Chapter 20 Ambush

Wu Kui paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. He suddenly stopped and squinted at Lan Feng, a man in black with his head down. He was furious and slapped on the table beside him, and a crack suddenly appeared on the table.

This palm made Lan Feng shocked, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

Wu Kui cut his teeth angrily, filled his chest with anger, and then swept the items on the table to the ground, and the inkstone broke in half as it fell to the ground.

Lan Feng still lowered his head. Even so, he did not dare to look up.

"Waste, a class of waste, what's the use of raising your waste?" Wu Kui said angrily, "Dozens of people can't stop a few stinky monks."

"Originally, we have won, and we don't want to drop a woman in pink from the sky. This woman's martial arts are very good, and a long dance is fascinating." Lan Feng lowered his head and thought of the woman in pink.

"You lost to a woman?" Wu Kui's face was full of blue veins because of anger.

"The master is angry. This woman's martial arts skills are very strange. Looking at a light-spirited long silk, she is extremely strong. If the 'swordsmanship' of the prince in blue is the best in the world, the long silk of the pink woman is better than a few." Lan Feng raised his head and saw that the master was suspicious.

"As far as I know, I have never seen any sect in the world that uses Changling." Wu Kui stared at Lan Feng with narrow eyes, thinking that Lan Feng had followed him for many years, and this person would never be faked.

"The following sentences are true, and I don't dare to deceive the master at all." Lan Feng's face is expressionless, with a slender bronze-like skin tone, knife-cut eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a cold temperament unique to a killer.

"This group of monks must have gone to Songshan Shaolin Temple. Now they have passed Luocheng. If they arrive at Songshan, they can't do it." Wu Kui sighed, and the western region was eager for the sword score.

"Why can't you do it when you get to Songshan?" Lan Feng is puzzled.

"Sonshan Shaolin Temple is a temple appointed by the royal family. Isn't moving it equivalent to moving the emperor?" Wu Kui's eyes were full of fierce light.

"Isn't it a matter of time to move the emperor?"

"You bastard, how can you talk nonsense about this?" Wu Kui pretended to be angry.

"Yes, I know what's wrong." Lan Feng lowered his head and thought about what the old fox was pretending to be: "It's too bright. You can come to the dark."

Wu Kui took a look at Lan Feng, touched his chin and thought for a moment: "No, we can only get the sword score before they reach Song Mountain. Once we get to Song Mountain, we can't do it again."

"I have a countdown." Lan Feng came forward.

"Say"

"If we can't get the sword spectrum, we can forge a book. The king of the Western Regions has never seen the 'decisive sword' sword spectrum. The Taishi has a lot of imitation of the sword spectrum." Lan Feng looked at the master and whispered.

"Are you a fool to be the king of the Western Regions?" The master stared at him angrily, but Lan Feng was right. Even he, the master, had never seen the 'defeat sword' sword score, not to mention that he was a king of the Western Regions.

"Now a prince in blue is really difficult to deal with. Add a woman in pink. In addition, this woman is more difficult to deal with than a prince in blue, and the time is so tight. What should we do?"

"Who is this woman in pink?" Wu Kui frowned with an old face, and his eyes were deep but bright. What school in the world uses Changling? He couldn't think of it for a moment and had no clue.

"I don't know that I have no chance of winning with her, and I can't get close to her, let alone win." Lan Feng was ashamed. He thought he was exquisite in martial arts, but he didn't want to be close to her. Fortunately, the woman in pink had no intention to kill her, but was deliberately involved. Otherwise, Lan Feng would have already returned to the west: "All I know is that this woman in pink calls the prince in blue."

"Is her martial arts so advanced?" Wu Kui thought that Lan Feng was already a first-class master, and even he couldn't get close to him. You can imagine how powerful this is.

Wu Kui sighed again. It seems that this sword score is really difficult to win. A young man in blue is already difficult to deal with. Now there is a woman in pink. She is so hard that she can only wait for wisdom.

"Blue Peak..." Wu Kui motioned him to get close to his ear... It's like this..."

"Yes... I'm going right now."

Three horses rode in the woods, and the two carriages moved forward slowly. The carriages bumped all the way. The people in the carriage were very uncomfortable but helpless.

Meng Dawei felt uncomfortable in the carriage and couldn't help lifting the curtains and leaning out his head: "Where is your brother?"

Ling Tianhong saw this: "Shrink your head back. I don't know where I've been here, but it's not far from Songshan."

"This carriage has been riding for two days, and the speed is extremely slow and bumpy all the way, which is really uncomfortable." Meng Dawei said impatiently through the window.

"Patience for a few more days." Ling Tianhong was talking and suddenly heard a loud noise in front of him: "There is someone in front of you. Be careful."

When I was about to go, I saw a team to welcome the family. The sedan chair was placed aside, and the team was divided into two factions to quarrel.

Smell: "Are you unreasonable? This silver has been agreed in advance. How can it be such a scoundrel? A young strong man shouted angrily to a sedan chair man in red.

"You only talk about the suburbs. How do you know it's so far away? If you don't double it, we won't lift it. The leading sedan chair man held his chest in his hands and looked like a sedan chair if you don't give money.

"You, aren't you knocking on the bamboo pole halfway?" The strong man's angry face turned blue.

