Zhao Boduan went to Feike Teahouse for several consecutive days to listen to the old man's storytelling. Recently, he had nothing to do, and there was still some days before Liu Zhengfeng's hand washing ceremony, so he was pretty good at going to the teahouse for entertainment.

On the way to the teahouse again, when passing a remote abandoned temple, Zhao Boduan heard a voice in his ears, "Mu Gaofeng, kill my brother, I, Ouyang, will kill you dozens of swords to avenge them!" It came from the temple. He felt aroused in his heart and thought: Mu Gaofeng's martial arts can be comparable to a martial arts master like Yu Canghai, but his reputation is too bad. Now someone boasts about killing him, and there is a good show now.

Zhao Boduan, who was curious, quietly walked to the disappeared wooden window and looked inward from the wide open mouth. He saw that there was blood flowing all over the ground and corpses everywhere. More than a dozen bloody corpses were spread in a mess on the bumpy yellow earth ground, making people feel scared.

From the lattice marks on the ground, you can vaguely see the traces left by the stone slabs. The smooth stone slabs laid on the loess have long been pried away, leaving behind this ugly scar. I don’t know why the former owner hurriedly abandoned them, leaving such a huge area of ​​abandoned buildings.

Two people stood directly opposite the center of the house, looking at each other, but their expressions were very different. One person was about fifty years old, bent over and hunched, with a haggard body, holding a curving strange sword in his hand, with a contempt. The middle of the sword ridge was bent upward, making a hunchback look, which was very interesting to his hunchback.

The other man was much younger than forty years old, and was a strong middle-aged man with a strong body, holding a thick back sword in his hand. He was muscular, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long knife mark on his left face, which ran across his left face, and his face was filled with anger.

There was also a young beggar dressed in rags, with his hair disheveled, covering half of his face, and his hunched back was hunched in the corner, staring firmly at the two people confronting each other.

Hey, why did he see Lin Pingzhi again? Why did this guy pretend to be hunchbacked? When he arrived here, Zhao Boduan was puzzled. At this time, he heard the stout man named Ouyang Yidao speak. He no longer thought about Lin Pingzhi's questions, but listened carefully.

Ouyang Yidao's noodles were red, like a cooked prawn, obviously furious: "Go to your Mugaofeng, you first robbed our Heifeng Village, and I brought my brothers to settle the score with you. I didn't expect that you have killed so many brothers today. I want to kill you and chop you into meat sauce!"

The thin Mu Gaofeng narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Your horizontal practice is good. You look very good at seeing your abundant energy and blood, and you have a small achievement, but you can't stop my sword. I advise you to retreat quickly and not die." After saying that, he waved the camel sword in his hand, causing the tip of the sword to shake left and right a few times, looking extremely despised.

Ouyang Yidao did not rush forward directly, obviously he was a little concerned about Mu Gaofeng's martial arts. The people lying on the ground could prove this. In a blink of an eye, he thought, his right foot paused heavily on the ground, leaving a footprint as deep as an inch, and a large stream of dust flew up from the ground, making a dull loud noise.

With this powerful force, Ouyang Yidao was like a big frog. He jumped to Lin Pingzhi, pointed at his dirty head with the tip of the knife, and said sternly: "Mu Tuozi, now I will give you a chance. As long as you hand over the property that robbed Heifeng Village, I will not kill this little Tuozi."

Mu Gaofeng said lightly: "You just kill this little hunch, don't worry about my opinion." He didn't care at all.

Ouyang Yidao said in confusion: "You don't care about the life or death of your younger generation? It's true that you are a guy with indifferent family affection. But why did you come out when we caught this kid? This is unreasonable."

"Haha!" Mu Gaofeng laughed a long time, his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was very happy, and said in a low voice: "I am not close to this kid, why do I care about his life or death? I just came out to see your trump card before. Ouyang Yidao, your trump card is this little camel? It's really ridiculous!"

