The personal soldier of the beautiful president

Ten years ago, Master Zhanwu died in the disaster of the Qin family.

Since then, Hu Qisheng has been wandering around. In order to survive, he has done many good and bad things.

He has never dared to make friends, and has always been alone.

He is afraid of being exposed.

He is afraid to die.

Lin Tie was the first friend he wanted to make with sincerity, according to the current Jianghu saying, brother.

But this brother, before he could fully open his heart, died suddenly.

Just now this brother said that he would fight side by side with him, but he was pierced by an arrow in the blink of an eye, and Yin and Yang were separated.

Hu Qisheng had never felt so angry before.

Even if he was once bullied like a dog, he was not so angry.

He wants revenge.

He wants to kill all these archers in front of him!

His knife rubbed against the air to create hot sparks.

This piece of void seems to be cut.

The murderous aura was overwhelming, roaring in the alley, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky.

One by one, Hu Qisheng came out of the snowflakes with one knife, slaying coldly, like a hunting wolf!
puff!

Before the archer on the wall could react, his body was chopped into two pieces, and blood flowed freely.

"Shoot the arrow and kill him!"

The few archers at the entrance of the alley were stunned by the terrifying killing intent released by Hu Qisheng, and the voices of those who gave the orders trembled.

The murderous aura struck, and the whole body was cold.

Whoosh...

Seven or eight crossbow arrows rolled in the snow waves and shot towards them angrily.

Hu Qisheng blocked most of the arrows, but his left shoulder, left leg, and left arm were hit by arrows.

At such a short distance, his strength is still unable to completely dodge the crossbow arrows.

After being hit by the arrow, the forward figure paused for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward without fear of death. The speed did not weaken at all, and was even faster.

Blood flew out from the wound and sprinkled on the snow, speckled.

puff puff...

Hu Qisheng approached quickly, and the black iron straight knife was like a death scythe from hell, instantly reaping the lives of the four archers.

Four heads flew out, and warm blood splashed on the heads and faces of the three archers behind.

The three archers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they retreated more than ten steps hastily, just in time to avoid Hu Qisheng's black iron straight knife.

They have never seen such a brave person.

With several arrows in his body, and with such serious injuries, he still has such terrifying fighting power.

If he wasn't injured, how terrifying would his strength be?

"Fuck...keep shooting, shoot him to death for me, whoever dares to take a step back, I will kill his whole family."

The broken-haired archer in the middle should be the team leader. Although he was also very scared, he did not retreat.

The matter has come to this point, either they die, or the other party dies, there can only be one ending.

Raising the crossbow in his hand, whoosh, an arrow hit Hu Qisheng's right shoulder, causing him to stagger for a while, and the straight black iron knife in his hand almost fell.

"He is at the end of his strength, he is afraid of a ball, keep shooting arrows, if he doesn't die, you all have to die!"

The broken-haired archer was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly roared loudly.

I was really scared to death just now.

Looking at it now, the other party's ferocity was only supported by a burst of energy. In fact, his body was already overwhelmed.

Seeing this, the other two archers were also determined. Although there was still horror on their faces, they had calmed down a lot.

Raise the crossbow and aim at Hu Qisheng's vitals.

They will not give Hu Qisheng any chance to fight back, and the death of his companion is the best lesson from the past.

I bother!

Hu Qisheng bent over, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and looked up at the broken-haired archer with cold eyes: "Liu Baihu, that bastard, is actually playing tricks on Lao Tzu, right? Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let him go!"

His eyes turned black in bursts, which is a sign of excessive blood loss, and his whole body is weak...

He knows he can't do it!

"Hmph, let's talk about it after you become a ghost!"

The broken-haired archer sneered, raised his crossbow, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!
A spiritual crossbow shot directly between Hu Qisheng's eyebrows.

In the charge just now, Hu Qisheng had exhausted his last bit of strength, and he found it very difficult to even move a finger.

Let alone dodging the arrow.

Hu Qisheng glared at the young man with broken hair angrily, with unwillingness, aggrieved, and endless anger in his eyes...

when!
Just when Hu Qisheng thought he was going to die, a stone shot out from nowhere and knocked the crossbow arrow away.

The crossbow arrow rubbed against Hu Qisheng's cheek, and sank into the wall with a bang.

"Who is it? Master Hong is doing business, please go away for the idlers."

The broken-haired archer stared at a figure slowly coming out of the shadows at the end of the alley, and shouted in a deep voice.

