparable to mine, and you Ouyang Yidao will definitely not participate in the Su family's bloody case back then." "

As long as I tell the whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others, I, Su Changfeng, will spare your life!"

The two of them moved forward and retreated, asking and answering.

Su Changfeng was so anxious that in exchange for the whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others, he even made a condition not to kill the other party.

didn't expect Ouyang to take a knife, and he didn't want to appreciate it at all.

The sword flashed, and

everything lost its color....

Ouyang suddenly turned around and faced Su Changfeng behind his back.

In this way, the trajectory of the knife is completely blocked by the body.

Su Changfeng was slightly stunned, and the blade of a short knife was already close to his throat.

Between the lightning and flint, he leaned back, and he was able to dodge the slash.

Unexpectedly, such a shocking knife was just the beginning of Ouyang's one-knife technique.

In the courtyard of the Su family's old house, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, and the fallen leaves are flying.

A short knife was unleashed, and it was invincible.

In the battle of the Yan family's villa, although Su Changfeng relied on his heart sword to break the supreme sword technique of the Shura Sect master.

But compared with Ouyang Yidao at this time, the Shura Sect knife technique was amazing, but it was a little flashy.

The short knife in Ouyang's hand, although it did not produce any vision, did not hurt people in the air.

But every time he slashed, it was unimaginably fast.

Su Changfeng kept retreating, and could only move with his footsteps and body skills.

The long sword in his hand didn't have the time to stab out.

"Martial arts in the world, only fast is not broken!"

"As long as you have a fast enough speed, you can suppress any wonderful tricks." "

Su Changfeng, in fact, I have already won this battle the moment I made the sword

!" "The whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others don't mean anything to you anymore!"

Ouyang

Yidao laughed while constantly using the knife technique in his hand.

Every time I slash, the moves are rustic to the extreme.

Maybe this is the great ingenuity, the road to simplicity.

Since going down the mountain to take revenge, Su Changfeng has encountered countless masters.

No matter how good the other party is, he never puts pressure on himself.

On the contrary, as soon as the masters of the Ouyang family appeared, they were all eye-catching.

At this time, this Ouyang Yidao was Su Changfeng, who had encountered an unprecedented strong enemy.

But there is no sword intent, and when it is strong, it is strong.

Every time you are inspired by a powerful enemy, you can comprehend a new realm.

Ouyang's one-knife technique is extremely fast, condensing all the power on his arm, so when he swings the knife, he can produce amazing speed.

If Su Changfeng wanted to win, he could only stab faster swordsmanship.

But at this time, the body was suppressed by the short knife, and there was no chance to even use the sword, let alone defeat the enemy.

What's more, Ouyang Yidao, with the ancient martial arts of the Ouyang family, has been practicing the speed of swinging the knife for more than ten years.

Su Changfeng wants to outperform the other party in terms of speed in a short period of time, it is impossible at all.

As the number of dodging sword techniques increased, Su Changfeng's eyes also became clearer.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me.

"I see, no matter how fast your knife is, there is a process for making a knife.

"As long as you can predict your movements, you can crack the quick knife!" Su

Changfeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his wrist moved slightly between words.

The tip of a long sword slowly pointed in one direction.

And this direction is exactly the position that Ouyang wants to cut out with one sword.

The tip of Su Changfeng's sword pointed at Ouyang's wrist without being crooked or oblique.

If Ouyang slashed out, his wrist would definitely meet the tip of Su Changfeng's sword.

"Coincidence?"

The sudden change made Ouyang extremely surprised.

Immediately turn around, ready to slash the next blow.

But where Su Changfeng's sword tip was pointing, it was the position where his wrist was about to appear.

In this way, the situation was reversed in an instant.

Su Changfeng just shook his wrist and kept changing the direction of the tip of the sword.

However, Ouyang Yidao was defeated and retreated, and the sword light in the sky dissipated completely.

No matter which direction he wanted to attack from, he could never escape the blockade of Su Changfeng's sword.

"Tell me the whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others, otherwise you will cut off your right hand, so that you will never be able to use a fast knife again!" Su

Changfeng's tone was cold, and between speaking, the distance between the tip of the sword and the tip of the sword was a few inches more.

It was a few inches away that made Ouyang feel like he was facing a great enemy, and cold sweat soaked his whole body.

"Su Changfeng, you think beautifully

!" "Even if you kill me today, I won't tell you the whereabouts of Zhao Jing and the others

!" "My Ouyang family is a sword master, even if you win me, you can't win my brother!"

Ouyang was defeated, but he didn't want to let go at all.

Instead, he made threats.

Su Changfeng couldn't bear it anymore, and under the shaking of the tip of the sword, he forcibly removed one of Ouyang Yidao's right arms.

With a bang, the short knife and arm hit the ground at the same time.

Ouyang Yidao's eyes were black, and he sat on the ground staggeringly.

But even so, he still had a crazy smile on his face.

"What can you do if you cut off my right hand, a lost dog?"

"I'm afraid your woman is being insulted by countless people now."

"No matter how anxious you are, I won't tell you her whereabouts!" bursts

of wild laughter came out, and Ouyang Yidao was intoxicated, without the slightest fear.

Immediately after that, countless acupuncture points flowed blood at the same time.

actually died from menopause in front of Su Changfeng.

As a result, a lot of time is wasted in this battle.

And also did not get any useful news.

Su Changfeng's heart was like fire, and he suddenly stabbed out the long sword in his hand.

I only heard a pop, which pierced Ouyang's head.

Although the other party is dead, it is really difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart if I don't stab this sword.

"Brother Changfeng!" At

this moment, Zhao Jing's voice came from the door of the Su family's old mansion.

Overjoyed, Su Changfeng hurriedly turned back.

Zhao Jing's petite body trembled slightly, and she supported Zhang Xing, who was covered in blood, and had already walked in.

"Childe..."

After seeing Su Changfeng, Zhang Xing's expression was melancholy, as if he had something to say.

But when the words came to his lips, he held them back again.

Seeing that the two of them were safe and sound, Su Changfeng should have been happy.

But at this moment, a heart doesn't know how to sink.

Because until now, there has been no Tu Ping.

"What the hell is going on?"

and "Where's Tu Ping!".