Oh, I'm ......."

Seeing Yang Xingzhou get into the carriage, Yang Bufan was very surprised, "Master, there are too many of them, I may not be able to beat them!" ”

Yang Xingzhou lay down comfortably in the car, and said with a smile, "It's okay, even if you fight with them, as long as your head doesn't fall off, I can save you, master!" ”

The thirty or so black-clothed people in front of him were able to rush from the poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions unscathed, and they could resist Yang Xingzhou's edict containing soul dementorship.

Yang Shaorou is the chief scoop of the seventy-two water and land wharves in the south of the Yangtze River, with internal strength, fists and feet, blades and hidden weapons, almost everything, and he is also a famous person in the rivers and lakes, even he can hardly resist Yang Xingzhou's fluttering words, and the more than 30 people in front of him can support it, this concentration is really terrifying.

Yang Bufan had privately studied with Yang Shaorou a few times in Suzhou City before, and the difference between the two in cultivation was not too big, in general, because of the limitations of experience and skills, Yang Bufan was slightly weaker than Yang Shaorou.

Even Yang Bufan couldn't withstand Yang Xingzhou's edict, but these demon demons could stand well, and Yang Bufan couldn't help but be nervous, although he knew that with Yang Xingzhou by his side, he had a great safety guarantee, but the masters intersected, life and death were only in an instant, and no one could keep them careless, and his head was cut off, no matter how good Yang Xingzhou's medical skills were, it was impossible to sew his head up and be safe.

So Yang Bufan was extremely nervous.

Although this guy is smart, he is extremely afraid of death, but because he is afraid of death, he cultivates desperately, and he is afraid of being killed, which is similar to the ten thousand black pythons in the Black Wind Village in the main world.

At this juncture, after understanding that if the other party did not die, and he would die, a huge sense of courage suddenly arose in his heart, and he suddenly raised his head and roared, snorted his throat, and his body shot forward, and slapped his palms to the masked man led by him, "Accept!" ”

The group of people on the opposite side was still in great shock, and by the time they reacted, Yang Bufan's palms had already slapped with wind and thunder.

Just looking at the momentum of these palms, the masked man at the head felt that it was difficult to resist, and he shivered on the spot, raised his hands, and touched Yang Bufan's palms.

Burst!

Without waiting for Yang Bufan's palm to hit the ground, this person and Yang Bufan retreated as soon as they touched, and they flipped a few somersaults in the air one after another before they fell behind the crowd.

After Yang Bufan's palms were punched out, it was like hitting in the air, fortunately, he carefully followed Yang Xingzhou's teachings, and when he shot at the enemy, he played with a lot of strength, but he still had to leave twelve points, so after sensing that the palm power did not hit the ground, his palms parted and slapped towards the guards of the two black-clothed men on the left and right.

Bang bang!

The two guards raised their hands and slapped him hard, and then threw them backwards in unison.

In the past, Qiu Qianren was famous for his iron palm kung fu, which was enough to be compared with the world's five uniques, and the iron palm annihilated Heng Mountain, and the world knew that it was played by Yang Bufan at this time, although it could not reach the momentum of Qiu Qianren's old years, but the palm was strong and fierce, and it was only in an instant that five or six strong enemies were severely damaged.

But that's just it, he just took a sudden lead, after a group of people reacted, the leader shouted not far away, and the remaining dozens of people hula scattered, forming a strange formation, surrounding Yang Bufan in the circle.

"Kill!"

More than a dozen people shot at the same time, attacking Yang Bufan's vital points, and the sword light and sword shadow shrouded his whole body.

Yang Bufan's body trembled, his body rotated like a spinning top, a soft sword appeared in his hand, a puff of light suddenly bloomed in front of him, and then the clanging weapons collided non-stop, and the blades of more than a dozen people who attacked him were all blocked by him.

In the sharp sound of blade collision, a handful of white smoke erupted from Yang Bufan's sleeve, instantly enveloping Fang Yuan's abbot Xu Fangyuan.

One of Yang Xingzhou's life-saving stunts, quicklime powder!

In the fierce battle, everyone at the scene had no time to dodge, and in an instant, five or six masters were fascinated by quicklime powder, and retreated backwards in a loud shout, Yang Bufan laughed, the soft sword in his hand trembled like a silver snake, and more than a dozen swords were stabbed out in the blink of an eye.

Burst of blood.

There were several more bodies at the scene.

"It's quicklime powder!"

"Don't let it get in your eyes!"

"Yang Xingzhou's subordinates are so despicable!"

The besiegers were taken aback, and at the same time retreated, and the encirclement expanded instantly.

Yang Bufan took the opportunity to rush forward, stabbing to death a man in black in front of him whose eyes were retreated, preparing to break out of the encirclement.

At this moment, heavy footsteps containing a strange rhythm sounded from not far away, and Yang Bufan's body that was rushing forward suddenly froze, his face showed surprise, and slowly turned to the place where the sound sounded.

A man wearing a long robe with big sleeves, a long knife hanging obliquely from his waist, and a clog on his feet, holding a long knife with a strange style in both hands, stepped towards Yang Bufan step by step.

Everyone else is masked, but this middle-aged man is not masked, with wide robes and large sleeves, and an extremely strange hairstyle on his head, from his forehead to the back of his head, the hair in the middle has been shaved off by a razor to the width of his palm, and two small tugs are pulled up on both sides, he holds a long knife in his hand, and a short sword diagonally at his waist, and his outfit is very strange.

This person's face is calm, his eyes are as cool as water, his footsteps look extremely heavy, every time he takes a step, a dull sound will sound on the ground, as if a behemoth is walking on the ground, but the body method gives people a peculiar sense of lightness, and the extremely contradictory feeling of lightness and heaviness actually appeared in a person at the same time, it can be seen that the other party must have practiced a peculiar mental method, and the attainment is profound.

In Yang Bufan's perception, the masked people around him had already disappeared like a tide, and there was only the middle-aged man holding a long knife in front of him who was approaching.

"Hi Yi!"

When there was still a distance of about a zhang from Yang Bufan, the man's body suddenly accelerated, and the long knife in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning, slashing diagonally towards Yang Bufan.

This knife, whether it is speed or strength, far surpasses any famous knife master that Yang Bufan has ever seen, and when the knife light is lit up, the blade has already reached Yang Bufan's chest.

Yang Bufan shouted violently, the soft sword in his hand was wrapped around the long knife like a rope, and his body fell to the side at the same time, trying his best to dodge this earth-shattering knife.

Bang!

The moment the soft sword was wrapped around the opponent's long knife, it was shattered into countless pieces by the unparalleled strength, scattering in all directions.

The long knife castrated non-stop, continued to slash obliquely, and under the leakage of the knife qi, Yang Bufan's clothes had already cracked a hole, and he was about to touch the skin, and the next moment he was cut in two by the back of the oblique shoulder strap.

"It's a dead deal!"

Yang Bufan didn't dodge or dodge, and suddenly a long sword as thick as a finger drilled out of the sleeve of his left hand, stabbing at the throat of the black-clothed man opposite.

Originally, Yang Bufan felt that he would never use this last sword, but now when he was most desperate and critical, he could only use this style of play, he was confident that while the other party killed himself, his own sword could also pierce the opponent's throat.

It's just that "I just died like this, and I'm really a little unwilling!" ”

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Chapter 442: Knife