Heroes can't bend

Xiao Feng grinned with big white teeth, but didn't explain a word.

At this time, Liu Jiuru walked to the door of a house and knocked on the door with drunken eyes. The door panels slapped, almost a heroic sacrifice.

Leng Xue immediately waited for the battle, he didn't care to argue with Xiao Feng.

A drunk man who was also half-drunk came out cursing at the door. The two argued for a long time, talking about irrelevant things. Then Liu Jiuru became unhappy when he talked about it, and knocked the guy down with a punch, and then shook his head three times. back.

Twilight is fading, and the night has formed a large net, spreading all around.

Liu Jiuru turned from street to street, alley to alley, and passed through several small alleys, most of which were dilapidated houses and rarely saw people.Liu Jiuru found a room and got in.

Xiao Feng wondered: "What is he doing?"

Cold blood said: "This is a kiln-making area. Workers burn kilns here during the day and leave at night. It seems that Liu Jiuru doesn't even have a house, and he only chooses this kind of free place to live."

As early as when the other party was looking around for a house, he had doubts in his heart, and now it seems that he guessed right.

That being the case, it would be better to talk to Liu Jiuru directly.

Leng Xue no longer concealed himself, and went straight to the house where Liu Jiuru lived.

At this moment, the night is approaching, the brick houses of the kilns are scattered, and there are stray dogs barking far and near, one after another, long and piercing.

He was about to knock on the door, when suddenly, he noticed that the sound of dogs nearby stopped abruptly.

He froze for a moment, and subconsciously raised his vigilance.

At the moment when he was startled, seventeen or eighteen hidden weapons shot at him from different houses!

The hidden weapon is accurate, fast, and without a trace of sound!

These hidden weapons glowed a strange green color under the bright moon, obviously they were poisoned!

At this moment, with a bang, Xiao Feng actually grabbed a door panel and stood in front of Leng Xue.

Leng Xue's original knocking hand also turned into grabbing the door, but it was not as fast as Xiao Feng's.

He is confident that his martial arts reaction is definitely not bad, presumably it is because Xiao Feng sensed the danger in advance.

Fortunately, there were many helpers by his side, Leng Xue breathed a sigh of relief, only heard the sound of "Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu" incessantly, and all the hidden weapons were nailed into the wooden door in Xiao Feng's hand!

Only Liu Jiuru in the room exclaimed in surprise: "Who? Who is it?"

But at that time, three or four people jumped out of each of these rooms, holding a long knife, dressed in black, with their heads covered, and the long knife shone frighteningly under the moonlight, cutting cold blood straight!

Leng Xue has neither the heart nor the time to answer, so he draws his sword to meet the enemy.

His gesture of drawing the sword is very strange, he draws the sword backhand, the sword is at the waist, there is no scabbard.

A sword without a scabbard is the fastest.

Swords are for killing, not for viewing.

This is also the principle of cold blood.

The sword body is thin and thin, long and sharp, easy to attack but difficult to defend.

But cold-blooded is only offensive but not defensive.

Because he believes that the best defense is counterattack.

This is also the principle of cold blood.

Cold-blooded recoiled, the masked man screamed, howled, rolled over, and besieged!

Under the moonlight, the blood was flying.

The moment he rushed out, Xiao Feng channeled his internal energy into his palm, he had already achieved success in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his internal energy was incomparably thick, he forced his palm into the wooden door, only to hear "噗噗噗噗", The hidden weapons were forced out from inside the wooden door and shot towards the group of men in black!

Everyone in black was taken aback, dodged and swung their knives!

Three men in black howled and fell down. These hidden weapons really sealed their throats with blood!

The rest of the men in black are coming unabated, the target is very obvious, there is only one, cold-blooded!

Yes, it was cold-blooded, not Liu Jiuru, nor Xiao Feng.

A group of people fell down, and the second group came up again, with long knives flashing sharply, attacking vital points.

Leng Xue has never been afraid of getting hurt, even if he is alone, he has to fight to the end, not to mention that he has a helper by his side now.

This person is good at palms, and his palms are magnificent and unstoppable.

Most of the people who rushed in front of him were shaken to pieces, vomited blood, and died of exhaustion.

Cold-blooded took the time to recall in his mind, searching all kinds of masters in today's martial arts, but he has never seen similar palms and styles.

This person named Xiao Feng seemed to appear out of thin air.

But fortunately, this person is not his enemy yet.

The second group of people also fell, and the third group picked up again.

It wasn't long after the third group of people fought, and amidst the sound of fighting, someone shouted loudly: "This guy is powerful, we can't beat him!"

"Escape! Escape!"

"No, the leader said that he must be killed!"

"We are not his opponents!"

"It's not his opponent who wants to kill!"

"No, run away!"

Amidst the screams, three more people fell down, and someone shouted: "The other guy is injured! Kill him first!"

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight men in black greeted Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng was indeed injured to his vitals, he was determined to die at that time, but today Huluopingyang was bullied by dogs, because of this injury, he couldn't use martial arts all over his body, and his physical strength was also exhausted.

Seeing this, Leng Xue hurriedly turned around to save him.

A long knife fell on his shoulder, and he didn't even groan, and even the expression on his face didn't change.

