Seeing Yuan Feng arriving here so early, everyone shook their heads and sighed. Although this kid is stupid, he is an out-and-out hot-blooded man. It was worthwhile for the folks of Shibalibao to take him in.
Today's big boss Zhao is different from the past. He has a cowhide belt around his waist and a long sword without a sheath in his hand. He looks a bit like a high-roller from the northwest. He waved his hand and said: "You fool, what are you doing here? A kid's family can't do anything."
, go back and hide quickly."
Yuan Feng could not move.
But Hu Laizi said: "Well, he is still a man from Shibali Fort. If the fort is in trouble, even if he hides, he will not escape death, so let him stay."
The elder Zhao nodded: "In that case, just stand back. After the gentlemen have finished their work, it will be your little one's turn. Ding'an, go and look after the fool."
Just as Zhao Ding'an was about to come over and pull Yuan Feng, Yuan Feng stood up and said calmly: "You can't deal with Duyi Dao."
Everyone was shocked. It was the first time that the fool spoke in front of others. Everyone couldn't believe their ears, but looking at the fool's shining eyes and calm demeanor, it was clear that these words came from his mouth.
of.
"We can't do it? Who can?" everyone asked.
"I" the fool still said in a calm tone.
Crazy, this kid must be crazy. A teenage boy who is not as tall as a mute aunt and is so dark and skinny that he can be blown away by a gust of wind dares to shout about dealing with Youyi Dao. He is really crazy.
"Is it just your boning knife?" Zhao asked in disbelief.
Everyone looked over and saw that there was a boning knife stuck in the fool's waist. It was sharp enough, but it was only eight inches long. It was not enough for a woman to use for self-defense. It would be a joke to use this to fight a swordsman.
But at this time of year, no one can laugh.
"He was the one who killed me with one less knife." Hu Laizi said.
After hearing this, everyone's eyes shone a little, and the question that had puzzled them for several days was finally answered. It turned out that Shao Yida's death was really related to the fool. Could it be that this fool really had extraordinary powers?
"My child, was it really you who killed me?" Old Sun asked with a trembling head.
"yes."
"Even if you are very skilled, Duyi Dao is still a big man. He has been in the world for many years, and he has a group of men who are like wolves and tigers. It's difficult to deal with them with just a kid." Old Suntou shook his head.
I still can't believe Yuan Feng's ability.
While he was talking, suddenly a gust of wind and sand blew by, and the rapid sound of horse hooves came. Everyone exclaimed: "Coming, coming."
It was Duyi Dao who came to avenge his son.
As one of the most famous swordsmen in Kansai, Duyi Dao has been entrenched in the land west of Heifeng Gorge for more than ten years. The northwest is desolate, the court is busy with civil war, and the original government office has long been abandoned. In this area
On the land, whoever has the fastest sword is the boss.
In the entire northwest, no one dared to challenge him, but seven days ago, his only son was killed in the street. It is said that the person who shot him was a child, and no one saw how fast his knife was.
Du Yidao didn't believe it, he wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, but one thing was certain, that is, the entire Shibali Fort must be buried with his son.
No one can understand the pain of an old man losing his son.
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Youyi Dao brought thirty people over. It doesn't take much force to deal with a small town like this. The Shibali Fort only has a hundred households, and the dozen or so people there are only dozens of strong men. They are all stupid men, so there is no need to treat them with great fanfare.
Twenty people guarded the four sides of the fort. Duyi Dao led ten good men on horseback to the gate of the fort. The walls made of rammed loess were empty. Looking in from the gate, at the end of a straight dirt road was the center of the town, a stone
The flagpole was erected on the built platform. The men in the town were standing around the platform in twos and threes, holding weapons and looking stupidly at it.
Not knowing that he was about to die, Youyi Dao snorted contemptuously and his eyes fell on a thin figure in the crowd. According to the people below, it was this doll who killed his son.
