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Chapter 364 of One Hundred and Five Tiger Head Weapons (12)

Among Yizhuang.

Wang Anfeng was dressed in white and stood in the middle of the courtyard with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't intend to go in and ask Hong Feibai right now.

Although he does have a lot of things to ask him now.

But Wang Anfeng understands better that no one should disturb Hong Feibai now, no matter what the reason is, it is too cruel.

Wang Anfeng exhaled foul air.

Jianghu itself is cruel enough.

The night was silent, his eyes were slightly closed, and he stood in the middle of the courtyard. His own perception naturally spread outwards, and his mind was peaceful, but at this moment, he noticed a different aura, only about ten feet away .

The aura was gloomy and cold, with a viscous killing intent that made him uncomfortable.

Wang Anfeng opened his eyes and turned his head to look in that direction.

The owner of that aura seemed to have seen Wang Anfeng's movements, and he stood in a stalemate for a moment, then turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the distance at an astonishing speed.

Wang Anfeng's pupils opened slightly, and a stream of light flashed in the depths of the pupils, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. His vision instantly zoomed in, and he saw the night as deep as ink.

I saw the figure of the person who performed lightness kung fu and flew outwards.

Wearing black clothes, with a sword hanging from his waist.

These are very common. In any city in Daqin, you can easily find hundreds of warriors dressed like this, but on the man's back is a long sword made of green bamboo.

With Wang Anfeng's eyesight, he could even vaguely see that the other party's face was covered with a black mask, which seemed hideous.

As long as they are warriors who are active in the Second County of Wangxian Fufeng, they will not be unfamiliar with this kind of attire.

Difficult to appease.

murderer!

Counterfeit! !

Wang Anfeng opened his eyes slightly, and a lot of words popped up in his mind instantly, and then the heart-piercing voice of the third master rang out in his ears.

No matter how excited the voice sounds.

"Little lunatic, fuck him!"

Hong Luoyu's voice disappeared in an instant, replaced by the whine of a rag stuffed in his mouth, and then the sound of flying through the air caused by rapid flight.

Then even the sound disappeared,

Wang Anfeng laughed, and his mood calmed down. Knowing that the murderer really appeared in Yizhuang as Yan Ling said, he didn't care about talking to Hong Feibai, and he took a step forward.

In his opinion, the other party's qinggong has no merit, according to what the third master said, it is as slow as a turtle crawling, and he wanted to catch up directly in the second step.

But at this time, I thought of another thing, slowing down.

Allowing the other party to use lightness kung fu, and slowly rushing towards the distance, he just followed behind him by relying on pupil skills and lightness kung fu, until the person was already far away from him, took a deep breath, and his body was like a whale turning into a flying peng, soaring up , In the blink of an eye, it has already ascended from the sky.

After the two chased and fled, they left the gloomy Yizhuang behind in an instant, and never ran towards the direction of Fengyue County. They ran about a distance of ten miles before the black-clothed and masked warrior Slowed down.

He didn't feel the breath of the boy in white.

I guess I didn't catch up.

Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a sense of complacency in my heart again.

Sure enough, even a person whose martial arts are higher than his own, in terms of lightness kung fu, can only be left behind.

That's why I will play the role of "difficult to calm down" by myself.

At this time, for the sake of convenience, he still wears the mask on his face, so he feels a little stuffy. There is a dense forest next to it, which is lush and lush every summer.

Even though it is mid-winter, he was able to cover his whereabouts, so he untied the sword at his waist, held it in his hand, walked into the dry forest, and waited for his companions to come over.

And above this place, Wang Anfeng lightly tapped the air with his right foot.

Two different strong winds swirled around him, allowing him to maintain his own stability even in the void without making any noise. Under the moonlight, his original black pupils were somewhat transparent at this moment.

Just like the ice jade elves beloved by the northern countries, their eyes see through the darkness of night, and they see the person below.

He looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the sword in his hand on his lap.

The sword was long and slender, with a hideous and domineering tiger head carved on the hilt, Wang Anfeng's gaze stopped on the tiger head, and then shifted away again.After all, martial arts is a way to kill people. Carving tigers and beasts on weapons is a common thing with a strong evil spirit, and it is not worth paying more attention to.

Relying on the lightness of the God Thief, he forcibly stayed in mid-air. He planned to follow the clues and wait directly for the 'difficult to appease' companion below, but he failed. The warrior below waited for about a moment, then suddenly stood up.

The martial artist dressed in a black mask looked around, only to see that the sky was dizzy, and his heart began to sink continuously.

did not come.

No signal either...

His eyes began to flicker.

Before their actions, they had agreed that they would come here to meet no matter what happened or not. Even if they didn't have time to come, they would send out a ringing arrow specially used for communication. When the arrow rose into the sky, it would burst into a cluster of fireworks. It can be seen for dozens of miles, but at this time above the sky, there is still a deep tranquility.

