Step into the clouds

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Jiang Fengyang and Feiying ran to a fork in the road, Jiang Fengyang said: "Go separately." Feiying ran to the left road, and Jiang Fengyang walked to the right path.

Seeing that the two separated, the pursuers didn't go after Feiying, but went after Jiang Fengyang wholeheartedly. Now Jiang Fengyang understood that these people came after him.

Jiang Fengyang ran out of the city and came to a forest. At this time, a yellow-faced man chased him with a judge's pen. The judge's pen pointed at Jiang Fengyang's acupoints. Jiang Fengyang hurriedly dodged to the left. Come on, Jiang Fengyang punched the stick with both fists, and shouted: "Open!" The copper stick was swung out, the man couldn't hold it, the stick flew out of his hands.

With the obstruction of these two people, Jiang Fengyang was overtaken after such a short delay. He turned his head and saw that there were enemies all around him. Without hesitation, he tried his best to fight with the assassin.

This fight was a life-and-death struggle, Jiang Fengyang used all kinds of tricks, and he was sure to hit, but a good tiger couldn't hold back a pack of wolves, these assassins were all desperadoes, when one person died, the next would join him, Jiang Fengyang gradually became exhausted, The moves were no longer fierce, his breathing became short of breath, and sweat came out of his forehead.As for the assassin, there were only three of them left.

The three of them looked at each other, seeing that Jiang Fengyang was at the end of his strength, they took out the dart from the dart bag together and shot it out.Jiang Fengyang tried his best, dodged left and right, but was shot in the back of the heart by a dart, and was injured, bowing his waist and panting.

An assassin hit Jiang Fengyang's head with his right palm, if he hit it, it would have been worth it, but Jiang Fengyang didn't dodge, his right hand shot out like electricity, and ran towards the man's throat, it was a tactic to kill both of them.The assassin hesitated for a moment, Jiang Fengyang's hand was already pinching the assassin's throat, and with his last breath, the assassin hit Jiang Fengyang's left shoulder.The two broke apart immediately, the assassin died, and Jiang Fengyang's shoulder bones were shattered.

The other two rushed up at the right time, the one on the left wielded a saber, the one on the right wielded a sword, two sharp weapons attacked at the same time, Jiang Fengyang grabbed the sword with his right hand, with a flick of his wrist, the sword fell into his hand, and he held the sword to block it upwards.When the swords intersected, the assassin who wielded the sword couldn't hold back, and retreated steadily. Jiang Fengyang struck down vigorously. Seeing that the assassin who wielded the sword was about to let go, the assassin who lost his sword attacked from behind with a palm.

Jiang Fengyang soared into the air, tried his best to use the move "Long River Piercing the Sun", and slashed horizontally with his sword. The two assassins were killed on the spot, and the blood flowed wildly.Jiang Fengyang fell to the ground, the tip of the sword was still dripping blood, he leaned against the tree trunk and gasped for breath, this sword overdrawn his true energy, while killing two people, he also suffered serious internal injuries.

There is no one here, the surrounding fields are secluded, and the trees cover the sky. Jiang Fengyang sat under a big tree, moved his uninjured right arm with difficulty, took out a signal flare from his arms, and lit it with a torch, "Squeak "With a sound, red fireworks exploded in the air, which was Fengyuntang's distress signal.

Jiang Fengyang was hit in the back, his left shoulder was shattered, he suffered internal injuries, and his life was dying. Fortunately, the assassin had been completely wiped out by him, and the main rudder of Fengyuntang was not far away. As long as he lasted for half an hour, someone would come to rescue him.

At this moment, the flute sounded.

Melodious, ethereal, from far to near, the sound is like fine hair, floating in strands and entanglements.

Jiang Fengyang's heart skipped a beat, but he felt as if his chest had been hit by a boulder, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and secretly said: "Not good!", the sound of the flute implying internal force, and he didn't notice it for a while, he was already injured by it.

Jiang Fengyang suddenly understood: the person who didn't show his face was the real killing move.Seeing that he was seriously injured, this person first used the sound of the flute containing internal energy to disturb his mind.Can't help but admire, this person has such a thorough plan, he must not be an ordinary assassin, and it is not wrong to die at the hands of such a person.Immediately wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and exclaimed: "Since Your Excellency is here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

The flute sounded again.This time it was different from the previous ones, it was rapid and sharp, and it made the sound of fighting, like ten thousand horses galloping, with a magnificent momentum.

The sound of the flute was suddenly in the front, and sometimes it was behind. It was obvious that the flute player kept changing his position with light work, so that Jiang Fengyang's whole body was shrouded in the sound of the flute, as if the people sitting around him were all playing the flute .There are not many people with such wonderful lightness kung fu, Jiang Fengyang smiled: "I know who you are, I said it earlier, alas, if your background is better, you must be more famous than you are now. In your hands, Jiang has nothing to say." Jiang Fengyang looked up, looked behind a big tree, and said with a sigh, "Come out, Xiao Ping."

The flute stopped suddenly.

Xiao Ping walked out from the depths of the woods.

Still dressed as a servant of the Yun family, with a black iron epee on his back, tall and burly, with a hairpin with hidden weapons inserted horizontally on his head, a square face, thick eyebrows, and a scar from the corner of his left eye to the earlobe. A scar made him look even more terrifying.There was no murderous look in Xiao Ping's eyes, no anger, no agitation, just like a pair of dead people's eyes, there was nothing in these eyes, lifeless, when looking at Jiang Fengyang, it was like looking at a dead person.

However, Jiang Fengyang knew that the eyes of the assassin who had killed countless people were extremely peaceful.

