After Xuan Yifan had a clear consciousness, he felt that he had been bitten by mosquitoes, and his breathing was very uncomfortable, and he tried to raise his head, like a person who was pressed into the water and wanted to breathe.

He raised and raised, fell, raised and fell, and rose and fell, and rose and fell, and with a heart-rending roar, his head was raised and flipped to the side with all his might, making a muffled "thud".

Xuan Yifan coughed heavily, feeling a little more comfortable, looking up at the starry sky, he thought of the shot just now, what a brilliant shot! But it's so short, it's a pity!

I'll be sure to practice more when I go back!

Just as he was thinking this, various questions sprouted in his mind: Who sent the man in black? Could it be that Wu Hao, the city lord of the Great Zhou Empire, sent it by someone? How many people are like this or better than that? Are my mother and sister still in the imperial capital......

Fatigue came along with the questions in his mind, Xuan Yifan decided to ignore these questions, he now let his depleted dantian fill his true qi first.

As soon as he said and did, the innate Yang Burning Gong began to operate, the air temperature within a hundred meters of the surroundings rose, and countless red dots the size of soybeans appeared, and they surged towards Xuan Yifan, like a shriveled sponge, greedy, and uncontrollably absorbing water.

Just as the sponge was about to suck up the water, suddenly there was no water, the air became cold, and a strange cold voice came: "I can't imagine that you still have this hand."

Xuan Yifan let himself stand up, and before he saw this person, he heard footsteps first, very soft, very slow, very rhythmic footsteps.

Looking in the direction from which the footsteps came, he saw a person, a cold and glamorous woman, dressed in white, spotless, like a fairy walking out of the moonlight.

In the face of such a woman, most men will basically look straight and have a dry mouth. Xuan Yifan is the same, but he is not because of her coldness, but because her gaze is cold and sharp with the sword in her hand - exactly the same as the man in black.

Seeing her walking towards him, Xuan Yifan let out a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Ha, I really didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill me was actually a woman."

The woman ignored it and continued to walk forward, the sword shining with a cold light.

"Well, looks like I'm dead." Xuan Yifan said again: "I just want to know how many people like you kill people surnamed Xuan?"

The woman stopped and said coldly, "Die!" A flash of swordlight! Pierced Xuan Yifan's chest.

Xuan Yifan did not hide. He stepped forward, and with his left shoulder, he met the sword.

The sword went through his left shoulder, reaching the hilt, and blood splattered out. Xuan Yifan's whole body had already pounced on the woman, knocking her whole person down. The woman let out a scream: "What are you going to do!"

Xuan Yifan hugged the woman tightly with his only remaining right hand, and opened his mouth to face the woman's snow-white neck. Xuan Yifan's mouth was full of saltiness.

The woman was frightened and wanted to pull out the sword, but she couldn't, so she decisively let go of the hilt of the sword, grabbed Xuan Yifan's neck with one hand, and hammered it into a fist with the other hand, Xuan Yifan's back and back of the head. The two legs kept kicking.

Xuan Yifan twisted his legs with the woman's legs, stopping her kicking. His only remaining hand was gripping the skin around the woman's waist.

Somewhere, the moon pulled a cloud over it, covering the face. Only darkness remains.

The two of them writhed on the ground, a low growl from their mouths. It's like two dying wolves, on the ground you pull me, I bite you and scratch, you roll and I roll.

Until, when the woman engulfed Xuan Yifan's eyes bloodshot, his mind was dizzy, and the strength of his whole body began to fail, the woman slapped Xuan Yifan's face with a palm, making a crisp sound.

Xuan Yifan rolled down from the woman, rolled and rolled, and finally the blood in his mouth spurted out. Then he lay on the ground.

The woman put her hands around her neck and staggered to her feet. Her hair was as messy as grass, and her spotless white clothes were stained with scorched earth and blood.

The woman put the last strand of messy hair on her forehead on her sideburns with her hand, looked coldly at Xuan Yifan who fell to the ground, and said coldly: "I, Qiulan, also killed four people surnamed Xuan, I really haven't seen a person like you, you are simply not a person."

Xuan Yifan lay on the ground and let out a groan.

The woman walked slowly. Her palms were pressed together and shimmered silver, like a shining knife.

The woman stopped, looked down at Xuan Yifan, raised her palms, and muttered in her mouth: "Brother, this is the fifth ......" Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and saw a half-human tall demon beast with a red body.

