This is the first time Hu Qingpeng has truly fought in the real sense since he became a martial arts master. It either dies or I dies. It is completely different from when competing and competing. The air is filled with a sharp murderous aura. The sensitivity of every sensory sense in his body is mentioned to the limit, combining the changes in airflow, air pressure, wind and figures. Calmly analyze the angle of the enemy's attack and the order of the moves. After weighing the trade-offs, he finds the gaps in it and kills the enemy at the lowest cost. When he attacks, he deliberately chooses a route that is easier to pass so as not to be blocked by experts as much as possible. After he kills two people in a row, he must break through between Master Sun and another buyer before he has the opportunity to rush to the stage to rescue his senior sister.

Young Master Sun and the buyer were both rich and did not know martial arts. When he saw him approaching with a fierce sword like a fierce sword, he was so scared that he pissed down. He wailed and squeezed under the table, trembling. Their personal bodyguards were eager to protect their master, and they shouted in unison. One swung the iron fist and slammed it, and the other showed his long sword and stabbed it in his chest. He had already used all his strength. As for the others, it was difficult for them to hurt Hu Qingpeng because of the distance.

Hu Qingpeng knew that he could not get too entangled with the other party, and had to fight quickly. Once he fell into the siege of everyone, there was no chance to save people. Seeing the left fist and right sword attacking, he suddenly raised his breath and jumped over his opponent's killer move, and threw it out with one hand, and inserted it into the man's chest like lightning. The man never expected that he would throw the single sword as a hidden weapon, and the speed was so fast that he had turned half of his body. His chest became cold, and the tip of the knife had penetrated deep into his body, and blood was splattering.

Another man was shocked and angry when he saw his companion die in a knife. The sword showed countless meteors flying fireflies and stabbed them at the enemy in the air.

Hu Qingpeng was unarmed and could not resist the opponent's sword at all, but he was good at the skill of the He Dance. He swung his body lightly in an impossible situation and elegantly avoided the long sword intercepting. The head of the enemy who had not fallen into the sword at the tip of his foot was like a giant crane soaring into the air and rushed towards the wooden platform. The swordsman immediately turned around and chased, but was thrown away from the distance.

Yu Chuyang shouted loudly: "Be careful, he wants to steal people!"

Yu Cai saw Hu Qingpeng's murderous aura soaring into the sky, and rushed towards him without fear. He was so scared that his face looked like earth. He turned around in panic and grabbed Chen Qinghua, pulled it over and blocked him, took out a dagger with his left hand and crossed it to her throat.

Hu Qingpeng fell to the wooden platform and suddenly found that his senior sister's life was hanging by someone's hand. The figure that was about to rush up stopped and shouted angrily: "Yu Cai, let my senior sister go!" Blood flowed out of his right leg, and he was hit by a sword just now.

Yu Cai hid behind Chen Qinghua, revealing only a small half of his face, staring at Hu Qingpeng's every move with caution, and said in a slight smile: "Young Master Hu, if you take another step forward, I will cut off your senior sister's throat! Do you believe it?" The dagger in his hand exerted a little force, and immediately dragged a red mark on Chen Qinghua's delicate skin. Chen Qinghua was shocked and his whole body was cold.

Hu Qingpeng was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Be careful to hurt my senior sister by accident!" He hated Yu Cai's villain behavior to the core, but he had no choice but to do anything to him.

After a little delay, the fist wind was like a mountain and fiercely hit his vest, Yu Chuyang's Shaolin divine fist finally arrived. Hu Qingpeng sighed inwardly, knowing that he had missed the only chance to save people. The next fierce battle was a life-and-death life, and the chance of winning was slim. Despite this, he was unwilling to surrender. With a slippery step, the fist wind passed by, and two loud noises pierced the wooden platform, pierced the wooden platform and penetrated two big holes. Yu Chuyang followed the wooden platform and fisted it directly to the opponent's waist and ribs.

Hu Qingpeng knew that his internal strength was not as deep as the other party, and his fist skills were not his own strengths. Suddenly, a kite turned over and jumped off the wooden platform. Since the hostages could not be rescued, there was no need to die in vain. Then escape first. If he could return to the city to bring rescue soldiers, with the strength of Chen Tianlei and others, he would be enough to flatten the place.

