The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

Yang Shouwen was anxious and ran along the long street.

I'm such a pig! How could Murong Xuanwei only arrange Lu Yongcheng's line? According to Lu Ang, he Murong Xuanwei was scheming and moved. If there is no perfect plan, he will never go to war easily, let alone attack casually.

So, there must still be a mole in the city!

Yang Shouwen had even guessed the origin of the spy, but it was too late.

How can the good end of the city go to the water, it must be those spies who are secretly cooperating. Behind him, shouts of killing came from the city gate tower, which further confirmed his conjecture. This also made Yang Shouwen's heart become more and more anxious......

In the thick fog, three men in black suddenly rushed out.

When they saw Yang Shouwen, they were stunned at first, and then came forward without saying a word.

As soon as Yang Shouwen saw the other party's dress, he knew that it was not good.

Gai Laojun said that the people who patrol the streets in the city now are Kuaishou and Sooli under Guan Hu. What will Kuaishou and Soap Li be dressed up in? How could Yang Shouwen not know. The three men were wearing night clothes and covered their faces, and they didn't look like good people.

With a flip of his wrist, an iron pellet flew out of his hand.

Yang Shouwen's feet did not stop, his figure was short, and the big gun poked out.

The person who was the leader didn't expect Yang Shouwen to make such a sharp move, and with the iron pill flying, he hurriedly dodged. But at the moment when he staggered, the big gun was already approaching. Poof, the blade of the gun penetrated into his chest, the man in black screamed, and before his body fell to the ground, Yang Shouwen had already pulled out the big gun, his body turned suddenly, and he pulled out a dagger from his waist, suddenly stood up, clapped his hand and submerged the dagger into the face of the second man in black, and then passed by.

The third man in black was still dazed. Yang Shouwen had already arrived in front of him.

"The bear is close to you!"

Yang Shouwen took a wrong step at his feet, twisted his body, and slammed his body into the other party's arms.

This bear is close to the body, it is the meaning of the eight major moves of the Yang family's ancestors, it is extremely fierce, and it can break the stele when practiced to the extreme.

The man in black is flesh and blood after all. was directly hit by Yang Shouwen and flew up in the air, and Peng was thrown out four or five meters away.

The sternum was broken and the internal organs were shattered.

He fell to the ground spitting out streams of black blood from his mouth, and even crushed internal organs.

Yang Shouwen didn't look at it, and passed by him.

At this time, the Gai Jiaxing Gai Jiayun brothers also chased after them with people, and when they saw the three corpses on the ground, they were stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly: "Look at their outfits clearly." As long as they are dressed the same, they will not be killed. ”

"Whoa!"

A group of splashes shouted in unison, and their voices echoed in the night sky.

Yang Shouwen didn't wait for the Gai Jiaxing brothers to catch up, there seemed to be wind under his feet, and he soon came to the gate of Fanrenli.

The door opened, and two corpses fell in the doorway, and blood flowed from under them, soaking the ground in front of the door.

Look at the outfit. It's a fast hand!

The ominous feeling in Yang Shouwen's heart became stronger and stronger, and he didn't even have time to check the situation of the two fast hands. Then he jumped into the door.

Fanrenli has become a sea of fire.

Many houses were engulfed in flames, and cries were heard.

Yang Shouwen killed more than ten black-clothed people along the way before rushing to the gate of Yang's mansion.

The door of Yang's mansion was opened, and the old beard fell in a pool of blood, already dead of anger. Woohoo. Bodhi's furious roar came from the mansion, and Yang Shouwen didn't dare to delay any longer, so he rushed into Yang's mansion.

"Son, go to the back."

In the front yard of Yang's Mansion, more than a dozen black-clothed people were besieging Guan Hu.

In the yard. There were several corpses lying horizontally, all dressed in fast hands.

Guan Hu was covered in blood, like a mad tiger, and the ghost-headed big knife in his hand flew up, firmly blocking those black-clothed people.

And the enemy?

Yang Shouwen's head buzzed, and he rushed into the courtyard with a gun.

Yang fell on the porch, blood gushing from beneath him. The Song family held Yang Qingnu in his arms and retreated into the house under the protection of the two men. In the firelight, Yang Shouwen recognized at a glance that the two men covered in injuries, one of them was Song Sanlang. And the other one doesn't look very old, and it is estimated that he is about the same as Yang Shouwen, and he is also seventeen or eighteen.

