There was a thick ancient tree in the side compartment of the nunnery, and Tian Ainu hid behind the ancient tree, his heart pounding.

Yang Fan almost saw her at that glance, but fortunately she hid in time.

Tian Ainu pressed his chest, sighed happily, and quietly leaned out to look out, Yang Fan could no longer be seen from this angle.

When she looked around, she saw no other nuns around, so she jumped up to the wall like a light tanuki, and then disappeared into the bushes outside the wall.

What Tian Ainu is afraid of is only the feeling of being abandoned, and what she is angry about is Yang Fan's marriage without telling her, if she really hates Yang Fan, how can she immediately pick up the butcher's knife without hesitation when she learns that Yang Fan is in prison?

Now the candlestick in front of the Buddha hall still smells of blood.

Yang Fan's confession that day, coupled with the subsequent visit to the Pure Heart Nunnery, had already softened her heart. As Yang Fan expected, she is just a little unable to save face now because of the shyness and reserve of a girl's family. In fact, when Yang Fan left every night these days, she would follow him out until he was "sent" out of the jungle.

At this time, it is late autumn, the forest is Xiao Xiao wind ★, the few remaining leaves on the branches will fly down like butterflies, Yang Fan walked alone in the forest, stepping on the rustling leaves, bathed in a touch of sunset, the sunset was as red as blood, and his body was plated with a layer of blood-colored edges.

Yang Fan walked on the familiar path in the forest, his feet light and silent.

Suddenly, his front feet lifted. It was about three inches from the ground, and his body froze there.

The autumn breeze blew, and a few withered yellow leaves floated down and landed on his shoulders. The depressed branches swayed in the autumn wind, and the yellow leaves on the ground trembled slightly, as if there were countless silkworms below, trying to arch their bodies.

Yang Fan remained motionless.

Maybe it was just an instant, Yang Fan suddenly moved, and his right leg in the air suddenly retracted, stepped on, and kicked, and the movement was as fast as lightning. The yellow leaves on the ground that were swept together by the wind seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt, and they splashed up with a "peng" and exploded one after another.

At the same time as the fallen leaves exploded into heavy snow, Yang Fan retreated, and with a bang, leaving half of his sleeve, which was twisted into pieces by a cold man, like a chaotic butterfly in the air.

Yang Fan flashed, flashed, flashed, flashed, flashed three times in a row. The figure was already seven feet away, and every time he landed, he bounced back and retreated. There will be a flash of cold light at the moment when his figure disappears, and the cold light will pass everywhere, and the trees will break, the branches will break, and the sawdust will fly.

Yang Fan retreated to seven zhang away, and then he was able to pull out the saber, and as soon as the knife came out of the sheath, the cold light wrapped in a whirlwind and hit him, but Yang Fan was neither a tree nor a branch, he would not honestly stand there waiting to be cut.

The two cold lights were intertwined, as if two silver shuttles were flying back and forth in the air. Draw out a line of silver light. The bright red sunset was reflected on these two cold lights, making the light flying in the sky also have a trace of blood.

The densely intertwined rays of light suddenly split and then merged, and the momentum of the two rays changed greatly, and the knife in Yang Fan's hand opened and closed widely, advancing and retreating suddenly, as if forming a circle of circling and flying exercises around him. And the cold light on the opposite side is still like a silver shuttle piercing through the air, small and compact.

Suddenly, the two weapons slammed into each other, splashing a string of sparks, and the two suddenly separated, each leaping backwards like a wild goose. Standing up, Yang Fan saw the person's appearance clearly.

It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, in his early thirties, like an honest man who had been a guy in the shop for more than ten years, but he now had a knife in his hand, a short knife with a single blade and a strange style.

The appearance of the knife was very strange, but Yang Fan knew better than anyone how terrifying this strange knife was, if his movements were a little sluggish, he would already be a dead man with a disembowelment.

This person's sword technique is very tricky and weird. Yang Fan's ancestor was a great master of swords, and he knew a lot about the world's swordsmanship. Generally speaking, the sword is light and agile, and the knife is fierce, but the person in front of him with an ordinary face uses a knife technique that combines the lightness of the sword and the fierceness of the knife, and there is a kind of tricky and ruthless Qimen blade.

"Weishenme is going to kill me?"

Yang Fan asked coldly, he didn't report himself as an official, or say some useless nonsense, deliberately attacking him in this place, it is impossible to recognize the wrong person or some other inexplicable reason, the other party must have come prepared, and the person who wanted to kill was him.

But Yang Fan really couldn't think of anyone who would use assassination to deal with him, from the time he first arrived in Luoyang, he was the one who had always pretended to be an assassin, killing Yang Mingsheng, killing Qiu Shenji, killing Miao Shenke, ...... this was the first time he was assassinated by others, and the first time he met a difficult knife master.

Situ Liang smiled and only said one sentence: "Because you deserve to die!" Then he pounced like a mad dog.

