In the early morning, accompanied by the noise of the vocals and horses outside, Tang Feifan stood up comfortably and stretched. As soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up a little.

Tang Feifan didn't want to be destroyed by those swordsmen with the good mood of getting up early, so he walked through various remote alleys and felt a murderous intent on the bridge until the south city.

The source of the murderous intent was a slightly decadent middle-aged man. He looked quite lazy, but there was always a light in his eyes. In Tang Feifan's opinion, except for the light in his eyes, he had no temperament as a swordsman, even though he had a long sword on his waist. He looked like a person who had suffered countless difficulties in his life, and his expression was already numb.

However, Tang Feifan just glanced at him and did not stop. He knew that if the swordsman really wanted to get a bounty from him, he would definitely come up.

When a swordsman duel with someone, he will definitely choose a secluded place, so Tang Feifan was not worried that he would take action on the street and still walked on his own.

Not long after, Tang Feifan came to a grocery store. The owner was a Tianlong native who looked very much like a Zhongdu people because his eye sockets were lighter.

"Boss, come a few jars and put them in for me." Tang Feifan handed over a bag of gold coins. Listening to the crisp sound of the impact, the boss immediately smiled and prepared something for Tang Feifan.

After Tang Feifan left, the boss immediately restrained the expression on his face and became serious. He opened the bag of gold coins and found a small scroll of paper with a few words written in the words of the Tianlong Kingdom. After reading it, he immediately burned it with fire without leaving a trace.

Tang Feifan carried the cloth bag and walked straight into the alley. After turning deeper, there was an open space here. Tang Feifan placed the cloth bag firmly on the ground, then leaned against the wall beside him, closing his eyes to rest, as if waiting for something.

After a moment, Tang Feifan opened his eyes again, and he felt a powerful aura approaching.

Soon, opposite Tang Feifan, the guy who looked very lazy was standing there, his eyes obliquely looking at Tang Feifan. Those who didn't know thought he was going to fall asleep.

"Sorry, I have no money anymore, I have to kill you." The silent swordsman finally spoke, his voice low.

"Why are swordsmen so arrogant nowadays? I think they can win, right?" Tang Feifan said to the swordsmen, "I didn't remember the names of the people who were about to die before. Today I will give you an exception, what is the name."

"Clound, where are you?" Clound asked.

"You don't need to know this. Do you have to go down and complain to me?" Tang Feifan said.

"I won't go to hell."

Clund's expression suddenly became serious and serious. He pulled out the knife, like thousands of silver lights shot out. His whole body was like a sword unsheathed, showing its sharpness, which was completely different from his previous temperament.

This also made Tang Feifan narrow his eyes and be wary of his heart that this guy was definitely not comparable to those who were the ones two days ago.

Tang Feifan didn't know what kind of combat style and moves this person had, so he kept holding his troops and observing the other party.

Finally, the swordsman rushed over and waved his long sword, as if the wind was sweeping over, giving people a strong psychological pressure. Tang Feifan's eyes narrowed and realized that this was a fast sword, which was much faster and more stable than the one before. He didn't dare to greet him, so he had to retreat first.

Clonde was reluctant to give in and kept approaching Tang Feifan. The latter had to take out his only dagger, which was the most handy melee weapon he used, which was much lighter and more skillful than the long sword.

It's just one inch long and one inch stronger, especially when facing a good knife. Even Tang Feifan is careful. If he is not careful, a piece of meat may be cut off from his body.

The two of them fought fiercely, chasing and retreating, hitting from the head of the alley to the end of the alley, with the sound of jingling endlessly, and you can even see the sparks rubbing when the blade and dagger meet from time to time.

Clonde's expression did not change much, only the light in his eyes became increasingly bright, while Tang Feifan's expression became much more serious. If this continues, he will definitely make omissions and be injured by Clonde. When the masters' duel, one point may mean retreating step by step.

However, during the battle, Tang Feifan discovered Clond's weakness. Every time he used his sword, his steps would take ahead of time. The direction of his toes was often related to the sword technique. Moreover, his steps were very stable and there were few changes, which also meant that his legs and feet were not very good.

Tang Feifan's palm suddenly poured into his true energy, and suddenly increased his strength to slightly activate the swordsman's sword. The latter was also powerful. If it were the first few swordsman, the swordsman would probably not be able to hold them firmly. Tang Feifan's purpose was not to keep a distance. He did not retreat but advanced, but directly pressed on the swordsman's body.

The swordsman has great sword skills, but at such a close distance, he cannot perfectly use his sword skills. Moreover, his movements have been captured by Tang Feifan, so he prepared in advance. Clonde's steps are indeed inflexible. Facing the Phantom Mistake Step, he looks like an old lady with foot binding.

Clonde's expression changed because Tang Feifan put too much pressure on him after getting close to him. He only had a strong body and a few true energy. He could not use the sword technique and gradually was at a disadvantage.

After Tang Feifan approached, he immediately used the Phantom Mistake and Tang Family Fist, one was flexible body movements, and the other was continuous boxing, which did not give Clonde the opportunity to escape the distance.

When Clonde wanted to fight against Tang Feifan with a stronger body, he found that Tang Feifan's weak body could always burst out with unmatched power, and he could not even resist it.

Finally, Clonde was hit in the abdomen by Tang Feifan, and the sudden pain spread throughout his body, causing him to suddenly lose his strength and fall to the ground.

"Impossible!" Clund could no longer remain calm. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Tang Feifan, with blood constantly gushing out of his mouth.

"Nothing is impossible, Clonde, this is the difference between you Westerners and us Easterners. Your inner strength is too weak." Tang Feifan walked slowly, looked at Clonde condescendingly, raised his palm, as if he was appreciating the artwork, and said, "The strength of the muscles is limited after all, and you will never understand."

Cronde shook his head, not understanding Tang Feifan's words. He just thought that his sword skills had not reached the point of being superb, otherwise he would not have failed today.

"Tell me, why do you have to get my bounty?" Tang Feifan asked.

Clonde closed his eyes and hugged his sword, as if he had already accepted his fate. Tang Feifan looked at the man under his feet, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his heart. However, since the other party was here to kill him, he had no reason to show mercy. It was better to have less than more things. So Tang Feifan took a knife and Clonde's body twitched violently for a while, completely closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!