Ouyang Yidao didn't know that he was fooled by this treacherous hunchback. Of course he didn't feel good when he was fooled by someone as a monkey. He was immediately angry. He looked at the little hunchback beside him, and the big knife slashed his neck, obviously trying to take him out of breath.

Mu Gaofeng looked at it quietly, without any intention of saving people, and there was a smile on his lips. It seemed that he felt superior to others' IQ. Naturally, a life or death that had nothing to do with people was not taken seriously.

Lin Pingzhi heard the whistling waves, and the strong wind brought by the sword had come before the blade. Strands of knife energy stimulated the neck, causing the pores on it to close, and his whole body was trembling with fear. How could he think that he was suddenly regarded as a punching bag and immediately faced a survival crisis.

"Ah! Don't kill me." Lin Pingzhi shouted in a low voice, but the sword still did not stop and continued to come towards his straight neck.

Am I going to die? I didn’t expect that Lin Pingzhi, I, died in a dilapidated temple. But I was unwilling to give up! Although I found out clearly that my parents had escaped from Yu Canghai, I must take revenge for destroying my family. I have suffered so much and cannot be in vain. I must take revenge! Lin Pingzhi kept shouting in his heart.

Facing the threat of life and death, Lin Pingzhi, who had a sharp electrocardiogram, suddenly lay down on the ground, rolled to the right, and distanced the attacking blade from himself. After a moment of stopping, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Senior Mu, Yu Canghai of Qingcheng Sect is chasing the boy in order to steal my martial arts secrets. Please ask Senior Mu to help me."

Mu Gaofeng, who was watching the show, suddenly heard words such as Yu Canghai and Secret Books, and was shocked. He thought: It would not take much effort to save this kid from Ouyang Yidao. If this kid dares to deceive himself, he will cut him into pieces. He kicked his feet out, bowed his back and grabbed Lin Pingzhi with his right hand, and came to Ouyang Yidao two feet behind him.

Mu Gaofeng took Lin Pingzhi on his hand and went to the ground with a rough sound. With a "bang", a large piece of dust splashed, and said, "Boy, tell me clearly. If you dare to lie to me, "Famous Camel in the North of the Frontier", I will teach you how life is worse than death."

Ouyang saw that Lin Pingzhi was about to be killed by him, and at least he could do it. Unexpectedly, Mu Gaofeng suddenly rescued the person, which was obviously angering himself to death. He felt so depressed that he was about to burst into anger. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Damn the hunchback, and he said that the little hunchback had nothing to do with you, why did he save him again? It's so shameless."

Mu Gaofeng heard Ouyang Yidao scolding him for being hunched many times. Although he had already seen the deformity in his body, he was scolded one after another and was very angry. He made up his mind to kill Ouyang Yidao here, otherwise the anger in his chest would not be able to come out.

"Okay, you bullshit, let's see how I deal with you!" Before he finished speaking, he arched his body, first lit Lin Pingzhi's acupoint, preventing him from escaping, and then rushed towards Ouyang Yidao. He was really like a camel with a hunch, but no camel could kill people with a sword.

Ouyang Yidao did not dare to neglect. Seeing Mu Gaofeng's figure dragging shadows, he knew that he could not catch up with his speed, so he waved a big knife weighing fifteen or sixteen pounds in his right hand, as if holding a straw, protecting himself tightly.

Mu Gaofeng's camel sword in his hand was much lighter than Ouyang Yidao's big sword. When he saw him use a tight sword light, he naturally refused to touch him head-on. He moved his left shoulder and continued to move to the left, trying to go around to the side.

Ouyang Yidao waited for his leisure, and his body turned slightly, facing Mu Gaofeng again, so he would never allow him to attack his weak side. From behind, he said with a smile: "Camel, do you dare to fight with the uncle head-on? I don't know, the big knife in the uncle's hand can cut off your ugly camel sword with just one knife. The knife in the uncle's name is not a waste of time!"

Mu Gaofeng saw the sword spinning like a wheel, and knew that the force accumulated on it was amazing. If his camel sword hit him directly, it would be cut into pieces. He had to continue turning around in circles and try to find a place where the sword light could not be protected.

