Thousand Blades of Death

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Lu Xiaofeng needed to steal a piece of clothing, but Ma Yuan didn't need it at all, so he raised an eyebrow at Lu Xiaofeng, and the whole person was lost in the moonlight.

Virtual step, no human in this world can keep up with him.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed under his heart, but the rush of time made him too late to think. He quickly stolen a suit and mixed in while the guards were changing shifts.

He had already found a nearest road from the topographic map and reached the treasure house. On the road, he also met some guards who had just finished work, but he did not dodge, and others did not pay special attention to him.

After walking for a while, Lu Xiaofeng looked left and right until he was hit by a stone behind his shoulders, and he relaxed. He continued to walk forward, at least knowing that Ma Yuan would make him feel more at ease behind him.

Hidden in mid-air, Ma Yuan looked at Lu Xiaofeng underneath, and a figure leaped towards the front. In front was a peach blossom forest, and now there were no petals, but the dense foliage just covered his figure.

Lu Xiaofeng also ran here, looking for opportunities again, skimming out, and following behind the last one.

Both of them had already reached the periphery of the Wangfu treasure trove. Ma Yuan stood in the air and looked at the treasure trove, but did not find it difficult to break in.

But Lu Xiaofeng walked a few laps, and his heart gradually became cold. He looked back and suddenly flew over the roof.

Ma Yuan knew what he knew, and after thinking for a while, he also landed on the roof with Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng let out a sigh of relief, and finally saw Ma Yuan’s figure. He made a gesture to Ma Yuan that he shouldn’t act rashly, and then leaned down slightly, lifting a few roof tiles. There were actually three layers of iron mesh under the roof tile. , Even if there is a sword and sharp blade, it may not be able to cut off.

This treasure house is like an airtight iron box, not to mention flies, it seems that even the wind can't blow in. How did the embroidery thief get in?

Ma Yuan's gaze turned to the opposite bungalow. The bungalow was dark and without any lights, but his gaze was enough for night vision to see the scene clearly.

A white-clad swordsman was standing there looking straight here. His eyes were like cold stars. At the first sight of this person, Ma Yuan thought of Ximen blowing snow, but he felt that there was a peerless sword in his head. Ringing.

Ye Gucheng?

Feixian is more heavenly than Ma Yuan imagined, there is no breath of fireworks, why does such a person end up with Hong Chen's rights in the end.

On this side, Lu Xiaofeng already had no hope of finding a way into the treasure trove. He just wanted to quickly pull Ma Yuan away. He stood up and wanted to talk to Ma Yuan.

But seeing Ma Yuan frown, he suddenly drew his knife.

Originally Ma Yuan just wanted to watch, but because of him, now Lu Xiaofeng is facing away from Ye Gucheng, no matter how flexible he is, he can turn around, but the sword that wants to stop Ye Gucheng is too late. .

Virtual step, draw the knife.

To the thrill before him, Ma Yuan suddenly felt the moment the sword was swayed by the sword, but Ma Yuan suddenly felt that the sword seemed to be directed at him from the beginning.

When the swords collided, the two men retreated.

But Ma Yuan is obviously a lot easier, because his retreat is to pull Lu Xiaofeng off the roof. He wants to avoid fighting with Ye Gucheng. The swordsmen of this world are not weak. If they want to win completely, he must expose something.

But now is not the time.

As Ma Yuan and Lu Xiaofeng descended, the swordsman in white flew to the ground and looked at them coldly.

Lu Xiaofeng stood still, before he could ask Ma Yuan a word, he looked at the swordsman in white and stunned, said: "Master Baiyun?"

The man in white said coldly: "Can you see?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "Anyone can have such a fast sword except the Lord Baiyun." That is, he can feel the cold hair standing upside down. .

Ma Yuan looked at Ye Gucheng, frowning slightly, and suddenly said, "What about the flowers?"

When his words fell, Huamanlou and Jin Jiuling walked out quickly, with ambiguous smiles on their faces.

Ma Yuan sighed suddenly, inserted the knife back into the scabbard, folded her hands over her chest, "I originally thought you were coming to Xiaofeng."

Huamanlou smiled: "But I know you will not let him come alone."

"So I was pitted?" Ma Yuan really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Lu Xiaofeng touched his nose next to him. His eyes were a little hidden. After all, Ma didn't know that the plan was for him. He only followed him to protect him.

Ye Gucheng also withdrew his sword and looked at Ma Yuan, "Unfortunately you don't need a sword."

His tone was slow and slow.

Ma Yuanwei smiled, "Simon also said the same thing."

"Ximen blowing snow?" Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up, he looked at Ma Yuan, solemnly said: "You think, who's sword with me is faster."

Lu Xiaofeng was nervous for Ma Yuan just now, and is now nervous for Ximen. The people around him are all militants and people who are willing to give their lives for fighting. This really puts him under great pressure.

Ma Yuan pondered for a moment, he looked at Ye Gucheng, his eyes were a little complicated, "The sword of Ximen blowing snow is not as good as you now, but your future is not as good as him." He also spoke slowly, slowly, but let him be present Many people's faces have changed slightly.

In front of Ye Gucheng, saying that the future is not as good as others, is this not provoking?

Although Jin Jiuling could already detect that Ma Yuan was not weaker than Ximen blowing snow or Ye Gucheng, he immediately stood up and played the round field. "I have prepared the wine. They are all good wines kept in the palace. I usually drink it. Not available."

Huamanlou also echoed: "Yes, the people of the rivers and lakes know that he is a swordsman who wants alcohol and lives." He was joking.

Ma Yuanwei smiled.

The night is very good, at least looking at the cold Yexian Ye in front of you, you will feel the night is really good.

Ma Yuan was drinking a glass of wine, he looked at Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng also looked at him. He drank wine, Ye Gucheng drank boiled water.

Chapter 43

Ma Yuan could already guess what Ye Gucheng was going to say next, and he simply said: "I love it most in my life, just for drinking"

Ye Gucheng looked at him, "You should drink more."

Ma Yuan raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking at Ye Gucheng, "How do you say?"

Ye Gucheng calmly said: "You only have the smell of wine on your body. I know there is a person in this world. The more alcohol you drink, the more stable his knife is, the faster it will be!"

There is another atmosphere of daggers.

Lu Xiaofeng was nervous again. He kept drinking unconsciously, even faster than Ma Yuan. After all, Ma Yuan was still talking to Ye Gucheng.

Soon, Ma Yuan held the hip flask in front of herself, crying and smiling, watching the landing Xiaofeng, "You must grab a drink with me."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him, "Are you going to rob me this time, the taste of being betrayed?" He didn't know if he was angry, but he still had to vent.

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