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But after hearing the noise of people on the road ahead, within a moment, more than a dozen people came together.
Some of them were in ragged clothes, looked contemptuous, and were full of obscenities. They were yelling at heaven and earth; some were dignified, wearing thick brocade clothes and jade pendants; and a group of people were all wearing blue shirts and white linings, and every face looked very serious. .
They saw Jiajia alone standing in the middle with his sword drawn, and shouted one after another.
"How dare you draw your sword and stand in front of your grandfather?"
"Little brother, remember not to ask for trouble."
"Get out of the way and don't get into trouble!"
How could they know that instead of showing any fear, Thorny Thorns saw the right opportunity and suddenly rushed into the enemy formation - a sword shadow flashed past, and most of a boy's nose was cut off.
It was only then that a man who looked like a young man noticed a man and woman standing by the roadside. Their temperament and appearance were both extraordinary.
"Ah, it's them! Bai Feng and Murong Yan."
When Bai Feng saw that she and Murong Yan had been recognized, she didn't panic at all. She still stood there watching the battle, and from time to time she would send subtle advice to Jing Jing's ears: "A Jing, don't be too eager to fight! The surprise attack like that just now , they won’t let you succeed a second time... As for how to fight with people on the street, you should know better than me, my senior brother, right?"
After hearing this, Jingji pointed his Longming Sword at the dozen boys and sneered: "You shameless villains, so many people bullied me together? Haha..." Before he finished speaking, several people swung their swords one after another. When they came to the thorn bush, they saw him blocking the attack in front of him, and then got next to another person, leaning on him to block the attack from behind.
His movement skills are exquisite, but every choice he makes almost leads to death. If the enemy hadn't been concerned about the safety of his companions, Thorns would have been killed by a random sword. This kind of fighting technique of fighting for death was something he learned when he was fighting with other people in Tavern Street since he was a child.
Sometimes in order to fight for job opportunities and opportunities to make money, Jingjia and his peers must use their fists to decide who goes first and who goes last.
The boys saw that a companion was restrained by thorns, and for a moment no one could make a decision.
"You kid, you! Ah, it hurts..." The boy whose nose was cut off by thorns was in great pain. Due to the poor conditions, he could only tear off the sleeves of his blue shirt first, then casually bandage the wound with rag strips, and then He yelled and cursed again: "We have no enmity or enmity with you, why do we use our swords to hurt people!"
The young man dressed as a young master bowed his hands and said politely, "Yes, this little brother, who are you?"
"I am Jing Jie from Yuyi Academy!" Jing Jie did not appreciate it at all, but sneered more firmly: "Humph, you rotten fish, none of you are worthy of me remembering your name and appearance." After that, he He turned around and sheathed his sword, about to leave.
But after a moment, someone stepped forward and blocked his way, scolding him: "Boy, are you looking for death?"
"Kill me if you dare, and let's see who suffers?" Jingji snickered, struggled to get rid of the other party's obstruction, turned into a small alley on the side of the road, and walked slowly.
After hearing this, the boy who stopped the man hesitated for a moment, then went to ask the man whose nose had been cut off for instructions: "Brother, how about we catch up to him, deal with it, and then leave him somewhere no one knows?"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The young master who had just recognized Bai Feng and Murong Yan went over to dissuade him and said: "Brothers, we don't want many accidents during our trip. Anyway, as long as we can capture Bai Feng alive or bring Murong Yan back, everyone will have done a great job." !”
"Nonsense!" The noseless boss was extremely angry, slapped the young man, and said: "Others have slapped their noses on their faces, how can you still bear it? Are you a bastard? You, you, you, give it all to me Go, kill him for me, and then bury him on the ground nearby!"
After finishing speaking, the blue shirts on the left and right drew their swords one after another and followed the thorns into the alley. Of the dozen or so people, only the Noseless Boss and a few young men and homeless men were left. Under the leadership of the Noseless Boss, they slowly approached Bai Feng and Murong Yan.
"Hahaha, you are finally here?" The young swordsman grabbed his sword and held it in front of him in a familiar manner to protect Murong Yan.
When the noseless boss saw that Murong Yan was really as beautiful as the rumors said, he immediately laughed obscenely and pulled the vagabond beside him and said: "Those money rats really can't lie, you Look, how much is this worth to you?"
"Priceless, this is an extraordinary thing." The rogue replied without any emotion in his heart, just as if he was evaluating a prey.
The young man who had been slapped just now and still had a slap mark on his face stepped forward, raised his hands and said in respect: "Both of you, you are both decent people, please don't resist, that way we can save a lot of energy."
"I think you are also a decent person. Why should you be so angry? You still do the dirtiest and most tiring work." Bai Feng retorted with the same attitude.
"I have something that must be done, so can you two please come with me?"
Bai Feng felt disdainful, and immediately unsheathed his sword and replied: "I also have one thing that must be completed, so can you guys give way?"
Seeing that there was no room for compromise, the rogue immediately drew out the two swords on his waist and was about to be the first to rush over.
The young swordsman knew that the enemy was coming fiercely, so he pretended to take a few steps forward to meet the enemy. When he was approaching the enemy, he suddenly changed his steps, took a small step backward, unloaded his sword horizontally, and slashed upwards.
The blow hit the rogue exactly on the chin, making him dizzy. Just as he belatedly touched his chin, he suddenly discovered that except for some bruises, there were no other wounds.
"Boy, are you kidding me? You actually came out with an unopened sword?"
When the others heard this, their eyes suddenly glowed with gold. They had heard that Bai Feng was a powerful swordsman, but now that the tiger has no teeth, it cannot bite anyone no matter how powerful it is.
"You guys, all come to me, and leave that girl to me!" As soon as the noseless boss finished speaking, he walked around Bai Feng, who was fighting with someone, and turned into the alley. Who would have thought that the girl would fall over as soon as she was touched? When she looked closely, she turned out to be a dummy made of a cloak and a hat held up by bamboo poles!
"His grandma, we have all been fooled by this kid!" The noseless boss said angrily, and immediately chased him down the other side of the alley: "He Ba Hongyi, hurry up and help!"
The red slap mark on He Ba Hongyi's face had not yet disappeared, but he could only obey the orders and outflank the noseless boss separately. Soon, he successfully blocked Murong Yan in the middle of a dead end.
Seeing the high walls around her, Murong Yan knew she had no way to go, and looked angrily at He Ba Hongyi in front of her.
"Murong Yan, you still have a way to survive, please come with me!"
After He Ba Hongyi said that, the noseless old man suddenly threw Murong Yan to the ground from behind, then picked up the dagger and tried to tear open the skirt of the Xianbei witch.
"I heard that the blood of witches is very effective! Especially the blood of the heart!"
He Ba Hongyi shouted angrily in confusion: "What are you going to do!"
Who would have thought that the noseless thief's simple rhetorical question would instantly wipe out He Ba Hongyi's simplest sense of justice: "Are you ordering me, young master?"
"Tsk!" He Ba Hongyi had no choice but to grit his teeth and tilt his head to look sideways.
Murong Yan had a cold dagger pressed against her throat. She didn't dare to move or make a sound. She could only close her eyes tightly, silently shed tears, and resign herself to her fate.
God seemed to have heard her prayer, but not long after, a righteous and awe-inspiring voice came from the high wall: "Senior sister!" The three people under the wall naturally raised their heads.
But Yue Qingling jumped into the air and stepped on the noseless boss's injury. The force of this kick amounted to a hundred kilograms, which completely made the nose of the noseless boss unable to breathe. After a while, the guy foamed at the mouth and died completely.
