Seeing that the situation was getting more and more unfavorable, Fan Wuyi, who was hiding in the shadows, did not react at all.

He couldn't help cursing in his heart: Lao Fan, if Lao Tzu dies here today, you will be a bit of a disaster.

The cursed person was hiding on the beam of the house not far away at this time to drink, his eyes never left the battlefield for a moment, and several times Zhang Ru was in distress, he clenched the stones he picked up in his hand.

Fortunately, Zhang Ru was able to save the day every time, so he was able to sit on the beam of the house and drink leisurely.

He was not in a hurry at all, he had seen Zhang Ru's skills, and when he was in Fuzhou, this martial arts master even persuaded Zhang Ru not to waste his kung fu.

It's just that at that time, Zhang Ru seemed to be thinking about the problem of intrigue every day, and he had no intention of practicing martial arts at all.

The reason why he didn't make a move at this time this time was obvious, which was to let Zhang Ru have a long memory.

There is a very simple truth in this world, that is, the mountains will fall, and everyone will run. He Fan Wuyi can be alive now, but one day, he, a person who is half-buried in the loess, will die. When people die and the lights go out, if Zhang Ru is still in danger, who should he turn to?

Your own ability is your own, and no one can steal it.

Weapons fell like a torrential rain, and blocking was of no avail, if it weren't for the fact that these people were standing relatively far away, I don't know how many weapons would have fallen on their bodies.

After using the power of the rebound to push the weapon above his head out, Zhang Ru steadied his horse and swept the embroidered spring knife, successfully forcing back an enemy, and then quickly stepped forward, and the embroidered spring knife stabbed the chest of the big stall head.

In a one-on-one situation, Zhang Ru was still unable to win the big stall in a short time, but now with forty or fifty helpers, Zhang Ruyan could kill the other party.

The embroidered spring knife suffered unprecedented obstacles in the process of advancing, a sledgehammer fell from the sky, smashing the embroidered spring knife away, and a spear came in an instant, forcing Zhang Ru to draw the knife to protect himself.

At this time, Zhang Ru was already at a disadvantage.

Fan Wuyi on the beam of the house saw that the situation was not right, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to make Zhang Ru remember for a long time, but would let Zhang Ru die tragically at the hands of these killers.

Just when Zhang Ru was exhausted, a small pebble flew from a distance.

Because it was night, those fans didn't see it at all; Because there was the sound of weapons striking everywhere, those fans didn't hear it.

The hard stone burrowed into a fanzi's head and flew out for several feet before it landed, and the whole stone was already stained red with blood.

Fan Wuyi snapped his fingers, and several stones flew out of his palm, each of which successfully took away the life of a fanzi.

When the first fan fell to the ground, no one noticed that something was wrong, everyone worked hard to deal with Zhang Ru, surrounded by their own people, and who would pay attention to a person's life and death.

It wasn't until four or five people had fallen that the big stall head realized that something was wrong.

There seemed to be fewer weapons falling, and the surrounding whistling seemed to be weakened.

He raised his head and looked around, and soon saw Dongchang Fanzi lying on the ground.

Looking around, trying to find out who was secretly doing it, a stone had already arrived in front of him.

The martial arts of the big stall head are much higher than those ordinary fans, even if the stone has arrived in front of him, his heart has been beating wildly, he still tilted his head at the last moment to avoid the attack of the stone.

It's a pity that the fan who wanted to stand by the head of the big stall to protect and then improve his status was directly pierced through his temple by this stone.

A young life, because of greed, completely disappeared from this world.

The first to find the clue was not actually the head of the big stall, but Zhang Ru, who was being attacked by dozens of people and had more than a dozen wounds on his body.

He knew best the martial arts of the people around him, so when the first fan fell to the ground and died, he found out. That person used a meteor hammer, which had a wide range of attacks and great lethality, and it was precisely because of a few people who used long weapons that he would fall into such a decline.

An inch long and an inch strong.

One inch short and one inch risk.

Under the simultaneous attack of long and short weapons, not only Zhang Ru was not sure to escape, but if his master Cui Keji was here, he might not dare to boast that he could successfully escape from Haikou.

"Crossbowmen, prepare, shoot." The head of the stall pointed to the beam in the distance and said angrily.

There has always been only people from Dongchang who have blackmailed others, and where is there a time when others have blackmailed people from Dongchang.

Not to mention anything else, just from the strength of the man's shot in the dark, he could see that the other party was a master. Since he is a master, in order to avoid a long night, it is better to kill it as soon as possible.

In addition to the bow and crossbow that had been dispatched when he rescued the big stall, the target was Fan Wuyi in the shadows.

Fan Wuyi is not a young man like Zhang Ru who only knows how to be reckless, he is an old fox who has been walking on the rivers and lakes for decades, he will fight if he wins, and leave if he can't win, it has always been his way of doing things.

Seeing that the bow and crossbow were aimed at him, he turned over without saying a word and hid behind the beam, his whole body supported by a hand on top of the beam.

"Whoosh!"

"Tuk Tuk!"

The sound of the crossbow and the sound of the arrow breaking through the air are mixed together, and the sound of the arrow nailing to the beam at the end of the house makes for a beautiful music.

It's a pity that Zhang Ru really doesn't have the leisure to listen to this music now, whether it is wonderful or not, his only idea is to kill more enemies and try his best to save his life.

Fan Wuyi made a move.

This does not mean that his life is guaranteed.

Of course, there is no doubt that Fan Wuji can attract enemy fire for him in the shadows.

After about a stick of incense, the scars on Zhang Ru's body increased again, but this time it was different from before, this time there were already four or five Dongchang fans who fell in a pool of blood.

Fan Wuyi's appearance still helped him a lot, if it weren't for Fan Wuyi's action, I'm afraid he would be dead now.

The more the Dongchang fans fought, the more frightened they became, and Zhang Ru became more and more courageous.

If you kill one, you will have more strength, and if you kill two, you will have more courage.

This is the instinct that the generals who come down from the battlefield have exercised on the battlefield. Everyone has a time when they are exhausted, but not everyone has a time when they can stimulate their strength a second time.

When his body reached a limit, the desire to survive made him mechanically wield the weapon in his hand, as long as he was lucky enough not to die, after this period of physical exhaustion, he was able to exert unparalleled combat power again.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more wrong, the big stall leader gritted his teeth and joined the battle group himself.

After Fan Wuji had a few more breaths behind the beam, he would shoot a small pebble from time to time. The lethality of the pebbles is still amazing, and every time they shoot, a crossbowman falls.