"Grandson obeys!"

Liu Fang gave up his hand and hurriedly climbed up to the arrow tower in the corner of the courtyard wall, from this arrow tower that was higher than the wall, you could see the situation outside the wall.

When he saw Feng Tang standing at the door, his heart trembled.

Worst!

Why is Old General Feng here?

Although Feng Tang, the general of Shenwu, is not a national prince, he is very old in the army, and his prestige is very high, which can be described as a high power, and his current real power status is no longer under the national prince.

Even if the prince sees him, he has to be polite.

His grandfather Liu Biao had a great friendship with him, but it was not to the extent of life and death.

How did he come at this time?

Liu Fang didn't have time to think about it, hurriedly climbed down from the arrow tower, ran to Liu Biao, and reported:

"Master, the situation is not good, the person knocking on the door outside is Shenwu General Feng Tang!"

Liu Biao frowned, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly:

"Why did this old guy come to the door at this time?"

Liu Fang asked softly:

"This old general Feng is a world friend of the Jia family, he won't come to save Jia Chen, right?"

Liu Biao snorted coldly and said:

"I'm afraid that the person who comes is not good, and the good person does not come, no matter what his intention is, don't open the door for him first, and when Jia Chen is killed, it's not too late to open the door again."

"Yes!"

Liu Fang looked at Jia Chen with a cruel smile, when he was molesting You Shi and Second Sister You just now, he was taught a good lesson by this kid, which can be described as disgraceful. Now, this kid has thrown himself into the net, and it is just right for him to take revenge.

However, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, how could Jia Chen fight the eighteen Arhats alone and not fall behind at all?

At this time, Jia Chen was holding a three-pointed two-edged knife in both hands, but he was using the Wudang Seven Star Sword Technique.

If it weren't for the incompetence of the weapons in his hand, he would have been able to defeat the Eighteen Arhats a long time ago.

Rao is like this, he can still firmly block the opponent's joint attack.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell, bell!" 、

......

Hearing the sound of weapons colliding in the courtyard of the mansion becoming more and more intense, Feng Tang increased the force of knocking.

"Li Guogong, open the door quickly, I'm Shenwu General Feng Tang, I have something important to see!"

Feng Tang shouted loudly, however, no one responded.

Jia Chen also heard his shout, and he was puzzled, wondering how this old general happened to come to visit Li Guogong at this juncture?

Could it be a coincidence?

Or is he here to save himself?

Jia Chen's heart warmed slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, if he really came to save himself, then he didn't need to worry, he was enough to deal with these monks.

"Why is this kid so powerful?" A monk was shocked and exclaimed.

"We have been crisscrossing the north and south for many years, and we rarely meet opponents, but I didn't expect that today we would be inseparable from a little doll!" Another monk sighed.

"Strange, this kid doesn't seem to be able to make a three-pointed two-edged sword, his moves seem to be swordsmanship?"

"Cheer up, something is wrong with this kid, why can't he run out of strength all the time?" A round-faced monk reminded breathlessly.

They found that they couldn't take Jia Chen in a hurry, so they wanted to exhaust his strength, but they didn't expect that Jia Chen's strength was endless, and his strength was as great as an ox.

"Quickly put out the Eighteen Arhat Formation!"

As a monk shouted violently, the eighteen monks retreated five or six steps backwards, forming a big circle, and surrounding Jia Chen in the heart.

Jia Chen held a three-pointed two-edged knife, lunge and squatted, looking around, ready to see the move.

Nine of them rushed towards Jia Chen in unison, piercing the crescent shovel into his upper, middle and lower three roads.

If this is pierced, it will inevitably be divided into several pieces.

Jia Chen raised his right foot, slammed on the ground, and jumped high like a green onion on dry land.

The nine water-mill Zen sticks were all pierced into the air.

When Jia Chen fell, he lightly clicked on the two horizontal Zen sticks, and jumped out of the encirclement of nine people with the help of a side flip.

Immediately after, he swung horizontally, and the three-pointed two-edged knife cut a fan-shaped cold light.

"Ahh

A bloody wound appeared on the back of a monk, and the bones were visible deeply, and the blood was gushing like a spring.

He clutched his back, staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up.

The knife just now cut off one of his vertebrae, leaving him paralyzed and unable to move.

"It's not good, he abolished us alone, and there is a gap in the Eighteen Arhat Formation!" A monk exclaimed.

However, as soon as his words fell, Jia Chen replaced the sword with a sword, and used the sixteenth style of the Wudang Seven Star Sword - Yaksha to explore the sea.

"Poof!"

The three-pointed, two-edged knife pierced the shoulder of a monk.

"Ahh

The monk let out a miserable scream, and the water mill Zen staff in his hand fell to the ground with a "choking".

Liu Biao exclaimed:

"Why is this kid so strong? Actually injured two tantric masters in a row? ”

Liu Fang said in a trembling voice: "The water mill Zen staff of these tantric masters all weigh fifty-eight catties, and any one of them is capable of fighting a hundred people, how can they not be able to beat a nine-year-old child?" ”

Liu Biao sighed:

The three-pointed and two-edged knife in Jia Chen's hand weighed seventy-eight catties, and the weight of a single-wheel weapon was still on top of the water-mill Zen staff.

But it stands to reason that no matter how strong he is, he should run out of strength after fighting for so long, how can he persist until now? You can also abolish two tantric masters in one go! ”

Liu Fang snorted her teeth and muttered in horror:

"This kid is simply a demon, could it be that the tantric masters will lose in the end?"

"Ahh

He was answered by the screams of another monk.

Blood poured out of his thighs, and he fell to the ground crookedly, clutching his bleeding wounds, crying heartbreakingly.

After less than half a cup of tea, all the monks were injured, lost their mobility, fell to the ground, and could not get up.

Jia Chen shook off the blood stained with the three-pointed two-edged knife, and approached Liu Biao and Liu Fang step by step.

"Quick! Stop him! Liu Biao pulled Liu Fang and stepped back.

The four guards behind them drew their waist knives and rushed towards Jia Chen.

The martial arts of these four people were not under those monks, however, after only a dozen rounds of fighting, they were all injured by Jia Chen and fell to the ground, unable to fight again.

Seeing this scene, Liu Fang was frightened.

Liu Biao once went into battle to kill the enemy, and he could barely stabilize his mind, but his old face was bloodless, and his skin and lips trembled together, unable to hide the horror and horror of his dying.

He is over eighty years old, and he can't lift a knife anymore, so he is not Jia Chen's opponent at all.

"Quickly open the door, let General Feng in, and let him help plead for mercy!"

Liu Biao shouted in despair.

A young man hurriedly ran over, lifted the deadbolt, and opened the door.

Feng Tang ran in angrily and complained:

"Li Guogong, what do you mean? They deliberately hung me out of the door, they wanted to kill people behind closed doors, right? ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank and he gasped.

He originally came to save Jia Chen, but he didn't expect that there were more than 20 people lying on the ground.

And Jia Chen was standing high-spirited, holding a bloodstained three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, standing in front of Liu Biao and Liu Fang, who were trembling.