He held a Tang knife in his hand, completely disregarding his own safety, desperately trying to stop a man in black.

After Yang Shouwen rushed into the courtyard, he roared loudly, and threw the big gun out of his hand. The tiger swallowed like a thunderbolt, nailing the man in black to the pillar at once.

"Auntie!"

Yang Shouwen shouted loudly, dodging the attack of the other man in black.

"Regardless of the door, the overlord will bend the reins."

A series of crisp blows sounded, and Yang Shouwen flew his palms, slapping more than ten palms on the opponent's body in an instant. The man in black took seven or eight steps back, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell headlong to the ground.

"Auntie!"

Just then, the door opened.

The young lady ran out crying from inside.

She heard Yang Shouwen's voice, so she ran out desperately.

Yang Shouwen turned around and was about to step forward, but he didn't know that a man in black ran in from the front yard, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned at first, and then raised his hand to shoot a piece of gold. Yang Shouwen was caught off guard, snorted, and was hit by the golden mang.

At this time, Guan Hu, Gai Jiaxing and others rushed in from outside.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man in black stepped forward and picked up the young lady, threw out a green rope eight feet long in his hand, snapped on the branch that probed into the courtyard, and his body rose into the air, and after falling lightly on the tree, he left again.

"Brother son!"

The young lady's mournful cries echoed in the air.

Yang Shouwen's eyes were red, and he shouted: "Young lady! ”

He tried to catch up, but he had only taken two steps, and as soon as his feet went limp, he fell to the ground with a poof.

"Brother son, save me!"

"Young lady!"

Yang Shouwen gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, but found that his legs couldn't exert any strength. On his legs, there were several gold needles about ten centimeters long, thicker than a needle, and about two millimeters in diameter. The needle body seemed to be carved with exquisite patterns, and after Yang Shouwen pulled it out, a stream of blood immediately gushed out.

"Uncle Guan, go and save the young lady!"

Yang Shouwen roared, and without saying a word, Guan Hu crossed the wall.

The cries of the children are getting farther and farther away, and they have become very indistinct. Outside, the fog was thick, and it was even more difficult to see the whereabouts of the man in black.

"Son, are you alright?"

The Song family didn't care about the crying green slave in his arms, so he rushed to Yang Shouwen's side.

Yang Shouwen felt as if he was about to lose sensation in his legs. It's just that he didn't care about this, and pointed at Aunt Yang and said, "Ah Niang, save Auntie, I have a good Jinchuang medicine in my room, save her quickly." ”

"Third brother, you come to hold on to your son."

Song turned his head and shouted at Song Sanlang, and then rushed into Yang Shouwen's room.

At this time, Yang Shouwen saw that there was a corpse under the porch, which was Bodhi.

"Bodhi!"

He struggled to get over, but his legs couldn't exert any strength. The young man who followed Song Saburo came over and helped him to the porch.

Bodhi's leg was broken, and there was a clearly visible cut on his stomach, and blood had soaked through his hair.

Seeing Yang Shouwen, Bodhi's indifferent eyes showed a hint of joy, it whined twice, trying to raise its head, but it didn't succeed. Yang Shouwen hurriedly hugged its head, and Bodhi stuck out his tongue and licked his face.

"Woo woo woo ......"

It seems to want to speak, but it can't put it into words.

From the young lady's room, four puppies of different coat colors ran out.

They looked helplessly on the porch, as if looking for a young lady. However, they soon spotted Bodhi and hurriedly ran over happily.

"Woooooo

Bodhi let out another whimper.

This time, Yang Shouwen understood!

"Don't be afraid, Bodhi, you'll be fine......"

Bodhi licked Yang Shouwen's hand again, and his eyes fell on Wukong's four puppies.

"I know, I understand...... I'll take care of Goku them...... Bodhi, don't go, I'm going to take you to save the young lady. ”

Bodhi did not respond to Yang Shouwen's call again, but put his head into Yang Shouwen's arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Yang Shouwen's head was blank.

Suddenly, he raised his head and screamed at the sky.

"Ahh

He held a breath in his heart, a frustration that he wanted to vent, but couldn't vent.

Why is this happening? Why is it like this...... Why can't even the people closest to me be protected?

Who the hell is it? Who is behind the scenes, and who is responsible for all this?

I'm not going to give up, I'm not going to stop there! I'm going to find you, I'm going to rescue the young lady, and I'm going to break you to pieces!" (To be continued......)