As he turned the street, the fish suddenly grabbed the reins in his hand, and in front of him, there were two carriages that collided together, and the broken carriages occupied most of the street.

The owner of the carriage was arguing at this point, as if arguing about whose fault it was.

"Is this road going nowhere?" Liwu poked his head out of the carriage and looked at the 'car accident scene' in front of him.

"Wait a minute, but there's still plenty of time." Yang Ming turned his head and said goodbye.

"Yang Ming, be careful." Suddenly, Liwu was shocked.

And in Yang Ming's ears there was already a trembling sound of the bowstring, Yang Ming almost instinctively picked up the fish beside him and dodged back, on the frame of the carriage, there were still several crossbow arrows more than three inches into the wood, its strength was so deep that it was definitely a bow and crossbow that no one could make privately.

Li Wu looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and jumped out of the carriage.

What the hell is going on? Someone dared to use such a forbidden thing as a crossbow arrow in Xianyang, and at this time, Liwu didn't care about being surprised at all, and looked ahead vigilantly.

There, several crossbow machines were pulled again, and in the sound of whistling, the crossbow arrows that could be moved through iron armor shot towards Yang Ming, and they were even more zigzag-shaped, almost completely blocking Yang Ming's way.

Yang Ming swung out a palm, and the fierce and uncast palm wind caused the crossbow arrow to shift, but the crossbow arrow was still not small, and Yang Ming could only grab the fish's waist and fly back when he saw this.

At this time, several more swordsmen rushed out of the darkness, and the fierce sword qi was intertwined into a net, and they strangled towards Yang Ming.

"Is it the one who caught the net? Or is it a departure from the dance? "Crossbow arrows, assassins, and the current opportunity, the only thing Yang Ming can think of is a net.

It's just that he can't afford to think more at the moment, Yang Ming twisted the sword qi of the attack with his backhand, and the extreme speed of the wind god's legs exploded under Yang Ming's feet, and at this time, there were crossbow arrows shooting, Yang Ming dodged a few, but found that the last one was actually shot towards the fish, Yang Ming almost instinctively stretched out his palm, and it could be grabbed as a crossbow arrow at the last moment, but the huge force rubbed the palm of the palm.

Throwing off the crossbow arrow in his hand, Yang Ming lifted his internal force and slammed his palm on the carriage in front of him, and a black cloud roared towards the crossbow wielder, and with a loud bang, the already damaged carriage was instantly torn apart.

Yang Ming's breath followed, such a powerful palm is not a small consumption for him now, but fortunately, the most troublesome crossbow arrow has been solved.

But Yang Ming was also completely surrounded, and there were already six assassins standing around him, and what was even more troublesome was that the six assassins were standing in a vague position showing some kind of special formation, these were six assassins who knew how to combine attacks.

The six people didn't give Yang Ming time to react at all, and the six sword lights crisscrossed and attacked towards Yang Ming, in the face of this situation, Yang Ming could only attack and defend, and strike out one palm print after another, breaking the sword qi one after another between the black clouds dispersing.

But this is obviously not a long-term solution, although the offensive is fierce, when the so-called one blow and then three declines and exhaustion, once Yang Ming shows a declining trend, then the fruit is unpredictable.

Yu'er, who was protected by Yang Ming, looked at the six swordsmen who surrounded her against Yang Ming, her eyes flashed, she had already seen something.

In the net, there is a combined attack technique, and the six people use one of them, although it is not the most powerful one, but it is not something that the elite killers of the net can't touch.

"He's very smart and knows that he doesn't let the six of them form a formation, but this kind of high-intensity attack may last? What should you do if you show a downward trend? Your best course of action should be to highlight the siege at all costs. Yu'er looked at Yang Ming's back and actually analyzed the battle situation.

"No, no, it's not that he doesn't know that highlighting the encirclement is the best choice, he just can't guarantee that he will protrude the encirclement while protecting me, so he has to put himself in danger, he's just protecting me?"

"He's protecting me? Because of the so-called friends he said? Yu'er turned his head sideways and looked at Yang Ming's side face, and for a while he only felt weird, but it seemed to be ......

Under Yang Ming's cloud-piercing palm, the six assassins could only barely dodge, Yang Ming's palm power was too strong, and the palm wind whistled by, even if they could dodge the attack, but where the sharp and fierce palm power passed, it scraped out large or small pieces of stone slabs on the street, blocking the palm force to hit the walls on both sides, and even more so that the thick walls shattered, and the rubble fell.

But the strange thing is that the movement here did not even alarm the people around him, which is really abnormal.

"This is this kid's real strength, such a domineering palm, if there is no sun-covering sword in hand, I really can't beat him."

In the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at the battlefield in the distance: if the Six Assassins could stab him, then everything was easy to say, if even the Six Assassins could not hurt Yang Ming, then he could only take action himself at the right time.

"However, with such a fierce attack, no one can hold on for too long, and once you show your weakness, under the combined fencing formation of the Six Musketeers, you will not have a chance to turn the tables."

In the battlefield, after the continuous high-intensity attack, Yang Ming's palm power really declined, the six swordsmen glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their swords to assassinate Yang Ming, their targets were the six big holes around Yang Ming's body.

But at the moment when they rushed towards Yang Ming, the situation suddenly changed.

