Chapter 178 A master of pretending!

"Excuse me! Say goodbye." Song Yi smiled and lost a small ingot of silver, and then walked out of Lichunyuan in the smile of the old woman. When Song Yi's footsteps had just stepped out of Lichunyuan, she immediately pulled out and hurriedly went to the little peach red line on the second floor. She wanted to figure out what had happened in a short time, so that she could make the most important thing for Lichunyuan according to the situation. Profit's decision.

After going out, Song Yi began to run towards the secluded street behind Lichun Courtyard. Now he doesn't have to worry about what will happen in Lichun Courtyard, because he believes that Xiaotaohong and the madam can naturally understand Lichunyuan after finding the guest who had been lurking for several days in the room jumping out of the window and running away. It is not appropriate to publicize this matter again! What he is looking forward to now is the hope that Zhan Peng and Fu Yao will not run away from that man again...

A game of catching turtles in the urn is going on silently.

The alley behind most brothels can't be a bustling street, and behind the Lichun Courtyard is a secluded long alley.

When Song Yi crossed the long alley and entered another equally secluded long alley, he finally saw the three people in the fight.

Zhan Peng waved the knife with one arm, and the blade was bright.

The man named Hao Anying also used a long knife that was longer than the ordinary simple knife. His knife was strange and fierce. From Song Yi's point of view, it can be seen that Zhan Peng was actually fighting back very few times. Every time he hit back was because Fu Yao handed out his dagger at that time. Don't return the knife protection.

Judging from the scene, it seems that Hao Anying can still be defeated by one against two, but in fact, only Hao Anying knows how hard he is struggling. He has to consume a lot of arm strength to compete with each collision between the long knife and Zhan Peng's blade to ensure that he will not be hurt, but such a hard-to-hard competition can be eliminated. It consumes his combat strength. But this is not what he is worried about, because if Zhan Peng is the only one, he is confident enough that he can leave easily.

What frightened him was the girl who joined later was obviously a woman dressed as a man. The girl held a dagger and made a few sharp and fierce moves, which forced him to fall into defense every time. And his sharp eyes also observed that the girl's dagger was connected with an extremely fine silk thread extending to his wrist, which made him even more awe-inspiring. Because of his amazing experience, he naturally knows that this is an extremely difficult to practice in the world, and very few people will learn the flying sword skills, which is more difficult to learn than the hidden weapon, and the power is naturally much greater than the hidden weapon.

He was more angry than forced into a street battle, but he was also glad that it was a street battle, because he thought that if it was not for the narrow alley, the girl's flying sword would pose a threat to him.

But this is already the most suitable scene for him to fight. He still gradually realizes that sooner or later he will fall into a tired and defeated situation, so all he can do is to feed the killing move to Zhan Peng, looking forward to a move that can hit and work, and then only the girl can't stop it. Stop the pace of his escape.

His idea is naturally impeccable, which proves that he is a good player who has been immersed in the world for a long time, because he has fought with Zhan Peng. He understands that Zhan Peng's one arm is a defect, and he also knows that Zhan Peng is injured.

Under such siege by two extremely powerful masters, he can still calmly come up with the best way to fight and follow his own purpose in an orderly manner. His force value and scheme are undoubtedly a first-class player, but there is still a hidden in his heart. A sense of crisis.

When Song Yi's figure appeared in the alley and leaned towards Zhan Peng, his heart was finally confused, and the hidden sense of crisis finally turned into real panic.

No matter who you are, you will be in chaos when you are panicked.

Even Hao Anying, a very outstanding master, after the knife he suddenly struck out suddenly shook back a few steps, he finally exposed a trace of empty door, and then the sharp sword light passed by his abdomen.

When the sword light passed, the clothes were cut, and it could be seen that the snow-white cotton wool mixed in the thick clothes floated out like an explosion.

This is a cotton-padded jacket that is not too expensive, so it is naturally impossible to protect people's flesh and blood after the clothes are cut.

A small pinch of snow-white cotton wool flew out, and then a few blood beads splashed out of the naked eye in the cut mouth of the shirt, and then the two exposed cotton wool openings of the broken clothes were instantly stained with a touch of bright red...

That's blood.

Song Yi saw it, and Fu Yao knew it. Zhan Peng, who staggered back and finally sat on the ground, also took a look at it. The injured Hao Anying himself felt it even more!

At the moment when Fu Yao cut him and Zhan Peng was repelled, there was a moment of space stagnation, or it should be said that he had a trace of escape gap.

