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After all, the bun shop is a narrow place, which is not conducive to the performance of Miao Dao.

Therefore, the first thing Ding Xiu had to do was to force Lin Zhongtian out and fight him on a more open battlefield.

And the moves he used were exactly the left and right anti-thief moves of "Xinyou Sword Technique", also known as the left and right guard moves.

The swing arc of this move can be large or small, and it can advance, attack, retreat or defend at the same time. It is suitable for many combat scenarios.

When he came to the street outside Baozi Shop, Ding Xiu finally got enough space to perform, so he changed his steps and held the slender Miao knife in front of him, holding it in front of him with one hand and behind his back in the other, with the tip of the knife pointing forward. Lin Zhongtian.

Seeing this familiar posture in his memory, a smile appeared on Lin Zhongtian's face.

"Ding Xiu, you are indeed very strong."

"...you know my name?"

Ding Xiu frowned and couldn't help thinking.

Although he prides himself on his martial arts skills, in terms of name, he is far less prominent than the devil with blood-stained hands in front of him.

How did the other party know his name?

Lin Zhongtian pulled out the long sword from his waist. Just when he was about to say something with a smile, his expression suddenly changed and he stabbed behind him with his backhand sword.

The tip of the sword cut through the air, causing a scream.

Jin Yichuan, who was hiding in the shadows, shrank his pupils and hurriedly put the two knives in his hands alternately in front of him.

"Qiang——"

A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and a huge force came from the tip of the sword.

Jin Yichuan felt his hands were numb and unable to resist. He couldn't help but retreat continuously. At the same time, the two knives in his hands flicked twice unconsciously, exposing the undefended chest and abdomen in the middle.

Lin Zhongtian was unyielding and took advantage of the victory to pursue him. The tip of his sword stabbed Jin Yichuan's chest with a sound that broke through the air.

Seeing that Jin Yichuan was about to be pierced through the heart by the long sword, Ding Xiu angrily glared at his overestimating junior brother, then shouted loudly, changed his grip, held the sword in both hands high above his head, and slashed at Lin Zhongtian's back. past.

Lin Zhongtian had already expected this, and the sword thrust at Jin Yichuan was just a false move.

When Ding Xiu slashed at him with his sword, Lin Zhongtian dodged and backed away. At the same time, he carried the long sword behind his back, and the spine of the sword brushed against the blade.

Then Lin Zhongtian twisted his body and turned his hips, with the blade of the sword close to the blade, from behind to in front of him. At the same time, he pressed down, and with the power of Ding Xiu's slash, he struck the ground with the sword.

Ding Xiu was shocked when the sword struck the air, and he couldn't help blurting out.

"Xinyou Sword Technique, are you also a descendant of the Qi family army?"

"Of course not..."

Lin Zhongtian smiled slightly, but before he finished speaking, a cloth shoe with mud still standing on the sole appeared in front of him.

Naturally, Lin Zhongtian didn't want to have the shoes stuck on his face, so he swung the shoes away with his sword, neutralized the attack, and retreated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Xiu stood up with the sword in hand, assumed the same posture again, and pointed the tip of the sword at Lin Zhongtian with a solemn expression.

At the same time, Jin Yichuan next to him also regained his composure. He held his two knives in one hand, one in front of him, and the other in reverse. He took an offensive posture and walked slowly behind Lin Zhongtian, waiting for opportunities to find his weaknesses.

Lin Zhongtian twitched the corner of his mouth and cupped his hand towards Ding Xiu, who had his bare left foot in front of him.

"A soldier never tires of deceit, Fu learned the lesson."

Ding Xiu curled his lips and did not reply.

Lin Zhongtian glanced at the moon in the sky, thought for a moment, and suddenly raised his hands and said: "It's getting late, and Fu is a little tired, so I won't bother you anymore. I'll come back to you two for advice another day!"

After saying that, Lin Zhongtian sheathed his sword, jumped up to the roof, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them after a few ups and downs.

Jin Yichuan's eyes widened, looking at the roof where Lin Zhongtian disappeared, and couldn't help but say.

"What kind of light skill is this?"

"Maybe it's just because of my strength..."

Ding Xiu stared at the trampled stone brick at his feet and said with a strange expression.