Youyi Dao dismounted, took off his cloak and threw it to his follower. He walked towards the flagpole holding on to the handle of the long knife at his waist. The ten burly men behind him also dismounted, but they did not follow. Youyi Dao said that the wine must be big.
Bowl drinking, revenge must be avenged with one's own hands. They will not intervene now. They will wait until they kill their enemies and massacre the town before it is their turn.
The Du Yi Dao came step by step, and everyone's hearts were getting higher and higher. The legendary Du Yi Dao was a murderer. Even the most powerful swordsman could not survive a move in front of him. His existence was simply a myth.
, in front of such a strong man, it is difficult for ordinary people not to feel weak.
Youyi Dao walked over slowly like this. At this moment, the sky was already bright. A ray of dawn shone on Youyi Dao's face, illuminating his messy bun and stern face like a knife or an axe. The long handle of the knife at his waist was shining in the dawn light.
It shines brightly, it is a hilt made of gold. I don’t know how many heroes have died under this knife.
"I killed your son! Come to me if you have the guts, don't embarrass them!" Hu Laizi suddenly rushed out. Although he was limping, he was walking very fast. He shouted at the top of his lungs while waving a sharp knife.
The axe, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his face was flushed with excitement.
Duyi Dao suddenly smiled, showing his scorched yellow teeth. He could tell from Hu Laizi's gait that this lame man was definitely not the real murderer of his son.
Before the real murderer was revealed, Youyi Dao didn't intend to see blood, so he just threw Hu Laizi aside with a slight stroke, and threw the ax far away, leaving him unconscious on the ground.
The Du Yi Dao continued to move forward, and Big Lao Zhao clenched and unclenched his fists, unclenched and clenched again. Seeing that the Du Yi Dao was about to come over, he finally couldn't hold back the pressure in his heart and put his right hand on the handle of the knife.
"Uncle Zhao, don't move." Yuan Feng stopped him in time.
The elder Zhao looked back and saw Yuan Feng gently pushing Zhao Ding'an in front of him and walking towards the Du Yi Dao.
On the silent street, an incredible scene was taking place. A fifteen-year-old boy, a thin and dry boy who was called a fool, walked towards the most powerful swordsman in the local area without fear.
, one is strong and the other is weak, the difference is so huge that no one can believe it.
Even Du Yidao himself was quite shocked. After decades of traveling in the world, he had seen many brave and courageous men, but this was the first one at such a young age. He stopped and looked at this humble-looking child.
Du Yi Dao stopped, but Yuan Feng did not stop. He walked straight in front of Du Yi Dao, and the two were less than one step apart.
"Did you kill my son?" Duyi Dao asked. At this time, he had already determined that it was the child who did it, but he still had to make final confirmation on the procedure.
"Yes, I killed him." Yuan Feng looked up at Duyi Dao, who was two heads taller than him, and said expressionlessly.
"Well, that's it. Today I will take your life to avenge my son. Do you have anything else to say?" Duyi Dao said.
"Yes, I killed your son seven days ago, and I want to kill you even more today."
Duyi Dao smiled, with such a loud tone. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken in front of him with such a arrogant tone. If it hadn't been for his son's blood feud, maybe he would have accepted this kid as his apprentice.
Silence, a long silence, there was no need to say anything at this time, the only thing to do was to look for an opportunity to use the sword. The only sword did not despise this boy with an unattractive appearance. The knife mark on his son's chest told him that he could not cut without considerable strength.
With such a wound, this person is a powerful enemy.
At some point, a snowflake floated down from the sky and landed between Duyi Dao and Yuan Feng. It swirled around for a long time and refused to land. The two of them moved almost at the same time. They were so fast that no one could see them. They were just lightning and flint.
In an instant, the two people's positions changed, with their backs facing each other.
"Who did you learn the sword from?" Youyi Dao asked, and then he took two steps forward and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He knelt on his knees facing the flagpole and a bloody arrow shot out of his chest.
The first snowflake finally fell to the ground unwillingly and melted.