Ling Tianhong and others rode on horseback and saw a group of people clamoring for foot money, so they didn't care and wanted to continue to move forward.

Seeing this, the strong man hurriedly stopped him: "This young man, you come to judge. How can there be a reason to raise the price halfway?"

When Ling Tianhong saw that he blocked the way, he had to get off the horse.

At this time, the leading sedan chair also came over: "Son, you can judge us. It's just the suburbs, but now it's a long way out of the city, but this guy said that it's less than half the way. Isn't he trying to deceive us?"

The young man pretended to be said, "I didn't say it was in the suburbs at that time."

"Aren't you a scoundrel?"

Ling Tianhong squeezed his mouth and said, "Everyone has something to discuss. There are still important things to do. Good bye."

When the sedan chair man saw him turn around and hurriedly wince at the strong man, the strong man stabbed Ling Tianhong with a knife in his sleeve.

The abbot looked on the horse and couldn't help shouting, "Be careful" and got off immediately.

Ling Tianhong heard the sound of the wind in his ear, bent forward to avoid a knife, and then raised his foot and lifted it back. The strong man also dodged his foot.

The sedan chairman pulled out a long knife from the sedan chair and waved towards Ling Tianhong.

Everyone got off their horses and carriages and fought with them with weapons. This is a fake family team. The ambush here is just to attack Ling Tianhong and others unprepared.

Many people in the same color are emerging from the edge. Ling Tianhong wants to see that the team that welcomes them is just testing them. These people who emerge are real killers.

The two sides entered a fierce battle, and the sound of sword collision in the woods was endless.

In the chaos, none of the nine people had time to take care of others. Their opponents were so skilled in martial arts that they had to concentrate on dealing with them.

Uncle Hai kept turning his wrists, and a tiger and tiger dancing with a long sword was powerful, and his moves were fast and fierce. A killer who retreated repeatedly retreated to Uncle Hai's side, was slapped on the top of his head by Uncle Hai's deep internal skills, and immediately fell to the ground and died.

Although the abbot is nearly sixty years old, his sword is not old. A set of Taiji sword dance is also soft and elegant. It seems to be elegant and powerless, but it makes his opponent die with a sword.

After fighting for half an hour, thick blood can be seen everywhere on the ground, and the blood is strangely red.

Ling Tianhong was surrounded by several strong martial arts thimists, and their swords collided with each other. The more these people killed, the more brave they became, and their eyes showed fierce light.

Ling Tianhong stole a gap and jumped up into the air and hit one of the thims. The other party hurriedly stepped back and still did not retreat. He was hit by his sword on his head, and his head was cut in half from the middle.

The thugs around Tianhong saw that his moves were getting more and more fierce, and they couldn't help swarming up and aimed at him with all their strength to kill him; Ling Tianhong did not dare to neglect, and a long sword kept waving, leaving no gap for the enemy.

Mars splashes everywhere, and the sword is ruthless. If you are not careful, you will have a different place.

At this time, Meng Dawei was already injured. He was hit by a sword in the chest. The clothes on his chest were already red. He covered the wound with one hand and dragged the wound with the sword in the other hand.

Every time Meng Dawei exerted his strength, the blood came out. Too much blood loss had made his lips pale. With the loss of blood and the exhaustion of energy, his eyes gradually became blurred; a cold light flashed a long sword and pierced his abdomen, and the long sword penetrated his abdomen.

"Dawei" Master Fang shouted and jumped over with a sword, and killed the thrut who had no time to pull out Dawei's sword.

Master Fang held Meng Dawei in one hand and waved his sword in the other hand to resist.

"Nanno... I..." Dawei had no strength, and there was no sound on his head.

The shout of "Dawei" Master Fang resounded through the woods. He put down Dawei and stared at the enemy with murderous intent in his eyes. A sword and countless light and shadows sprinkled on the enemy's head. Anger and sadness made him burst into great lethality, and every move used all his strength to chop the enemy.

Ling Tianhong saw Dawei fall, and his anger made his face turn green, and a pair of cold eyes were full of murderous intent. He stepped back and jumped up the long sword and swept it. Suddenly, the sword spirit was full of fire. The fallen leaves shot at the enemy like a dagger. After landing, a sword was cut diagonally. In an instant, a silver light was cut out, and the enemy on the left side was diagonally split. In two sections, a deep sword mark was left on the ground swept by the sword wind.

At this time, Ling Tianhong was already extremely angry. Every move was extremely cruel and powerful, which made the enemy scared.

The enemy did not dare to rush forward. Ling Tianhong stared at them coldly. The sword in his hand was stained with blood, and the blood flowed along the sword and fell to the ground.

After all, the abbot was nearly sixty years old and gradually lost his physical strength. He was beaten back to the edge of the sedan chair by two killers. However, he didn't expect that a long knife stretched out of the sedan chair and stabbed him in the back fiercely. The abbot was shocked and did not rush to turn around and stabbed the two killers in front of him at the same time. The long sword lifted one open, and the other stabbed him in the chest. .

The abbot fell to the ground, and a woman in a wedding dress came out of the sedan chair, looking at Ling Tianhong with a cold face.

Ling Tianhong turned his head and saw the fallen abbot. He rushed over and shot at the woman in red with a sword.