Yang Ming jumped up, his body spun rapidly in the air, like a tornado, and the surrounding gravel was actually stirred by the wind and flew into the sky, hovering around Yang Ming is body.

At this moment, Yang Ming is the god of the wind.

"Retreat." The faces of the six musketeers who came forward were hidden under their face bandans, and they felt the threat of death in the tornado that rolled up the sky with rubble.

But it was too late, and debris rained down from the sky in all directions.

This is the fifth type of the wind god's legs: the remnants of the wind scroll.

Every piece of gravel is the most powerful hidden weapon, under the speed of a meteor, the not spacious street makes the six musketeers even have no room to dodge, just now they thought that Yang Ming had lost his energy, and they were eager to attack, they quickly narrowed the distance with Yang Ming, so close that they could only watch the gravel hit their body one after another, and they could only dance the long sword in their hand to block the gravel that was enough to penetrate the body as much as possible.

But they can block the gravel, but they can't stop Yang Ming, the fourth type of the wind god leg is vigorous and resolute, and in an instant, the six condensed legs hold the will of the wind god, and the power of the thunder slammed into the chest of the six musketeers.

With a crisp crack of bone, six corpses were thrown away.

Yang Ming seemed to only care about the front of him, but the attack of the Cloud Palm behind him was never the so-called attack as defense, but to create a terrain that was beneficial to him, and then exerted the power of the Wind Scroll to the limit.

Of course, this is also a strategy that Yang Ming's skills are not strong enough, if he has the strength of the hegemon, he doesn't need to go to such great lengths to smash the stone slab wall, but in the Wind God Leg, all the floors here will become his weapons.

But no matter what, after all, Yang Ming won, he won himself, and he also won the enemy.

Suddenly, a sword light cut through the night from the darkness and attacked Yang Ming with the momentum of a meteor outside the sky, and Yang Ming didn't even have time to turn around.

At the last moment, a figure blocked behind Yang Ming, a pair of cold and gloomy eyes flashed, and the sword was caught by a pair of jade palms.

But such a thing as receiving a white blade empty-handed can only successfully happen between two people with a clear difference in strength, but the gap between the owner of the pair of jade palms and the owner of the sword that attacked and killed has not yet reached that level.

Although a pair of jade palms clamped the cold sword blade, the huge force made her retreat uncontrollably, hitting Yang Ming's back before she could barely stand up, and the sword blade under the blessing of the huge force was squeezing backwards from her palm.

With the sound of the cloth cracking, the blade grazed her shoulder, and at this time, Yang Ming had already turned around and slammed the chest of the last swordsman with a wave of his palm.

Seeing this, the swordsman could only withdraw his sword to defend, the horizontal sword was in his chest, and the palm power came instantly, directly repelling it, and the swordsman took advantage of the backward momentum, flew away, and disappeared into the darkness.

At this time, there was a crowd of people in the distance, and the soldiers of the Lieutenant's Mansion who were in charge of security around them rushed towards here, and the surrounding people also came one by one with swords and swords.

"What happened?" The officers of the lieutenant's mansion couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the mess on the street and the corpses in one place, and there were more than double-digit corpses in Xianyang all at once, which was a big case, and it was a big case that might not be encountered in a few years.

"I am Yang Ming, the captain of Ganquan Palace, these people stabbed me here and were killed by me." Yang Ming identified himself.

"Captain Yang?" When the leading officer of the lieutenant's mansion heard this, the surprise on his face had turned into horror, there were assassins assassinating officials in their jurisdiction, and such a case was no longer something he could handle.

"Is Captain Yang okay?" The officer of the Lieutenant's Mansion stepped forward and saw that there was a blood-stained maid beside Yang Ming, and dozens of steps away, there was a frightened beauty, and he had completely affirmed Yang Ming's identity.

"It's fine, but my friend is hurt." Yang Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said, although he was in an atmosphere at this time, he was not going to vent it to strangers.

"Please also help us send us to Meng's house." Yang Ming looked at the fish's bloodstained shoulders and had already made up his mind.

"The General's Mansion?" The lieutenant's office officer was slightly stunned, but nodded in agreement.

"Yang Ming, let's go back to the Mirror Garden, so we won't trouble you." Liwu, who had been hiding aside, stepped forward and said.

"No, you can't leave my sight yet." Yang Ming said coldly.

Is there a coincidence in the world? Of course there is, but it may not necessarily let himself encounter it, thinking of that kind of joint fencing formation, thinking of the identity behind the dance, there are already more seeds of doubt in Yang Ming's heart.

Also, what is your identity? How can he take the long-stored killer sword without being prepared, empty-handed, and lightly injured? Yang Ming looked at Yu'er's already red shoulders and thought in his heart.

"This?" Catching up with Yang Ming's gaze, Liwu's heart trembled, since they met, she had never seen such a look on Yang Ming's body, the coldness of her meaning, the coldness of her spirit, made her feel a kind of fear.

"That's good." Liwu said reluctantly, she saw the vigilance in Yang Ming's eyes, the vigilance against her.

"Captain Yang comes with me." The lieutenant's office officer asked his soldiers to pull the carriage over.

The current matter is no longer something he can handle alone, and only Shangguan can take over.