Seeing her turn around, the demon beast roared, and its four legs jumped forward vigorously, opening its mouth, and spit out a fireball from its mouth.

Qiulan was startled, and her palm instinctively swung down, and a silver light collided with the fireball and exploded, covering the smoke and dust.

Qiulan hurriedly used her true qi to disperse the smoke and dust, and when the smoke and dust dissipated. In front of her, three men and two women stood in a semicircle, surrounding her—the half-human-tall, red-covered demon beast guarding Xuan Yifan's side.

These three men and two women are naturally Yang Yu, Li Shuiqing, Yan Chen, Wang Xuantong, and Yang Huanxi. The eyes of the five people are vigilant, their clothes are windless and automatic, and they are ready to do it at any time.

Qiulan began to retreat slowly, and her right hand reached for the silk pouch tied around her waist. The five men began to advance and shrink the encirclement.

Qiu Lan stopped retreating, her eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the five of them immediately stopped. As soon as the five of them stopped, Qiulan's hand was scattered, and five black marbles were scattered.

Yang Yu shouted: "Retreat!"

"Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Five muffled noises brought a pungent and heavy smoke, and the five men covered their mouths and noses and retreated. When the smoke cleared, the people were gone.

But no one cared, except for Yan Chen, the four of them hurriedly gathered around Xuan Yifan to check the injury. Li Shuiqing and Wang Xuantong saw Xuan Yifan's face swollen and bloody, and they couldn't help but gasp, and angry expressions appeared on their faces.

Yang Huanxi was already in tears, crying and pleading in the face of his grandfather, "Grandpa, ...... Quick look...... Brother Yi Fan...... Whining. ”

Yang Yu didn't care about comforting his granddaughter, and began to check Xuan Yifan's entire body, the following is Xuan Yifan's injury:

The five tubes were bruised and swollen, and the blade of the sword went straight into the shoulder joint bone of Xuan Yifan's left shoulder. Seven ribs were broken, and the broken bones went deep into the spleen.

After Yang Yu finished the inspection, he immediately made a decision. Yang Yuxian instructed Yang Huanxi: "Granddaughter, go back to the village quickly and find the red wooden box in my room, be quick." As soon as the words fell, Yang Huanxi burst out like an arrow. The little demon followed closely.

Yang Yu turned his face to Li Shuiqing and Wang Xuantong and ordered: "Find three stones, one of which must be about the same size as the injured person, and this stone must be polished very smooth." Li Shuiqing and Wang Xuantong nodded in unison and went into the forest.

Yang Yu said to Yan Chen again: "I'm going to find some firewood now and burn a few fires to use as lights." I hope you can protect him here. ”

Yan Chen didn't speak, turned around and burrowed into the forest, and walked out after a while, and the crooks of his arms were full of dead wood.

Just a quarter of an hour later, everything was ready.

The firelight, which was as bright as day, shone on Yang Yu's serious expression, and he opened the red wooden box, and a miserable white light immediately flashed inside.

Thirteen knives. Flashing with a blade-like light.

These thirteen knives are very peculiar. Some are like hooks and sickles, some are like toothed saws, some are long and narrow, and some are curved. These thirteen knives have only one thing in common - the blades are all thin, thin and sharp.

Yang Yu didn't hold any of the thirteen knives, but took out a small medicine bottle, and with a "pop", a bitter smell spread from the bottle. Yang Yu poured out a pill and put it in a bowl that was already full of water.

The pill quickly dissolved in the water, and the water in the bowl turned brown.

Yang Yu picked up the water in the bowl, helped Xuan Yifan to pour the water into his throat, and then helped him down, picked up a long knife, and slashed the flesh along the blade of the sword inserted in his left shoulder, and then there was only the sound of the blade rubbing off the bone......

When everything is done, there is no need for a fire to illuminate it.

It was noon, and from the western sky, a few black dots flew in, and immediately after the people in the west, there were dark and dull dark clouds rolling in, covering the sun, and there were short lightning flashes under the dark cloud roots. The low sound of thunder tells people that a thunderstorm is coming.

"Thunder!" A majestic voice sounded, as if coming from a dark cloud. With the word thunder, a deafening explosion sounded, and countless raindrops, hurriedly, crackling the earth.

People fell on their knees on the muddy ground and spoke words of gratitude to those hiding in the clouds.