A Qing

Mr. Tie Di claims to be famous, and his martial arts are not inferior to the seven great masters of today's martial arts. Naturally, he has some eccentricities of a master.

As soon as he heard Zhao Zhengyi's words, his face immediately sank.

Hold on?Does this fellow Zhao Zhengyi think that he is a big deal in front of that young man?

He said with a cold face: "Otherwise, you should come and fight? Thinking about it, Zhao Zhengyi and Zhao Daxia should be confident about this young man. I'd better just watch from a distance with my iron flute!"

Zhao Zhengyi's face darkened when he heard the words, and he secretly scolded the old pedant for being a donkey with good intentions, thinking that with a little bit of ability, he would be able to cross the rivers and lakes, he should really suffer a little bit, so that he can know why flowers are so popular!

As a result, he kept his mouth shut, and led the dozen or so wounded men in black to retreat far away.

With his hands behind his back, Mr. Tiedi frowned at the wound on Ah Fei's body and the broken sword, and said to Zhao Zhengyi: "Bring a sword!"

Zhao Zhengyi squinted his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates respectfully handed over a long sword of autumn water to Mr. Tie Di.

Mr. Iron Flute looked at Ah Fei for a while, then threw the sword to him, and said, "You use this sword!"

Ah Fei coldly refused, saying: "To kill you, this sword in my hand is enough."

Mr. Tie Di smiled instead of anger: "Young man has a big tone! But I don't know if your swordsmanship is as powerful as your mouth!"

Ah Fei said: "Whether it's great or not, you'll know after you've learned it yourself."

Mr. Tie Di let out a long sigh, as if the elders were earnestly teaching: "Young people are so stubborn, and they will suffer a lot sooner or later. Although I know you are not a plum blossom thief, seeing that you are seriously injured, I wanted to keep you alive, but you are so I don't know what to do, so I have to let you fold it into my hands—"

As soon as the words fell, the others had turned into several figures, rushing towards Ah Fei.

Ah Fei held the broken sword in his hand, as if he was holding a peerless sword in his hand, he was fearless and fearless. He didn't accept Mr. Iron Flute's sword because he didn't want to owe him a favor.Once he took over the sword, he would not be able to attack him with a clear sense of grievances. In this way, at the beginning, his aura would be three points like that of Mr. Iron Flute.

Mr. Tie Di is indeed worthy of being a master of masters, his moves are elegant yet swift, his movements are flowing and flowing, with a kind of Confucian wisdom.

Ah Fei stared at him tightly, like a lone wolf staring at his prey tightly. The hungry lone wolf he met in the snow is the most dangerous. He will follow you all the time, no matter where you go, no matter where you go, he will quietly lurk behind you, and when you are tired and relaxed, he will pounce on you and bite your throat tightly.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Mr. Tie Di felt a little apprehensive for some reason.He has been famous for many years and has rich experience in battle, so he should not be affected by this kind of emotion, but Ah Fei's eyes are too indifferent, there seems to be no emotion in these eyes, like a statue of a god, the inorganic eyes look down on all living beings indifferently —He had never seen such a look in his eyes.

Mr. Iron Flute couldn't help but darting up like a ling light, flying around in the air, intending to use his famous stunt - his body was as light and beautiful as snowflakes in the air, almost blending into the snow scene of the night.

A Fei's sword has been shot, once his sword is shot, it never fails!

Mr. Iron Flute turned his body upside down, with his head facing down, and the iron flute in his hand was aimed at A Fei's sky cap——

A Fei did not raise his head, but had already withdrawn the sword, with bloodstains on the blade.

Mr. Iron Flute is like a pale piece of paper, fluttering down lightly and slowly.

On the snow, bright red blood was scattered all over the ground, just like the gorgeous red plums in the plum grove in Xingyunzhuang.

Zhao Zhengyi's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he refused to believe that Mr. Tie Di, who was famous all over the world, was defeated by the young man's broken sword just like that!

