Although Leng Twelve is also called Leng Twelve, he is completely not in the same league as Leng Qingqiu's Leng Twelve.

Although he saw the sword coming, he couldn't dodge it because it was too fast.

I just felt a pain in my throat, as if all the strength in my body was drained away.

The sword fell to the ground, he stepped back with his hands covering his throat, his eyes widened and then he fell straight down.

The sudden change shocked the remaining cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles. How could the other party kill Leng Twelve with a sword at their necks?

They had not expected such courage and ruthlessness.

The key point is that everyone thought Pei Yun had no weapon. Who could have thought that the other party's sword could be wrapped around his waist? How could there be such a soft sword in the world?

Leng Da felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have tied Pei Yun's hands and tortured him severely before forcing him to write the letter.

I was careless.

A sense of resentment grew in their hearts. Although the thirteen of them were not blood brothers, they had been living together for so many years that they were closer than blood brothers.

Now that one of them was dead, Leng became extremely furious.

"Kill him!"

Leng drew his sword and rushed towards Leng Qingqiu, while the other eleven people also rushed towards Leng Qingqiu with gritted teeth.

The cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles have been working together for many years and have long been able to understand each other. As soon as Leng Qingqiu made a move just now, they could tell that the other party was a master.

Of course they were not afraid. Although they were third-rate masters, they cooperated well with each other and had killed second-rate masters before.

At this moment, the sword light was like a net, strangling from all directions.

Leng Qingqiu's body flashed, and the soft sword spit out like a silver snake, drawing a sharp arc of light in the air.

"clang!"

The moment the soft sword touched Leng Da's long sword, Leng Qingqiu controlled his internal force, and saw the soft sword wrapped around Leng Da's sword like a snake. He pulled with the force, and Leng Da felt his wrist numb. The sword's force instantly shifted and stabbed towards Leng Er on the side.

Leng Er was startled and hastily withdrew his attack to block. The two swords collided and sparks flew.

Leng Qingqiu took advantage of the situation and turned around, with the sword sharp as a whip, sweeping across Leng San's throat.

Leng San's expression changed and he quickly stepped back, but the tip of the sword still cut his shoulder and blood splattered.

There was a sound of breaking wind behind Leng Qingqiu. Leng Si and Leng Wu had already rushed over, crossing their swords, blocking Leng Qingqiu's retreat.

Leng Qingqiu didn't care at all. He suddenly lowered his body and used his soft sword to attack the two men from the lower three directions, forcing Leng Si and Leng Wu to retreat one after another. Leng Liu and Leng Qi swung their swords to the left and right.

Leng Qingqiu pointed his toes and moved sideways like a ghost, dodging the attacks of the two men while raising his soft sword.

"laugh!"

The sword tip scratched Leng Liu's wrist, blood spurted out, Leng Liu groaned, and before he could react, Leng Qingqiu had already stabbed his throat with a sword.

"Sixth Brother!" Leng Qi's eyes were bloodshot, and his long sword was like a rainbow, piercing straight into Leng Qingqiu's heart.

Leng Qingqiu didn't even turn his head, he swung the soft sword backhand to block the sword, and at the same time, he kicked Leng Qi in the chest, kicking him away, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Upon seeing this, the others attacked more fiercely, forming a complete encirclement.

Leng Qingqiu had a blank expression on his face. His body was spinning. The soft sword was like a silver dragon circling around his body, and the sword light was splashing like rain.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The attacks of the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles were all blocked. Everyone was extremely shocked. This man was too strong. Moreover, his moves were very professional. He did not look like someone from the military, but more like a killer like them.

At this time, Pei Yun was hiding in a telescope and looking over here.

When he saw Leng Qingqiu moving around and fighting back amid the siege of more than a dozen people, and the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles were unable to do anything to her, Pei Yun had to admit that this beautiful guard was really strong.

Thanks again to Yanyu Tower, otherwise, facing today's situation, Pei Yun would never take the risk.

He would never joke with his own life.

Now that Leng Qingqiu is facing off against the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, he has a chance to save Liu Jingzhi.

He ran out from his hiding place and ran towards the village at a very fast speed.

Liu Jingzhi was tied to a pillar, his face anxious. At the same time, he was shocked that Pei Yun's martial arts were so strong. No wonder he could defeat the barbarians.

But now he was surrounded by more than ten people, and he didn't know whether Pei Yun could kill these hateful killers.

Just then, I heard a noise behind me and turned around to look.

Liu Jingzhi's eyes suddenly widened.

Oh my god!

Why did another Pei Yun appear?

Am I dazzled? How could there be two Pei Yuns? He quickly closed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.

How could there be two Pei Yuns in this world? When I opened my eyes again, it was still Pei Yun.

He hurriedly turned around to look in the direction of the fight. Pei Yun was still fighting with the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles. There were really two Pei Yuns.

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Liu Jingzhi felt a little trembling in his heart, wondering if he had seen a ghost.

Pei Yun ignored Liu Jingzhi's question, but took out a dagger and cut the rope that bound him, and whispered: "Follow me."

Then he took Liu Jingzhi and ran away.

At this time, Leng Qingqiu also figured out the routine of the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles. These dozen people did have some skills. Although they were only third-rate masters, they cooperated well. Once they formed a siege, it would not be easy for her to break out in a short time.

In the end, they relied on the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries and killed two more people, which weakened the encirclement of the remaining eight people. However, Leng Qingqiu was not injured. She was wearing a stab-proof suit, and she was fine after being stabbed by the other party.

She could kill the opponent with just one stab.

Leng Qingqiu once again felt that her master was right. She originally thought that she could easily deal with the cold-blooded Thirteen Eagles, but she didn't expect that after not seeing them for a year, the martial arts of these thirteen people had improved greatly.

Especially Leng Da, who has the tendency to become a second-rate warrior.

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