Beautiful lady, why not follow the thief

Yan Heng's original plan was to contact Pinghuyue first, meet him outside Luocheng, and let Pinghuyue's people secretly pick up Pei Yuan and bring him into the palace.And he took a detour to attract Feige's attention and ensure Pei Yuan's safety over there.

Yan Heng also has a lot of experience in escaping. Whether facing Cangya Mountain or Zhang Juan, he can always use some tricks, but this time the enemy is Feige, a person who knows him very well.

Their car passed Luocheng and headed in the direction of Xudu.About three hundred miles away from Xudu, the car drove into a mountain forest. The driver of the car was running around day and night. With the scythe, the driver was decapitated before he could make a sound.

At that moment Yan Heng knew it was too late, they had already fallen into Feige's trap.

After all, Feige knew him too well to calculate everything so accurately.

The horse whined and neighed, and the coachman fell down. Yan Heng immediately grabbed Pei Yuan and jumped out of the cart. Sure enough, the horse tripped over an invisible roadblock ahead and broke its leg, bleeding profusely, and the carriage also flipped over. up.

The danger was imminent, and countless ambush killers emerged from the tree trunks and snow in all directions. The long-term ambush in the ice and snow made their bodies a little stiff, and their movements were a little slow at first.

Yan Heng borrowed Pei Yuan's saber to fight, while protecting Pei Yuan.Although Pei Yuan knows how to make a fortune, but after all, she is full of fists and embroidered legs, so she can't help her with anything at this time.

Yan Heng swung his sword to block the enemy's cold hook. His hearing told him that there was another killer coming from behind, and his weapon was already approaching. However, Yan Heng's body had no time to react. When he turned halfway, the opponent's The point of the hook has come to his back an inch.

"Dang——" Xie Wuqiu descended from the sky and blocked that moment.

"Wuqiu..." Yan Heng looked at the back in front of his eyes, and couldn't help calling out his name.Xie Wuqiu turned his head slightly, glanced at his eyes from the corner of his eyes, but said nothing.

The killers also realized that a master was coming, and they didn't dare to move rashly. After a while, the encirclement parted a crack, and Feige walked out from it.

Pei Yuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and she began to tremble, whether it was from the cold or excitement.

"Xiaoheng, I really underestimated you, and even found this woman." Feige laughed, "Unfortunately, today, no one can leave here alive."

Yan Heng whispered to Xie Wuqiu: "You take Mrs. Pei first."

Xie Wuqiu suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Heng.

Yan Heng's expression was resolute and could not be refused, but also full of apology: "Take her, let's go first." He repeated forcefully.

An extremely complicated look flashed across Xie Wuqiu's face, and finally he gave Yan Heng a hateful look, grabbed Pei Yuan and rushed towards the weakest part of the encirclement.

He hated Yan Heng for making such a choice, but he also knew that after Yan Heng made a choice, he would not change it.He either gave up on both of them, or took Pei Yuan away.

The killer on the twelfth floor immediately chased after Xie Wuqiu and killed him. At the same time, Yan Heng tapped his toes, and the wind swept towards Feige's eyes. With a flash of a golden needle, it slashed towards Feige's neck.

Feige retreated, and then also drew out his sword.

No one else interfered.Perhaps it was because Yan Heng was still surnamed Yan after all, and on the surface he was still the landlord of the twelfth floor, or maybe it was also because Feige didn't have any extra orders, so the two of them decided to end it in a duel.

The open terrain here is not good for Yan Heng. Yan Heng knows that there is a cave nearby. If Fei Ge can be lured there to fight, his advantage will be much greater.

The light there is dim, suitable for melee combat.

Yan Heng thought about it for a while, and moved his feet to that side silently. Because of his first move, he was always in the dominant position. As expected, Fei Ge followed his rhythm and slowly moved away from everyone's sight.

Xie Wuqiu took Pei Yuan and ran all the way for two or three miles, none of the killers he chased was his opponent, even if they attacked in groups, they couldn't even touch the corners of their clothes, and they damaged countless of them.

Even though the reputation of the world's number one swordsman has been silent for four years, no one can underestimate him. Gradually, the killers became timid and became slower and slower.

Xie Wuqiu glanced back, although his face was calm, but his fists were creaking, revealing the restlessness in his heart.

He stopped, took out a bright blue jade pendant from his bosom, handed it to Pei Yuan and said, "Take it, go to Cangya Mountain, and find the leader, Qin Mengwan! Let her help you find a way to contact the imperial court." People!" Xie Wuqiu reported the names of several court officials, and Pei Yuan wrote them down one by one, looked at him and said, "I see." Then, without procrastinating, she turned her head and ran out by herself.

Xie Wuqiu went back along the original road to find Yan Heng.

After all, he couldn't leave Yanheng there alone.

When he returned to the previous ambush circle, there was only a mess on the ground, the corpses of the killer and the coachman were still lying on the ground, as well as the broken carriage and the stumbled horse.

Xie Wuqiu was not familiar with the surrounding terrain, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate carefully to judge where the sound of fighting came from.