Mr. Iron Flute lay on the snow ground, breathing out but not breathing in, his face was paler than the snow ground, and he was about to die. He stared at A Fei and hoarsely said: "I really didn't expect that you would Will do it like this."

A Fei was silent and did not reply.

Mr. Tie Di was panting quickly, his face gradually turned red again, and he was already looking back. He looked into the distance, as if he saw someone, and said pleasantly, "Amei, are you here to pick me up?"

He smiled wryly: "I failed to avenge you... What face do I have to come to see you, but you still come to pick me up..."

When A Fei saw this, he seemed to think of something, and his stubborn and bright black eyes were covered with a layer of gray.

Mr. Iron Flute took two more breaths, his face was gray and stiff, and just as he was about to choke his breath, he heard a soft "ding", and the iron flute in his hand suddenly rained like pear blossoms. Shoot more than ten cold stars!

Mr. Iron Flute's pale face glowed red with excitement:

"Young man...until the moment when the other party really dies...you can't relax your vigilance..." He hissed and laughed three times with a ferocious face, and died!

Ah Fei covered the wound on his abdomen, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I, I will never forget it in my life!"

Zhao Zhengyi saw that Mr. Tie Di gave A Fei such a trick before he died, and was overjoyed by accident, and quickly said: "Quick! Now! Catch the Plum Blossom Thief!" A dozen figures immediately rushed towards A Fei with black scimitars !

Ah Fei reluctantly rolled on the ground in pain, three feet out of the way, and dodged a blow. As soon as he did this, he felt his eyes go dark, and the wounds on his legs, shoulders, and abdomen immediately gushed out blood.

He rolled down the slope, threw himself into the thorn bushes, pushed aside the lush thatch, hid behind a stone, panted, tore off a strip of clothes and hastily bound his right leg.The footsteps of the man in black followed closely, and before Ah Fei could strangle the wound on his abdomen, he suddenly heard a strong wind behind him chopping off his head.

Ah Fei gritted his teeth and turned around suddenly, the sword light flashed, and the two men in black fell down!

"There!" The muffled sound of the body falling to the ground made the people in black immediately discover A Fei's trail.

Ah Fei had no choice but to run away. He already felt his hands were shaking from the cold, and his eyes were gradually losing sight of the mountain road.

The night is thick as if it will never dawn, the darkness is the coldest on the eve of dawn, and the temperature outside is almost freezing.

The gloomy cold wind was like a scraper, making people's limbs stiff and unable to exert their strength. Ah Fei's blood flowed so much that he felt tired.

He felt a pungent bloody smell in his throat, and he felt a desire to vomit. His panting was hissing like a bellows, and the hand holding the broken sword gradually leaked out in cold sweat.

"—He's there!" The man in black found him again.

After countless times of chasing, A Fei's speed became slower and slower, and the man in black found that his distance was getting shorter and shorter.However, every time A Fei's sword makes a move, it will take away a few lives from the man in black, and the man in black will also add a few more wounds to A Fei's body.

Both sides are grinding, waiting for the other to give up.

It's a constant battle of endurance!

The white belly of the east is exposed, and the sun shines through the thick clouds, casting a golden light.

Everything seems to have revived. Although it is deep winter, A Fei can still hear the sound of reptiles crawling out of the cave to breathe.

"puff--"

A Fei retracted the sword, and the last man in black fell down.

Ah Fei's heart relaxed, and with the combination of external injuries and internal injuries and the cold, he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell down on his face.

——Before he fell down, he heard a few sheep bleating faintly. A light green figure seemed unreal under the golden sunlight. She was talking to the lamb with a smile, and her voice was as clear as a stream. Feeling that the sun was too dazzling, she raised a hand to block the sun, revealing her slender wrist like snow.

For some reason, his heart felt as warm as if it had reached a harbor.

The author has something to say: Allah and Ah Qing have appeared~ Ah Fei has shed a lot of blood in this chapter, tsk tsk

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Changed a few places where the word order doesn't make sense, Emma, ​​why is there no sister paper to help catch bugs...