He looks like an honest man who has been evaluated by the neighbors as having a bad temper, a very warm temperament, and can't kick a fart with three feet, but his current behavior is like that honest man who suddenly found out that his wife was sleeping with someone else, and the child was also raised for others.

He held a narrow-bladed short knife and pounced viciously, this time he changed to a short and fast pace, Yang Fan found that every time his foot landed, it was not the tip of the toe, but the outer or inner edge of the foot, and his footwork was like his knife, the same sword went sideways, and it was extremely dangerous.

He approached with an incredibly fast pace, and the short knife in his hand rained down like raindrops from various incredible angles such as up and down, left and right, from the chest, abdomen, armpits, and back of the crotch, and the back of the head, Situ Liang at this moment was like a spinning top, and Yang Fan was the center of the top.

Or maybe Yang Fan is the spinning top, and he is the whip that draws on the spinning top, the collision of the two knives at this time is as short and fierce as fried beans, both of them are dancing in a whirlwind, with the fallen leaves around their bodies also spinning sharply, a little blood spilled in the air, but I don't know who was injured.

"Boom!"

With a tooth-aching sound, Yang Fan's saber and the knife in Situ Liang's hand suddenly broke at the same time.

Yang Fan lost the opportunity, and it was the first time he encountered such a tricky and strange knife technique, and he was a little uncomfortable with the opponent's playing style, and was forced close by Situ Liang, his long knife was difficult to deploy, and he had already suffered several knife wounds on his body, but fortunately, he was timely in return, the injury was not deep, and it was not critical.

But he knew in his heart that if he was beaten like this by the other party, he was afraid that he would definitely die if he missed the slightest omission, so he found an opportunity to collide with Situ Liang's knife, and under the collision and twisting, the two knives broke together.

This time, Yang Fan took the lead, as soon as the knife broke, Situ Liang was stunned, Yang Fan had already been mentally prepared, but at the moment when the knife was broken, he was short, and he picked up Situ Liang's foot, took advantage of the situation, and hit his elbow into the lower abdomen, knocking Situ Liang to the back and falling, and Yang Fan pressed it hard.

Yang Fan is not only good at knife skills, but also good at wrestling, this pounce, the two of them fought on the ground, tumbling and rolling like two dragons.

If outsiders who don't know how to look at it, the current battle between these two people is no different from the scoundrels in the alley, although the fists are to the flesh, and the fight is ferocious, but how can there be a little master demeanor, the master will fight like a rolling dragon, entangled and rolling all over the ground?

But Situ Liang, who was in it, had a hard time, Yang Fan was fierce and fierce and seemed to have no tricks and no style of play, but in fact, there were many rules, and it was definitely not something that could be made by a rogue fight, among which there was wrestling in the boxing, there was a fist in the wrestling, and there was a fist in the wrestling, which made people unguardable.

At the moment, although the two of them are entangled together, flipping and moving in a space of several zhang in a radius of several feet, like two dragons entangled, Yang Fan can always entangle and bind him at the same time, skillfully sandwiching his fists and feet, even if he punches between a few inches, the fist power is extremely powerful.

Fang Cai Situ Liang relied on the opportunity and strange knife skills to open a few cuts on Yang Fan's body, but at this time he was dragged to the ground by Yang Fan, and in a moment he was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen, and his ribs were broken, but he had not found it for a while in the fierce battle, and he had begun to vomit blood.

Boxing is afraid of being less strong, Situ Liang is better than Yang Fan is the fighting skills and martial arts attainments, once it becomes this kind of hand-to-hand combat that only pays attention to speed and liliang, Yang Fan is good at wrestling, where is he still Yang Fan's opponent, Yang Fan beat Situ Liang dizzy with a stormy punch and kick.

Situ Liang saw that it was not a way to go on like this, so he took a full breath of dantian qi, and stubbornly passed dozens of heavy punches, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, he roared, his legs were crossed to Yang Fan's legs, his upper body was bent, his head was against Yang Fan, and his hand was touched into the boots.

He also has a knife, he is a killer, if he didn't try to fight Yang Fan head-on this time and kill him in a dignified manner, so he deliberately showed his traces so that Yang Fan would find out, but if he made a surprise attack, Yang Fan would have turned into a cold corpse a long time ago.

Now that he had no choice but to do so, Situ Liang finally pulled out his second knife.

With five fingers, he buckled the handle of the knife in his boot, but only half of the bright sword appeared, and it stopped there forever.

On his chest, a crooked "little snake" suddenly appeared, the "little snake" was red, and it was still drooping with blood drop by drop, but after a moment's effort, the blood droplet turned into a blood line, like a snake letter hanging down from a poisonous snake, fluttering and falling in the wind.

It was a branch, not straight, with some bends on the branch, red with blood, obscuring its original shape.

The branch that came out of Situ Liang's front chest was not thick, thinner than his little finger, but the thrust in his back chest was as thick as a chicken egg, and the branch was held in a white and slender plain palm, and the hand was letting go inch by inch, and the branch that was more than three feet long hung on Situ Liang's body.