Who is Pan Daozi?

Yang Shouwen didn't know and had never heard of this name.

However, when he mentioned the surname 'Pan', he instinctively remembered the Pan Hua who was in the Guanshui Pavilion and was exposed by him.

I heard that Pan Hua was dragged outside the ancestral hall by the head of the Pan family that night and beaten to death with a stick.

This Pan Daozi, isn't it related to Pan Hua?

He hurriedly retreated, and saw Wukong four eager to rush outside.

"Wukong, Bajie, give me back...... Auntie, auntie, watch them, don't let them come out and make trouble for me. ”

Before Yang Shouwen could finish speaking, an assassin suddenly took off the black scarf from his face in the heavy rain.

He was about forty years old and had a good face. It's just that at this moment, his face looks hideous and terrifying.

"You killed my son, and today I want you to be buried with you."

"Your son is self-inflicted, and he shall not live."

"If my son shall not live, you shall not live...... Kill me, kill one, and a hundred taels of bounty. ”

When Zheng Jingsi's sentence 'self-inflicted, you can't live' came out, Yang Shouwen knew that something bad was going to happen...... You're not in peace, you're stirring up trouble! Originally, the dead son was already very devastated, and if you come again, 'self-inflicted, don't live', it's no wonder that he Pan Daozi is not crazy. No wonder Zheng Jingsi was demoted, and there has been no sign of recovery for so many years.

You have a mouth......

Yang Shouwen complained bitterly in his heart, but there was no hesitation in his hands.

"Serial guns!"

He let out a loud cry in his mouth, and the tiger swallowed the big gun and stabbed out more than ten shots in an instant. The shadow of the gun was heavy, turning into meteors. The strong man who rushed to the front was stabbed more than ten times in an instant, leaving shocking blood holes on his body, like honeycomb coal. Poofon poured into the muddy water.

"Jasmine Yang, protect yourself!"

"Ah Lang rest assured, Yang Jasmine knows."

With Yang Jasmine's roar, the big iron mallet flew and smashed the two of them with a snap.

On the other side, Yang Chenglie and the three formed a triangular formation. Yang Chenglie stood outside the pavilion first, with Song Ping and Yang Rui on their side, although they were not as fruitful as Yang Shouwen and Yang Jasmine, they stabilized their positions and stopped the assassins outside.

"Damn it!"

After Yang Shouwen kicked over an assassin, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Pan Daozi was holding a big knife and rushed to his mother's tombstone.

"Pan Daozi, you dare!"

Yang Shouwen was dumbfounded and shouted.

Pan Daozi's face was full of madness. grinned: "Little beast, do you see if I dare." ”

As he spoke, he raised his knife and slashed at the tombstone. With a bang, the flames flew ...... This knife seemed to have slashed at Yang Shouwen's heart, making him unable to keep calm anymore.

"Pan Daozi, I'm going to break you into pieces."

"Kill!"

Yang Shouwen completely ignored the steel knife that slashed at him, and the big gun and jade belt wrapped around his waist. Smash an Assassin to the ground. He snorted, blood splattering from his back. But he didn't care about it. Walking with the gun, the tiger swallowed the big gun in his hand and swirled.

"The poisonous dragon spits out the letter, give me death!"

The gun spun rapidly, creating a phantom.

The strong man in front of him raised his shield to meet him, only to hear a loud snap and a big gun poking at the shield. The shield made of solid wood suddenly fell apart. The strong man didn't even have time to dodge, the shadow of the gun was already in front of him, and the poofs disappeared into his chest.

At the same time, Yang Shouwen suddenly abandoned his gun and moved forward.

"Tiger climb the mountain, give me death!"

The Assassin on the opposite side. Obviously, he didn't expect Yang Shouwen to suddenly abandon the gun, and he couldn't dodge and was knocked into Yang Shouwen's arms. The hands that looked slender and slender slashed between his chest and abdomen. The Assassin screamed and flew out, revealing a visible pit in his chest. At this moment, Yang Shouwen seemed to have fallen into madness, like a mad tiger.

Seeing the assassin on the opposite side stabbing with a spear, he didn't hide or meet him.

At the moment when the big gun was about to stab him in the body, he suddenly turned around in a wrong step, and the spear almost slashed against his body, and then squeezed into the other party's arms.

"The bear is squeezing closely."

He spun over and slammed the assassin into his opponent's body, knocking the assassin into a bloody mouth and falling to the ground.

"Son, be careful!"

