Fan Tou, who was jumping in the air, just turned his head to see the tail of the horse team embarrassed by the tripping rope, and a dark and dull black light went straight to his throat silently.

This is Kewang's fatal blow, and through his continuous exchanges with Zhiwen and Dingguo, he is no longer as popular as before.

Now he has just the right amount of strength, and his shots are silent, more hidden, but also more lethal.

Fan Tou, who was still in mid-air, was still frightened that his horse team was ambushed one after another, and suddenly a chill enveloped his body, and the hair on his body that was still hot just now stood up, goosebumps appeared, and the skin of his neck inexplicably gave birth to a tingling pain.

Killing Intent!

Fan Tou was horrified, and his years of fighting experience told him that this was a sign that the master's killing intent had locked him in and the blade was about to die.

At that moment, he didn't even have time to turn his head back, and the right hand waist knife hanging down his side quickly slanted upward, and at the same time, his head was lowered and his body shrank, wanting to run towards the edge of the pit.

"Dang!" With a bang, when the black light was about to stab him, Fan Tou's knife was about to arrive, and it was dangerously caught on the tip of the spear.

The power from the tip of the spear was so great that he didn't expect it, and it made his right hand numb, and he was in a hurry to resist, and he was almost unable to hold the knife out of his hand at such a moment.

was blocked like this, the tip of the spear froze slightly, and it deviated a little upward, but it continued to stab at Fan's head.

Fortunately, he hurriedly lowered his head while blocking upward with his knife just now, and this time he pushed the tip of the gun a little away, and finally avoided the vital points of the head in time.

"Bah", there was a soft sound, and the black tip of the spear passed over his head, piercing his felt hat off.

Fan Tou took advantage of the force he had just received from parrying this shot, and rolled to the left front, finally getting out of the huge trap.

Fan Tou was experienced, for fear that the other party would take advantage of the situation to pursue, and rolled on the ground several times in succession, far out of the opponent's attack range, only then did he get up in embarrassment, his hair was scattered, the top door was cold, and he felt as if something was flowing down, and when he touched it with his hand, it was all blood.

It turned out that just now, Rao is experienced and reacted well, but his felt hat was still pierced off, his hair was pricked, and his scalp was stabbed.

Fan Tou was shocked, and then he had time to look at his opponent.

Through the reflection of the campfire and snow not far away, I saw a tall young man with a figure no less than him, holding a spear in both hands, with a dark white handle and a dark tip, striding towards him.

Isn't this the same kind of strong boy I met when I went to look for someone outside Puzhou that day, and his two subordinates were also pulled off by him at that time.

Behind him were two teenagers, slightly smaller, holding long sticks, one on the left and one on the right, following him closely.

Looking at the Hu guard, he also got up from the ground in embarrassment, and the three young men who were waiting for him were about to attack him with long sticks in their hands.

A little farther away, more teenagers had already bypassed the largest trap and ran towards the Yan family guards who were still lying on the ground moaning.

In the short fight just now, although there was only one moment, the other party still sneaked attack, but Fan Tou knew that even if he confronted this tall boy head-on-one, he would have to fall behind slightly.

Now the other party is waiting for work, but his own side was ambushed after a long-distance attack, and the loss is not small, whether it is physical strength or morale, it is very low, where does Fan Tou still have the heart to fight with the other party at this time.

Seeing that there was a gentle slope behind him, and there was no one, he turned around at the moment and ran out with a "stagger".

As for the task assigned by his son-in-law Fan Yongdou, where can Fan Tou take care of it, let's save his own life first.

The sound of footsteps sounded behind him, and Fan Tou turned around as he ran, and saw that the Hu man was also spreading his feet and running towards the gentle slope.

"Another team of people, chase!" Kewang shouted, and three more people ran out behind him and followed Kewang.

But it was he who saw another person who fell off the horse, who seemed embarrassed, but in the case of being stabbed by three people, he still coped with it easily, and he didn't even drop his felt hat after he landed, for fear that a team would not be able to deal with it, so he mobilized three people to come up, a total of six people to deal with this person.

And Kewang himself is staring at the person who escaped from his hands, this person is not weak, and he can actually dodge his almost nil-sure blow, it seems that he is a big fish.

As for those who are still lying on the ground and moaning, in Kewang's opinion, they are insignificant, and they don't interfere with the overall situation, and his subordinates will clean them up.

Besides, Brother Cheng and the third brother who were hanging at the end had just followed the front team to raise the speed of the horses, and before they had run a few steps, the front of the horse team suddenly fell short, and then people shouted that the horses neighed, and there was chaos.

Immediately afterwards, two large black openings suddenly cracked in the snow on both sides of the road, and several figures appeared, each desperately pulling to the left and right.

With the arc-shaped black shadow that appeared on them, the ground was stretched straight.

Then Brother Cheng saw that because the horse's front hooves were suddenly stopped by the rope, several people in the third row in front of him, even the people and horses became rolling gourds, and the sorrowful roar of the horses and the screams of the people became as lively as the front.

In the row in front of him, they couldn't react, so they could only follow and bump into it.

"it!" Brother Cheng cursed secretly, his feet skillfully faded out of the stirrups, his hands forward, pressed the horse's neck, and his whole body rose into the air, flew backwards, and landed behind the horse's buttocks.

The same was true of the third child beside him, who fell to the ground at about the same time as him.

As soon as Brother Cheng stepped on the ground with his feet, he ran forward a few steps to relieve the momentum, and as soon as he stabilized his body, three white lights flashed on the left, and three sharpened long sticks locked his neck, chest and lower abdomen respectively, and stabbed at him.

Brother Cheng hurriedly pounced forward, rolled to the ground, narrowly avoided the three blows, and stretched out his right hand in his hurry, and slapped the third who was about to break his mouth to the ground, helping the third to avoid the three long sticks that attacked him.

"Pick up the blade." In the rolling, Brother Cheng shouted to the third child, it turned out that in order to get off the horse just now, he fought with both hands, and even lost the knife, but now he is dealing with it empty-handed, and he is obviously at a loss.

Ignoring the danger of being trampled by the horse's hooves, the two rolled forward several times, and after each picking up a knife from the snow, they got up from the ground in embarrassment.

"Phew!" The third child spat fiercely, panting, and Brother Cheng back-to-back, "Straight mother thief, don't play ice, play tripping rope instead?" ”

"Up!" There was a shout in the snow, and a large group of teenagers suddenly appeared in the rear, all holding long sticks, from back to front, bypassing Brother Cheng and the third child, and attacking the pursuers, while the six boys who attacked them just now followed like a shadow and continued to stab at them.

"Dangdang!" , The dense three sounds were almost connected, and Brother Cheng and the third had some difficulty blocking the simultaneous attacks of the upper, middle and lower three ways with their knives.

Again, the two were very helpless.

These three moves obviously look very ordinary, but the teenagers are very sure of the three-word trick, and they rely on the stick to be longer than their knife, so they don't take any precautions at all, and only blindly attack.

The two of them also relied on their strength and experience to block these attacks.