Yang Fan didn't make the next move, but waited quietly. The sunrise is approaching, Yang Fan and Zhang Yao have made an appointment, as long as the sunrise, Jinyiwei will rush to Python Mountain from the north gate. Yang Fan didn't dare to let Jinyiwei come too early, for fear that he would not be able to control the scene, but would harm Su'er's life.

His lens barrel stared at the sack, not moving. I didn't know if there would be anything wrong with Su'er in the sack, so he held his breath and looked up slightly, looking around the guards to see if anything was going wrong.

The second child who fell next to the trunk of the tree was already dead of anger. The third child who threw himself on the ground had also passed out, and the only one who was still moving was the man in black who covered his ears and had blood on his hands. They were very aggrieved by the dead and wounded, and they didn't see what was going on at all, so they were killed and wounded. Even if it is a long-range firearm, it has to have a sound, but Yang Fan's high-tech is silent, and it is a real killing invisible.

The man in black, covering his ears and staring fiercely at the surroundings, did not notice any abnormality. How is this possible, who is it, who can do this? He suddenly remembered that before leaving, the master had said that there was such a master who might be hidden by Ling Hebo's side. Is it really the master's so-called?

He suddenly realized that the three of them seemed to be a little ridiculous. It's like three little kids, playing on the kang, and they don't notice that the adults are standing on the edge of the kang and watching themselves play. Then one in each hand, pick it up and hang it up and beat it. He scrambled towards the sack. It feels like that place is the safest, as long as he has hostages in his hands, then he can feel safe.

He stumbled to his feet, his head so groggy from blood loss that his eyes were flowery. His hand pointed toward the sack.

It was already dawn, and even if he looked at it with the naked eye, Yang Fan could clearly see that the man in black who had been lying for a long time was still moving towards the sack, so he quickly lowered his head and made up for another shot.

This time. Yang Fan accurately hit the head of the man in black, and directly exploded the head of the man in black with one shot. The man still did not know how to die, so he fell to the ground. After waiting for a long time, the red sun rises in the east. Yang Fan was still lying on the spot. Knowing that he heard the sound of horses faintly in the distance, Yang Fan stood up, and it seemed that there was really no other person to hide.

However, the moment he stood up, a killing intent rushed to his face. Just as he had killed his enemies, he couldn't even tell where the killing intent was coming from.

And the voice. But it was like the voice of the withered ghost under the Nine Shadows, "Huh, you still can't help it after all!" ”

Yang Fan felt the heat of the dantian, and suddenly felt that the cold and burning feeling appeared again. It's just that this time, it was not born from the outside, but from within its own dantian. This gave him even more headaches. If it is generated by the outside world, it is a big deal to avoid it, and this is born from the inside, so how to hide. You can't kill yourself by breaking your belly.

However, he couldn't care about the restless energy in the dantian, he could feel that the locked murderous aura was approaching, but until now, he hadn't been able to perceive where this killing intent came from. According to the habitual thinking, it feels safest to squat or lie down immediately at this time. But the problem is that Yang Fan even feels like he is about to be pierced on the soles of his feet. If he squats down. What if it's an injury from underground?

Even the voice, he couldn't tell, came from that direction.

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly felt the hot and cold power in the dantian in his body. It became more intense, and there was a faint feeling of wanting to rush out. His hands were on his abdomen.

Oops, it's coming out!

On the top of the python mountain, suddenly the golden light was flourishing. If Yang Fan had long eyes in the back of his head, he would probably be stunned. In the void. The dark blue Xuantian Zhenwu Emperor stepped on the Xuangui Turtle, and the red-gold Donghua Emperor stood with his sword, if you look closely, these two Dharma Phases are closed. This is the real magic of please! Even Yang Fan himself didn't realize that such a strange thing would happen.

However, at the moment when this bright light appeared, his eyes instantly brightened, and a vague figure was holding a long knife, slashing in the air. His figure was so swift that his footsteps were like teleporting, jumping and jumping.

At this moment, Yang Fan finally saw clearly who was coming. It was an old man with short hair and a ponytail. However, Yang Fan was very curious, on a mountain with such a steep slope, this old man was scurrying up and down, wasn't he afraid that the soles of his feet would slip and fall down?

Just when Yang Fan was surprised by this angry old man, the old man was also surprised, he thought he was dazzled, what was behind that kid? The high-speed movement could only allow him to see clearly the golden and blue light behind Yang Fan, who was holding the gun. There was no way he could stop his steps because of the inexplicable ball of light. Since he didn't feel any abnormality or threat from that light group, then he was bound to kill Yang Fan.

As long as he goes under the knife, then Yang Fan has no chance of living. What is ninjutsu, what can assassinate people is called ninjutsu, and those who can't kill people and pretend to be gods and ghosts are called acrobatics. He was already very close to Yang Fan. He didn't believe that there was anyone here who could stop his knife except for that weird old way.

He had been hiding and ambushing for three hours, and even Yang Fan came on horseback and ambushed on the mountain, all under his nose. However, he never made a move, what he was afraid of was the master next to Yang Fan. However, from Yang Fan's personal hands, as well as several hours of observation, he was sure that the old way did not appear this time. So, even if the strange firearm in Yang Fan's hand is very powerful, so what's the matter.

As long as his body was moving at high speed, it was impossible for the firearm to hit him, and his knife had almost touched Yang Fan's body. A wicked smile appeared on his lips.

In Yang Fan's opinion, this old man in the twilight is indeed a bit excessive. Now that he had seen the dead old man's knife clearly, it would be much easier. However, he didn't really want to dodge at the moment, because he was surprised to find that the old man's movements had actually slowed down.

He didn't see it clearly, the two Dharma Phases behind him opened their eyes angrily at this moment, and the emperor opened his eyes, how could he allow ordinary dust to enter his eyes. The old man's knife was illuminated by the golden and blue light. He suddenly realized that he couldn't move, and a chill hit his face. He wanted to cut it down, but he felt that his decades of cultivation had been consumed in an instant, and even the hand holding the knife trembled unconsciously. (To be continued.) )