Jiang Fengyang was secretly lucky, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his dantian, and cold sweat dripped down, why did this happen, could it be... Poisoned?However, he didn't have the slightest impression of when and how he was poisoned, and he couldn't help being terrified that Xiao Ping had such a method. In the past, he always heard Feiying say how powerful Xiao Ping was, but he didn't really understand until today. "Have you been poisoned?"

Xiao Ping put the flute in his waist.

"When did you poison it?"

Xiao Ping took a step forward, with no expression on his face, and no intention of replying.

"I know! The poison in the tea! I drank that cup of tea, and your people started to attack... It turns out that from the moment we entered the tea shop to drink tea, we had already fallen into your trap. We are worthy of being the number one in the world!" An assassin..." Jiang Fengyang was secretly lucky as he spoke, hoping to force the poison out of his body, he was not lucky, this luck, the pain in his dantian was like dozens of knives stirring, his whole body convulsed, and he fell on the ground all at once. on the ground.Jiang Fengyang still didn't give up, he struggled and shouted: "Yuncheng asked you to kill me? There is a wrong and a debtor. I don't want to die and still be a fool. Tell me, is it Yuncheng?"

After saying these words, Jiang Fengyang tried his best to stand up little by little, leaning his back against the big tree, his uninjured right shoulder pressed against the tree trunk, the severe pain made him clench his teeth, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, blood congested He fixed his eyes on Xiao Ping fiercely, waiting for an answer.

Xiao Ping continued to walk forward unhurriedly. He didn't walk fast. He didn't need to walk so fast when he was sure of victory. A qualified assassin who had been trained since childhood would not waste his energy on any unnecessary things, and he didn't walk too fast. Slow, late will change, he doesn't want to waste time.He heard Jiang Fengyang's question, as if he didn't hear it, he didn't intend to go back to what Jiang Fengyang said.

Throughout the ages, how many assassins have died in "answering questions and solving puzzles".Xiao Ping didn't understand why people always talk so much nonsense when they are about to die, and he didn't understand why assassins always answer those nonsense. He is here to kill people, not to chat.Since Xiao Ping has decided who to kill, he won't give him a chance to stall for time.So he didn't answer him anything, quickly pulled out the sword behind his back, and stabbed at Jiang Fengyang's heart.

Xiao Ping's sword is very good.

At the age of seven, he was arrested and sent to the dark guard camp to learn martial arts. The first weapon he came into contact with was the sword. When he was ten years old, he chose the sword as his weapon. His attainments are no less than that of the head of Wudang.This sword is perfect in terms of strength, angle, and skill. This sword has reached a state of perfection, as if flying from the sky, without a trace, and like flowing clouds and flowing water, rushing for thousands of miles. Man, the brilliance shines brightly, and the brilliance of that moment is even more dazzling than the sun.Jiang Fengyang felt a blur in front of his eyes, and said to himself, "My life is over", and closed his eyes.

Xiao Ping stabbed out with the sword, and immediately felt something was wrong.

A huge murderous aura swept from behind.

This murderous aura was as real as it was aimed at Xiao Ping, causing Xiao Ping's clothes to rip apart in an instant.

Someone attacked him from behind, and this person was still far away from him, but judging from the powerful murderous aura he sent out, this person is a top-notch master, his martial arts are no less than Xiao Ping, if Xiao Ping continues to assassinate Jiang Fengyang, this person will definitely be killed Xiao Ping.

Xiao Ping's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, in order to protect himself, he quickly withdrew his moves, turned around, swung his sword along with him, and stabbed at the person who came.

The man was dressed in white, and he was running fast, with the hem of his clothes flying backwards, making him look like a fairy flying through the clouds, with a graceful and elegant posture, and he shouted from a distance: "Stop!" After shouting these two words, he was already When he came to Xiao Ping, his sword also came to Xiao Ping.

Maybe he wanted to withdraw his moves, just like Xiao Ping also wanted to withdraw his moves.

But his moves are outdated, he can't withdraw his moves, he fights with masters, victory or defeat is only momentary, he can't hold back his hand, he can't go back on his word, once a sword is struck, even if it dies, it can't be taken back.

His handsome face was full of anxiety, and his watery eyes, which were as beautiful as two obsidian stones, also stared wide. His sword was very long, half a foot longer than Xiao Ping's sword, like a bolt of lightning, like a The poisonous snake, like a shooting star, stabbed before everyone could react.

Xiao Ping's sword also stabbed at him, Xiao Ping was even the one who made the move first, but Xiao Ping was still not as fast as him.

Xiao Ping's sword is already very good, and people will use many beautiful words to praise and chant, but this person's sword has no words to describe it.

Everyone who saw this sword would be so shocked by this scene that their minds went blank, and they couldn't think of anything in the first moment.

At this moment, Xiao Ping only thought of Yuncheng's evaluation of this person, Yuncheng said, "If he can live past 40 years without being killed, he will definitely become number one in the world".

It turned out that this is genius.

Xiao Ping actually didn't hold back at first, just like Yun Ze didn't hold back either.

In the blink of an eye, like the intersection of lightning, the swords of the two people pierced each other's face.

After Yunze saw clearly that the person who assassinated Jiang Fengyang was Xiao Ping, anger appeared in his eyes, perhaps because the dog he raised in anger would bite its owner, and Xiao Ping would kneel down to plead guilty if he stared at him, but today he dared to fight him.

Xiao Ping's eyes were filled with sadness.

The Thirteenth Lord, the Thirteenth Lord that he tried his best to protect, he would rather die than hurt him, how could he fight him?

Xiao Ping's sword, at the last moment, slowed down and deflected slightly.

"Pfft", Yun Ze's sword pierced into Xiao Ping's chest.