Zheng Jingsi's shouting came from behind him, but Yang Shouwen turned a deaf ear.

His eyes were only fixed on Pan Daozi, and a spear stabbed from behind him, and it stabbed him in the thigh with a pop.

Yang Shouwen's legs were weak, and he knelt on one knee, but he picked up a long knife from the ground and slashed it on the barrel of the gun with his backhand, cutting the big gun into two sections. One hand grabbed the barrel of the broken gun, and with a loud gulp, pulled the broken gun out of his leg.

"Give me death."

The figure rolled in the muddy water, and when Yang Shouwen got up again, his hand broke the gun and pierced into the body of an assassin.

"Son!"

Seeing this, Yang Chenglie couldn't help but be furious.

"Jasmine Yang, go help you Ah Lang."

As he spoke, he rushed over from the other end of the pavilion and came to Yang Jasmine's side.

Yang Jasmine couldn't bear it anymore, and roared, rushing into the heavy rain like a gust of wind.

The iron mallet whirred, and the swarming assassins were almost unmatched in front of Yang Jasmine. The pair of iron mallets will die next to each other, and they will die if they touch it. In the blink of an eye, Yang Jasmine rushed to Yang Shouwen's side. He was just about to help Yang Shouwen up, but Yang Shouwen snatched an iron mallet from his hand and smashed it against Pan Daozi.

That Pan Daozi had already slashed a few times, and there were even more knife marks on the tombstone.

It's just that when he raised the gavel again, he heard a gust of wind in his ears, followed by someone shouting: "Pan Daozi, get out of the way." ”

He hurriedly turned around to see that the gavel had already arrived.

With a snap, the iron mallet smashed his face, and Pan Daozi, who was only smashed, was covered with blood, and fell to the ground with a poof.

"Yang Jasmine, don't let any of them go!"

As Yang Shouwen spoke, he shook off Yang Jasmine, gritted his teeth and stood up, his body turned into a bow in the air, and his hands reached out.

"Harrier claws in both claws."

He let the knife in the opponent's hand slash on his shoulder, but a pair of hands grabbed the opponent's neck, and his body leaned back, not only removing the power of the opponent's knife, but also sending the assassin out at once. By the time he landed, the Assassin was silent. The moment Yang Shouwen threw him out, he twisted his neck alive......

In Yang Jasmine's hand, there was only an iron mallet left, but her combat effectiveness did not weaken at all.

Hearing Yang Shouwen's shout, he roared and snatched the shield from an assassin, the left shield and the right hammer, as if entering a no-man's land.

The number of Assassins was about fifty or more.

But in the blink of an eye, nearly forty people had fallen in a pool of blood.

At the same time, Yang Chenglie also rushed out of the pavilion.

Four mastiffs followed him, fierce and ferocious.

According to legend, the blood of a wolf runs through the body of a Turkic mastiff...... Although the four Wukong are not big, they inherit the fierceness and wit of their mother, Bodhi. They followed Yang Chenglie's side, and as soon as Yang Chenglie stopped one person, the four mastiffs rushed forward in cooperation. One person and four mastiffs cooperated seamlessly, and three people died in the blink of an eye.

The assassin was obviously afraid, and when he saw Yang Shouwen and their almost crazy killing, he couldn't help but shout in unison, turned around and ran.

Song Ping and Yang Rui also rushed out!

Song Saburo also picked up a spear and rushed out of the pavilion.

Yang Shouwen snatched a knife and slashed an assassin to the ground. It's just that his body is already scarred, and his body's reaction has become a little sluggish. When an assassin rushed over and stabbed him with a steel fork, Yang Shouwen couldn't dodge.

Seeing that the steel fork in the assassin's hand was about to fall on him, an eagle chirp came from the air, Hai Dongqing flew down from the rain, and a pair of jade claws buckled on the assassin's head, pecking out the assassin's eyeballs with a peck.

Yang Shouwen swung his knife and slashed off the assassin's head.

In the brain, there was a drowsiness.

He walked two steps quickly, and saw his mother's tombstone in front of him, so he couldn't help but throw away his knife and rush forward, hugging the tombstone.

In any case, the mother's tombstone can no longer be harmed.

In Yang Shouwen's mind, only such thoughts flashed, but his body was soft and slid down in front of his mother's tombstone.

"Son!"

"Aaron ......"

Yang Chengyeol's shout echoed in his ears.

And Jasmine Yang's angry roar...... Don't be afraid, the child is here, and you will never be hurt again. (To be continued......)