Yu Chuyang shouted: "Where can you go, see what a move!" What kind of person he is? How could he not see the other party's idea of ​​trying to escape? The moves of fists change rapidly, and the murderous aura becomes even stronger.

As soon as Hu Qingpeng landed, the sword light was like lightning, pointing directly to his mid-panel fatal point. A strong enemy swung his sword in front of him to block the line, and the left and right sides were blocked by masters. Later, Yu Chuyang was chased and rushed over, and there was no room or room for dodging. The situation was so critical that he had never met in his life. Hu Qingpeng saw the route stabbed by the enemy's sword, and suddenly closed his palms in, accidentally clamping the sword body.

The swordsman could not have thought that he would dare to hold his sword with his palms. He was stunned for a moment and wanted to turn the sword edge and cut off the enemy's palms on the spot. However, Hu Qingpeng took advantage of his daze and quickly let go and pounced on him. A head hammer hit him in the face. The swordsman was hit by this heavy blow, and his eyes were immediately turned black and his nose was bleeding. He felt that a light in his hand had been taken away by the opponent.

Hu Qingpeng's sword in his hand was like a tiger adding wings. The sword light surged in the long roar, as if a silver ball of light exploded on the ground, making the candlelight pale. Everyone's eyes stinged, and blinked at the same time. When they opened their eyes, Hu Qingpeng kicked over the table and pressed his sword against Master Sun's vest. The sword hand shook his body, slowly fell to the sky, and blood gushed between his neck, obviously he couldn't survive.

The situation suddenly changed a few times, and most people couldn't breathe. In just a blink of an eye, four more corpses appeared in the lobby. Everyone was secretly impressed by the boy's courage and martial arts, but the idea of ​​taking his life became stronger. The guards outside the house heard the sound of fighting and drew their swords into the lobby.

Seeing that Young Master Sun fell into the enemy's control, Yu Chuyang hurriedly stopped his fist and shouted, "Slow down! Don't move rashly!" The others stopped their slamming figures when they heard the sound, their eyes showed fierce light, and surrounded Hu Qingpeng.

Hu Qingpeng said coldly: "If you want to save his life, let me go out!"

Young Master Sun was hit by the sword and almost flew away from his body. He didn't dare to move. He burst into tears: "Hero, you got the wrong partner. I have no grudges with you! As long as you are proud, I can give you 10,000... No, 20,000 taels of silver, how about it?"

Hu Qingpeng's palm was bleeding, and he held the long sword he had taken tightly and shouted, "Shut up! You guy is so conscientious that I will do my best to kill you, and eliminate harm for the people!" The long sword was sent slightly and stabbed into his fat flesh. Young Master Sun felt a severe pain in his vest, thinking that he had really had murderous intentions, so he screamed and fainted.

Yu Chuyang was both amused and angry, and said loudly: "Hey, this young master Sun's father has three officials in the court. If you kill him, your Hengshan Sect will be wiped out sooner or later! I advise you to release people as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be able to explain to your elders of the sect!"

Hu Qingpeng was stunned and suddenly saw the cunning look in the other party's eyes. He felt suspicious and sneered: "Who knows whether what you said is true or not? Anyway, I'll kill one enough, and kill two of them will make a profit. If you don't want to let me go, this Sun will accompany me to see the King of Hell!"

Yu Chuyang threatened: "You discovered our secret tonight. If you let your mouth leak, will the people present still be used to hang out in the world? Sooner or later, the difference is just to die more or torture before dying. If you let Young Master Sun go, I can give you a chance to commit suicide. Otherwise, after we capture you, you will know what life is worse than death and what torture is in the world!"

Hu Qingpeng sneered: "Are you scaring me? Humph, it's not easy to want my life. If you don't believe it, come here!"

Yu Chuyang frowned and was anxious. The boy was so tough that he felt helpless. The eldest son's family was very powerful and rich. If he was killed on his land, it would be a very difficult thing. It would not only affect his reputation, but also be criticized or even retaliated by the Sun family. But if he used his life to exchange for Hu Qingpeng's life, it would be even more unworthy of the loss. A flash of inspiration flashed in the dilemma, turned around and pointed at Chen Qinghua, and said grimly: "I know you came to save her, right? I count three times. If you don't let go of Mr. Sun, I will ask Acai to kill your senior sister!"

