Cheng Dalei also came here in fear. He followed the direction pointed by Chu Yunsheng and found the prison, but who knew if there was an ambush in the prison. What if after he walked in, the prison door closed, and three to five hundred ambush masters rushed out, and he
Is it impossible to escape without wings?
He carefully walked into the cell, trembling with fear all the way, but he didn't see anyone ambushing him. As soon as he came closer, he heard Liu Facai's words. Cheng Dalei was moved in his heart and thought: Look, we feel like old friends at the first sight. We are brothers when we meet each other. That's how true brothers are.
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Of course, he didn't hear what Liu Facai said before.
Li Yazi stood up, grabbed the chair and threw it out. Cheng Dalei kicked it away and smashed it into pieces on the wall.
"Let's talk?" Cheng Dalei raised his eyebrows at him.
After the initial panic, Li Yazi had calmed down. After all, he was a disciple from the academy, and he was not a fool. Cheng Dalei's sudden appearance here was indeed beyond his expectation, but if he could kill him here, wouldn't he also be able to make him
Everyone was shocked.
As long as you dare to ask for it, sometimes the world will give it to you.
He looked around and found an iron thorn in the corner, which was used to torture prisoners. In fact, no one else in the academy liked to use it, but Li Yazi liked it quite a lot.
"Well come."
Li Yazi grabbed the iron thorn, raised his body, used the iron thorn as a sword, and struck at Cheng Dalei with one sword. Among the scholar's swords, Yi Xiangqiang had sharp moves and clean movements, but he was also a master of swordsmanship.
Cheng Dalei pouted: "This is my line."
Facing the incoming sword, Cheng Dalei narrowed his eyes, turned slightly to one side, and avoided the sword. Then the sword was unsheathed, and Li Yazi's eyes blurred, and he felt a flash of sword light, and Cheng Dalei had disappeared.
"ah!"
A bloody hand fell to the ground, and Li Yazi let out a scream of crying for his father and mother, and fell to the ground.
Cheng Dalei's sword has been sheathed. In terms of his understanding of the art of swordsmanship, Cheng Dalei doesn't actually have much knowledge. But in terms of fast swords, Cheng Dalei doesn't dare to claim to be the best in the world, but he has indeed not met anyone faster than him.
Li Yazi wanted to use his sword in front of Cheng Dalei, but he felt like he was using his arms as a chariot and overestimating his own abilities. It was only now that he roughly understood the gap between himself and Cheng Dalei.
In his eyes, Cheng Dalei is simply unfathomable. In the game, Cheng Dalei would be the big boss with a lot of question marks over his head.
The big boss ignored him and cut off the rope hanging Liu Facai with his sword. Liu Facai stumbled and fell to the ground. Cheng Dalei hurriedly supported him.
"Master." Liu Facai said in a weak voice: "From now on, my life is yours."
He endured all the torture and could only hold on with one breath. It was only when he saw Cheng Dalei that he relaxed.
"Come, I'll give you a chance for revenge." Cheng Dalei pointed to Li Yazi on the ground.
"I really...can't do it anymore." Liu Facai's eyes darkened and he fainted.
How could Li Yazi not know that the god of death had bared its fangs at him? He endured the severe pain and stood up, holding his severed hand and ran away.
Cheng Dalei had to worry about Liu Facai, so he couldn't pursue him. In this case, he could only let him get away.
He carried Liu Facai on his shoulders and walked out of the prison. His sword was already unsheathed, and he knew in his heart that the road ahead would not be peaceful.
Li Yazi ran out of the prison, shouting desperately: "He's coming, he's coming..."
Zhang Mingli was shocked when she met him. Li Yazi looked like a child who had seen a wolf.
"Who, who's coming?"
"Cheng...the devil has arrived." When Li Yazi said Cheng Dalei's name, his heart trembled, as if those three words were inexplicably taboo.
"How did he... get here?" Zhang Mingli was also stunned, and then immediately said: "You go and ask Master, I will lead someone to stop him first, and if I have no choice, I will kill him here."
When Cheng Dalei walked out of the prison with Liu Facai on his back, he saw people forming a fan shape in front of him. He was a scholar in a scholar's robe and had a three-foot-high green edge. To be honest, he looked quite handsome.
Zhang Mingli stood with his sword in hand and said coldly: "Cheng Thief, where else do you want to go?"
Cheng Dalei sighed softly and waved to Zhang Mingli: "Come on, let me see who is not afraid of death."
The battle on the mountain was about to begin, and the battle in front of the mountain gate was already bloody.
Yan Bugui swung his heavy sword, and he used it to defeat the five characters of "Ten Hui" with one force. The heavy sword has no sharp edge and is ingenious. If it encounters him, he will fight with your strength. If you are not as strong as him, you will be killed.
Cut it into two pieces with one sword.
By now, Yan Bugui's identity as a Rong tribe member can be seen by everyone. The Rong tribe grew up on the grassland, and they are born with a life-threatening fighting style. However, the scholar's spirit formation composed of thirty-six swords is also very particular.
Keep moving forward and never stop until death.
Both sides fought for their lives, and the sword array was constantly being consumed, and several corpses fell in front of the mountain gate. Yan Bugui's situation was also very bad. He faced a fight between thirty-six people, and every time he had to face seven or eight swords.
A sword attack will injure the enemy a thousand times and injure oneself a thousand and one.
Now his whole body was covered in scars. Although he relied on his fighting instinct to avoid critical injuries, the dense scars on his body made him look like a bloody man.
If the fight continues like this, no one can kill him, and he will bleed to death.
However, he didn't care. When Hei Zhen died, he also lost the one thing he cared about most in his life. He was filled with hatred, but there was no way to resolve it. Now that he kills one more person, he will feel less depressed and more happy.
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As for death, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Song Hanzhi's face was as dark as water. He was not Yan Bugui who wanted to die. He was a normal person. As long as he was a normal person, he would not feel that such a sacrifice was worth it. Each of the disciples trained by the academy has put a lot of effort into it.
How could you sacrifice yourself here in vain?
He had no choice but to give an order and command the sword formation to move from attack to defense.
Yan Bugui rushed out again and again, but could not break through the encirclement. The more he fought, the more frustrated he became, and he had nowhere to vent his hatred.
"Come on, kill."
Song Hanzhi will never fight with him again. If I can't kill you, I will kill you.
However, at this time, news came from the mountain that the thief Cheng Dalei had appeared.
This was exactly why the two demons appeared at the same time when the house leaked and it rained all night. Zhang Mingli asked him to mobilize some people to prevent Cheng Dalei from getting away. Song Hanzhi was very angry: "I don't have enough people here to mobilize people."
Cheng Dalei's situation on the mountain was much better than that of Yan Bugui. He was not crazy and would not let the academy's sword formation have a chance to take shape. He carried Liu Facai on his back, rushed left and right, and fought with Zhang Mingli and his gang on the mountain.
In addition to his superb swordsmanship, Cheng Dalei was also very good at lightness. He could kill people at close range with clean rise and fall. He was light and agile. At this moment, he didn't care whether the academy was a cultured place or not, he just went out with all his heart.