The paper fan poked out and stabbed Old Xiong in the back of the heart. Bai Yi was confident that this blow would definitely hit!

Snap!

Almost in an instant, Old Xiong raised an afterimage across his body. While slapping the paper fan away with one palm, his other hand suddenly grabbed Bai Yi's neck and lifted him up high!

The victory has been decided!

"Boy, in the world of martial arts, I have eaten more ginger than you have eaten, and I have walked on more bridges than you have walked." Old Xiong chuckled, "Lu Bupin has never taught you, the more proud you are.

, the easier it is to let down your guard.”

Bai Yi's throat was strangled and he couldn't speak. He opened his mouth to gasp with difficulty, knowing in his heart that he was defeated in this battle.

But he was convinced of his defeat. Although he was a cultivator, before the war started, he planned to defeat his opponent with pure kung fu without using spiritual power.

This was the proof he was looking forward to, but it turned out that he was no match for Lao Xiong in terms of pure kung fu.

Kung Fu is not only about moves, but also about psychological warfare. He lost in Kung Fu and even more psychologically, so it was natural that he would lose.

Old Xiong's fingertips tightened a little: "Boy, I've said it before. If you lose, you will die. If you don't go back to recover tonight, Lu Bupin will send someone to collect your body tomorrow. It's just a pain for me. This

I just bought the house, and I have to pack up and leave overnight. That’s all, I’ll take it as a price for your life.”

His palms slowly closed, his fair face gradually turned red, and he was about to be squeezed to death.

Just when Lao Xiong was about to completely crush Bai Yi's throat, his eyes suddenly sharpened and he looked sideways at the moment behind him. He immediately let go of Bai Yi with his big hands, stepped up his horse with his powerful and heavy body, and suddenly struck out with a punch!

bass!

There was a loud sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, and in an instant, dozens of white lights suddenly burst out in the field!

The old bear suddenly exerted his strength and punched dozens of times like crazy, and there was an endless tinkling sound wherever the shadow of the punch struck.

Bai Yi was shocked by the sudden turn of events. Under the cold moonlight, he could clearly see the person coming. This person was dressed in black robes and had a young appearance. He looked exactly the same as the indifferent person he had seen many years ago.

Yuanji!

The sword shadows are all killing moves, stabbing, chopping, diagonal thrusts, and horizontal cuts!

Yuanji's sword moves brought up a series of afterimages in a short moment, making it almost impossible to see the movement of his next move. And Lao Xiong's fists hit like thunder. After dozens of moves between the two,

No matter who wins or loses!

The two retreated briefly, but their steps kept changing according to each other's position. At the next moment, they struck hard, and then took several steps away at the same time.

"Happy!" Old Xiong raised his head and howled, his white hair flying in the wind. He pointed at Yuan Ji and exclaimed, "I have been in the world for decades and have encountered countless enemies, but I can only count on my hands in a single round. Boy, you are worthy.

My opponent!"

Yuan Ji's face was as frosty as ice: "The winner is still undecided, so don't get distracted!"

He didn't say much, he dug his toes into the sand, sprinted hard, and stabbed the old bear's neck with the long sword in his hand!

Bai Yi reminded urgently: "Yuan Ji, we must capture him alive!"

capture?

The swordsmanship that Yuanji has practiced since he was a child are all killing moves. He is a dead warrior. When a dead warrior goes into battle, he only has two choices: life and death, not the other party's death.

It's him who dies!

The sword thrust straight forward. Old Xiong mobilized his inner strength and punched out. The afterimage followed a moment later!

Bai Yi saw that this punch was probably Lao Xiong's fastest and strongest punch!

Yuanji's heels dragged the ground, and his body seemed to be pulled back suddenly in mid-air, stopping abruptly, but the momentum of his momentum could not be offset. Baiyi was confused, and Lao Xiong couldn't see the reason why he suddenly slowed down.

During a duel, once a move is launched, it cannot be taken back. This is a truth that everyone who has experienced a life-and-death confrontation understands.

But Yuanji changed. The sword gouged out a sword flower very quickly. The tip of the sword slapped the back of Old Xiong's fist. He suddenly let go, and the sword rotated 360 degrees in the air. At the same time, the sword tip turned towards Yuanji himself!

I saw his body spinning strangely in a circle, and at the moment when the long sword passed by, he held the hilt of the sword with his backhand. The next moment, the sharp sword blade was already across the old bear's neck, and at the same time, his two fingers clicked on the back of the old bear's heart like lightning!

The last big hole, Yindu!

The surging internal energy retreated like a tide, completely blocked in the tendons, and the energy was stagnated in the acupuncture points.

Old Xiong kept on punching, as stiff as a piece of wood, and looked sideways at Yuan Ji with difficulty.

"Excellent swordsmanship." Lao Xiong exclaimed, "Not only disrupting my punches, but turning real moves into feints, and hitting my last big acupoint, okay! Boy, I'm convinced, what's your name? Who can you learn from?

sword?"

