The battle circle is getting smaller and smaller, and the Yang family is getting fewer and fewer. After a while, there were only nine remaining Yang family warriors, all of whom were forced into a corner of the courtyard wall.

Yang Xiaolin covered a wound on his chest with his hand, and blood kept spilling from his fingers, dripping and falling could not be stopped.

In the crowd opposite, Dan Xuanfu didn't know how he was injured, and his face was so pale that he even felt incredible. The other grandmasters were more or less injured, but the innate martial artists had more than a dozen deaths, and Wei Yanhu was so sad that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Moreover, he saw clearly outside the battlefield, and was secretly shocked by the strength of the black boy, thinking that only by going out himself could he kill him.

At this time, Han Bing took the lead in guarding the front of everyone for the master, the spear was holding the spear diagonally, and the black hair was fluttering and the blood stained the clothes.

His red eyes scanned the enemy on the other side fiercely, as if he wanted to remember them before he died in battle, and even if he turned into a terrible ghost, he would take revenge.

Suddenly, several members of the Yang family heard the sound of "cooing" birds outside the courtyard wall, although the sound was very small, but Yang Xiaolin and Han Bing were very familiar. That was Yang Feilong's stunt, and it was also the ventriloquist he occasionally showed.

The ice was unmoved, his face was still like frost, and his eyes shot a sharp gaze. Yang Xiaolin saw a ray of light in the night, and his thinking suddenly became active.

Immediately afterwards, Director Yang endured severe pain, held the tail of a spear, touched the ground with the tip of the spear in front of everyone, and drew two semicircles back and forth on the ground with "whirring".

For a while, the sparks burst out and splashed everywhere, flying sand and rocks and dust. For a moment, the sky was dark in this area, and the sun and moon were dark, and the figures were so dense that it was difficult to distinguish the four directions.

"What is he going to do?" The warriors on both sides were at a loss for a while, not knowing what kind of madness this Yang family's head had made.

"Up!" Wei Yanhu is a person in the rivers and lakes and does not believe in this evil. He personally ordered that several Grandmasters and Innate beside him rushed to grab the first credit.

The area that was already dusty and dim was even more inseparable from each other in the agitation of the true qi of this charge.

Only the sound of fighting and screaming was heard, and several warriors rushed in.

At this time, a large part of the courtyard wall of the martial arts hall had collapsed, but in this chaotic shouting situation, who noticed this small hole in the wall.

Just when Yang Xiaolin was overjoyed in his heart and was about to lead everyone to break through the chaos, he heard one person shouting loudly: "They want to run!" ”

After all, Wei Yanhu is an old Jianghu, and he finally saw the clue. With this shout, he woke up a group of warriors behind him and rushed over. This time, he was not idle, and hurried forward.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, Yang Xiaolin jumped behind Han Bing, and when he was not paying attention, he raised his hand and slashed at the back of his neck. Just like that, Han Bing immediately fainted.

Yang Xiaolin reached out, held the apprentice in his arms, and stabbed the body of a martial artist with a knife in his right hand.

He flashed quickly, jumped out of the hole in the wall, his eyes were fixed, and he soon found Yang Feilong and Tang Feifei.

"Run!" He let out a low cry and threw the ice at them, then turned back and slammed into the high wall.

The wyvern hugged the ice and turned his head to run away. Extraordinary but stunned looked at Yang Xiaolin on the wall, and shouted anxiously: "Curator, you ......"

The Wyvern freed up a hand, grabbed him hard, and shouted, "Don't you want to die? Run! After speaking, he pulled the extraordinary girl and ran to the bamboo forest in the distance.

Tang Feifei, who was in the middle of the seventh layer of quenching, turned his head several times, and no matter how long the tears flowed in his eyes, he couldn't resist the force of the half-step innate Yang Feilongsheng's hard pull.

Yang Xiaolin and several martial arts hall personnel blocked the holes in the wall one by one, making the other party who was still in the dark dust confused.

Then, a group of people stabbed and slashed in the narrow area of the corner, repeatedly shuttling and leaping, shouting and screaming.

However, after Wei Yanhu joined the battle strongly, the corner of the wall quickly calmed down.

With a "stab" sound, Yang Xiaolin, who was guarding the wall, was slashed into the chest by Wei Yanhu, only to hear "Bang!" The sound was kicked off the courtyard wall again.

At the last moment of his life, Yang Xiaolin, who fell from the sky, looked in the direction where Han Bing and the others fled, as if he saw the place where the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall had risen.

There seems to be a bright avenue there, revealing the heyday of the Yang family in the past. He clearly saw Han Bing waving to him, and saw the scattered and escaped martial arts hall people facing him, all smiling.

"In vain!" The last sound used all the strength of the whole body, and only a faint sound came out.

Just listen to "Bang! With a bang, Yang Xiaolin fell down the wall heavily, and the strands of dust and dust that rose up were like blooming flowers, protecting him, lingering, and not dissipating for a long time.

"Master!" Han Bing woke up suddenly, as if he heard the master's call, and saw his kind smiling face.

In a small cave far away from the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall, Yang Feilong and Tang Feifei sat beside him, mourning and silent.

Han Bing's eyes widened, he looked around, looked at the two with teary eyes in amazement, and asked eagerly, "What about Master?" Where is this? ”

Tang Feifan turned his head and couldn't help crying, although his voice was very small, he was so grief-stricken.

Han Bing immediately understood, but he still had illusions in his heart. He grabbed Yang Feilong's collar violently, stared at a pair of red eyes, and roared, "You say, what about my master? ”

"Ice...... You calm down. The curator stopped the brutes to save your life. However, he also ...... "The Wyvern couldn't say any more, and then he also whined and cried quietly."

With a "boom", Han Bing stood up, the evil qi and true qi in his whole body kept surging, his eyes became red, and the poisonous snake with murderous intent like spitting out a letter frequently probed, and then burst out of the four poles, making people suffocate with panic.

Wyvern Extraordinary quickly exited the cave, how could they withstand the coercion and invasion of this wave.

"Han Bing, be calm, how can you take revenge like this!" The two stood far away from the entrance of the cave, with tears in their eyes, and kept persuading him.

After a while, Han Bing finally retracted his breath, and listened to the two of them talk word by word. Now, he basically understood the situation at that time and knew the reason why Master had stunned him.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You wait, I'll be back." ”

Although his words were plain, he said so coldly, so resolutely, making the flying dragon extraordinary as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if his mind was frozen, and it was difficult to have any reaction.

When the two of them came to their senses, the ice was gone.

The sky was already dark, and the flying dragon stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the cloud-filled sky, feeling the hot night breeze, and invariably thought of the phrase "the moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when killing people and setting fires".

All of a sudden, the hairs on their bodies stood upside down, and they were worried about the wishes in their hearts.

At the same time, Wei Yanhu led the gang to search for the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall like chicken blood, but after searching for a long time, they only found chicken feathers.

"That's a fast run! Hum...... The black boy must not be dead, everyone went separately to find it. Wei Yanhu gave an order, and everyone clapped their horses, found some flashlights and torches, and cast a net around the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall in groups of two or three people.

Because the hole in the wall was where the black boy escaped, Wei Yanhu arranged most of the warriors on this side and searched towards the bamboo forest in a fan shape.

After arranging all this, he glanced at Yang Xiaolin's corpse lying on the ground, and then went back with the two martial artists with Dan Xuanfu, who was not lightly injured.

How do they know that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, no matter whether it is late or sooner; Heaven is a good reincarnation, who does the sky forgive?