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Tang Ke stared fixedly at Gong Chunhai. Although he was not as burly as Gong Chunhai, his murderous aura was much sharper than him. When they confronted each other, Tang Ke did not lose the slightest bit.

"If it's coming at me, you and I will go out and solve it, don't implicate this teahouse."

Gong Chunhai rubbed his nose, thought for a while, nodded, and said hello.

The two went to the top of the building, and a few secret sentries of the Xinghe Gang who were ambushing in the dark outside the building noticed that they were about to move, Gong Chunhai raised the palm of his side slightly, and pressed it down, signaling everyone not to act rashly.

Tang Ke found Xian Yu who was sitting in a wine shop by the side of the road, their eyes met briefly, Tang Ke shook his head, and Xian Yu nodded in understanding.

Gong Chunhai raised his hands to the back of his neck, drew a three-foot-eight sword from his back, and put it on his chest.The sword is like a man, outwardly and fiercely.

Tang Ke held the saber, the sword was not out of the sheath, and looked at the other party fixedly, "I have already paid off the money, why do I have to find it?"

Gong Chunhai snorted, "One yard counts for one yard. You and the Xinghe Gang originally settled the order, but someone wants your head. I'm also following orders. I'm sorry."

"At whose order? The prince?"

Tang Ke threw out the word "Prince" on purpose, just to test the other party's reaction. As expected, Gong Chunhai's eyes and pupils shrank slightly, and his body tensed up a little.

After a moment, Gong Chunhai regained his composure, "You shouldn't ask, don't ask."

Tang Ke sneered, "You want my head, I can't die to understand?"

"Of course you will understand when you see the King of Hades." Gong Chunhai handed the sword forward, and nodded his chin at Tang Ke, "draw the sword."

Tang Ke stood in the wind, and the wind rolled up the hem of his cloak, making a hunting sound. The broken hair on his forehead covered his pair of deep eyebrows half hidden under the mask, diluting the murderous intent in those eyes a little, adding some calm and restrained temperament.

After a while, Tang Ke drew his sword.

With the wind, the sword blade was unsheathed, screaming and screaming, bringing out a ray of cold light, piercing the warm sun sprinkled on the roof.

One corner of Gong Chunhai's lips curled up, "The Wind Sword really lives up to its reputation."

Before he finished speaking, the man flew forward, trying to be unexpected, stepped on the ridge of the roof, smashed a few green tiles, brought down a large piece of rubble, and rushed to Tang Ke in front of him.

The kung fu of the gangsters is open and closed, and their tricks are all in front of others, and they never hide it.

Gong Chunhai shouted loudly, the long knife pierced the clear sky, and slashed across Tang Ke's chest.

Tang Ke stood calmly on the spot like a pine and cypress, with the wind sword standing on his side, neither attacking nor defending, neither advancing nor retreating, allowing the fierce blade to approach his chest extremely quickly.

This kind of composure and indifference made Gong Chunhai, who was used to fighting with the tip of the knife, hesitate for a moment, but the knife had already been shot, and there was absolutely no reason to take it back.

The long knife cut through the true energy wrapped around Tang Ke's body, and when it was about to cut through the cloak and pierce the flesh, the edge of the Suifeng sword turned suddenly.

When the blade meets the blade, it makes a piercing screeching sound.

Gong Chunhai still maintained the posture of holding the knife with both hands, but when he came back to his senses, the knife had been picked up into the sky and disappeared.

It was so fast, he was disarmed before he even saw Tang Ke's move clearly.

He knew that he would not be Tang Ke's opponent in a heads-up, but he didn't expect to lose so embarrassingly.

He was so dignified to help the leader of the gang, and he didn't even hold on to a single move? !

Tang Ke twisted his wrist, sheathed Suifeng sword, turned and went to the teahouse, "You are not my opponent."

Gong Chunhai shouted loudly from behind him: "No! I wasn't ready just now, so it doesn't count. Let's count one, two, three this time, and start over!"

Tang Ke frowned, he didn't have time to spend with him, and was eager to find Zhu Wenzhen, and continued to move forward without looking back.

Gong Chunhai knew that he couldn't win anyone, so he ordered, "Brothers, shoot the arrows!"

