There were two soul guests with the fastest reaction and the fastest movements, at the beginning of the poplar power, Zhao Wuji had stopped casting spells and quickly retreated, but in the next moment, the black sword shadow swept over their arms, only to see the blood rush, and then drew a sad blood line, which fell miserably on the ground not far away, and the picture looked extremely bloody!

The slanting rain pavilion under the night rain was dead silent, and Zhao Wuji stood in the rain, looking at the three great families around him with fear on their faces, and looking at his demon destroying sword that was drinking blood, with a calm and unmoved face.

Zhang Sheng pulled out of the battle, and just happened to see this scene, his face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "Water Soul Realm Soul Guest! Obviously it's just a Water Soul Guest! How can there be such a powerful Water Soul Realm Soul Guest in the world!"

Zhang Sheng's voice was a little crazy, as if he couldn't figure out what nonsense he had said at this time.

Yang Shu was still suspended in the air with his feet on the sword shuttle, and the sword shuttle that had made a hole for Zhao Wuji also flew back and circled around him. But from time to time, he will launch a surprise attack on a soul guest, and a surprise attack is a fatal kill. Therefore, in the eyes of the three major families, Zhao Wuji's sword is terrifying, but Yang Shu's active and weird sword shuttle is even more terrifying.

"I've been thinking, you're so showy, I seem to have to give you some hardship. Poplar said lukewarmly.

Zhao Wuji held the sword in his backhand, leaned forward, and said, "For example?"

Yang Shu said: "For example, if I didn't make a move just now, let you bear the combined blow of those soul guests." You're good at attacking, but not good at defending, and even if that wave of attacks just now can't kill you, it will definitely make you lose ugly. ”

Zhao Wuji said indifferently: "You won't do that." ”

Yang Shuhu asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and said, "Because you are also a showman." That was a great opportunity for you. ”

Yang Shu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly.

Although he was already very tired, the gradual fall of the enemy still made Yang Fan feel the pressure reduced. He ran towards Yan, and with a wave of his right hand, the Netherworld Ferry suddenly flew towards the heads of Yan and the three Golden Soul Realm soul guests, instantly expanding tenfold.

The Netherworld Ferry floats in the night, glowing faintly.

Those rays of light suddenly lit up, and they immediately took Yan and Zhang Sheng in.

The next moment, Yang Fan's voice sounded in the Netherworld Ferry: "Yan, I'll seal this Netherworld Ferryboat and don't let them go out." You dragged them into the Black Sea. Fighting in the Black Sea, their power will weaken, while yours will increase, they are definitely not your opponent!"

After speaking, Yang Fan hugged Xiaolong and Xiong and said, "I want to concentrate on sealing the ferry, and you will protect the Dharma for me!"

"Yes!" Xiong Hug's body flashed with green light, and his body suddenly expanded several times, standing in front of Yang Fan, it was like a big mountain.

Yang Fan issued a series of orders in an instant, which had already set the tone of this battle.

Unconsciously, the initiative of the battle has gradually been in his hands.

The rain falls to the ground, quickly stained with the dust accumulated on weekdays, gradually collects into a stream to the sewer by the street, and is quickly stinted with years of mud, which is the favorite environment of the rats of Sioux City. A rat with some festering fur pounced on a human severed finger with two dirty black front paws, and kept gnawing excitedly, the human fights that took place in the high field of vision had nothing to do with it, it only hoped that the black shadow would cut a few more arms, hoping that the pouring rain would wash those arms in front of him and have a good meal.

With a snap, something whizzed and smashed in front of the mouse, splashing mud and blood all over the ground. The rat ran away in terror, and when it was about to burrow into the rat hole at the foot of the courtyard wall, it reluctantly looked back at the finger that was about to be gnawed into white bones, and then resolutely shook its tail and got in, if it looked carefully and found that the thing that splashed the rain and blood was a human head, it would surely regret its decision.

The rat got out of the rat hole, and there was no way to regret it, and the moment it was trampled to death by that hard boot, I wonder if it regretted that it had not been able to tell its fellow people that there was food here.

A young man in a green shirt raised his foot, glanced at the bloody rat at his feet, listened to the sound of the slanting rain pavilion in the distance, slowly retreated to the queue, gestured with his hand to his colleagues about the battle in the distance, and then looked back at the carriage a little farther away.

Dozens of men in raincoats surrounded the carriage, holding crossbow arrows in their hands, and the sound of killing in the distant rain pavilion was shaking the sky at the moment, but they didn't notice their existence, these people were silent like a group of stone sculptures, neither wind and rain nor fighting could make the expression on their faces change in the slightest.

In the large carriage sat two men, and between them was a small table, on which was a pot of warm wine. One of them was a middle-aged man with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in a star-white robe, with a small sword resting quietly on the wooden floor beside him, and the other wearing a hat with no face, dressed in black, with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck. He grabbed the flask and poured it for the man opposite him, filling it for himself.

The long-robed swordsman frowned slightly at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly, "I thought we could sit quietly in the carriage and drink all the time, but now it seems that it can't be done. ”

The man in black lowered his head and didn't speak, just drank silently, he listened to the faint sound of flying swords breaking through the air and splitting rain in the distance, staring at the front of the Green Snake Street, and gradually felt that his mood had become a little uneasy, so he lowered his head, drank a glass, and poured another full glass.

"Old Five, you look nervous. The man in the robe raised his glass and took a sip, not as slurped as his companion did.

"I didn't. The man in black replied succinctly.

"Then why is your body shaking?"

"I'm angry. ”

"You should be angry. These two people, one is Yang Fan's own brother Yang Shu, and the other is the eldest grandson of the Zhao family, Wuji. And these monsters are all Yang Fan's subordinates. They are all murderers who killed Zheng'er. Only when they are all killed can they be regarded as revenge for Zheng'er. ”

"Fourth brother, when will you do it?".

"Wait. ”

The man in the long robe looked towards the Oblique Rain Pavilion, his expression became a little solemn, and he was a little excited, and said, "There has not been such a master in Suzhou City for a long time. Tonight's battle will change the landscape of Sioux City. Although our Zhang family has hidden its strength, its public strength is also a hundred times stronger than that of the other four families. But despite this, the Zhao family dared to enter Sioux City to destroy the pattern of Sioux City, and it really had some capital. ”