Hu Qingpeng's heart trembled, he looked up at the wooden platform, and looked like Chen Qinghua, and exchanged thousands of words in an instant.

Yu Chuyang said coldly: "One, two..."

Hu Qingpenghu's eyes flashed with tears, and a helpless and painful expression appeared on his face. He knew that the other party was threatening him, but he still had to surrender for his senior sister's life. With a clang, he let go of his palm and fell to the ground with a long sword.

Yu Chuyang's plan was successful and he couldn't help laughing: "Boy, you're a little more fond of fighting with me! Your senior sister is worth more than 100,000 taels. Do you think I'm really willing to kill her? If I cut off this money tree, wouldn't I be the number one fool in the world? Hahaha!" The proud and arrogant laughter echoed in the lobby, extremely harsh.

At this moment, I suddenly heard several shrill screams from the roof tiles, followed by the sound of a human body rolling over the tiles and falling to the ground. Everyone looked at each other. Did any masters break in? Yu Chuyang's laughter stopped abruptly, and he was about to send someone out to check what happened. There was a loud "slam" above his head, and a big hole was penetrated by someone. Countless broken tiles and dust were thrown away, and a dazzling sword light flew down from the entrance of the cave, and it was too lightning to cover his ears.

"There are enemies!" Everyone hugged their heads and walked away, screaming.

I saw the murderous aura of Yan Shuang. The point where the sword light pointed was the Baihui death point on Yu Cai's head. Yu Cai felt the cold sword energy pouring down on his head, and the coldness penetrated his bone marrow. In horror, he instinctively raised the dagger to block it. There was only a light sound, and the sword light fell, cutting off his dagger, his arms and half of his shoulders like cutting, and blood spurted like a slurry. Yu Cai made a shocking cry, rolling on the stage, struggling, and blood flowing all over his body, making people frightened and wanting to vomit.

A flash of white clothes, a handsome and unparalleled young man was standing beside Chen Qinghua, holding a sword as cold as autumn water in his hand, and glanced at Yu Chuyang and others below the stage with a cold face, his eyes filled with strong murderous intent. He waved his left hand agility, quickly untied Chen Qinghua, and proudly announced: "You beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs, today is your death date!"

"Discharging in the wind!" Hu Qingpeng never dreamed that the person he hated the most was like a divine weapon falling from the sky, appearing at the most critical moment, saving his senior sister in one fell swoop. He felt mixed emotions, but his reaction was very fast. He rolled on the ground and took the long sword back into his hand. At this time, a powerful enemy was surrounded by, and if he had no weapons in his hand, it was like digging his own grave. He didn't want to be slaughtered.

"Young Master Yi, it's you!" Chen Qinghua spitted out the soft ball, and couldn't help but cry with joy. He hugged Yi Wufeng's arm, and his face was full of happiness. Yi Wufeng's eyebrows slightly frowned, and he clearly felt a little disgusted in his heart.

Yu Chuyang saw that the visitor was very skilled and extremely ruthless, and was afraid that he would have many dreams at night. He shouted loudly, "Let's go side by side, and there is no way to live!" In an instant, the killing sounds were thunderous, and everyone started attacking, and all kinds of hidden weapons and weapons were all on Hu, Yi and the other two were greeted.

Yi Wufeng swung his arm, and Chen Qinghua couldn't help but stagger back, his sword crossed his chest, looking at the four masters who rushed to the first place. He bent his left hand and bounced through the shadow of the sword bar, hitting one of his eyebrows. The man pierced his eyebrows and fell down with his eyes open. The other three were shocked when they saw this, and their momentum was suddenly frustrated. Two of them hurriedly turned attack into defense, protecting the vital parts of their heads and faces, and only one person was left blindly dancing sticks and rushing to the stage.

The good hand who made the stick suddenly found that his companion did not follow, and he could only rush to the powerful enemy stupidly, touched Yi Wufeng's cold eyes, his heart was cold, his legs and feet were weak, and he knelt down for no reason, and his fighting spirit melted away like ice and snow. Yi Wufeng sneered: "Bare!" He raised his hand and fell, cutting the other party and the person and the stick into two pieces.