Obviously, there have been many twists and turns in this matter.

May have died.

At this point in my mind, I knew that I would not wait here any longer. If I continued to wait, maybe what I was waiting for would not be my companions, but a murderous disaster. Then I thought of the white-clothed man I saw in Yizhuang earlier.

The courtyard was full of black coffins, the night was like ink, and white banners and paper money danced wildly. Even if he was a murderous warrior, he couldn't help but feel numb when he saw that scene. Looking back at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, without any hesitation. , turned around and moved away from Fengyue City, and left with body skills.

At this time, luck rose again in my heart.

Fortunately, when he saw something was wrong, he immediately turned around and ran. If he stepped forward to fight hard, he might have died at this time. Stand out and live until now.

Because he was worried that there would be pursuers later, he kept changing his direction on the way of fleeing, and at the same time he skillfully left all kinds of traces behind him to mislead the pursuers.

Then carefully wiped away any possible traces with the best silk material in Jiangnan Road. Looking at the last place where it was disguised, I was secretly relieved, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Because in order not to leave any traces, he didn't muster up his energy, but just leaped forward with pure physical strength. When he was in the air, he raised his hand and threw a copper coin, borrowing strength from the copper coin, and then moved forward again. After jumping several feet away, he lightly landed on a rock just now.

He turned to look at the last camouflage.

My heart is full of confidence, according to my arrangement, even if there are elites from the Ministry of Punishment coming, I will never try to judge the direction I really left.So he relaxed in his heart and hurried towards the south.

There is a dilapidated Taoist temple there.

It was one of the back roads he left for himself.

But he only ran forward for a few miles, and he had already seen the Taoist temple, so he just felt relieved, as long as he went in and put on the Taoist robe, he would be able to avoid the stabbing pursuers, joy appeared in his eyes, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The pupils shrank darkly.

Ten feet in front of him, stood a young man in white, holding a long sword with a scabbard in his left hand. The scabbard was black and hidden in the night. It was almost hard to see it, but he could feel it. The fierce air blowing towards the face.

The man's heart was almost at a standstill, and then he couldn't believe it.

And in addition to this unbelievable thoughts, anger even arose.

For him, this matter is far more important to him than the fact that he was blocked.

Impossible to be seen through!
How can it be seen through?In such a small place?

I have used seventeen techniques, and I have erased the traces.

I also used six fits.

Unless he can fly.

No, luck, it must be luck!

The proud things in the man's heart began to shatter, so that he even ignored the crisis at this time to a certain extent, and never turned around and ran away like in the past.

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, looked at the Bi An mask on his face, looked at the green bamboo and wooden sword on the latter's back, thought about Yan Ling's judgment on the case, and took a deep breath.

The air was slightly cold, and suppressing the uncontrollable anger in his heart, he held the long sword in his hand and blocked the road.

It was blocked between the 'difficult to level' and its retreat.

The former is less than ten feet away from the Taoist temple, and it will take no more than three breaths.

The wooden sword is held obliquely.

It's just a three-foot green front, but it's like an invisible high wall, preventing the warrior from taking a step forward.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the martial artist, closed his eyes, and said:

"This way is dead."

There is no way out.

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Amidst the stabbing sound, a piece of cloth was torn off the hem of the red clothes on his body.

Strictly ordering hastily to bandage the wound on his body, the pain was suppressed during the deadly fight just now, but now it is more and more lingering, even he can hardly ignore it, his brows are slightly frowned.

But even so, his movements still did not show the slightest hesitation and deformation. He hid the body of the man from the White Tiger Hall in one place, and searched all over the place where the warrior might hide something. As expected, he removed the Mongolian sweat medicine and some Silver coins, nothing of value was found.

Only a dagger was pinned to his waist.

It is extremely sharp, far sharper than the weapons it uses, and a ferocious tiger is carved on the handle of the dagger.

The ranks in the White Tiger Hall are strict, and the ordinary warriors of the third rank are not even qualified to know what kind of force they belong to. They are just like the sword in the hands of the warriors, carrying out the orders ordered by the organization.

To kill, to seize treasure.

Or execute guards.

Or spread rumors.

And going one step further, one can practice advanced martial arts, know a little about the affairs of the organization, and perform some important tasks.

A martial artist of this level is no longer an abandoned child who can be thrown away at will. He is listed in the White Tiger Hall and has something to prove his identity, which is this ferocious and domineering tiger carving.

And in the records of Baihutang at the headquarters of the Ministry of Punishment, a very suitable name was given to these people.

It's called a ghost.

Ghosts kill people.

Yan Lingding took a look at the dagger, and the carved tiger seemed more ferocious under the moonlight, so he put it in his arms, holding the Daqin Hengdao in his right hand, got up and identified the direction, and walked towards Yizhuang. .

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