Mingyuan Street is located in a remote area, and there are only two bus routes from here, one of which is from Xihuang District Ziyuan Garden Station to Shijing Station in the city center street, passing through here.

Ye Xiaofeng got off the bus at Mingyuan Street Station. He took another bus and arrived at No. 1 Middle School Station and then changed to another bus before he could go home.

There are many routes from Ziyuan Garden to the city, but after ten o'clock, all routes except that route were stopped, and there was no way Ye Xiaofeng chose this route.

At this time, he was the only one under the sign of the Mingyuan Street site. Because there have been a large number of demolished dangerous buildings and broken houses in recent years, they are preparing to re-plan, so there are very few people.

The street lights hanging high on both sides of Mingyuan Street are extremely dim due to unmaintenance for many years. The trees are covered with shadows under the lights, making the whole atmosphere look particularly heavy.

Suddenly, Ye Xiaofeng, who was standing under the station sign, felt inexplicably throbbing in his heart, as if there was a danger coming, and his spiritual consciousness was fully unfolded. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at a dark alley, and two cold lights burst out from his eyes.

Four men in black walked out of the dark alley, as if they were integrated with the darkness, making it impossible for people to see their appearance clearly. There was no sound at the feet, which looked extremely strange. Ye Xiaofeng's eyes shrank. Masters are definitely masters. If Ye Xiaofeng was really not afraid in the past, it was just that he had damaged his vitality for Su Muxue. He had very little true energy in his body, and had only one ability, but could not exert it. As for the spiritual power, now he only mastered the illusion and did not know whether it would work for those who were determined to be strong. His face was full of solemnity.

"Dada" When the four of them walked ten meters away from Ye Xiaofeng, they deliberately heard footsteps. The footsteps were like the sound of death-induced magic, affecting people's will, but Ye Xiaofeng's will was firm and unaffected at all.

"Who are you?" Ye Xiaofeng asked. He couldn't think of such a critical moment, and someone would be unfavorable to him.

The four people didn't say anything. One of them had long hair and a pale face jumped up, like a bat in the dark. A cold light cut through the sky and slashed straight down.

Ye Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with an eye. The other party turned out to be an ancient sword. He moved his feet gently and the person had moved ten meters away from the left. He saw three other people standing around him, looking at the show and had no intention of taking action. Ye Xiaofeng felt a little funny. He was despised again, but this was fine, so they would bother with him.

When Ye Xiaofeng moved away, the station sign behind him where he was standing was cut in half, and the wires in the station sign were exposed, and the fire was everywhere.

Seeing Ye Xiaofeng avoiding it, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the man in black, but in an instant, there was a slight excitement in his eyes and said, "It's rare to be good at it. Don't let me down. If I can enjoy it, I will leave you a complete body."

"Ghost Sword, don't you know that the corpse is me and the corpse?" At this time, a man in black in the east said, with a dissatisfied tone.

When Ye Xiaofeng heard this, he was very surprised. He didn't expect that the other party was still a woman, with short hair, sword eyebrows, and a man's loose coat, all of which were dressed like a man, but her lips were charming red, which made people feel disgusted.

After hearing this, the long-haired man named Ghost Sword had a look of fear on his face, he snorted coldly, and turned his gaze to Ye Xiaofeng again. His steps were extremely strange. With one big step, he had already arrived in front of Ye Xiaofeng, and the long sword pierced out.

After a moment of fighting, Ye Xiaofeng had roughly determined that the opponent's strength was only around the sixth level after the day of the acquired, which was the level before he had not absorbed the energy of the blood-colored monster. However, he still did not dare to be careless because he still faintly sensed a trace of dangerous aura.

Facing the sword of the ghost sword, Ye Xiaofeng slapped out with his palm, like a surging wave, containing endless power. With a crisp sound, the sword broke into two sections directly, and one end fell on the hard cement road. With a wave, the sword body appeared in Ye Xiaofeng's hand before they could see clearly.

Ye Xiaofeng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward with his right foot. A strong aura burst out from Ye Xiaofeng's body, and the sword in his right hand was cut out.

Feeling the momentum of Ye Xiaofeng, the four people's faces changed drastically. The three people who wanted to watch the show came quickly. All the momentums on their bodies burst out. It was an extreme murderous aura. At a glance, you could tell that there were not hundreds or ten people who died in the hands of the other party.

The (4) perverted woman, with her slender hands, slender nails, sharper than the blade, and her five fingers form claws, trying to take out her heart from behind Ye Xiaofeng.

Although the other man was wearing a loose black coat, he could still see his slightly bulging muscles. His fist was as big as a half basketball. He rushed over from Ye Xiaofeng's left, raised his fist, and smashed it down like an iron hammer.

On the right is a shorter man in black. A scimitar of only about five or six inches was cut out from the cuff and landed in his hand. There was a circle on the hilt of the scimitar that happened to be on the other party's little finger, constantly rotating, his body was like a ghost, walking a mysterious curve. Although everyone knows that the straight-line distance between the two points is the shortest, the man in black broke the routine at this moment and was extremely fast, but it was still not enough in Ye Xiaofeng's eyes.

Ye Xiaofeng saw the attack of the three people. They wanted Ye Xiaofeng to give up the attack and adopt the strategy of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao. Unfortunately, their wishful thinking was wrong.

The sword body in Ye Xiaofeng's hand was still constantly. At the same time, his left palm was slapped out in succession, with heavy palm shadows covering the surrounding space, and each palm contained the power of storm waves slamming the shore.

Seeing his sword body attacking him, the ghost sword's eyes were filled with horror. This attack seemed to have blocked all his dodging paths. He bit his teeth, tilted his head, and leaned back slightly, and he planned to pay the smallest price.

A cold light flashed, a stream of blood spilled out, and a foot-long scar was cut from the left chest of the ghost sword. Blood kept flowing out. His face was full of pain, but there was no sound. He was afraid that his scream would distract his friends.
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