As Luan Yu spoke, except for the seven or eight assassins who stayed in the doorway, the rest of the people dispersed, looking for a way to climb the wall and get out.

Song Zheng was secretly anxious, thinking that by seeing through the enemy's tricks and blocking the gate, he could reduce the pressure on Lang Bochuan's side, but he didn't expect Luan Yu to divide his troops. If these assassins were to be surrounded, Lang Bochuan would be more than lucky.

Without further ado, Song Zheng was also ruthless, "Zhang Chong, leave it to me here!" When you go to the wall, there are those who pass over the wall, and there is no mercy! As he spoke, with a bang, another sharp arrow flew away. Song Zheng understood that if he didn't take care of himself, Zhang Chong would not be able to guard the gate alone. At the moment, he had to let Zhang Chong kill the assassin who jumped over the wall, and he went all out to block the gate.

Zhang Chong also knew the current situation, and hurriedly stepped back and let Song Zheng go up, while he himself flashed to the side, hurriedly cut off his sleeves, and wrapped himself around the bleeding place around his waist.

It just so happened that the first Assassin to climb the wall had just jumped off the wall. Zhang Chong roared angrily and pounced, and the steel knife fell down.

Song Zheng's skills are most suitable for sneak attacks and guerrilla fights, but he can't choose at this time. A bearded man bullied Song Zheng's thin body, brandished a big knife, and slashed down from the top left to the bottom right. The end of the Panlong sword stick quickly caught up, sticking to the opponent's blade, borrowing force to the side, the big knife slashed, and before the strong man could retract the knife, the tip of the Panlong sword stick had been inserted into the big man's right eye, straight into the brain marrow.

Before Song Zheng could pull out the tip of the sword, the two steel knives on both sides of the strong man had already arrived, sticking towards Song Zheng's ribs. When Song Zheng turned sideways, the strong man let out a terrible roar and threw away the big knife to cover his eyes. Song Zheng struggled to hit the other party with his shoulder, sweating back, knocking down the two assassins who were sneaking up behind him, and pulled out his sword, stick, and iron brazing.

Song Zheng took a step forward and stepped on the abdomen of the bearded man, and at the same time swung his sword and stick, and quickly clicked on each of the two assassins who were knocked down. The two men threw away their knives like the brawny men, but instead of their eyes, they covered their throats. No matter how hard they clutched their necks, the blood from their throats was still gushing out through their fingers.

In the blink of an eye, three assassins died, and Song Zheng's ferocity stunned the other four assassins in the doorway. Song Zheng didn't give them a chance to react, stepped forward again, crashed into the middle of the two assassins behind him, and without waiting for the other party to swing his sword, Song Zheng's sword and stick struck hard at both ends to the left and right.

The end of the sword stick was inserted into the mouth of one of the assassins on the left, who had just opened his mouth in fright, and he didn't want to be stuffed directly into his mouth by Song Zheng's sword stick. Due to Song Zheng's exertion, the assassin's neck stretched out, and the throat behind his mouth was already broken by the end of the stick.

At the same time, the tip of the sword stick was pierced under the right Assassin's ear and inserted directly into the cavity of the brain through the ear canal.

Song Zheng knew that he couldn't delay at this time, and he had to aim for maximum damage, so he shot mercilessly, picking up the neck and head, which were killing places. If you hit the chest and abdomen, not only will the sword and stick be inconvenient, but it will not be fatal with one blow.

The five assassins did not even have a chance to engage Song Zheng in hand-to-hand combat, so they returned to Huangquan. The remaining two assassins no longer had the courage to kill Song Zheng, and in a hurry, they couldn't help but take two steps back, and the steel knife danced wildly in front of them, not seeking to hurt anyone, but to protect themselves.

Song Zheng held the sword and stick in his hand one or two, the end of the sword and the end of the stick were drenched in blood, ignoring the sword shadow dancing wildly in front of him, and his eyes fiercely met Luan Yu, who was still standing in front of the steps.

