"General, Yang Zhan ......"

Shen Zong smiled slightly, stepped forward, and coughed slightly.

To be honest, his stormy attack at the beginning seemed to be arbitrary, and the load on him was also extremely heavy.

"You guys!"

Yang Zhan was furious, and the expression on his face was even a little distorted because of anger.

However, anger turned to anger, he had to hastily retract the blow that attacked Shen Zong, and the joint blow of the eight people, even if he struggled to do it, he couldn't take a good defense, so he had to tiptoe to the ground and quickly swept towards the rear.

However, the momentum of the siege has been achieved!

"Don't let him go!"

Luo Xi seemed the most excited, shouted, lifted the double sword, and stepped forward, the sword momentum was like a tide, like a wave swept around Yang Zhan's body, encircling him in it.

The rest of the crowd glanced at each other, clasped their fingers on their weapons, and scrambled forward.

"They all rushed forward to suppress the power of his ancient battle blood. ”

Yang Zhan clenched his teeth, and as soon as he separated Luo Xi's dual swords, Mu Shaoqiu's iron hook had already swirled around in his footsteps, almost nailing him to the ground.

He lifted his breath and slammed it on the ground, and with the force of the recoil, swept away a few paces, but another man's bamboo whip had already struck him in front of him, brushing his cheek.

This time, it can't be avoided.

only heard the sound of "pop", and a long blood mark was suddenly punched on his face.

At the same time, the two of them, one left and one right, holding a pair of swords and mothers, slashed deeply at Yang Zhan's ribs, not giving Yang Zhan a chance to stop, making him retreat again and again.

Before the power of the Ancient War Blood could be mobilized, he was attacked so sharply that he was attacked on his back!

"Whew, Whew......"

Sweating hotly, under a tough battle, Yang Zhan slacked off for a long time.

From time to time, some small wounds would be rubbed on his body, but under the effect of the ancient battle blood, they healed in an instant.

"Shen Zong, how are your injuries?"

Zhao Yanyu looked at Shen Zong's back, pursing her lips slightly, and she didn't know what kind of expression was on the other party's face.

"If it's a little bit too late, it'll be fine. But compared to this......"

Shen Zong stood aside, observed for a moment, and suddenly patted Liu Xiaochen on the shoulder.

"Your name is Liu Xiaochen, right, you go around to five feet behind Yang Zhan, don't move yet, wait for Luo Xi to attack you before you move, you will definitely be able to hurt him!"

"Can I hurt him Yang Zhan?"

"That's good!" Shen Zong's words carried an unmistakable certainty.

Liu Xiaochen pointed at himself, pursed his lips in a little panic, and after a while, he nodded fiercely.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. ”

So, he quietly walked around behind Yang Zhan, grabbed the dagger, and a little bead of sweat appeared in his hand.

He counted down the numbers, saw the moment when Luo Xi's two swords came out, gritted his teeth suddenly, stepped forward, and stabbed deeply into Yang Zhan's back.

Sure enough, blood shot out, and in an instant, it stained Yang Zhan's coat red!

The audience was silent and silent.

"It's finished?"

Liu Xiaochen thought it was a dream, a little incredulous, and the joy on his face was beyond words.

Shen Zong saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, run away!"

However, Liu Xiaochen was still immersed in huge surprise, recalling that the invincible Yang Zhan was actually stabbed by himself.

"Bastard!"

Yang Zhan let out a long breath, and the vortex qi in his body, mixed with the incomparable battle intent of the ancient battle blood, burst out like a sea of qi.

"Bang bang bang" The sound of three air currents exploding sounded, and Liu Xiaochen was up and down, as if he had been hit by a golden bell, but in a flash, he was thrown into the air and fell heavily to the ground, already unconscious.

That's not all, Yang Zhan waved his halberd and swept everyone back, like a god of war, standing upright on the spot, with a straight back.

Yang Zhan raised his head, and the seven people opposite, still holding their own blades, were already surrounded by him, surrounding him.

And the most middle one is Shen Zong.

A group fight turned out to be an equal!

The person who was still ridiculing Yang Zhan just now had already closed his mouth and watched every move on the field seriously.

"Good boy, there are so many people gathered to help you. ”

Yang Zhan's face was cold, his eyes were bright red as blood, and a dead and desolate aura was released with him as the center, enveloping everyone.

"However, I have warned you in advance, you people, you still don't know life and death, you dare to besiege me?!"

In his bone joints, there was a dislocation sound of "crackling", and the mystery of the blood of the ancient war was prompted by Yang Zhan to the extreme in an instant.

It was as if a meteor had pierced the sky, and the halberd had danced into a whirlpool in his hand.

"Then, you and Shen Zong will all go to hell!"

Breaking through the sky and flying stones, sparks are stirring.

So, like a gale, he rushed forward!

......

Not far away, a young man in Chinese clothes walked out surrounded by a group of Yang family attendants.

The huge pomp and circumstance made others look at it, and they spontaneously retreated a few steps, not daring to get close to him for half a step, and the road leading to the middle of the ring was just let go.

And he himself has long been used to it and doesn't think so.

What he needed was not awe, not worship, but bitter fear!

"Look at this, has it already begun?" he said, glancing back and forth, and smiled.

"Back to the eldest young master, the first half of the Danwu Conference is over, and the second half has just begun...... "The butler led by replied respectfully with his fists clenched.

"That's right, the alchemy part is very boring, so don't watch it. ”

The young man in Chinese costume was originally a lazy color, but when his gaze crossed Shen Zong, the divine light in his eyes suddenly became much brighter, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Even, he didn't even bother to take a second look at his second brother's injuries.

"Oh, this Shen Zong......"

After a while, he suddenly spoke: "Steward Mo, help me ask, can I still buy the gambling game in this place today?"

"It wouldn't have worked. ”

Steward Mo knew that the eldest prince was a gambler, so he had ordered someone to investigate it before he came, and said with a smile.

"But don't worry, as long as I don't take care of the house, I will definitely be able to help the eldest young master do it." ”

"Good. ”

The young man in Chinese clothes nodded approvingly, sneered and spoke, his eyes extremely sharp.

"Then, help me smash three thousand gold coins, and I'll buy Shen Zong to win!"

Steward Mo didn't seem to hear clearly, and was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching a little.

As a member of the Yang family, he actually bought someone else to win?

Moreover, this was still the time when he saw Yang Zhan inspire the blood of the Ancient War!

"Young Master?"