In the midst of everyone's suspicions, a terrifying howl came from far and near.

"Well, everyone in Shushanzhai listened, I, Peng, have no hope of going up the mountain today to take the life of the seven evil dogs of Bashan, and it has nothing to do with other people, if you want to live, get out of the way!"

Everyone saw a young man dressed in gray and wielding a double sword, covered in blood, striding up the mountain. Behind him was a tall and strong man, wielding a dart flag embroidered with a dark flying tiger, cheering for the young man. It was Peng Wuwang, who was drunk and broke into the mountain, and Hou Zaichun, the dart master who cheered for him.

Bloody fell in a pool of blood, dragged out of the battle group by the rain forest thousand leaves, the flower monk had red eyes, and the crescent moon shovel danced through the wind and rain, only defended and did not attack, but shouted like a madman: "Spearman, spearman, hurry up, surround him, surround him for me." Dozens of spearmen guarding the main hall of Dazhai ran over one after another, and dozens of long robbers surrounded Peng Wuwang and Hou Zaichun.

Monk Hua barely took a breath and scolded, "Your grandmother's thief, what kind of enmity do you have with my Ba cottage, you have to bully you to go up the mountain."

Peng Wuwang sneered: "Good question, I'm here today to avenge the treasurer Situ Ren who died in my dart game."

"Just for him?" The flower monk shouted.

"Also, ask for a blood debt for the lives of more than 200 people in my eldest brother's Huanhua Sword Sect Hua Bufan faction." Peng shouted hopelessly.

Monk Hua screamed strangely: "Stinky boy, your eldest brother is about to return to heaven, you and him go all the way!" After saying that, with a wave of his big hand, dozens of pikemen shouted in unison, raising their guns and stabbing together.

"Second brother be careful!" Hua Bufan saw that Peng Wuwang was in danger for him, and his heart was like fire, and he couldn't wait to rush out of the room, but was desperately stopped by everyone.

"Brother Peng?" Hong Sixue recognized Peng Wuwang at a glance and was greatly surprised, "This is the blue-headed boy who died a few months ago and refused to kill someone."

At this time, all the pikemen lined up in a uniform formation and trapped Peng Wuwang with a formation of spears, hoping to tie him into a hedgehog in one fell swoop. Peng Wuwang threw away the single knife that had been curled with his right hand, took out his mandarin duck knife from his arms, shouted, and shot out with a shake hand. The mandarin duck knife drew a mysterious curve in the air that was as bright as the moon, flickered and turned a big semicircle, and killed in front of him like lightning. Only a series of "flutter flutter flutter" sounds were heard, and more than a dozen spearmen spurted blood from their throats, screaming and falling to the ground.

Monk Hua was shocked, retreated backwards again and again, and shouted loudly: "Hell, the surname Peng is desperate, everyone take advantage of his lack of a knife!"

The remaining pikemen shouted, lined up in a neat line, and slaughtered in an orderly manner.

Peng Wuwang looked at the flower monk, and suddenly showed a smile on his face, and as soon as he raised his right hand, the mandarin duck knife that was originally nailed to the ground suddenly flew out of the soil, drew an arc, and flew back upside down. I saw that more than a dozen spearmen in the cold light flashed with terrifying and desperate blue on their faces, and they all screamed and fell to the ground with blood splashed. The formation of the pikemen was immediately chaotic, and many frightened soldiers scattered and fled, and those who had rushed in front desperately retreated, and those who followed behind still had to move forward, colliding with each other and trampling each other, killing and wounding countless people. Peng Wuwang used the dragon capture skill to make the mandarin duck knife out, like a silver shining horse, and like a white dragon with a long roar, surrounded his body, constantly rotating, flying sideways like the west wind destroying fallen leaves, dancing like a dragon out of the abyss, cold light flashing, blood splashing, screaming, heads rolling. Monk Hua has almost gone out of the world, since his debut, hundreds of battles, he has never seen such a brave person, such a magical sword technique. Peng Wuwang's body spreads, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wherever people go, the soldiers of Shu Cottage retreat like a tide, just like an airship chopping waves, and like a sickle that cuts grass mustard. The dozens of spearmen were killed by him, and the other underworld masters and Shushan elites who surrounded them were killed by him and fled, with corpses all over the field and blood flowing like streams. Monk Hua and Lin Qianye found that when they were only a few teas, there was no one left of their subordinates, and they were either killed by Peng Wuhope, or they fled in the wilderness.

Monk Hua was red-eyed and shouted loudly, "The surname Peng will slaughter our brother if he has the ability." After speaking, he danced the crescent shovel like the wind, and used the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box, subduing the demon eighteen shovels. Peng Wuwang put away the mandarin duck knife, danced the knife in his left hand, and used the "Hengjiang Knife Technique" to kill him in one place.

Lin Qianye put his serrated flying sickle behind the knife, and his right hand stretched out, and dozens of three-edged bone-piercing nails shot out. Then he turned his head to the sword in his left hand, Yue Shuai, and said, "Second brother, the idea is too hard, shoulder to shoulder!"

Yue Shuaikong still hesitated, pulled out the left blade sword with his left hand, roared sharply, and pounced forward.

Hua Bufan, Hong Sixue shouted in unison: "Bashan Qisha is so shameless!" The three hundred crossbowmen who surrounded them fired ten thousand arrows, and although they were ten thousand, they had no choice but to hide back in the chambers.

Yue Tangwei endured the pain, poked his head out, looked out, and said, "Brother Hua, your second brother's martial arts are really powerful, it seems to be above you and me."

Li Hangang stroked the wound on his leg and sighed: "Look at this person's age, the sword technique is so magical and changeable, and the martial arts are so unfathomable, my generation is really ashamed to call the seventh son of martial arts."

Hua Bufan heard everyone praise his righteous brother, although he was worried about the hopeless safety, but he was also secretly happy for his second brother, he said in a deep voice: "My second brother, surnamed Peng, the name is hopeless, he is the first master of Pengmen in Qingzhou, in Qizhou, Shandong, Fang Baitong father and daughter and I were attacked by Luo Yixiao, the head of the four elders of Qingfeng Hall, and I was unlucky, but fortunately, the second brother helped and got out of danger."

A look of reverence immediately appeared on everyone's faces, and Li Hangang said, "There are few people in the world who can escape from Luo Yixiao's Guan Dao Technique, and they are really heroes."

Hua Bufan was even more excited, it seemed that the broken bones on his ribs didn't hurt anymore, he said, "What's more, the second brother also injured Luo Yixiao's left rib with his self-created hands-off knife technique."

"What," Yue Tangwei almost jumped up, "He can hurt Luo Yixiao, he's so powerful!"

Hua Bufan couldn't help laughing and said, "That's not all, originally I meant to kill Luo Yixiao at that time. But my second brother thought that it was not a hero's act to kill him at this time, so he made an appointment with him to fight alone with him in Qingzhou. Even that majestic Luo Yixiao was full of praise for him."

Everyone glanced at each other, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Chai Shao coughed and sighed: "If it were me, as long as I killed Luo Yixiao, I would immediately become famous all over the world, how could I let go of this opportunity, this second brother of yours is a real hero!"

When Hua Bufan heard this, he burst into tears, struggled to come to Chai Shao, bowed his head all over again, and said, "It is a lifelong blessing to be praised by General Chai Chrysostom, and I thank you here on behalf of my second brother."

Everyone was moved when they saw Hua Bufan attaching so much importance to righteousness.