"Hey, I..."

Seeing Yang Xingzhou get into the carriage, Yang Bufan was very surprised: "Master, there are too many of them, I may not be able to defeat them!"

Yang Xingzhou lay down comfortably in the car and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can fight them, but as long as your head doesn't fall off, I can treat you!"

The thirty or so men in black in front of them were able to charge away from poisonous insects, snakes, and scorpions without being harmed, and they were able to withstand Yang Xingzhou's voiceless command which contained the soul-stirring technique.

It was difficult to resist Yang Xingzhou's orders and instructions, which shows the power of these people on the other side.

Yang Shaorou is the general manager of the seventy-two water and land docks in the south of the Yangtze River. He has almost all skills, including internal skills, fists, and hidden weapons. He is also a well-known person in the world. Even he can't resist Yang Xingzhou's light words, and in front of him

These thirty people were able to hold on. This level of determination was truly astonishing.

Yang Bufan had privately competed with Yang Shaorou several times in Suzhou City before. The difference in cultivation between the two was not too big. Generally speaking, due to limitations in fighting experience and skill, Yang Bufan was slightly weaker than Yang Shaorou.

Even Yang Bufan couldn't withstand Yang Xingzhou's orders, but these devils from the demon sect could stand well. Yang Bufan couldn't help but feel nervous. Although he knew that with Yang Xingzhou looking after him, he had great security, but the master

Intersection, life and death only last for a moment. No one can protect himself from having his head cut off if he is not careful. No matter how good Yang Xingzhou's medical skills are, he cannot sew his head back up.

So Yang Bufan was extremely nervous.

Although this guy is smart, he is extremely afraid of death. However, because of his fear of death, he practices desperately for fear of being killed. He is similar to the Wanhei Python in the Black Wind Village in the main world.

At this juncture, after understanding that if the other party did not die, he would die, and a huge courageous spirit suddenly emerged in his heart. He suddenly raised his head and roared, let out a roar, shot forward with his body, and slapped his palms towards

The leading masked man: "Take the move!"

The group of people on the opposite side were still in great shock. By the time they reacted, Yang Bufan had already swatted away with his palms like wind and thunder.

Just looking at the momentum from these two palms, the masked man in the lead found it difficult to resist. He shuddered on the spot, raised his hands, and touched Yang Bufan's palms.

puff!

Without waiting for Yang Bufan's palm force to hit, the man retreated as soon as Yang Bufan came into contact, flipped several somersaults in the air, and finally fell behind the crowd.

After Yang Bufan struck out with his palms, it seemed as if they were hitting the air. Fortunately, he followed Yang Xingzhou's instructions and used all his strength to attack the enemy, but he still had to leave twelve points behind, so he sensed that the palm force did not strike.

After arriving at the right place, he spread his palms and slapped the two guards in black on the left and right.

Bang bang!

The two guards raised their hands to catch his palm, and then threw him backwards.

In the past, Qiu Qianren was famous in the world for his Iron Palm Kung Fu, which was comparable to the five best in the world. His iron palm annihilation of Hengshan was well known to the world. Now Yang Bufan used it. Although it was not as powerful as Qiu Qianren's in the past, his palm skills were powerful and precise.

Surprisingly, in just a moment, five or six powerful enemies were seriously injured.

But that's all. He just took advantage of a sudden opportunity. After a group of people reacted, the leader shouted not far away, and the remaining dozens of people dispersed, forming a strange formation.

, surrounding Yang Bufan in the circle.

"kill!"

More than a dozen people took action at the same time, attacking Yang Bufan's vital points. The light of swords and shadows enveloped his whole body.

Yang Bufan's body trembled, spinning like a wildly spinning top. A soft sword appeared in his hand, and a burst of light suddenly bloomed from in front of him. Then there was a constant sound of clanking weapons, and ten people attacked him.

The weapons of several people were all blocked by him.

Amidst the sharp clash of weapons, a handful of white smoke spurted out from Yang Bufan's sleeve, instantly covering a square foot around.

One of the life-saving skills passed down by Yang Xingzhou is quicklime powder!

During the fierce fight, no one at the scene had time to escape. In an instant, five or six masters were blinded by the quicklime powder. They screamed and retreated. Yang Bufan laughed loudly, and the soft sword in his hand trembled like a silver snake, blinking.

A dozen swords were thrust out.

Bloody light burst out.

Several more bodies were found at the scene.

"It's quicklime powder!"

"Don't let it get in your eyes!"

"Yang Xingzhou's disciples are actually so despicable!"

The besiegers were startled and retreated at the same time, and the encirclement expanded instantly.

Yang Bufan took the opportunity to rush forward and stabbed to death a man in black in front of him whose eyes were blurred, and prepared to break out of the encirclement.

At this moment, heavy footsteps with a strange rhythm sounded from not far away. Yang Bufan's forward body suddenly froze, with a look of surprise on his face, and he slowly turned towards the place where the sound came from.

A man wearing a long robe with long sleeves, a long knife hanging diagonally on his waist, and wooden clogs on his feet, holding a strange long knife in both hands, stepped closer to Yang Bufan step by step.

Everyone else had their faces covered, but this middle-aged man was not. He had a wide robe and long sleeves, and had an extremely weird hairstyle on his head. From his forehead to the back of his head, a palm-wide strip of hair in the middle was shaved off by a razor.

He held two small turbans on his side. He held a long knife in his hand and a short sword slung across his waist. His attire was very weird.

This man's face was stern, his eyes were as cool as water, and his footsteps seemed extremely heavy. Every time he took a step, a dull sound would be heard on the ground, as if a giant was walking on the ground, but his movement gave people a sense of

The strange feeling of lightness, the extremely contradictory feelings of lightness and heaviness appear in one person at the same time, which shows that the other person must have practiced a unique mental method and has a high level of attainment.

In Yang Bufan's perception, the masked people around him had disappeared like a tide, and only the middle-aged man in front of him, holding a long knife, was approaching.

"Hi!"

When he was still about ten feet away from Yang Bufan, the man's body suddenly accelerated, and the long knife in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning, slashing diagonally towards Yang Bufan.

This sword, both in speed and power, far surpassed any master of swordsmanship that Yang Bufan had ever seen. When the light of the sword lit up, the blade had already reached Yang Bufan's chest.

Yang Bufan shouted loudly, and the soft sword in his hand was like a rope wrapped around the long knife that was coming. At the same time, his body fell sharply to one side, trying his best to avoid this earth-shattering knife.

boom!

The moment the soft sword entangled the opponent's long sword, it was shattered into countless fragments by the unparalleled strength and scattered in all directions.

The long sword continued to castrate and slash diagonally. As the sword energy leaked out, Yang Bufan's clothes had already torn open, and he was about to touch his skin. The next moment, he would be cut in two by the slanted shoulder strap.

.

"You're dead now!"

Yang Bufan did not dodge, but suddenly a long sword as thick as a finger came out of the sleeve of his left hand and stabbed the throat of the man in black opposite him.

This is a style of fighting that kills both. Originally, Yang Bufan thought that he would never use this last sword, but now in the most desperate and critical moment, he can only use this style of fighting. He is confident that he will kill him before the opponent

At the same time, his sword can also pierce the opponent's throat.
Chapter completed!