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Chapter 275 Questions and answers, confrontation beyond the sword (2\2)

The first to act was a thin killer.

Slowing down his pace, he pulled out two daggers from his back with both hands, and walked towards the room. After taking a few steps, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he almost instinctively rolled towards the back, squatting a few meters away, his heart was dead silent Dancing wildly in the dark of night.

Where he was standing just now, a tiny crack appeared silently.

The killer's pupils shrank slightly, and his face was slightly pale.

He fell on the ground and did not dare to move.

It was a woman standing on a branch, her face was pale, her palms were long and fair, and traces of joints could be seen, holding an even paler sword.

She stopped the killer's movement, and the tip of the rapier in her hand shook slightly, pointing to another corner.

The elite murderous intent targeted the dwarf who was crouching in the corner like a child.

The latter was stiff.

But she didn't dare to move.

Three cold gazes were fixed on her forehead, throat, and heart.

She is a killer, so she naturally knows that if she moves a little bit, she will receive a thunderous attack. With her martial arts, she can avoid one place, the second move will injure herself, and the third move will penetrate her body The key.

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and wets his black hair at the temples.

His expression was still cold.

In this small courtyard, one after another icy sights intertwined and locked on each other. The slightest movement of one person would trigger a subconscious reaction from everyone, and the murderous aura filled the air, making it even colder, but not even the slightest sound was made.

The night is quiet, with a gentle breeze, a bright moon, and brilliant stars.

in the courtyard.

But there is only killing intent quietly entangled.

It is different from the fighting of hard horses and hard bridges by warriors in the rivers and lakes. Exhale with strong courage, killers, real killers, whether it is action or killing, they are cold and quiet.

Shot in silence.

Also died in silence.

The person who employs so many killers at the same time is precisely the one who knows the least about killers. The only thing you can trust is the weapon in your hand.

The sound of breathing is very subtle.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

But no one retreated.

Just because at this time, the air mechanism is involved, and everyone's attention has been concentrated to the limit. Any abnormal movement will trigger everyone's subconscious actions. slow diffusion.

The sound of quiet footsteps suddenly sounded.

In the dead silence formed by the murderous intent, a young man came from outside the street, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in slowly.

In this courtyard, there are more than eight killers whose anxious gazes and murderous intentions are entangled and surging, which is enough to make ordinary people tense up, and even directly collapse into a coma, but the person who came did not show any abnormality. Walk into the courtyard on the street.

The wooden door was slowly closed with a creak.

The steps are steady.

step,
two steps,

The sound of quiet footsteps unknowingly echoed in the minds of every killer, and everyone's sights unconsciously deviated from their original target and landed on the young man, but they didn't realize it at all.

Wang Anfeng clasped the Emei thorn with his palm hanging below his cuff, flicking his fingers lightly.

The clear and subtle whistling sound swayed far away in the courtyard.

There are many ways for him to deal with these killers, whether it is the unique poison of Yaowanggu, or the sneak attack with the stealthy skill, they can keep these people behind.

But the portions are not enough.

In the rivers and lakes, the truly fierce and deadly confrontation is often beyond the sword.

These people are discarded by the opponents behind the scenes, they are temptations, and they are a question thrown to Wang Anfeng.

Once he shows weakness a little bit, there will be a series of fierce and domineering attacks like thunder and anger. At that time, with his own martial arts, he can certainly save his life, but at that time, he may not be able to take into account the soft words on the ground. And if something happened to Tan Yurou, he shouldn't want to hear about Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian.

Before Wang Anfeng walked to the main house, he turned around and raised his eyes slightly.

Flick your fingers.

The last crisp sound was lost in the quiet night.

The aura surged quietly on the young man, and a faint killing intent emerged from the perception of these killers, but it was not violent and crazy like ordinary warriors, but quiet and calm.

Like gentle but icy snow.

Wang Anfeng clasped the Emei water thorn with his right hand and lifted it up slowly, while his left hand was purposely propped up and carried behind his back, which seemed to be lifted lightly, but the ten powers of the Tathagata had already been secretly channeled in his body, the way for a strong man to move mountains.

With gentle eyes, Wang Anfeng looked at the warrior assassins who were hiding their figures in front of him. At this time, because of Cai Cai's behavior, everyone's attention was on him. The young man's heart speeded up slightly, but his face remained unchanged. road:
"Here is the great head, who will take it?"

The many killers were slightly startled, and then they all understood.

The person in front of you is the target!
After a moment of dead silence, the murderous intent that had been suppressed for a long time erupted instantly. Because of Wang Anfeng's actions just now, these killers actually achieved a strange unity. One after another murderous intent directly locked on Wang Anfeng, the rapier slightly raised, and the dagger collided.

Amidst the low-pitched and chilling roar of weapons, a quiet and peaceful voice sounded:
"Wait, let's go together."

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In the night, a slender figure danced repeatedly on the eaves.

In the blink of an eye, he had already skimmed a distance of tens of feet, carrying a scimitar, squatting on the roof of a restaurant, masked by a black cloth, with sharp eyes, overlooking the distance like a goshawk. The fierce tiger who came down roared the mountain flag and saw the rather quiet courtyard.

With fierce killing intent in his eyes, he raised his right hand and stroked the handle of the knife.

Just jumped down a few steps, and saw the cold light in the courtyard, slightly startled, used the pupil technique to look, the sight suddenly zoomed in, and saw a weapon stuck upside down in the courtyard, blown by the wind And passed, whistling softly.

Beside these familiar weapons, several figures lay down, their eyes widened, their auras completely devoid of shape, causing the warrior's exposed pupils to shrink suddenly.

When he saw those who were lying down, no matter who they were, there was only a bloodstain on their throats, only horror remained in the cold pupils, and he jumped up in an instant, fleeing in embarrassment as if fleeing for his life.

Tonight, I don't know how many people came here. After seeing the scenery in the courtyard, they all ran away desperately, and no one dared to step into the courtyard within ten feet.

The night became more and more dead silent.

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at the same time.

Wang Anfeng strode forward, his body was extremely fast, using the kung fu of the Yaowanggu Hunyuan body, he felt the breath of the strange medicine in the air. This miracle drug.

This is the time to collect bait.

Although he will take some risks, he has already 'written' his answer to the people behind the scenes in the courtyard, and the killer who comes again, as long as he is not blind, he will not step into the courtyard again.

And for people who don't even have this level of vigilance, Yaowanggu has many methods to deal with them.

The figure fell down again, and Wang Anfeng lightly supported the high bluestone wall with his palm, and the figure swept forward again, just because he had just come out of the 'Old Mister' mansion today, and he was tempted on the way. The person who shot was the man in the mansion, but the breath of the miracle medicine pointed to another direction.

Shi Yi hurried for half a cup of tea, and Wang Anfeng stopped in front of a mansion.

This house is quite tall. There are two tall stone lions squatting at the door. Through the thin moonlight, you can see the two large characters on the plaque. Although there are mistakes and omissions everywhere, it is majestic and different. ordinary people.

Five-year-old children, even if they have practiced some characters, will not be able to write this kind of characters.

An old man in his seventies, who has been obsessed with calligraphy for fifty years, can't write this kind of characters.

Wang Anfeng looked at the plaque and whispered in his heart:

"Under Xiding Prefecture, the Divine Fist is invincible."

"Zhao Mansion."

PS: The second one is more...

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