Tan Lang was also stunned, and subconsciously abandoned the knife and grabbed Wu Luzhi.

Wu Luzhi was stabbed in the chest, deep into his viscera, and there was no life at all. He spat at blood foaming heavily, and his otherwise delicate face was distorted horribly because of the extreme pain. His legs kicked wildly, and he cried, "Cousin, cousin, I hurt."

The voice is getting weaker and weaker. The head tilted, and the breath was cut off.

Tan Lang's eyes were red, he roared, threw out Wu Luzhi, who was already out of breath, picked up the knife on the ground, and strode towards Du Simian.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The blade did not hit Du Simian's head, and was caught in mid-air by another knife.

Yang Ye's eyes were condensed, his hands clenched the handle of the knife, he lifted it up, turned around and moved to Tan Lang's right side, and slashed at her lower waist with a knife.

Tan Lang is not a weak brigade, he took a step back in a wrong step, raised his knife like a hammer, and slashed down with a knife.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them chased the fast knife and collided in the air for no less than twenty times.

Although Tan Lang is strong in martial arts, he does not have much experience in actual combat. In the past, in order to increase his momentum, he was a large group of helpers with him.

The thugs all called Tan Lang to raise him, how dare he really let him go into battle, they were almost killed, so they let Tan Lang go up to make up for two knives.

Or pick some weak ones and let him get over them.

is Tan Lang's style of play is more than courageous, not flexible enough, and not very flexible.

This kind of fighting style that relies on fighting close may be effective against ordinary people. But if you want to compete with a master like Yang Ye, it is far from enough.

Tan Lang gradually lost the upper hand.

Yang Ye didn't love to fight either, jumped up with a knife, forced Tan Lang to retreat to the corner of the alley, turned around and picked up Du Simian and ran.

After only a few feet of running, an entire house collapsed behind him, and the beams and rafters of the house smashed into the place where the two were fighting, and in an instant Wu Luzhi's body was buried under the bricks and rubble.

Du Simian's eyes were torn, and he cried out heartbreakingly: "Green Branch-"

Desperately struggling.

But he is a weak scholar, and his strength is not as good as Yang Ye, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood. Let him be tightly chained, and he will not be able to break free. Tears flowed wildly, dripping down and covering his face, he still stretched out his hand, and his voice was sad with despair:

"Green Branch—Green Branch—"

The fire became more and more intense, and with the help of the southwest wind in midsummer, it quickly flowed northeastward. Trees in the surrounding corridors were set on fire.

From the Dongshu Pharmacy, to the East Medicine Depot, and the East Pharmacy, the houses in the entire southeast have all been reduced to a sea of red.

Yang Ye carried Du Simian on his back and ran wildly in the fire.

The red fire swelled forward with the help of the wind. Like several ferocious trolls chasing after him, his mouth wide open to devour the two of them.

Ran out of about half a mile, only to gradually throw off the scorching heat wave behind him, Yang Ye's heart was relieved, and before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse of a flash of light, and hurriedly turned his head, and saw a bright dagger stabbed from the side, pointing directly at the side of the neck, and it was towards Du Simian.

Yang Ye, as the leader of the guards of Huairentang, although he is not experienced in a hundred battles, he also practices diligently every day, is skilled in martial arts, and is sensitive to adaptation.

Seeing that this sword was fierce, it could not be blocked, and it was difficult to avoid it, so he clenched his hands and firmly encircled Du Simian's legs and knees. His feet staggered to the ground, jumped more than five feet, and landed steadily outside the feet.

The other party is obviously also a master of hand-to-hand combat, stabbing the air with a sword, immediately turning his wrist and wrong arm, sinking his shoulders, and turning an extremely neat somersault out of thin air. In the case of body fear and no external object to borrow, this somersault can be said to be quite amazing. Yang Ye secretly praised in his heart, and immediately realized:

I've met a strong enemy!

One is not careful, I am afraid that he and Du Simian will die here today.

Between the electric light and flint, he was not allowed to think about it at all, and the person who came turned over a somersault, and his body stretched, like a willow leaf rolled up by the wind, and he rolled freely. Haobai's wrist was raised, and the sharp blade of Xue Liang attacked again.

Yang Ye was alone, his actions were agile, and he was extremely embarrassed to dodge. In a hurry, he had to shake Du Simian away and hold it with one hand to prevent him from falling. The other hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the woman's face.

Yang Ye is not a master of boxing, and it is extremely unwise to play empty-handed against white blades, which is very unwise. However, the dagger had been stabbed to the chest, and at this moment, the situation was critical, and there was no choice.

The tip of the sword pierced into the flesh, and beads of blood condensed on top of Xue Feng. If you go further, you will pierce your fist and pass through your palm. One punch and one sword, it was originally a violent way of opening and closing, but at the moment of contact, they each stopped moving forward, and confronted each other in mid-air, as if they were still.

Yang Ye was very surprised, he didn't know why the other party was holding the victory, but he suddenly stopped, and looked up in surprise, only then did he see the face of the person who came

——Distant mountains and eyebrows, cold pond smoke eyes, snow-white and thin face, so beautiful that it is difficult to describe, but it is extremely angry-it is Mu Dianke.

"Fourth Miss!" Yang Ye shouted, and before he could ask a question, Mu Dian could quickly retract his sword, and with a flip of his wrist, the second sword stabbed out quickly and abnormally at an incredible speed, and the target was still Du Simian. Yang Ye held Du Simian with one hand, dragged him to dodge, and attacked alternately with the other hand and legs, trying to force Mu Dianke to stop.

However, there was a big difference between the two of them, and within a few moves, Yang Ye's offensive was repelled by Mu Dianke, and in turn they were suppressed, and they had no power to fight back. Fortunately, Mu Dianke's subordinates showed mercy, so he did not hurt the vital point.

This moment of delay was delayed, and the fire behind him had already taken advantage of the wind to chase after him. The orange-red flames rolled like waves, swallowing up the trees on both sides, bringing up a frenzied air current, rushing Mu Dian Keyi's clothes to fly, the whole person seemed to be roasted on the fire, and he couldn't help but turn white, and took a small step back.

This subconscious action made Yang Ye see the vitality - Mu Dian's terrible fire!

He was also an extremely smart person, thinking of Mu Dianke's childhood, he immediately figured out the joint and confirmed his thoughts. Grabbing the moment when Mu Dianke's wrist kung fu froze, he held Du Simian and pulled him behind him, bowed down, put Du Simian on his back, and turned around and ran towards the fire.

The trees beside the road were scorched by the fire, and the trees were bright, and the broken branches and fallen leaves were wrapped in flames, and the clusters fell downward, like starry meteors in the sky.

It's just that this picture is not beautiful at all, it only makes people feel suffocated, and they feel a kind of coldness and fear of death.

Mu Dianke's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar, the cold was thorough, her legs and feet were already weak, but the fighting spirit in her heart was screaming that the raging fire was burning high - Tan Zhou wanted to defeat her, she was not afraid!

During her nearly decade-long run, she encountered so many fears. She was afraid of the dark, of walking at night, of insects, of wild beasts, of hunger and loneliness...... But then she was not afraid.

It's just a dead stinky man, just a fire. These things didn't help her back then, let alone now.

She is no longer a person, she still has a thousand Buddhas. He will always be there for her when she needs him the most and protect her. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~