Chapter 3

Yan Dufei's body trembled slightly. He didn't know what kind of magical weapon Yang Zhenzhong used, but he actually cut off his long sword in an instant and chopped Leng Tiexin into two pieces.

"Why haven't you taken action yet?"

Yang Zhenzhong said, then smiled slightly and said: "I forgot, swordsman Yan's sword was broken."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. The long sword that Leng Tiexin had fallen into the muddy water suddenly bounced up and flew straight towards Yan Dufei with a "hoo" sound.

With a "pop" sound, the long sword was pierced on a pillar beside Yan Dufei. The sword blade penetrated three points into the pillar. The hilt of the sword shook slightly, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring.

"Draw out your sword!"

Yang Zhenzhong sneered.

His laughter didn't stop when Yan Dufei suddenly raised his head and drew his sword with his backhand. Before Yang Zhenzhao could wrap his hands into his sleeves, Yan Dufei's sword merged into one, and the long sword stabbed three inches into his chest.

Yan Dufei's internal strength may not be as good as Leng Tiexin's, but his sword is faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than Leng Tiexin's.

Therefore, he believed that as long as Yang Zhenzhong allowed himself to draw a sword due to his carelessness, he would definitely die from this sword.

Seeing that his sword was about to pierce Yang Zhenzhong's chest, he saw Yang Zhenzhong stretched out his hands and waved his right hand, and there was an extremely thin scimitar in his hand. This knife was thin and long, and the blade was extremely soft.

, it snakes and leaps like a poisonous snake.

Yan Dufei was shocked. He knew that Yang Zhenzhong was unparalleled in the Central Plains with Shaolin kung fu and Tibetan secret martial arts, but he never knew that he could use a weapon, let alone that his weapon was such a weird scimitar.

As soon as Yang Zhenzhong took out his sword, he shrank back, and the scimitar suddenly stabbed out, and like a poisonous snake, it quickly wrapped around Yan Dufei's long sword.

Yan Dufei felt his sword sinking, and the sword could no longer be thrust out.

Yang Zhenzhong burst out laughing, only to hear three crisp sounds of "kick-kack-kack", Yan Dufei's long sword had been broken into four pieces, and was cut off by Yang Zhenzhong's strange knife.

Yan Dufei was so frightened that he was about to turn around and run away when Yang Zhenzhong turned the handle of the knife upside down and hit him hard on the "Tanzhong" point on his chest. Yan Dufei groaned and felt his eyes go dark, and his body immediately fell limp and faint.

Hearing Yang Zhenzhong say: "I won't kill you, but I will slowly process you!"

I don’t know how much time passed, but Yan Dufei slowly opened his eyes. There was a candle like a bean in front of him, which was shaking unsteadily. Yan Dufei realized that he was lying in a pile of straw, with heavy iron cuffs on his hands and feet.

, was actually locked in a cell.

"Where am I?"

Yan Dufei murmured to himself. After a long time, he remembered the heavy blow from Yang Zhenzhong.

"His knife, his knife!"

When Yan Dufei thought of the snake-like scimitar, his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"You bastard, you're done eating, why don't you get over here?"

Someone shouted loudly, and Yan Dufei looked up, only to see a rough man standing outside the wooden fence, with a big wooden barrel at his feet, looking at him with disdain.

"Death thief, if I talk to you when I'm old, are you deaf?"

When the man saw that Yan Dufei didn't answer, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Yan Dufei had never been insulted like this before. He raised his arms and was about to step forward to take action. He heard a crash and the iron cuffs that locked his arms shook, but they were not broken. With his martial arts

, the iron cuffs were broken as if they were nothing, but these iron cuffs were made of fine iron, with heavenly silk melted in them, which was stronger than gold and steel, and Yan Dufei was able to shake it continuously.

"You, a condemned criminal, are so arrogant when your death is imminent. This is a factory prison, and no one has ever been able to escape alive, so just accept your fate!"

After the man finished speaking, he kicked the barrel over, only to find half a barrel of dark gruel inside. The man cursed, "You're going to die, you thief, so it's okay if you don't eat this meal."

The man left cursing, and Yan Dufei sat down slumped. He knew that the factory prison was controlled by the eunuchs of the East Factory, who specialized in arresting ministers of the DPRK and China. Anyone caught in the factory prison would be tortured before being killed.

.If Yan flies alone on weekdays, he would not be afraid, but now that he is trapped by others, he has no choice but to not be afraid.

There was no daylight in the cell, and Yan Dufei didn't know whether it was day or night outside. After about two hours, he heard the sound of footsteps. He looked up in shock, and saw a person standing outside the fence, looking at him coldly.

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"Yan Dufei, do you still recognize me?"

This man was wearing the clothes of an imperial guard. He was about 20 years old. Yan Dufei saw that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. The man saw that he had a blank look on his face, and he smiled and said: "Yan Dufei

Sir, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much. I almost died by your senior brother's sword last night, why did you forget so soon?"

Yan Dufei suddenly remembered that this person was the guard who was kicked by Leng Tiexin last night and couldn't get up. When he and Leng Tiexin sneaked into the imperial study, the guard was waiting outside the study and did not notice the two of them.

Whereabouts, he is not a first-rate master in martial arts. Yan Dufei laughed and said: "Who am I telling you? It turns out to be the Lord Guard."

The guard was Li Qiufeng. He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and shouted: "You two entered the palace at night. That is a death penalty for the Nine Clan. I'm here to kill you to prevent you from suffering the countless tortures in this prison."

You should thank me!"

"Hey, are you ashamed of being defeated by my brother's sword, so you come here to kill someone to vent your anger?"

Yan Dufeng said with a mocking look.

Li Qiufeng's face turned red, and then he shouted sternly: "It's useless to talk more, just wait for death."

Yan Dufei watched him open the cell door and push forward step by step with a knife. His heart palpitated and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait a minute! I have something to tell you. After you listen, then kill me."

It’s not too late either.”
Chapter completed!