The leaves blown by the wind rustled, and Xie Wuqiu suddenly smelled an...unusual smell from the air.

The light in the depths of the cave is dim, which is really suitable for Yan Heng to fight.

Yan Heng's body had already been scratched many times by Feige's sword, and he was in such a state of embarrassment that the hairpin that bound his hair was crooked, and his hair fell loose. Several times, the sword cut across his throat, almost severed. A few strands of hair.

Feige was also injured, but Yan Heng told him: "Don't worry, I won't use witch hazel." It sounded like a contemptuous provocation.

However, Feige seemed to hear that he wanted a fair and just settlement.

Feige chuckled in the dark: "Xiaoheng, don't forget, I watched you grow up, you - you can't beat me, stop thinking about it."

The five dead men are usually Yan Heng's partner training partners, so Yan Heng's kung fu always has their shadows, and they also know Yan Heng's moves very well.

"Really—" Yan Heng said loudly.His breath was a little unsteady, and he purposely made a loud noise to cover it up.

In the next moment, with a "poof", Feige's sword sank into his shoulder blade.

The sword force took Yan Heng back a big step, but Yan Heng resisted the castration and stood still.

"Flying Flower Order, where is it?" Feige asked in his ear, pushing the sword forward a bit by the way.

Yan Heng snorted, then laughed out loud: "You, you can't guess."

"Oh?" Feige turned the sword at an angle.

Yan Heng clenched his teeth desperately so as not to lose his composure and scream out.

"Aren't you willing to say it now...then there's no other way." Feige said, "Xiao Heng, farewell."

The way Feige looked at him was the same as before, the caring eyes of the elders for the younger generation, calm, deep... ruthless.He looked at Yan Heng, the movements of his hands slowed down for a moment, and for a moment he suddenly felt that it was a pity.

Feige was about to draw his sword, and make the final blow at Yan Heng's vital point, but taking advantage of his momentary hesitation, Yan Heng suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the blade with his bare hands. Pull it out.

Yan Heng's eyes were red and he was covered in blood, like Shura from hell. His voice was hoarse and low: "Farewell."

Suddenly, Yan Heng stretched out his hand and patted the "Red Crisp Hand" into Feige's stomach. Feige was unprepared at first, and then unconsciously. When he reacted, there was already a sharp pain in his stomach.But where did he put a small needle in his eyes, he used his internal force to force the needle out, the sudden pain just now made him weak for a moment, he let go of the sword and staggered a step.Immediately, his face changed: "The needle... have you quenched the poison?!"

Yan Heng bent his eyes and laughed: "That's right, isn't poison our specialty on the twelfth floor? Why are you surprised?"

"You said...!" Feige's expression was gloomy and complicated.The Red Crisp Hand is Yan Heng's personal weapon, and it is also the weapon he must use when using witch hazel, so it will never quench the poison. At the beginning, Yan Heng said that he would not use witch hazel, but he was waiting here for him?

Yan Heng simply knew that in front of him, he might not have a chance to use the witch hazel, and he might not be sure of winning.He said that on purpose, deliberately pretending to be a fair settlement, to lower his defenses.

"I didn't break my promise. I only said not to use witch hazel, but I didn't say not to use poison." Yan Heng sneered, "This is called soldiers never tire of deceit."

Yan Heng used the poison this time, and Feige's lips were black and purple in an instant, and he stepped back several steps, holding back his throat and screaming strangely.

"Are you satisfied with this gift?" Yan Heng asked.

Feige fell to the ground, raised his head and laughed strangely.

Sure enough, he still doesn't know Yan Heng well enough.

Yan Heng looked at him, and said sadly: "You are the person my father trusted the most, and you are also the person I trust the most. You became my dead man at the age of 20, and you made an oath that you would be loyal to me until death. You Five people, anyone will betray, only you and I will not doubt, but I never thought that one day, you and I will have such an ending."

Feige slowly stretched out his hand towards Yan Heng, revealing a look of reminiscence: "Shou Wei... I also trust him very much, but who knew that he died so early? He died in your hands? "

Feige laughed again: "Xiaoheng, I, too, will give you a big gift."

Just at this moment, a familiar figure rushed in from the cave entrance.

His hasty footsteps attracted the two people in the cave to look at him one after another. Seeing that it was Xie Wuqiu, Yan Heng was both surprised and expected. He knew that this guy would go back and forth again.However, when Feige said those words just now, Yan Heng had a premonition that Xie Wuqiu's appearance at this time was definitely not a good thing, so Yan Heng shouted at him intuitively: "Don't come here! Go away!"

When Xie Wuqiu saw a sword stuck in Yan Heng's body, he couldn't calm down anymore, so he didn't care what he shouted, instead of Ge Jiejie, he said with a strange smile: "Hahahaha...Xiaoheng, the borrower Tanwan treats you , It’s really sincere, the real person is touching. Well done, well done! This great gift, I’ll give it to you two! You can’t share the same quilt in life, but you can share the same acupuncture point in death, hahahahahaha!”