Seeing that Ye Yunsheng was not even able to stand, it was quite difficult for the account room to speak, and he was disdainful in his heart.

What people see is different. If someone else is here, they will feel that Ye Yunsheng is not afraid of life and death, but the account office thinks that he is unwilling to bow his head and force face.

Just killing Ye Yunsheng like this, it was too cheap for him, and the account room was about to go up to restrain the other party's acupoints and torture them well, when the sound of the wind howling sounded in the forest.

Ye Yunsheng couldn't use his internal force at all, he couldn't hear the movement near the forest than usual, he was a little slower than the account room, and he heard this sound.

The Throwing Knife Man finally appeared, but the situation was worse than expected, if he still had the strength to resist the throwing knives, it would not be difficult to resist them, but now there was little he could do. Even if he swung his sword to resist, he would be shaken off by the flying knife and the long sword in his hand.

There were about a dozen throwing knives, just like what they encountered in the forest yesterday.

When these flying knives appeared in the field of vision, Ye Yunsheng discovered an interesting thing.

None of the throwing knives were fired at him.

The ledger did not use weapons, and the purple qi of the Styx condensed into a gang cloth in both palms, and while dodging, he waved his palms to shoot down the flying knives.

His men had already chased him here, and as soon as they saw him being attacked, they immediately rushed to the place where the throwing knives had been fired.

These people are inconsistent, some are fast and some are slow, there is a tribe behind, and there is no one in sight, there are more than 30 people here.

As this group of people rushed over, the flying knives also came head-on, but compared with more than 30 people, the more than ten flying knives were slightly shabby, except for one that was not blocked in the chaos and was stabbed in the thigh, there were no other casualties.

After a few ginkgo trees and pu trees, the flying knife hand that had been hiding in the shadows was finally exposed to these people.

They are all handsome men, not very old, all in their early twenties, wearing plain silk clothes unique to Jiangnan, sky blue, elegant and dusty. But the throwing knife is very fierce and merciless.

In the second round of throwing knives, seven men were shot, and some died instantly, struggling on the ground.

The two sides are more than 50 steps apart, and they are within easy reach.

The account office and these subordinates didn't know what was going on, thinking that the flying knife hand and Ye Yunsheng were the same group.

Ye Yunsheng knew that the other party had attacked him yesterday, and helping him break the siege today must have another purpose.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that yesterday the gang ran out of knives and retreated, and if they were in the rabbit hutch, they would have encountered them in the night. But Ye Yunsheng broke in twice and didn't find it. Even if he is an accomplice, or a cooperating party, he makes a big noise in the fortress at night, and he never shows up, which shows that these knifemen do not care about the rabbit hutch.

Ye Yunsheng originally planned to lure out the flying knife hand in the escape, but he, the flying knife hand, and a group of people in the account room, fought in a chaotic battle in three ways, and slipped away while the chaos was in chaos.

But it wasn't until then that the knifeman appeared, but it was unexpected.

He couldn't run, he couldn't resist, let alone slip away.

There is no way to go into details, but with the instinct of a swordsman who has traveled the rivers and lakes and experienced countless times, he reacted that these flying knife hands must be looking for him.

Because more than 30 subordinates in the account room rushed to the knife hand, the flying knife flying towards the account room also stopped.

"No matter who comes, they can't save you after all!"

"That's not necessarily ......" Ye Yunsheng had a fight with these flying knife hands, and knew that there was a top master among them, who had not yet appeared at the moment.

After a while, he finally found a trace of internal force from the meridians, and slowly held the sword stake.

The bookkeeper was forced to retreat by the throwing knife, and then jumped close and slapped him in the chest.

He didn't move, as if he was powerless to resist and gave up trying to survive.

But some people don't want him to die.

A featureless, ordinary flying knife came as promised, as fast as lightning in front of the bookkeeper.

The bookkeeper wiped his palm and slapped it sharply, knocking down the flying knife, but he trembled, and was actually shocked back by the internal strength on the flying knife.

He took a breath of fresh air into his body, and was about to get close to Ye Yunsheng again, and a flying knife flew out from the same position, shooting at his chest.

It's too late to dodge, only to make a palm.

Out of the palm, another half step.

Half a step is actually half a body in a small position, just like two people standing in line in front and back, he will change the former for a while, and the latter for a while, and the flying knife will be handled one after another.

If it was replaced by Cui Zilong, he would have withdrawn seven or eight steps away at this time.

But the internal force in the account room is deeper, enough to use half a step to offset the internal strength of the flying knife.

This made the man of the knife reluctant to show his face, and if he had come closer, he might have been able to repel the bookkeeper.

Ye Yunsheng stood on the side of the path of the flying knives and watched the flying knives one after another.

No matter how many pockets or burdens this person has, it will eventually be time to run out of throwing knives.

What will he do when that time comes?

In the same way, how could the account office not be clear? He ignored the sword wound that had just been stabbed by Ye Yunsheng, stabilized his breath, and planned to exhaust the opponent's flying knife. As for his subordinates, dealing with more than a dozen throwing knife hands, he wants to be nine out of ten.

In the display of martial arts, each has its own plan, Ye Yunsheng was alone, and he did not hesitate, and approached the account room very decisively.

Before, the account room wanted to get close to Ye Yunsheng, but was blocked by the flying knife, but now it was Ye Yunsheng's turn to come over. Seeing his struggling appearance, the bookkeeper couldn't help but laugh at him and said, "Brother Dao, do you still want to use a sword against me?" ”

Ye Yunsheng was not as relaxed as usual, and he was speechless in his breath.

When it came to the distance of the sword, the account room was already very cautious, and the fight on the rivers and lakes was not allowed to be negligent?

Nai fell into Ye Yunsheng's hands, as if he was also like him, seriously injured and weak, and lifted it up lightly, not like a murderous move, but more of a joke.

After reading it, the account room couldn't help but settle down, and a flying knife flew past Ye Yunsheng, and was slapped down by him, just half a step back.

The sword reached his chest, and he knew that this sword would never be able to pierce into his middle palace in terms of angle or skill, so he waved his palm and slapped the long sword to see how Ye Yunsheng responded.

As soon as his palm approached, Naraku seemed to have turned into an extremely light feather, and with a slight move, he let go of the palm of the account room and move upward.

The sword seemed to come to life all at once.

An indescribable feeling appeared in the heart of the bookkeeper, a sword that was clearly not threatening, slow, light, and weak. But he was forced by the wind, but it was like a feather floating in the air, reaching out to grab it, but because of the wind carried in the movement, no matter how slight it was, it also shook the feather and made her dodge.

He waved his palm again, but before his palm could get closer, the sword shook and shook away.

This time, it's like a swimming fish, swaying in the water, you go to catch it, just break the water, it knows, where can you still catch it?

The ledger struck the air again, and the sword slowly completed an upward stroke, even if it was weak, no matter how slow, the chill of the sword blade was still transmitted to his face without hindrance.

He hurriedly tilted his head back and moved his sword out of the way.

The Naluo sword in Ye Yunsheng's hand was lightly touched at this time, not fast, but it was just right, and he had just put the thin, sharp tip of the sword on the bridge of his nose in the account room.

"Click".

This extremely difficult to make is cracked in it.