The bow | crossbowmen ambushing outside the teahouse got the order, and the crossbow | arrows shot out in unison in an instant.

Xian Yu yelled, he didn't expect that the bandit would come up with dirty tricks, he stepped forward and overturned the two secret whistles at his hand, but the opponents had many ambushes and scattered places, he was no match for four hands with both fists, seeing the black arrows Swipe towards Tang Ke.

Tang Ke clenched the scabbard in his hand, pulled out the sword flower, blocked most of the arrows, turned sideways suddenly, and a few crossbow arrows that missed passed by, and there was a whistling sound in his ears.

He dodged all the arrows that came like a torrential rain, one of which grazed his cheekbone, and he held the other on the tip of his teeth.

There was a neat click sound of reloading arrows downstairs, and Tang Ke took advantage of this emptiness to turn over and hide behind the roof ridge.

He licked the arrow with the tip of his tongue, tasted the bitter taste, and his face was terribly gloomy.

Poisoning the arrows is not something the Xinghe Gang would do.

People from the Chanyi Sect also came... Tiaohulishan?

Tang Ke felt as if he was being strangled by the throat, his body felt cold, he suddenly turned around and jumped into the teahouse, where the opera had already started, and people were coming and going, he rushed to the second floor like crazy, shouting "Xiang'er" in the corridor , and then knocked open the compartment doors on both sides one by one.

The two boys stepped forward to stop him, but Tang Ke swept them away with the scabbard.

His mind was in chaos, he was afraid that Xiang'er would be in danger, he didn't notice his poisonous hair, and thick black blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Several thugs from the teahouse heard the commotion and caught up. They originally wanted to go forward and take him out, but when they saw his pale face and black blood in his mouth, they were too frightened to stop for fear of getting into trouble.

Tang Ke broke down two more doors, and the door at the end of the corridor was smashed open from the inside. Geng Xiaobo rushed out covered in blood covering his chest, lay down in front of Tang Ke and shouted hoarsely at him: "Help my son!" !"

Tang Ke raised his sword and rushed into the cubicle. Seeing that the two killers of Chanyizong were overturning the last few bodyguards who were desperately protecting the lord, Zhu Wenzhen was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

Tang Ke felt a pain in his chest, a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat, he swallowed it, and drew his sword forward.

The two assassins raised their swords one from the left and the other from the right and forced them forward. They were from the same sect as Tang Ke, and they used the same moves, but their sword skills and sword spirit were far worse than Tang Ke's.

When the two swords stabbed towards him, Tang Ke dodged short, swept his feet, and overturned the two of them directly. The two jumped up instantly, and the sword blades went from bottom to top again, trying to stab at Tang Ke's armpits on both sides. .

Tang Ke jumped into the air with his toes lightly, stepped on the blade of the sword when he fell, took advantage of the momentum and rolled forward, swept with the wind sword, and accurately cut off the tendons of the right hands of the two swordsmen.

The two immediately dropped their swords, knelt on the ground with their wrists clasped and howled.

Tang Ke had no time to care about him, so he went directly to help Zhu Wenzhen, held him in his arms and kept calling "Xiang'er".

Zhu Wenzhen snorted in his arms, Tang Ke let go of him in a panic, raised his hand to caress his face, but found blood on his hand, paused, then retracted.

Zhu Wenzhen slowly opened his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and it took him a long time to focus on Tang Ke's face, "Xiao Ke...are you injured?"

Tang Ke's hanging heart was about to relax when a cold murderous aura came from behind him. He turned around swiftly, holding the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the blade of the sword went straight across the chest of the person who was sneaking behind him.

The sneak attacker obviously didn't expect Tang Ke to have such a speed of attack, he hit his chest directly on the edge of his sword, and stabbed with the dagger in his hand, failing to hit the center of Tang Ke's eyebrows, just brushing the side of his forehead, without deflection Yi picked Tang Ke's mask off.

The black mask fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sneak attacking killer went limp like mud.

Tang Ke turned his head to look at the person under his feet, making sure that the person was completely fainted, and then retracted the sword by his side.

Zhu Wenzhen sat on the edge, staring at Tang Ke's unmasked face for a long time, only to feel that his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

"……It's you?!"