Luan Yu's face was like frost, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and he also glared at Song Zheng coldly, with a bit of incredulity on his face. The last time Luan Yu saw Song Zheng make a move was four years ago, when Song Zheng was flexible and changeable, and his kung fu was not outstanding. Four years later, the young man of that year has lost his youthful color, and his kung fu is even more incomparable, extremely ruthless.

"What kind of weapon are you?" Luan asked in a deep voice, but the arrow was still aimed at Song Zheng.

The corners of Song Zheng's mouth curled, "You want to know?" Then let it tell you! ”

As soon as he said that, Song Zheng made a move. Luan Yu also released a sharp arrow without hesitation, and then quickly pulled out a branch and put it on the bow. The sharp arrow came in an instant, but he saw Song Zheng facing him. At this time, the two Assassins in front of him were still wielding their knives rapidly, and the end of the coiling dragon sword stick was inserted into the shadow of the sword on the right, and the knife stopped, but the end of the stick was drawn on the Assassin's temple like a whip.

The assassin's head was sideways, blocking in front of Song Zheng, and was being poured into the back of his head by Luan Hui's arrow, and the black sword head drilled out from the tip of his mouth and nose. The huge momentum caused the assassin to crash towards Song Zheng.

Without waiting for Luan's second arrow to hit, Song Zheng stepped forward with his sword and stick in one hand and grabbed the assassin's collar with the other, and rushed towards Luan. As for the other assassin, he was already frightened away by this time.

From the view gate to the temple gate, there is a distance of nearly 20 zhang. For an archer like Luan, the lethality of sharp arrows was very amazing, and Song Zheng was not sure to rush over intact, so he could only use the assassin's corpse as a shield in order to rush close and make the opponent's bow and arrow useless.

Luan Yu snorted coldly, and the strings rang out. This time, he still shot the back of the corpse's neck. However, although Luan Yue's archery skills are high, they can't reach the level of Zu Jie, and they can't achieve the effect of continuous arrows. This arrow followed the first arrow and also came out of the tip of the mouth and nose. However, the strength of the arrow was amazing, which made Song Zheng's figure stagnate.

After two consecutive arrows, the head of the assassin's corpse was almost cracked, making it extremely terrifying. But he couldn't care about this, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again.

At this time, there were very few assassins in the courtyard, and most of them had already climbed over the wall, which made Song Zheng couldn't help but worry about Zhang Chong outside the courtyard, with Zhang Chong's ability, he obviously couldn't deal with so many assassins. Song Zheng only hoped that he could end up in a short time and free up his hands to help outside the hospital.

Another arrow flew in, and the distance between Song Zheng and Luan Yu had been narrowed by seven or eight zhang, and the arrow power was even greater. With only this arrow, the head of the corpse in front of Song Zheng completely exploded, and the two arrows on the head flew out together, and Song Zheng dodged it, but the red and white things in his brain were scattered all over Song Zheng.

Song Zheng couldn't care about this, he only hoped that Luan Yu could escape, in this case, the arrow in his hand would not be able to work. Song Zheng firmly believes that with his own speed, he will be able to catch up with Luan Yu and force him to fight.

Luan Xuan obviously knew this, but he was not afraid, and he also sped up his shot, and shot arrows quickly, making Song Zheng's speed slow down from time to time.

After more than a dozen arrows, Song Zheng finally advanced to a distance of more than ten zhang from Luan. At this point, his left hand, which was holding the corpse, was aching. As for the human shield, it had turned into a headless corpse with sharp arrows stuck in its back, scattered pieces of flesh, dripping blood, and bloody breath wafting throughout the entire Taoist temple.

The fighting outside the Taoist temple has entered a white heat. The sound of the clashing of blades, the roar of the wounded, accompanied by the sound of whimpering wind, resounded throughout the night sky. Suddenly, there was another "ah" sound outside, and Song Zheng heard that it was Zhang Chong's voice, who had obviously been stabbed.

Song Zheng couldn't help but become anxious, and there was no time to delay. Taking advantage of the gap between Luan Yu's arrows, Song He took a step forward, and the coiling dragon sword stick in his right hand shook and retracted back into his body. Then he stooped down and grabbed the corpse's feet, roared, picked it up and threw it forward.

