There is never a shortage of people who want to be promoted and get bounties, even Zhang Mao's subordinates are no exception.

I saw that seven of his dozen subordinates had fallen to the ground, and the rest of them were holding knives and slowly surrounded him, and it could be seen from their eyes staring at Zhang Mao that the next person they were going to deal with was Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao looked at them in surprise, suddenly laughed, and said, "It's vain for Lao Tzu to think that you are brothers, but I don't want you to be that old guy's person, good, very good!" ”

As soon as the words fell, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he sneered and slowly tightened the knife in his hand.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, rolling the snowflakes in and falling on everyone's bodies, which seemed to have a sense of slaughter.

Zhang Mao walked over slowly, walking towards his former "brothers", his knife, the blood had coagulated, flashing with a fierce light.

With each step he took, his men took a step back, and suddenly one of them shouted "kill" and raised his sword to meet him.

Zhang Mao sneered and shouted, "Good to come." ”

Raising the knife high, he slashed down, and the knife in his hand immediately turned into a curtain of light.

No sooner had the curtain of light arisen than it had vanished—in the chest of the man across from him.

The faces of his men were distorted, and blood spurted out of his chest, spreading out in the air like a little plum blossom in a garden, falling everywhere.

At this time, several other people also rushed up.

Zhang Mao stared, brandished a long knife, moved to a wrong step, and in an instant, the sword was full of light, and the wind was loud.

One opponent after another fell under his sword, and many knife marks were added to his body, and blood flowed down the armor, and he was quickly frozen on the armor.

The wind blew the snowflakes into the corridor piece by piece, blowing on Zhang Mao's body, which was very cold.

As if he didn't feel it, he slashed the last of his subordinates with a knife, turned around slowly, stared at Pei Wei with blood-red eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps from far and near, and in the corridor, Xiao Yue held a sword, and led more than a dozen guards in armor and bows to rush over and surround the Zhang Mao.

Xiao Yue rushed to Pei Sishi's side and said with a solemn face: "Miss, don't be afraid, there are hundreds of guards who will arrive soon." ”

Pei Sishi nodded and smiled slightly, a little reluctantly.

The scene of Zhang Mao fighting everyone just now is still repeated in Pei Sishi's mind, those people are all elites who survived on the battlefield, but they can't beat Zhang Mao alone, how can these pampered guards win?!

Zhang Mao glanced at the palace guards, then at Pei Sishi, and finally his eyes fell on Fang Chengtian.

"Stinky boy, do you dare to fight with Lao Tzu?!"

Pei Sishi took Fang Chengtian's arm, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't go, wait for the palace guard to deal with him......"

Fang Chengtian looked at Zhang Mao straight and didn't speak.

Zhang Mao glanced at the surrounding guards again, looked at Fang Chengtian, and sneered: "Is such a man who has no seed worthy of Sishi?" ”

Pei Wei glanced at Fang Chengtian, and then at Zhang Mao, brushing his beard, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that her master had not yet ordered the attack, Xiao Yue walked to Pei Hao's side with an anxious face and said in a low voice, "Master......"

As soon as she spoke, Pei Wei waved her hand, interrupted her, and said, "Don't worry, that Zhang Mao is not easy to deal with, wait for more guards to arrive." ”

Fang Chengtian smiled at this time, looked at the Zhang Mao and smiled: "Since you can't wait, then I will accompany you through a few tricks, but your injuries are ......."

Zhang Mao laughed and said: "I didn't expect you stinky boy to be a little interesting, in this situation, everyone is looking forward to Lao Tzu being injured and dying directly, but you still want to have a fair duel with Lao Tzu, just rush at you, Lao Tzu will leave you a whole corpse." ”

After saying that, he said loudly, "Come on! ”

Pei Sishi pulled Fang Chengtian tightly and kept shaking her head at him: "Don't go, you can't beat his ......"

Tears had clouded her eyes.

Fang Chengtian gently patted the back of her hand, slowly pulled it away from his own arm, and smiled: "Don't worry!" ”

This battle is just to delay time, not a life-and-death duel, and Fang Chengtian just looked carefully at Zhang Mao's kung fu, although he is very strong, he is also confident to defeat him, not to mention that Zhang Mao is still injured.

The wind blew through the corridors, the snow flakes, and the killings.

Fang Chengtian walked slowly towards the Zhang Mao, he walked very slowly, and when he arrived, Zhang Mao was obviously a little anxious, and the hand holding the knife kept flipping and changing his posture.

He still seemed a little nervous.

As soon as Fang Chengtian stood still, Zhang Mao couldn't wait, suddenly made a move, raised the long knife, and slashed at Fang Chengtian's left neck diagonally.

This knife seems to be extremely common and has no skills at all, but just such a knife made everyone present gasp.

This knife was too fast, as fast as lightning, and they saw Zhang Mao raise the knife high, and in the next moment, the knife was close to Fang Chengtian's neck less than three inches.

Pei Sishi's face turned white with fright, just looking at the figures of the two, she felt that Fang Chengtian was not an opponent, Fang Chengtian's already slender figure, in front of Zhang Mao, it seemed like the difference between a child and an adult.

Even Pei Wei frowned in shock, although he was not satisfied with Fang Chengtian's son-in-law, and was even a little bored, but this kid was the one who made his daughter think about it after all, and his medical skills were amazing, if he died like this, it would be a pity.

Xiao Yue had already exclaimed in surprise: "Childe be careful! His face was pale.

Zhang Mao was smiling, full of confidence in the pen, how powerful his knife was, he knew better than anyone that although this knife was cut by him under his injury, it gathered his whole body strength, surpassing any of his previous knives.

This knife is fast, accurate, powerful, and very powerful. Before the knife arrived, the knife wind had already changed the direction of the snowflakes that blew in, blowing Fang Chengtian's black hair into the air.

Fang Chengtian didn't move, he didn't even blink his eyes.

He squinted at the knife and didn't move until it was almost on him.

He moved in a strange direction, falling to the ground in the direction of the knife.

Although the knife was long, it couldn't reach the ground, Zhang Mao's eyes widened, and a martial artist completely disregarded his demeanor, and drilled into the ground with the first move.

The others didn't have the same idea as Zhang Mao, and they were all relieved to see Fang Chengtian dodge this knife.

Then their eyes widened again, for the turtle fell to its knees suddenly.

When Zhang Mao knelt down, his face was also full of surprise and anger.

Shocked that Fang Chengtian was able to dodge his knife, angry that Fang Chengtian actually used a secret weapon to plot against him, feeling the soreness coming from his knees, and his face showed a trace of helplessness.

With a "bang", his tower-like body fell to his knees, and he looked sideways to see a slender silver needle stuck in his left knee.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it out, slowly stood up, gritted his teeth and stared at Fang Chengtian, tightened the knife in his hand, suddenly shouted again, and pounced.