"Okay?" Yang Fan had never heard of this person.

However, Zhang Yao on the side was very clear about this person, and when he was in Beijing, he was a strange person. He said a few words in Yang Fan's ear. Yang Fan's face softened slightly, and said, "I don't know if the two of you have seen other people staying around here?" ”

The way of doing: "With all due respect, my husband and I have been guarding the tomb in the mausoleum, and we have not seen other villains. ”

"Have you ever seen a woman?"

The old man guarding the tomb at the back, his eyes kept staring at Yang Fan, and said slowly: "If you can be trusted, sir, if you return to the city now, there will be news in less than three hours." ”

Yang Fanhu wondered: "How does the old man know? ”

"After talking about it for three hours, if there is really no news, you will come to the old man at that time."

Yang Fan hugged his fists and thanked: "Accept your words, let's go." He turned and walked away.

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Inside the manor, blood splattered all over the ground. Slowly stretch into the park. In the manor, the woman was tied to a chair, and the man on the side smiled coldly, stroked the woman's face with his hand, and said, "Sure enough, it's a beauty, wait a while, and soon let your good big brother meet you." ”

"Bastard, don't touch me." Wang Su'er's face turned to the side, trying to avoid the man's dirty hands.

The man looked as usual and said, "Don't touch you?" Wait, don't talk about your face, I will still touch your body, and in front of your good brother, let him see you with his own eyes, lose his body, but he is powerless to recover. Taste that pain. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and from the scar on his face, it was clear that he could do that kind of thing.

Wang Su'er's face turned even paler, and she shouted, "You stinky rascal, you stinky rascal." ”

The man laughed, took the baggage, and rummaged through it. "That's a lot of fancy stuff. Hmm, this one still smells so good. A good thing indeed. Wait a minute, spray on your **, tsk, just think about it. ”

The man pulled away the strip of black cloth tied to Wang Xu'er's eyes. Grabbed her chin with his hand, leaned close to her face, and trembled a little madly, "You know what? I've never been so excited about a woman. Especially when I think about being able to take your body in front of your good brother in a while, I can't wait to think about it. ”

"Ugly. Let me go. Wang Su'er took a bite to be on the man's tiger's mouth.

"Ugly woman, her teeth are quite sharp, I'll ask you to learn it later." He froze suddenly, and his eyes became vicious, "Ugly? Isn't it thanks to you? Wait a minute, be sure to find ten ugly guys to play with you! ”

He suddenly looked back, his pupils narrowing. I saw the old man hurrying over with his left wall covered.

"Uncle Puzhao, are you injured?"

"Ah Kuan, hide! Fast. Don't ask why. Anything happens, don't come out. The old man gasped. His right hand quickly pushed the man back. "Hide!"

The man hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wang Su'er, and hurriedly ran back.

He gasped, uncovered the strip of cloth on his arm, a terrible bloody hole, and the bullet in his hand, and muttered, "What kind of firearm is this, it can hit so quickly." He put the bullet away, and it flashed quickly. Leaned against the edge of the tree trunk.

"I see. Through internal force, coupled with a special body method, it has the effect of invisibility under the instantaneous high-speed movement. The old way has seen it. ”

"Hmph. The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable! ”

Lao Dao's figure walked over slowly, stood with one hand, and said, "A Dongying person, it is not bad to be able to comprehend the essence of martial arts." ”

"You saw me on the mountain?" His eyes narrowed, and the long knife in his hand turned at an angle. Vigilantly looking at the old way.

"Yes."

"Why not do it where?"

Lao Daoman didn't care and said: "It's up to you to decide where to do it." If I want to do it, I do it. Now that you've run out of value. Then you can die. "The old Dao's withered hand reached over, and he didn't bother to use any Dao skills at all. He still underestimated Yang Fan's ability, thinking that he really had to take action himself in order to protect him. Unexpectedly, not only did he not do it, but he also triggered something, so that the law of Emperor Zhenwu and Emperor Donghua appeared again.

The old man held a knife in one hand and slashed wildly towards the old way. The two of them fought each other, and they couldn't see any figures at all. Lao Dao didn't have any sharp weapons in his hands at all, and he completely relied on accurate prejudgment to break the deadly blade. The old man's knife was slashing at high speed.

"Ninjutsu? Madness! ”

The old man's body began to swell, his whole body began to become congested, and the withered muscles seemed to revive, turning red and strong. The muscles in his back like a dragon made the knife in his hand swing even more wildly. The wound on his left arm began to heal, and the old man with a knife in both hands, his gray hair danced, and roared: "The glory of Tokugawa, pour into my body!" ”

His knife also began to turn red. Those bloody eyes can no longer be evaluated with human eyes. Bu Laodao's figure showed slightly, took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "Why should God give his life?" The god of Dongying is too domineering! While speaking, the Heavenly Master ordered to rub his palms in the palm of his hand, and the old Taoist made a gesture, a flower on his right foot, and muttered words in his mouth, and then shouted, "Chongyang real people are here to appear!" ”

This time it was different from the original invitation to God in Beiwudang, it was just a token glowing at the beginning, and this time it was strange that there was really a phantom of a Taoist on the token, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes. The old man was overjoyed, the seal in his hand changed, and he shouted: "Fixed!" ”

The Bloody Man's knife slowed down strangely. The old man hurriedly took a step back, for fear that the strange scene when he was in Python Mountain would appear again, the blood knife in his hand shone with a strange light, his neck twisted a few times, and he found that he did not have any sense of powerlessness except for the depression brought by the token.

His eyes froze, and his feet quickly changed positions, and he headed towards the old way.

"Go!"

The Celestial Master made the light blaze brightly, and rushed directly towards the red figure that was illuminated. No matter how many old men there were, they had no power to resist. That golden light, as if it was a kind of flame, as soon as he got closer, he felt the blood all over his body begin to boil and burn.

"Ahh

He began to scream in pain, as if he had met a nemesis. The muscles that were originally swollen gradually withered. Wisps of green smoke came out of his body. Yes, after a lot of work, the old man was sucked into a living dead man who was by himself, bloodless, skinny and bone-covered. His sunken eye sockets, with only the occasional pinch of his eyes, proved that he was a living person. (To be continued.) )