Luan Yu shot the last arrow in the arrow box and was heading for the headless corpse. Due to the close distance, the huge penetrating force caused the already tattered headless corpse to explode in midair. Scattered pieces of minced flesh were scattered, and a rain of blood splashed up.

Before the blood rain landed, Song Zheng had already flashed out and rushed towards Luan Yu with a body full of blood. Luan Yu slammed the bow in his hand in front of Song Zheng, his left hand was wiped around his waist, and the full moon scimitar came out with a bright silver light.

With a "snap", Song Zheng just knocked the bow away, and the scimitar slashed towards the middle door, as fast as thunder. Song Zheng was shocked, and the sword stick pulled at both ends without hesitation. A spark flashed, and the blade struck the chain in the middle of the sword. Its force was so great that Song Zheng couldn't help but take a step back, and the scimitar hit Song Zheng's chest against the chain. Thanks to the fact that the chain is made of extremely hard silver steel, it has not been split by Luan.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Four years ago, Song Zheng fought with Luan Hui, and the two were equal in kung fu. In the past few years, Song Zheng's kung fu has made great progress, and Luan Yu has not been idle, at least in terms of strength, it is much greater than four years ago.

Luan Xuan's wrist was cut down, wanting to use the full moon bend of the weapon to cut Song Zheng's chest and abdomen. Song Zheng pressed down with force, and the chain slid along the scimitar, sliding directly to the opponent's wrist, and at the same time, his body retreated half-in the air until Luan Zheng was exhausted. The two sides had descended the steps to the top of the ground.

The scimitar was between Song Zheng's legs, almost cutting to the ground, and Luan Yu's body was also taken forward. The opportunity cannot be missed, Song Zheng has always fought not only with the advantage of weapons. He leaned forward, his forehead slamming against Luan's eyebrows.

The two took two steps back at the same time. Song Zheng was better, but Luan Yu staggered, sitting on the steps with his butt on the steps, blood stains gushing from between his eyebrows. Although the brow bone is hard, how does it compare to the forehead? Luan Yu was suddenly frustrated, and his mind was clouded.

After Song Zheng moved his body for a moment, he stepped forward again, this time, he grabbed the tip of the sword stick and smashed it fiercely towards the top of Luan Yu's head.

Although Luan Yu was dizzy, his reaction was not slow, and the scimitar was sideways, struggling to stand on top of his head, and once again struck the iron chain in the middle of the sword stick. But I didn't think that Song Zheng's sword stick was taken from the coiling dragon stick, which was also like nunchucks. Although the chain was framed, the end of the stick swept down, and smashed against Luan's ear and smashed on his left shoulder.

Luan Yu screamed in pain, hurriedly turned to the side, and dodged a sweep from Song Zheng.

Before Luan Yu got up, Song Zheng's sword stick had already been changed to his left hand, like a long dragon, and the end of the sword flew towards him. Luan Yu wanted to turn over and dodge again, but overnight, his left arm had been stabbed with a sword stick. Thanks to the sword stick is not a spear, otherwise Luan Yu's side would have been penetrated.

Song Zheng took advantage of the fact that the other party was not familiar with the sword and stick, and after gaining the upper hand, he did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and the attack was like a storm, rolling towards Luan Yu. Luan continued to roll on the ground until he reached a pine tree, and then he stood up.

At this time, Luan Yu's back, lower abdomen, and thighs were added with a blood hole, and although it was not deep in the body, the blood was gurgling. His ribs were also swept by Song Zheng, breaking two ribs. This is also his quick reaction and dodging the fatal point. Otherwise, he would have died under Song Zheng's sword and stick.

Even so, Luan Yu still leaned against the tree, holding a scimitar, and glared at Song Zheng fiercely.

At this moment, Lang Bochuan's exclamation came from outside the hospital. Song Zheng paused slightly, "Liuer is a dog's life, and he will kill the gold thief in the future." With that, he immediately turned around and rushed out of the gate.

Seeing Song Zheng's figure disappear into the gate, Luan Yu sat on the ground languidly like a deflated ball.