"Hurry up and protect Uncle Wen!"

"Protect Mr. Wen!"

The villagers also realized at this moment that the original purpose of this group of soldiers from beginning to end was to kill Wen Xianzhong alone!

"Despicable!"

Seeing that Wen Xianzhong was about to be successfully attacked by the Yuan soldiers, Mu Chong could no longer maintain a calm and relaxed expression, so he used all his strength to stab the general's heart with several guns, just to kill him on the spot as soon as possible, but the general began to avoid the battle and no longer confronted him head-on.

After a few breaths, one of the closest guards had already rushed to a position less than two meters away from Wen Xianzhong, and the tip of the wielded ring knife was about to scrape his neck, Mu Chong's eyes were about to split, but after all, he was unable to do anything, so he could only shout heartbreakingly: "Wen Bo!" ”

After all, Wen Xianzhong is old, and in a hurry, he can only barely raise his blade to block, and after the hand-to-hand encounter, the blade will come out of his hand.

At this moment, the air in the whole village seemed to freeze, and the sharp tip of the knife was like a scorpion tail with deadly venom, approaching Wen Xianzhong inch by inch!

The unarmed old man could only close his eyes and wait for death, ready to rush to the ghost gate where there was no return.

Just when the villagers and Mu Chong felt desperate and the middle-aged generals were about to laugh wildly, a sudden change occurred!

A young man who looked a little sick from his face appeared in front of Wen Xianzhong at some point.

He didn't say a word, he didn't put on any posture to meet the enemy, he just used a very ordinary palm knife to hit the inside of the guard's wrist, and easily defused this fatal move.

Then he raised his right leg and swept a swift arc in mid-air, slamming the tip of his black leather boot into the back of the incoming guard's head, knocking him unconscious.

Hearing the ring knife fall to the ground and make a "boom" sound, Wen Xianzhong opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, two lines of hot tears instantly flowed out of his old eyes, and his shriveled lips moved and spit out the two words he was most familiar with and said the most: "Xuan'er? ”

Wen Xuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this strange and incomparably cordial call, and then slowly turned his slightly trembling shoulders and raised a bright smile at Wen Xianzhong, and shouted "Dad".

Maybe he was too excited to see his son who came back to life for a while, Wen Xianzhong didn't ask him when he woke up, nor did he ask when his son who couldn't make it had such good martial arts, he just stood in place and muttered to himself: "It's good to wake up, ......it's good to wake up."

Before the father and son could say a word, the other three guards had already rushed over one after another shouting.

Wen Xuan was very dissatisfied with these people's behavior of disturbing his enjoyment of family warmth, sighed lightly, and then quickly twisted the handle of the ring knife that fell to the ground, and then kicked the ring knife into the air with a toe pick, reached out and held it in his hand and aimed it at them.

"Heh, play assassination in front of me? You're still a little too tender......" Wen Xuan lowered his head and muttered faintly.

Compared with the heroic Mu Chong, Wen Xuan seems to be so weak, so the heads of the three guards all have the same doubt: such a weak sick man put down the guard brother who had never missed with one move empty-handed?

After another two breaths, they cleared up the confusion.

Wen Xuan didn't have a trace of tolerance for enemies who wanted to hurt his relatives, his body moved extremely fast, and in front of everyone, he only used three knives to cut down the seemingly swift and incomparably fast three people in turn, clean and neat, without half a point of mud and water!

"This knife is not bad!" After Wen Xuan stood firmly, he first flicked the blade with his fingertips, praised it with satisfaction, and then wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and sighed, "It's a pity that my body is too weak......"

The audience was silent!

Yuan Bing and the villagers both retreated from the fighting, and one villager wiped the blood on his face while exclaiming in surprise, "It's Wen Xuan!" ”

"Great! I knew that Brother Wen would definitely wake up! Iron Bull completely ignored the horrific wound on his arm that was still bleeding, and said with some excitement.

"Xuan...... Xuan Gongzi? Mu Chong's eyes widened and he looked at him incredulously, his heart full of doubts and shock.

They grew up together since childhood, and he knows Wen Xuan's lazy habits best, but it is difficult for him to squat on a stick of incense, how can he have such good skills? And hasn't he been in a coma all the time, recuperating in a wooden hut on the mountain? How did it suddenly appear here?

Wen Xuan smiled and nodded at Mu Chong with squinted eyes, and then raised his chin towards the middle-aged general, signaling him to deal with the big enemy in front of him first.

"Damn, a small village with less than 100 households, there are two masters one after another? It seems that today is going to suffer a loss. The middle-aged general gritted his teeth and glared at Wen Xuan, deeply imprinting this weak young man who had ruined his good deeds in his mind.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! ”

Although he was a little unwilling, he still gave the correct order based on the situation, and the remaining dozen or so Yuan soldiers did not dare to delay, and immediately retreated to his side to cover him and flee to the entrance of the village.

But Mu Chong, who suffered a big loss in his hands, was willing to give up easily, and immediately chased after him with a gun in both hands, wanting to leave his life in the village.

The general seemed to have been prepared, and in the midst of the battle and retreat, he once again dragged the injured Xu Nong in front of him, and threatened Mu Chong: "If you chase me again, I will kill him." As he spoke, he put the ring knife in his hand to Xu Nong's neck.

"You're ......!" In the face of his shameless behavior, Mu Chong trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

The middle-aged general looked at Mu Chong's helpless appearance and sneered, then suddenly pushed the unconscious Xu Nong outward, and then raised the ring knife above his head, wanting to chop Xu Nong alive!

"You're really impatient." As this low sentence sounded in his ears, the middle-aged general felt that he was immersed in cold air from head to toe, and an unprecedented sense of crisis filled every inch of his nerves, and he immediately subconsciously put away his knife and squatted down.

Wen Xuan didn't know when he appeared behind the general, the ring knife in his hand roared, the blade rubbed against the air and made a "swish" sound, fortunately, the general dodged in time, and after squatting, he rolled in a circle to avoid the knife that made his cold hair stand upright.

The general didn't even dare to look back and take another look, he lost his sword and fled, and the two Yuan soldiers hurriedly came over to help the queen of the palace.

"Want to run? Think beautifully! ”

Wen Xuan put away the knife and supported Xu Nong, and his eyes burst out with strong killing intent again, but as soon as he moved, his legs softened, and the whole person fell forward with Xu Nong, thanks to Mu Chong's quick eyes, he rushed over and helped the two.