Yuan Ji clasped Lao Xiong's pipa bone vigilantly: "Self-taught."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Bai Yi.

Bai Yi had said this before, but he was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he smiled freely and said, "You and I can't compare."

Old Xiong's head was covered with black cloth, and the two of them escorted Old Xiong to the Prefectural Mufu Mansion. Yuanji knocked on the door, then took out a large piece of white paper from his arms and pasted it on Old Xiong's forehead.

It says, 'The chief culprit of the Chongwu Year Flower Boat, Lao Xiong.'

After the clear sound of footsteps came from the house, Yuan Ji and Bai Yi left together.

On the way, Bai Yi looked at Yuan Ji for a long time: "I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown up."

"We haven't seen you for many years." Yuanji looked ahead without looking at him, "You have become weak."

"My fighting skills have weakened." Bai Yi nodded in agreement, "But my killing skills have not."

Yuan Ji led him down the alley, and then stopped in front of a post house: "Wait for me here."

Bai Yi opened the paper fan with a snap and fanned himself without saying a word.

Yuanji went in quickly but came out slowly, and behind him, there was an old couple.

Baiyi looked at the old man's ragged shirt and the old woman's tearful eyes, and asked, "Who are these two?"

Yuan Ji said: "The master brought Luo Chuan's family from Daizhou specially."

"I've heard the whole story about the letter case." The wind from the paper fan stirred up the hair hanging down from the temples in white clothes, "Didn't Luo Chuan recruit someone? Besides, he is an important witness in the case. If he goes to Chongdu, he will definitely die.

."

Yuan Ji glanced at the old couple and immediately said to Bai Yi: "The letter case has been settled, but he was also involved in the fire on the flower boat in Chongwu Year. Master's order, you have to go to Chongdu with me."

Bai Yi's smile remained the same, but he was thinking in his heart. Lu Bupin first sent him to capture the old bear alive, but Yuan Ji's sudden arrival surprised him.

Because after he completed tonight's mission, Lu Bupin gave him the next order.

Just to monitor Yuan Ji.

…

Chapter 24

The prison was quiet and eerie late at night. Occasionally, a breeze came in, causing the candles inserted on the wall to sway slightly.

Luo Chuan was imprisoned in the deepest part. Half of his body could no longer move. He was lying on the ground. The wounds on his back were oozing with thick yellow-brown blood. He remained motionless and endured the severe pain, gasping for breath weakly.

In the corridor, the shouts of the guards delivering meals to the prisoners were heard, and soon someone started making a fuss. It sounded like they were angry because they thought the food was unpalatable.

The next moment, there was the sound of the jailer's curses and whipping, and the wailing sound echoed in the prison, like the howl of an innocent ghost.

Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear. He raised his neck and rested his chin on the thin straw, staring blankly at the cell opposite.

I'm going to die.

When I arrive in Chongdu and explain everything, I will die. I am still young, I have not yet found a wife, I have not continued the lineage of the Luo family, I have not served my parents to live a long life, I have not achieved success and fame, there is nothing... nothing...

Luo Chuan murmured these two words silently, until there was a sound from the wooden pillar in front of him, and he raised his head on his elbows.

"Have a meal!"

The lights swayed behind the jailer, casting shadows that obscured Luo Chuan's face. He could not see the face of the visitor clearly.

The jailer glanced at him and sighed inexplicably: "Except for me, everyone on duty tonight is drinking in the cell. You two, you can do what you want."

The jailer finished his words and left, but the shadow still shrouded Luo Chuan.

That's two people.

The figure was stooped and hunched, with a large robe covering his head, standing silently in front of him.

"Did Master Feng send you here?" Luo Chuan supported his upper body and then asked, "Or is it Butler Ma?"

He didn't know that Feng Chengyue and Ma Fu had been imprisoned. He gasped weakly, his chest heaved violently, and he stared at the two people in front of him with red eyes.

"I told Master Feng's secret, and I know I deserve to die." Luo Chuan coughed twice and continued, "Two adults, I, Luo Chuan, just ask you to give me pleasure and stop torturing me."

The two people were still speechless, but one of the shorter ones suddenly whined a few times.

The man squatted down, placed the bamboo basket on the ground, took off the thin cloth covering it, and then took out several dishes from it.

The food was very rich, including tender stewed pig's trotters, stir-fried wild vegetables, and a yellow croaker. The man finally took out a bowl of steaming tofu soup, but because the bowl was too big, he couldn't pass it in, so he had to put it on the dusty table.

on the ground.

The man finally handed over a pair of chopsticks. The chopsticks were held between the wooden pillars. Luo Chuan could clearly see the hands in front of him through the remaining light of the candle.

These are a pair of scarred and calloused hands, tanned by the sun, and fine pinholes are faintly visible on the fingertips.

Luo Chuan said hoarsely: "You are..."
To be continued...