This is the only gap between Hao Anying's own struggle. Naturally, he understands how much this subtle gap is for life and death, so although he feels the severe pain in his abdomen, his pace of progress is still hard on the solid bluestone road board. I pedaled, and then my whole body jumped up...

He jumped high over Zhan Peng's body lying on the ground. His elegant posture was fierce, like a cheetah. In the air, he had already put out a knife and pointed to Song Yi!

His calculation is still the most perfect. Outbreak--retired from Zhanpeng--being shaken--juring Song Yi--injuring or killing--escape.

This is still a perfect route, so his arrogant eyes still exuded a strong and unparalleled fighting spirit to Song Yi.

Zhan Peng was already standing up at the moment when he moved forward, but at the moment Zhan Peng stood up, Hao Anying had already jumped over him, and then Zhan Peng and the chasing Fu Yao showed a posture of chasing side by side about five steps behind Hao Anying, while Song Yi was seven or eight steps away from Hao Anying...

Maybe there were blood beads in the abdomen that splashed out and fell to the bluestone board because of Hao Anying's tight blow, but only Song Yi's head in Hao Anying's eyes.

This is an unparalleled blow and a non-regressor blow.

He is arrogant and confident! But only in an instant, all the arrogance and confidence in his eyes turned into sadness, because he saw Song Yi raise his hand, and then a few cold rays flew towards him after Song Yi waved his hand...

Of course, he can still calmly block the flying knives that he can see clearly, but he also knows that he has completely lost his way out.

In an instant, jingle sounded a few times. He chose to hit the flying knife instead of rushing to Song Yi. This choice was almost a subconscious choice of the human body. Even if he really wanted to put the blade on Song Yi's neck before he died, it was also a way to survive. But the body instinct did that.

He hit a few flying knives, and his body fell to the ground in an instant. He stepped on the ground, then twisted himself and rotated out the knife...

Keng---

At the moment of the crisp sound of the blade, he once again withdrew Zhan Peng's attack for a few steps, and even took a few steps back with the force from Zhan Peng's blade, but he still couldn't avoid the shock from the moment.

The sword was like electricity. Hao Anying held a knife to block it, but after all, he failed to catch the target of the blow because of hurry and slowness. Then the blade fell into the air and only cut through. Then his arm suddenly hurt, and his palm trembled and he could not continue to grasp the long knife.

The long knife fell to the ground, and his arm was pulled out of a wound by the dagger that was shaken out, and he was blood-stained in an instant! He raised his legs and continued to kick the figure that Fuyao forced him to come up, but he only saw that Fuyao's petite figure obliquely avoided his strong kick like a dexterous swallow. His chest was pressed by Fuyao's little hand, and then his huge body fell out like a heavy blow, and it spewed out of his mouth at the moment he fell to the ground. A mouthful of blood, and then a cold knife almost stuck to his throat as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Song Yi bent down, squatted and stared at Hao Anying's unwilling eyes, who just fell in front of him. He sneered and said, "Have you thought about it now?"

Hao Anying did not answer, staring at Song Yi coldly. His body collapsed and gave up the struggle, allowing the pain to invade the nerves of the whole body.

"I guess you haven't thought about it. Maybe you only saw the reward of your master's promise, but forgot that you may also die. Your master may not wink at you and won't wince when you go back. What do you think?" Song Yi turned the tip of the knife upside down, aimed at his throat and pressed it down slightly. He watched the blood come out under the tip of the knife.

"Let me guess again, are you from the capital?" Song Yi saw that Fu Yao and Zhan Peng had stood beside him, so he slightly loosened the blade a little, and then asked.

"I won't say it." Hao Anying finally opened his mouth with an unyielding look in his eyes.

"I'll let you say it!" Song Yi sneered, and then said to Zhan Peng, "Den him and take him back first..."

Zhan Peng squatted down, pressed down the acupuncture point in Hao Anying's neck, and then Hao Anyan, who was lying on the ground, fainted.

"Let's go. The carriage should be waiting outside the alley at this time." Song Yi said, and then turned around and left gracefully, but Fu Yao, who followed him, saw him wipe the palm of his hand at the hem of his clothes, and there was no blood stain! After thinking about it strangely for a while, Fuyao suddenly laughed. She suddenly understood that Song Yi's action just now should be to wipe the sweat stains on the palm of his clothes...

Song Yi turned around and asked in astonishment, "What are you laughing at?"

"So you will also be afraid, but you are just pretending to be very good." Fu shook his eyes and blinked and made fun of Song Yi with playful eyes.