Ouyang Yidao's body is like a strong tower pier. In fact, it is a sign of the success of horizontal practice. His strength is amazing. It is no problem to swing hundreds of pounds of heavy objects for an hour. Moreover, the effort he spent less than the Mu Gaofeng who kept spinning around. If this continues, his chances of winning will increase greatly.

Mu Gaofeng, who had been spinning for more than ten times in a row, always aimed at Ouyang Yidao's front, and his plan to attack his back failed. Even if he pulled out three or four afterimages that were temporarily left in the air during his run, it would be useless. He could not confuse Ouyang Yidao, who seemed to be rough.

Mu Gaofeng felt a little bored and cursed the guy in front of him, who seemed stupid like a cow, but was actually very smart, and it was difficult to find his weakness for a while. This man's big sword was five feet long, and even his feet were protected by the light of the sword while waving. It was so tight.

After turning seven or eight circles, Mu Gaofeng saw that it was really difficult to break through Ouyang Yidao's dense sword light, and he couldn't help but think of his biggest trump card in his heart.

Mu Gaofeng bowed and almost ran to the yellow earth ground. He pointed the high hump on his back towards Ouyang Yidao, and pinched somewhere in his sleeve with his left hand. A stream of black water rushed out like an arrow from the hump and shot towards Ouyang Yidao's head. There was no protection from the sword light.

Ouyang Yidao suddenly saw a stream of black water shooting at him, and from a distance he smelled a scent of fish and shrimp that was ten times as rotten as it was. He immediately knew that the poisonous water was extraordinary, so he had to flash to the right and dance the sword even more urgently. Most of the black water flashed by him, and a small part of the black water was blocked by the strong sword light, but a slight sound of hissing came from the surface of the knife.

Ouyang saw that the surface of the knife had been corroded by the poisonous water. The toxicity of the black water was obviously extremely severe. If it was poured onto the body by the black water, the consequences would be unimaginable. He was very scared and shouted loudly: "The dead hunchback, he actually released poison. What a good man." He didn't know that this poisonous water was made up of Mu Gaofeng's mixed poisons in the desert. It was extremely severe.

Mu Gaofeng smiled and said, "I have never said that I will not poison it." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ouyang Yidao stopped slightly, and the camel sword in his hand caused a burst of whistling waves, like a ghost crying and howling, quickly attacking his abdomen.

Now Mu Gaofeng used all his strength and used twelve points of internal force. His right hand and the camel sword seemed to merge into one, like a poisonous snake flying towards the target, extremely fast.

Ouyang Yidao was so negligent, and was taken advantage of by the enemy. He suddenly fell into a disadvantage. A big knife made a breakthrough with his left and right, barely blocking Mu Gaofeng's fast sword. He fell step by step, and Ouyang Yidao faced his opponent who was far more agile than his own. He could no longer take the initiative, and the light of the sword in his hand gradually shrank.

After more than ten moves, Mu Gaofeng stabbed Ouyang Yidao's upper arm with a sword, and a little inch of flesh was inserted, and blood kept flowing out of the wound. Ouyang Yidao was attacked by continuous sword lights, and he didn't even have the ability to point acupoints and stop bleeding.

After the two fought for more than fifty moves, Ouyang Yidao had four or five more shallow wounds on his body, and blood kept flowing out, wetting the small piece of ground under him. As the blood continued to flow, his strength became much smaller, and his speed of swinging the knife became much slower, which was obviously too fast.

After five moves, Ouyang roared with a roar, his pale face twisted, and he looked like he was gritting his teeth. He no longer cared about the curved camel sword inserted into his heart. He used all his strength with both hands and quickly slashed towards Mu Gaofeng's left hand.

Mu Gaofeng was too close to Ouyang Yidao and had no time to change his moves. He barely avoided his body and let the big sword slide over his left arm. However, at this time he also stabbed the sword into Ouyang Yidao's heart.

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Chapter completed!