Fuzhou City is developing very fast, and the planning is a bit out of date. There are still many houses outside the city wall. There are fewer people on the road than in the city. Ding Yi and Ye Zhanqing walk quickly, hoping to stay away from Fuzhou City as soon as possible.
A figure appeared on the roof next to the road. With a wave of his hand, a piece of cloth spread out in the sky, and the ground was like a big flag falling from the sky, covering Ding Yi and Ye Zanqing, as if the night suddenly came, two old men rushed down from high places on both sides of the house, and pedestrians on the road flew in shock.
“I have been waiting for you for a long time!” Ding Yi stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Zhanqing, pounced on one side of the house, pushing the person at the door, “Go through the back door.” He rushed out of the back door with big strides!
Two old men, one with a bald head and the other with white hair, grabbed the curtain and tore it. They saw two big horses standing in place, constantly digging their hooves, very uneasy! Ding Yi and the other two disappeared.
The man on the roof stretched out his hand and pointed: “Over there, I ran from behind the house!”
A long distance was running and the two old men were not far from Ding Yi, and there were still several people running and intercepting them on the roof!
Ding Yi once again disliked Rama’s body on his back. It was difficult to run away or hide with this thing. It was really troublesome!
Turning around the corner, two big men with smiles appeared in front of them, holding a long sword, and Bai Hong thrust his sword straight.
“Get out.” Ye Zhanqing’s water-piercing sword in his hand intervened with the man’s long sword on the left, and he looked as he was shaken aside. His sword bent and pierced into the man’s neck diagonally. Ding Yizhuanlun sword slashed out from top to bottom. The man on the right was forced by momentum and could not help but withdraw his sword and block it. The man and the sword were chopped in half!
After being blocked, two old men rushed over, the bald old man ran away from Ye Zhanqing, and the white-haired old man ran away from Ding Yi, and instantly they each found their own goals.
The old man with white hair moved like the wind, slashing with one sword, straight up and down, Ding raised his sword to block it horizontally, Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding moves remained heavier than the other. Obviously, seeing Ding Yi slashing with a sword just now, he was not angry and wanted to fight back! Ding Yihu’s mouth was bleeding, and his heart moved. When the next knife came, his hand was loosened. The knife slashed on the sword without any resistance. It hit the ground with a bang. The white-haired old man couldn’t help but lean forward. Ding Yi’s right hand was like a knife, slashing towards the back of the old man’s neck. The old man suddenly rushed forward, his body rushed forward, his arm turned around, and he slashed his backhand. Ding Yi retreated quickly. The old man turned around and said, “It’s interesting. He is not very smart. I almost said.” He stepped forward, and the sword appeared in front of Ding Yi as before. This time, without a sword, the opponent was extremely fast and he defeated others with force. The old man forced Ding Yi into a desperate situation with a simple move!
The bald old man grabbed Ye Zhanqing with his hands and grabbed Ye Zhanqing. The Ye Zhanqing’s water-breaking sword pierced the old man’s chest. The old man grabbed the sword with his right hand, bullying himself and moving forward quickly. His hands were as hard as iron, and he was not afraid of the sword. Ye Zhanqing’s hand shook, and the sword body bent from the old man’s hand, and the tip of the sword pointed to the old man’s right shoulder. The old man made a palm with his left hand, protecting it on his shoulder, and tapped the palm of his palm, and a tingling sound was like a stone in the middle. The old man slaps his sword with his right hand and hit Ye Zhanqing’s wrist. The water-breaking sword fell to the ground, strangle Ye Zhanqing’s neck and pressed it against the wall.
Ding Yi side of his body, avoided a single knife, poked his fingers in front of his white-haired old man directly into the eyes. The old man lowered his head slightly and poked his fingers hard on the old man’s forehead. However, the old man ignored it and slapped Ding Yi’s chest with one sword. Ding Yi lies on the ground, covered in blood, coughing constantly, unable to get up, and is seriously injured and dying. If the gold medal sewn on the inside of the underwear blocked the heavy blow, Ding Yizhi would have had his sternum broken. The old man’s forehead was pierced by his nails, and two blood beads oozed out.
A sighed, and the old man unexpectedly Ding Yi was not dead. “Take the sword guide and spare you all!” The white-haired old man stood beside the bald old man, looking down at Ding Yi. Ye Zhanqing pinched the bald old man’s hands with both hands and slapped them hard, making useless struggles, his face was already dark red.