Yang Fan felt the killing intent, and the water droplets on his eyelashes hung a lot, and he felt a little prickly when he blinked. Zhang Yao's embroidered spring knife was finally pulled out of the abdomen that was holding the blade of the knife. Looking at Yang Fan's side, he frowned and picked up the sword on the ground with his foot, and threw it towards the back like a spear.

The body was like a light hong, and he quickly ran towards the man in black on the other side.

Syllable!

The sword in Sun Yi's hand was picked to the ground, panting, and said, "Jue...... Sir...... Don't ......" Before he said smooth, he was directly pushed down by Yang Fan behind him. Without the sword, Sun Yi could no longer parry the knife of the man in black, and Yang Fan couldn't do it if he had to stand in front of him and carry it for him. So, he subconsciously pulled the bear child to the ground.

He saw that Zhang Yao was rushing over, so as long as he blocked the three knives, maybe Li Yuhuan and Sun Yi, who were still panting on the ground in the carriage, could have a way to live, at least a little more time, and they could wait until Zhang Yao came over.

The nearest shun knife had approached the appearance of ten inches to Yang Fan's left side. Yang Fan could even clearly see the water droplets that broke apart when the head of the knife cut through the rain.

Dead?

No, Yang Fan is not ready to die. Damn, Lao Tzu has not lived a comfortable life in this world, and he died like this, isn't that a lifetime of hard work? It can't be so miserable. He has seen the battles on the battlefield, but until now, it is just to see, being an instructor or something, it is much more difficult to really ask him to kill people with a knife than with a gun. This seems like nonsense.

The nearest knife slowly slid down, and Yang Fan could vaguely see that the black-clothed man's body suddenly froze, and then ...... Then he fell on him top-heavy. Your sister, what kind of move is this? Yang Fan hadn't seen clearly what the strange action on the left side was, and the other two ** flew in, and Yang Fan could even feel the coolness, and the back was cold. He subconsciously leaned back.

The black-clothed man on the left finally fell to the ground, and the embroidered spring knife behind his back was stuck straight into his body. Zhang Yao, who was already stepping on the side of the carriage, shouted angrily, his eyes were split, he was too late to save Yang Fan, because even if he could catch up, it would be impossible to stop the two swords.

What else did he have to do to save Yang Fan's life? The breeze came slowly, and the rain curtain had a strange change. The tip of the knife that was already in front of Yang Fan's door had slowly fallen and cut on Yang Fan's shoulder.

"I bought a watch last year!" Yang Fan's hand was on the knife, and he had no choice, because he could only block it with his hand, so as not to let the knife that had already grazed his shoulder go any deeper. He even had to look at his right side, and it was another ** chop. What to do? Yang Fan really didn't know what to do.

Just dying?

His pupils shrank, and suddenly there was a hint of sadness inexplicably, which made the tip of his nose sour. The autumn rain lingered, bleak and swaying, the snow of that night, the people of that night, in a trance in his mind as fast as a movie. If it were possible, he would rather not make that promise, promise someone, wait for him to come back to marry her, promise someone, take her back to Bashu to find her mother's maiden family in the future. And if it's dead? Also promised a bird feather?

"I can't die!" Yang Fan's hand was already gushing with blood, but he still clutched the knife tightly. The angry eyes looked to the right, and suddenly, the figure in the pupils that floated quickly was a little unbelievably fast, and even Yang Fan subconsciously thought that he was hallucinating.

Is this light work?

Is there really such a thing as light work in the world? Because Yang Fan actually saw those feet, he floated over almost without touching the ground. If it's not a ghost, it's a light work.

That knife was only an inch away from Yang Fan. The figure floated in. The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. Yang Fan seemed to have such a light feeling, and the person was like a snake piercing, and he had already arrived behind Yang Fan. The long fist poked out, and Yang Fan's hand was much easier, as if he was broken free of the blade by a gust of wind, and slowly fell down. At that inch of distance, unless there was really a Da Luo Jin Immortal body protector, then Yang Fan might not be injured, but the result was very unfortunate, this mysterious person with strange skills was not really invulnerable, and he was a divine protector.

His hand was pushed on the back of the knife that had fallen again because it was let go by Yang Fan. The knife is very narrow, but his hand is like carrying a little chicken, pulling the back of the knife, moving secretly, and turning a thousand pounds in four or two. And the knife that had already pierced Yang Fan's chest was held up by the mysterious man's elbow. With a slight shock, it directly deflected out, just past the knife that was bounced off by the mysterious man. Yang Fan's bleeding hand covered his injured chest.

The man in the back said, "The little brother is holding on for a moment." His body instantly flipped to the front of Yang Fan, taking advantage of the moment when the two men in black were surprised, he grabbed the wrists of the two men with both hands, and pulled them vigorously, the back of the whole person squirmed, like the backbone of a tiger descending from the mountain, and the clothes wet by the rain were attached to his back, and the two towering backbones could be clearly seen.

With his right foot, he shouted softly and dragged the person over directly. The thumb knuckles that were clasped on the veins rattled, and the two knives fell to the ground with a clatter.

The two men in black were surprised to find that their bodies had been uncontrollable and collided with each other. This...... What kind of means is this? Zhang Yao arrived instantly, picked up Yang Fan who had fallen to the ground, and exclaimed, "Sir! Sir! ”

Sun Yi picked up the long sword and rolled on the ground, the blade of the sword was attached to his arm, this time, this move was against the sword under his armpit, so that there was no mud and water. His fierce eyes stared at the man in black who had just fought with him for a dozen moves. His entire upper body pressed down, and he roared angrily: "Go die! The sword went into his chest, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword stabbed directly downward.

The mysterious man squatted down, took Yang Fan's pulse, and said, "The injury is not serious, a few people can trust me, hurry up and take it to the residence to stop the bleeding." Yang Fan, whose face was pale, nodded, "Thank you for saving me." "This can really be regarded as a master, at least higher than the fortune operator blown out by Yang Fan, and Mai Su Qing.

Li Yuhuan hurriedly got out of the car to help Yang Fan, and said with a little snort: "Sir, it's okay." It's the students who are useless and get you hurt. "Alright...... Don't mother-in-law, get in the car......"

"Sir! Sir! ”

"Sir!"

"Quick, hurry up and get in the car, if you don't treat it, you will be in trouble if you lose too much blood!" The mysterious man fell over the head of the carriage. "In Xiajianghu, people call Erguan Gong, and Chen Wangting is also!" Zhang Yao raised his head, and it seemed that there was no extra choice for him not to believe this mysterious person he had never met.

"Get in the car!" Zhang Yao carried Yang Fan into the carriage. In the midst of the rain, the galloping carriages and the torches of the officers and soldiers followed. The entire Dengzhou City, like a frightened bird, became nervous again......