Since entering Wenzhou on September 24, Di Ying has been working continuously day and night. Not to mention a good sleep, there is no chance to have a good meal.
Even though he seemed to be leisurely battling wits with the kidnappers, Di Ying was actually very anxious inside.
He rushed to solve the case, firstly to force the kidnappers to use their skills;
The second is: the Zheng family has been kidnapped for some time.
In such weather, the kidnappers still refused to feed and clothe those people. No one was sure how long the Zheng family could endure.
Di Ying didn't dare waste time. But the body was sounding the alarm frantically.
Not only his own, but also those of the guards were ringing.
It's time for everyone to take a good rest. Di Ying thought: If he could get to Jiannan County in advance, he would have a chance to realize this "wish".
No, no chance.
The endless rain curtain was suddenly torn open by dozens of sharp swords in the afterglow of dusk.
shred.
The dense raindrops, like sharp arrows, were overwhelming and shot out quickly from the woods and grass on both sides of the mountain road.
Shooting towards Di Ying and his group on the mountain road.
As soon as the raindrops changed direction, Peng Liang immediately jumped on his horse and drew his sword!
The sword flower in his hand flew towards the forest on the left;
Nie Bo pressed his horse's head and rushed towards the master, waving the long knife in his hand to deflect the raining arrows.
The dark clouds have already known their chance.
As soon as he heard that the sound of rain was not right, he immediately lay down, turned sideways, and asked his master to roll off the saddle. Then he stood up and protected his master under his horse's belly.
The guards also formed a battle formation at the moment when the dark cloud fell. Some are protecting the adults, some are following Peng Liang on the upper left, and some are following Fang Bin on the lower right.
There is a hillside on the left and a cliff about two meters deep on the right.
Among the attacking villains, a dozen of them jumped up from the lower right, struck the rain with their swords, turned the raindrops into arrows, and shot them at the Lord.
The guards also faced the target without any courtesy, formed a formation in twos, and fought with the criminals.
Peng Liang, on the other hand, originally wanted to fight bravely and kill the gangsters who were ambushing on the hillside.
Unexpectedly, he met a powerful enemy.
An old man with white hair, white eyebrows and a long white beard, who also wielded a sword and wielded a silver sword as bright as snow, intercepted him.
Peng Liang's eyes narrowed.
"Sixteen ways of swordsmanship filled with snowy shadows in the sky. Are you Xue Baifeng, the owner of Snow Flower Villa?"
"Haha, young man has some knowledge."
Xue Baifeng said, "Shua" with two swords, splitting the silky drizzle into countless water droplets invisible to the naked eye, and densely covering the young man.
One hand was still holding his long snow-white beard, and he continued in a very leisurely manner: "I have never killed the soul of an unknown person under my sword. You are a guard with a sword in front of the emperor, and you are not considered an unknown person.
However, you gave up the world, entered the court, and willingly became the court's eagle dog.
Today, since you fall into my hands, I can fulfill your reputation as a 'loyal dog and protector' and put an end to your confused life of going astray.
If you have an afterlife, just don't practice martial arts. If you still practice martial arts, I hope you will follow the right path and avoid the troubles of worldly fame and fortune. "
These words made Peng Liang laugh angrily.
He used the "Su Qin Back Sword" move to break open the rain cover, then pulled his legs down, did a big split, slid back, turned his waist, and then stabbed Xue Baifeng in the face with the "Looking Back at the Moon" move.
He scolded: "You kill innocent people for gold and swordsmanship, and use force to break the law. Is this the right way of the world? Does it mean that you are not troubled by fame and fortune? I will grant you my blessing and wish you an early arrival in the next life!"
"Tsk, you are so ignorant!"
Xue Baifeng rose up from the ground and rushed down. The tip of his silver sword touched Peng Liang's sword body, and he raised his kick and kicked Peng Liang's chin.
He kept saying: "Are you worthy? Go and train for another hundred and eighty years. Remember to go to the underworld and tell me your name, and you might be able to get reincarnated as soon as possible."
Xue Baifeng didn't say this for nothing. He has been immersed in the snowflake swordsmanship for decades, and with his technique of "pulling onions on dry land" and adding "dragonfly to water", the force used is enough to break the opponent's sword-holding arm.
Coupled with his last "moon hook under the sea" kick, the opponent will definitely die.
What's more, he also spread his long beard, letting it pierce the opponent's throat, chest and abdomen like sharp needles.
This is no ordinary long beard, this is an indestructible sharp blade that can penetrate his inner strength and can break gold and cut jade.
This is also Xue Baifeng's own famous skill "Snow Beards Like Needles".
The other party wants to avoid it unless...
Before Xue Baifeng could finish feeling proud, he suddenly heard a voice: "You deserve it?!"
Then, he suddenly felt his chin light up, followed by a strong wind.
Before Xue Baifeng could react, he suddenly felt a heavy kick on his face, and then his whole body flew sideways uncontrollably.
"Bang!" There was a sound.
One head was smashed into the tree.
Everything in front of my eyes was flashing gold stars.
Xue Baifeng's first reaction was not to touch his head, but to touch his chin.
Fortunately, the beard is still there.
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empty……
Empty, empty, empty...
Xue Baifeng spurted out a mouthful of old blood and was furious: "How dare you, Zhu Zi! I will fight with you!"
But when he was about to rush towards the young man with his sword, he couldn't help but take a step back.
He stared at the sword and suddenly felt a cold breath rising from the soles of his feet.
The sword was dark and shiny, yet overflowing with ink. Like a silent stone, but also like a bloodthirsty beast waiting for an opportunity in the abyss.
It's like the towering mountains of Yuanding, and it's also like a dark whirlpool, driving the faint dark patterns on it and seem to be flowing. It attracts people's attention and touches their nerves.
"You, you... what kind of magic weapon do you hold?" Xue Baifeng asked tremblingly.
He could tell that it was a magic weapon, a unique and rare magic weapon that he had never seen before.
Only this kind of magical weapon can cut off his long beard that has been soaked in decades of skill.
At the same time, Xue Baifeng also believed that as long as he dared to charge forward again, the snowflake sword in his hand, which had long been famous in the world, would definitely not be the enemy of the opponent's magic weapon.
As you get older, you become stronger, and sometimes, what you lose is your reputation.
Xue Baifeng's snow beard is gone, and he cannot lose the snow sword again.
At this time, Xue Baifeng felt full of intention to retreat.
Then he looked at the dozens of disciples he had brought with him...
Oh, no one is standing anymore.
When Xue Baifeng saw this, he didn't even dare to wait for the other party's answer. He immediately pointed his sword at the ground and used the most shameless and despicable trick in the world...
He picked up a cloud of sand and flew towards the opponent.
Then he raised his energy three times and flew back...
He can't beat him if he fights, but he can still win by running.
Xue Baifeng has this certainty and confidence.
Confident enough.
Especially, when he saw that the guard did not come to chase him, his confidence became even stronger.
He stepped on the tree behind him, and with the help of the rebound, he stepped on the tree trunk in front of him, straight up three feet, and climbed straight to the top of the tree.