Hu Qisheng also tried his best to turn his head back to stare at this person. He was originally full of anticipation and excitement, but after seeing the appearance of this figure, he was immediately disappointed.

He thought it was Master Qin Feng who saved him.

It turned out not to be, just a very ordinary-looking young man.

"...Thank you for saving your life just now, but you'd better go, don't lose your life because of me."

Hu Qisheng panted heavily, and said to the young man.

The blood on his body dripped into the snow, melting the snow around his feet into a bloody hole.

Hu Qisheng's breath became weaker and weaker.

He knew he couldn't last long, and he didn't want this stranger to die for him...

"It's the code of conduct for my generation of practitioners to act chivalrously. It's not my Hefeng's style to see death and refuse to save him. Since this matter happened to me, I will never turn a blind eye."

The young man walked up to Hu Qisheng, looked at the three archers on the opposite side, and said, "Please give me a thin noodle from the three of you, let's let this matter go, how about it?"

"Thin noodles? Who the hell are you, you have a fart face... shoot arrows, I'll kill you all the fuck."

The broken-haired archer sneered and raised his crossbow again.

Whoosh!
This time he's targeting the nosy guy.

The other two archers raised their crossbows and shot at Hu Qisheng.

This time it's really dead!
Hu Qisheng is not afraid of death, but he really doesn't want to see strangers die for him.

He was about to stand in and block the arrow for this young man named He Feng, but he saw He Feng suddenly fished it out, and he caught all three crossbow arrows with ease.

The three archers and Hu Qisheng were stunned.

This is not something that ordinary practitioners can do.

"Damn it, it turns out he's a hidden master, really disrespectful and disrespectful." Broken-haired archer said disrespectful, but then his expression was very disdainful.

"If your Excellency retreats now, Zhenhai Martial Arts will not blame you for the past, and I will offer you a great gift." Broken-haired archer raised the name of Zhenhai Martial Arts.

As long as it is in this three-acre land in the capital, the brand of Zhenhai Martial Arts Hall is louder than Longmen.

The vast majority of practitioners will give Zhenhai Martial Arts a face.

"Heavy gift? You can catch these three arrows first!"

He Feng snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, the three crossbow arrows shot towards the three archers angrily.

Puff puff……

The three crossbow arrows were inserted between the eyebrows of the three archers, fast, accurate and ruthless, and the three archers died before they could react.

The broken-haired archer was dying with an expression of disbelief.

He has already revealed the name of Zhenhai Martial Arts, and the other party dares to kill him, isn't he afraid of Zhenhai Martial Arts' revenge?
Unfortunately, his question will not be answered.

"Brother, thank you for your life-saving grace, but you have to leave the capital immediately. The guy you killed is the nephew of Liu Baihu, one of the four great generals under Master Hong of Zhenhai Wuguan. He will never let you go, if he catches you, you will have to live or die."

Hu Qisheng also recovered a little strength at this time, grabbed the young man's arm, and said in a hurried tone.

"Everyone is dead, who knows that I killed them? Are you going to inform me?"

He Feng didn't look panicked at all, and smiled.

"..."

Hu Qisheng was taken aback, it seemed he did too.

There are no onlookers here, and no surveillance cameras...

He certainly wouldn't go snitching.

Liu Baihu would only suspect that the deaths of these people had something to do with him, Hu Qisheng, but it was difficult to find out about this Hefeng, as long as he killed him, Liu Baihu could do nothing.

After all, it was Liu Baihu who made the first move, so even if the trouble came to Master Hong, it would be Liu Baihu's disadvantage!
"Who are you? Why do you want to save me? What is your purpose?"

Hu Qisheng stared at He Feng vigilantly, and asked in a concentrated voice.

He felt that there was something wrong with this Hefeng.

In this day and age, are there still warriors who wield swords?
"The vigilance is quite high, but let's get out of here first." He Feng bent down and picked up Lin Tie's body, grabbed Hu Qisheng's arm, and ran to the other side of the alley.

Falling snow without a trace.

Even if someone came to track him down, he would not be able to find his footprints...

Hu Qisheng didn't resist, he stared at He Feng's face, although this face was very strange, he was sure he had never seen this person before, but the other party gave him a very familiar feeling.

This is really puzzling.

He suspected that this person was disguised by Mr. Qin Feng, but he didn't see any trace of disguise.

Hu Qisheng is also full of doubts at this moment...