"Phase...... Xianggong ......, that ...... Is that...... What the? The woman put her hands on Yue Kaifu's shoulders and asked with some trembling.

Yue Kaifu squinted, looking at the faint blue fire, even he felt a little weird, he looked sideways, and saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure appear in the drizzle, and everything became messy.

He cried out, "Father, be careful! ”

Yue Lingfu, who was carrying a scimitar, glanced at the dog man and woman on the pavilion with his spare eyes, and the concubine who was hiding behind Yue Kaifu was his father, who was even more annoyed, and shouted: "Recognize the thief as your father, don't abide by women's morals, kill the lord and seek money, you three, Lao Tzu will clean up the portal for his father today!" ”

At the moment when the man upstairs shouted, Yang Fan's infrared rays locked onto the old man's head. He was reluctant to extinguish the flame of his pupils, even if his position was revealed, he still stared at the old man.

Kill in the cold night. The old man's pupils shrank, not because of the reminder from the man upstairs, but because he felt a chill rising behind him, as if he was locked, which he had never felt since entering the innate realm. He felt like he was locked, and the firewood knife was retracted by the ghost. Because he felt that the deadly danger was approaching, at this time, he couldn't care about Yue Lingfu beside him, but was alert to the danger lurking under the rainy night.

The trigger was pulled in an instant, and the bullet came out of the chamber. This is a product of 21st century technology, and the old man may not understand how he died until he died. At that moment, his head suddenly turned, but he didn't see the bullet. Instead, I saw the blue glow in the dark attic.

What is it. Could it be the hellfire of hell?

His pupils shrank, and he was afraid of the unknown. The first reaction is to retreat. However, before Lao Cun could retreat, he felt a whistling sound, but he didn't even give him a chance to think, and his head exploded directly. His gaze was fixed on the moment when the flame slowly extinguished. He didn't say a word, and just fell straight down.

After all, the innate realm is still a mortal body, and it can't withstand this powerful shot. Yue Lingfu had just clearly seen the weird red dot on Lao Cun's head, and he had already snorted later. He watched in amazement as the old man fell straight down. He fell to the ground without even moving.

Yang Fan picked up the black box on his back, and when he saw the old man in the innate realm falling, he immediately turned out the window and ran towards the alley. His position was already dangerous, so he had to hurry up. The only way he can help this fox-eyed child is here.

Yue Kaifu upstairs had already dressed himself, and after he saw the old man fall, his face became ugly. He knew the old man's strength, but he was killed by an unknown potential enemy. When I saw the man in the coat jump out of the house. Quickly ran into the alley, and he immediately ordered: "Put a signal, notify the Ghost Knife Gate, and stop the man in the cloth!" Zou Xuan stayed. Help me deal with this Dead Star! ”

"Yes! Less door master. At the same time, a figure quietly appeared.

……

……

Xiao Se is slaughtered, and it is bitter and clear.

Yang Fan's footsteps stopped.

Several people blocked in front of the alley. Standing with hands in hand, several black-clothed people behind him blocked the alley.

"Hand it over. Surrender willingly. ”

Yang Fan sneered, "You guys are also worthy?" ”

The rain fell on Yang Fan's hair. Condenses into a drop of water. The rain fell silently, and several people approached slowly, and on the way they learned that this mysterious person could kill people from a long distance, but after he killed the old deposit, he immediately ran away, and the hand should not have recovered.

The man in the lead said coldly, "Hand over that ghost fire!" Otherwise, die! ”

"It's still too late to roll, there are too many people, and the rain is not heavy, and the blood is hard to wash away." Yang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, and the rain was mixed with a muddy smell. Soon, though, the muddy smell faded.

"Do you really think you're a master?" The voice shouted coldly, with a hint of mockery, "If it weren't for that ghost fire, you must be a waste, why don't you hand over that thing quickly." ”

A sword arrived, cut the rain line, and stabbed Yang Fan in the chest. A glimmer of light flashed at the end of the sword, like a spiritual rhino. On the side of Yang Fan's body, the embroidered spring knife came out of its sheath and pointed at the end of the sword. Yang Fan felt that the internal force in the dantian had become even stronger since he recovered that night. Even if it's not as full as before.

Syllable!

The sword was swept off, Yang Fan's hand was raised, and the embroidered spring knife stabbed into the shoulder of the sword-wielding man. The man snorted, powerless to backhand.

"How ......" was surprised and unwilling in his voice. In the midst of the rain, the smell of blood was thick. The three people behind Yang Fan glanced at each other and shot together.

The alleys are raining eaves, and the raindrops are rising. Yang Fan turned around, and the water droplets between his hair spread out and swept into a ring.

"Die!"

The dark light of the man in black's dagger flowed and melted into the darkness. The body was thin, the right foot of the little man in black was slightly bent, stepping on the water film, and the dagger he held behind his back cut Yang Fan's abdomen.

The bloodshed of the rain alley was not broken, and Yang Fan saw the small dagger, and the knife swept from the bottom and dragged it on top of the dagger. The man in black felt that his wrist had lost sensation, and the dagger had slipped down. A broken bone sounded as the dagger landed. He should be glad that it was not the blade, but the back of the knife that hit his hand. Yang Fan's knees were pressed against the little man's chest, and his arm was tugged, just for a moment. The other leaned towards Yang Fan's chest.

I have to say that the tacit cooperation of several people is indeed seamless. The corners of Yang Fan's mouth crossed a slight arc, and he sneered: "I'm waiting for you." The luck of the one who didn't cut off his hand is indeed the misfortune of this person. ”

With a slash, the man snorted and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

The little man who was kicked by Yang Fan's knee rolled out directly. Narrow alleys, a little more empty. Yang Fan's side formed an empty rain curtain.

The man who had been stabbed in the shoulder kept backing away. Of the six people who had sneaked up earlier, the remaining five rolled to the ground. Especially the man with the dagger, blood kept spilling out. People die for money, birds die for food, Yang Fan has no mercy.

"Ahh

The alleys were full of wailing.

"Quick, go! Stick to the point! ”

Things are important, but life is even more important. Several people were beaten and fled. Only a few corpses remained, and the blood that could not be washed away on the ground, proving that this place was not so peaceful and quiet.

The alley was alone, and the drizzle had stained the blood on the ground. The silk seeped into the green bricks, Yang Fan glanced at the wooden house on the side, licked his lips, and disappeared into the night. (To be continued......)