"This fellow took my knife! Take the opportunity to kill him!"

"No, he is braver than before!"

"Let's run away! He seems to be injured!"

"He's still bleeding!"

The third group all fell down.The fourth group of people rushed up, only fought for a while, and most of them escaped. The rest, who had no intention of fighting, fought and fled, half of them died, and the rest escaped.

There is no fifth group.

With the bright moon shining on his head, he stood coldly under the bright moon, holding a thin and long sword in his hand. There was a knife wound on his shoulder, dripping with blood.

Xiao Feng clutched his chest and walked over slowly, the two were relatively speechless.

There was blood under the moon, and 43 people fell in disorder in the blood.

"Then Liu Jiuru..." There was a hint of forbearance in Xiao Feng's voice, probably because the wound was open and his chest was stained with blood.

Leng Xue immediately turned around, found the house just now, opened the door and entered.

I saw that the tables and chairs in the room were in a mess, obviously after a fierce fight.

And Liu Jiuru was pressed down by several tables and chairs.

Leng Xue hurriedly pushed aside the tables and chairs, and helped Liu Jiuru up, only to see that Liu Jiuru was still holding an iron ruler in his hand, obviously he had fought fiercely before, and there was a bloody hole on his chest, as if he was quickly hit by something and retracted. It happened to pierce Liu Jiuru's internal organs!

"He still has one breath left." Xiao Feng said.

Leng Xue hurriedly forced into Liu Jiuru's body with a burst of true energy. Liu Jiuru rolled his eyes and shed a lot of blood. Leng Xue knew that he was not long to live, so he asked, "Did you kill Jin Shenghuang?"

Liu Jiuru opened her powerless eyes slightly, and her throat rattled, but she couldn't speak, just kept shaking her head, kept shaking her head.

Leng Xue frowned slightly, and asked again: "Do you know who killed you?"

Liu Jiuru nodded vigorously, struggling to speak, but blood kept gushing from his throat.

He sighed coldly, knowing that there was nothing to ask, but he was still a little unwilling.

Suddenly Liu Jiuru hissed reluctantly: "Those who killed me, two, two, two—" After trying to continue, a large amount of blood gushed out, and he died immediately.

Xiao Feng asked: "Gong what? Whose surname is it? Or is it Gongsun's father?"

Cold-bloodedly shook his head dully, his heart was very confused and melancholy at the moment.

He didn't know what the word Lou left behind by Jin Shenghuang before his death meant, and he didn't know who the word Liu Jiuru was referring to now.

Xiao Feng said again: "I see that this group of people in black tonight used saber techniques and martial arts, they all look like brothers from the same school, obviously they were taught by the same master. Brother Leng can tell which school in the world has this moves?"

Leng Xue said slowly: "The person who killed Liu Jiuru used roughly the same method as the one who killed Jin Shenghuang. Obviously, it was the 'Flying Blood Sword' again. This should be the descendant of the Bashu people. The man in black with the long knife is different..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly tore open Liu Jiuru's skirt, as if looking for something, after searching for a while, he went out again, and removed the veils of several masked men. They tore off their clothes, as if they were looking at something.

Xiao Feng followed behind him and asked: "Are you looking for a mark that represents your identity? But will there be any on them?"

Cold-blooded: "Yes."

Xiao Feng said: "I didn't see it, I just saw that it was you who those people wanted to kill. As for Liu Jiuru, maybe it was by the way."

Leng Xue nodded and said: "That's right, it's just silence. But I have some clues, but there are still some things I haven't figured out."

Xiao Feng laughed and said: "I don't have the slightest clue, Brother Leng is worthy of being one of the four famous arresters, he pursues thousands of miles and solves cases like a god."

He raised his eyebrows coldly, revealing a faint smile.

He is not sociable, cold and tough, but it does not prevent people around him from being flattering.But the person in front of him said the same words so sincerely, as if from the heart, cold-blooded suddenly felt very useful.

Xiao Feng endured the injury for a long time, now when he relaxes, it is like a tide coming menacingly, he can't help showing a trace of pain, and said: "Brother Leng, if we are still standing here blowing the cold wind, I'm afraid I will have to carry it back to Brother Leng." gone."

Cold-blooded: "..."

Then she turned around silently and lowered her waist slightly.

Xiao Feng was puzzled: "Brother Leng, what are you doing?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Leng Xue's eyes, and he strode forward again.

After a while, Xiao Feng laughed loudly: "Brother Leng just wanted to carry me on his back, didn't he?"

Cold-blooded with a stinky face, he didn't say a word.

Xiao Feng continued: "I don't dare to tire brother Leng, you still have blood on your shoulder."

Cold-blooded: "It's okay."

He never went down with an injury.

It's just that Xiao Feng understood that this knife wound was for turning around to save him, in the final analysis he was dragging him down.

Under the moonlight, two tall men walked side by side, like old friends who have known each other for many years, adding tenderness to the poignant night.

The author has something to say: This chapter has borrowed some descriptions from the original work, rereading the original work, the words and sentences are very wonderful and benefit a lot.

In addition, this article is purely a personal hobby, not for profit, and to share with you.

ps: This chapter needs to be repaired, and there may not be an update tomorrow.