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Eight hundred and eighty-eighth chapter good fight

Chapter 888 What a fight

The masked man holding a long sword was stunned, and no one of them dared to rush over.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at more than a dozen masked people and said with a smile: "If you want to live a few more days, you must promise me something."

Dozens of masked men looked at each other, one of them asked in a hoarse voice like a duck, "What's the matter?"

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "Put down the knife and get out of me."

The masked man's eyes flashed and he agreed, "Okay!" As soon as the word "Okay", the masked man suddenly jumped into the air, "Shan Tai pressed the top of the top", and the big knife slashed straight down.

The big sword did not slash at Luo Xiaofeng, but at the fat-faced monk.

The fat-faced monk screamed, turned over and fell to the ground, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Luo Xiaofeng was stunned and sneered: "I didn't expect that you even killed your own people."

The masked man didn't answer, "The autumn wind swept away and was idle."

Three more masked men secretly surrounded him.

In a quiet night, three rays of light suddenly appeared under the dim oil lamp.

Three masked men and three long swords slashed at Luo Xiaofeng from three different directions.

Luo Xiaofeng turned his body, and three sharp flashes disappeared immediately.

The three masked people felt their wrists numb. When they came to their senses, the long swords in their hands disappeared.

The three long swords were easily taken away by Luo Xiaofeng. If they hadn't experienced them personally, they wouldn't have believed that there would be such things in the world.

Although these three masked men are not top experts, each of them has good skills. Among the three, some once slashed the three-inch-thick stone tablet in half with one knife. Some once shattered the neighbor's house with one palm, beating the fat man Mao, the head of the household, and smashed the disobedient woman with a finger. These three masked men all thought they were great heroes who stood tall and stood tall. They never dreamed that in front of this young man, they all turned into soft-shelled eggs, which were vulnerable. This was incredible. It was because of the incredible that they felt scared. It was because of the fear that they died faster. Three long swords flew out roaring.

Before the three masked men who raided Luo Xiaofeng could react, their throats were pierced by a long knife.

The masked man with a duck-like voice exclaimed. As soon as his mouth opened, the half-cut knife on the ground suddenly bounced.

The masked man with a duck-like voice suddenly protruded. The half-cut knife on the ground flew into his mouth without bias.

In the blink of an eye, four corpses were added to the ground.

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The shadows of whips are everywhere. The blind coachman dances the long whip in his hand like flying, and it is impossible to penetrate the wind and rain.

Lei Laosan had fired seven different hidden weapons in one breath. These hidden weapons include sleeve arrows, flying knives, poison needles, and even poisonous caltrops. All of these hidden weapons were shot down by the long whip of the blind river light.

Sweat was already oozing from the tip of the third son of Lei's nose. He suddenly screamed and broke out of the window.

The blind coachman He Guang repelled the siege of four masked men. He flew out the window and chased Lei Laosan in the direction where he ran away.

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the masked people around him coldly, and then slowly walked out.

The masked people around them were holding the long sword in their hands tightly, but no one dared to stop Luo Xiaofeng. Luo Xiaofeng's performance just now had completely calmed them down.

The night is vast and the Milky Way is like a belt. Under the faint moonlight, there are two confrontational figures in front of them.

After a few ups and downs, Luo Xiaofeng was approaching.

Under the faint moonlight, Lei Laosan's face was distorted and deformed.

The blind coachman He Guang stared at Lei Laosan tightly. His dead gray eyes had turned red, as if they would burn at any time.

In the night wind, the leaves rustled.

Lei Laosan gritted his teeth, suddenly leaned over, and rolled towards the grass on the right.

The blind coachman He Guang sneered, and his figure had already risen.

Luo Xiaofeng, who was standing aside, suddenly shouted: "Senior, be careful, there is someone above your head."

The blind coachman Ha Guang was stunned, and he looked up in a hurry.

In the dark night, a rain of flowers suddenly appeared on the pine trees above the bald head of the blind coachman. The crystal clear little flowers shone brightly under the hazy moonlight.

The blind coachman Ha Guang's face changed. In desperation, he suddenly pulled out the long whip from his waist.

The long whip dances, and the flowers and rain fly.

Luo Xiaofeng was holding an exquisite little flower in his hand. He stared at the pure white petals and couldn't help but frown.

This exquisite little flower is made of steel. The edges of the petals are sharper than the newly sharpened blade. These seemingly exquisite little flowers are actually fatal hidden weapons.

Flowers and rains sprinkled. A man was slowly falling down on the tall pine trees.
Chapter completed!
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