When everyone saw his cold killing methods, they all gasped in the air, and the timid man had already bent down and vomited.

Suddenly, a black figure jumped high from the crowd, wearing sharp blue steel claws on his hands, as if a ferocious night owl was hunting. He rushed towards Yi Wufeng and said sternly: "Boy, don't kid, let me Yan Jiu come and meet you for a while!"

Yi Wufeng's pupils contracted, and his expression became cautious, and he said lightly: "It turns out to be Yan Jiu among the Nine Ghosts of the Underworld! It's coming!" Facing the enemy's strange and ever-changing ghost claws, they don't dodge or avoid, their wrists swirled, and the tip of the sword trembled like a flower in the void, blocking the angle of the enemy's attack. He held Hu Qingpeng's sword of shock, with the sharp sword sharp and sharp iron like mud. Yan Jiu naturally knew it very well, and the strange roar was like a night ghost crossing the sky, and incredibly changed the attack route. Suddenly, he appeared on the right side of Yi Wufeng, and swept over with his claws. Yi Wufeng saw the move and fought with Yan Jiu.

In the melee, several good players who bully the weak and fear the strong were killed at Hu Qingpeng at the same time. They felt like a mirror in their hearts. No matter how high this young man's swordsmanship was, it would be easier to deal with than the evil star on the stage!

As the murderous aura approached, Hu Qingpeng was prepared for a long time, and was surprisingly calm at the moment of life and death. He reflected the enemy's killer moves into his mind, capturing every flaw in their movements, and burning with fighting spirit. One of the good players who made the gun attack from the left, and the long spear attacked Shangpan, full of energy. The other one who used a knife came from the side and back, and the two swords were twisted like snakes, and they cut into his ankle joints in a sinister manner. The sword hand attacked from the front was the most skillful martial arts, which was the authentic Songshan sword technique, with a powerful sword force and amazing strength. Although it was the first time that the three of them joined forces to fight against the enemy, they had the power of opening up and cracking stones under the joint attack, and the airflow was stirred like crazy. According to their experience, Hu Qingpeng had to jump high to dodge in such an unfavorable situation, and it was impossible to take the attacks of the three of them at the same time. Once he jumped into the air, their next move would definitely kill him.

Unexpectedly, Hu Qingpeng's actions were so contrary to common sense that he even rushed to the opponent with the highest martial arts skills in front of him. The swordsman was not prepared enough and really didn't understand why he gave up on the weak and attacked the strong and sought death. The force that was originally hidden in the sword suddenly burst out, and the long sword accelerated and stabbed him fiercely.

The two swords intertwined and stabbed the opponent's body almost at the same time.

The swordsman's throat was cold, and his whole body's energy suddenly disappeared. The throat was filled with sound, and a wisp of blood flowed down.

It turned out that the swordsman was using a move "Flying Flowers in the Setting Sun" in the Sword Technique of Songshan. Hu Qingpeng happened to see it on the rock wall when he was practicing in the secret cave in the back mountain. At that time, the rock wall also indicated how to crack this move. Therefore, when Hu Qingpeng saw the opponent use this killing move, he immediately remembered the method of cracking this move. He was familiar with the flaws and possible changes in the enemy's moves. He was not surprised but happy, so he dared to fight against him and stab the opponent's vital points in half a beat. Because he was besieged by many people, the space for movement was limited, and when cracking the enemy's moves, he could not follow the records in the rock wall, so he used his left arm to block the opponent's sword. If the two had just a fair showdown, he would not have to be injured. Poor his opponent could not understand why he lost his life until his death?

After Hu Qingpeng succeeded, he had no time to celebrate. He endured the pain and turned back to block the other two opponents. The weapons were fighting and internal force was stimulating. After all, Hu Qingpeng's cultivation was still shallow, so he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The man who made the two swords sneered, jumped up like a monkey, and slashed his swords and stabbed his opponent's eyes.

Hu Qingpeng waved his sword to block it, and suddenly saw a cold light flashing and sank into the opponent's back. The man screamed and fell to the ground like mud, bleeding from his seven orifices, and a short red feathered crossbow arrow was inserted into his vest. The man who had the gun quickly turned around and was on guard, fearing that he would become the next target to be shot.
Chapter completed!