Jin Yichuan did not notice these details. Hearing the words of his senior brother Ding Xiu, he couldn't help but recall the sword strike just now, so he nodded and sighed with lingering fear: "This guy is indeed very strong - no, senior brother, this person is Who?"

Ding Xiu glanced at him and said slowly while sheathing the Miao knife.

"The Bone Demon Hand, Fu Qingyun."

"It turns out to be him!"

Jin Yichuan was perked up after hearing this, and couldn't help but look at the direction where Lin Zhongtian disappeared again.

Putting away the long knife, Ding Xiu put it on his shoulder again. Just as he was about to turn around and walk into the bun shop, he suddenly turned his head as if he remembered something, looked at Jin Yichuan and said, "Oh, by the way, Yichuan, Fu Qingyun doesn't seem to be here." I like the nickname White Bone Demon Hand. If you encounter him next time on errands, remember to call him Fu Qingyun, otherwise I'm afraid he will have a grudge and kill you first."

Although it was a warning, Ding Xiu's tone was still so casual and careless.

Jin Yichuan had long been accustomed to his senior brother's attitude. He smiled slightly when he heard this.

"I don't think he likes this name either."

"...Oh?" Ding Xiu paused, turned around again, and asked with interest, "From what you said, it seems that you know a lot of information about this guy. Can you tell me?"

Jin Yichuan chuckled, and just as he was about to speak, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times.

Ding Xiu frowned and stretched out a hand, wanting to pat his back.

Jin Yichuan stretched out his hand to block Ding Xiu, rejecting the clumsy kindness of his senior brother. After calming down, he said: "It's not a big deal. You are so anxious to call me here tonight, so you should tell me your information first!"

"That's fine."

Ding Xiu nodded and whispered: "The organization has recruited more than 20 experts. They are tentatively scheduled to arrive in the capital in fifteen days. I will need you to help lead the way and cooperate inside and outside to rescue Brother Zhao."

"Fifteen days from now?"

Jin Yichuan calculated in his mind and shook his head: "No, it's too slow."

Ding Xiu frowned: "It's already very fast. If we go faster, the manpower will be reduced by at least half."

Jin Yichuan said flatly: "Then reduce it by half!"

Ding Xiu was a little confused: "That's not true. I remember you said that the sky prison is no better than the big prison in the Yamen. The prisoners detained there will not live for more than three months at most. Once the sentence is passed, there will be no delay at all. They will be released on the same day. Go directly to the execution ground."

Jin Yichuan nodded: "I said so."

Ding Xiu asked: "How long has Brother Zhao been in there?"

Jin Yichuan replied: "It's been more than three months."

Ding Xiu smiled: "Look, this means that the emperor doesn't want to kill him yet, and the matter is not as serious as you think."

Jin Yichuan shook his head: "The emperor did not kill Brother Zhao because he did not remember Brother Zhao, or in other words, he did not want to remember Brother Zhao. But once Brother Zhao's name appears in front of him again, what do you think he will do? Do?"

"..."

Ding Xiu's face was uncertain: "What do you mean?"

Jin Yichuan nodded: "Yes, in seven days, the Ministry of Punishment will hand over the list of those awaiting trial in the prison to the emperor for review. At that time, Brother Zhao's name will definitely appear on the list in the emperor's hand."

"But even if this is the case, the emperor may not necessarily execute Brother Zhao immediately, right?"

"Senior brother, do you plan to tie Brother Zhao's life to the mood of that foolish king?"

Jin Yichuan retorted, then shook his head and said: "I don't want to bet. Brother Zhao once trusted that fool, but you have all seen the result. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to take the initiative. Within seven days, summon all the people who can be summoned to fight with You and I will go to Jie Tian Prison together."

Ding Xiu's expression changed, but he quickly made a decision.

"Okay, let's do it!"

After saying that, Ding Xiu seemed to think of something again, and suddenly asked: "But... where are your two brothers who are on duty?"

Jin Yichuan's face stiffened and his eyes dimmed slightly, but then he regained his composure: "Don't worry, I have already discussed it with Doctor Zhang. I will die of illness in front of them before taking action, and I will never implicate the two of them. "