Many thoughts flashed through Xu Yang's mind, and then he focused his attention on the guys in front of him.

Under the glance of the open heavenly eye, the martial arts cultivation of those guys was clear at a glance.

Two third-rate high-grade, one third-rate medium-grade, and one small minion who is not in the stream.

Xu Yang's heart was slightly relieved, these four guys are easy to deal with, but the number of people is not right.

The tongue before said that there were still seven or eight people left at the top of the mountain, but what he saw now, plus the guy who had been dealt with, was only five people in total.

This shows that there are still two or three faceless guys in the small temple, and everything has to be done carefully.

At this time, the guy named San Mazi suddenly turned around and shouted: "Xu Toutou, why don't you keep the fuck silent?

Xu Yang secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and after all the calculations, he didn't expect that this guy was addicted to scolding.

Sure enough, after San Mazi scolded, he saw that Xu didn't reply, and he immediately became suspicious.

He shouted at the big tree with a wary face: "Big head Xu, are you dead?

Seeing this, Xu Yang, who wanted to outwit him, made a decisive decision, he made an attack gesture behind him, and then rushed forward first.

Since you can't outwit, you can only attack hard.

Of course, the four guys in front of him are not worried, Xu Yang is afraid of the remaining two or three guys who have not yet shown up and don't know the depth at all.

San Mazi and the others saw four figures rushing out of the woods, how could they not know that Xu's head was already fierce and unlucky.

In addition to being frightened, San Mazi and others whistled loudly at the same time.

The successive whistles not only had a fixed rhythm, but also the sound was quite sharp, and it instantly spread far and wide on the top of this empty mountain.

Xu Yang scolded in his heart, what the hell, bandits blow black whistles, so good, why don't you travel to modern times to blow a game for the national football team?

Although he was scolding in his heart, the speed under his feet did not slow down at all, and the rabbit rose and fell, and the distance of three or four zhang was instantaneous.

The next moment, Xu Yang suddenly had an extra kitchen knife in his hand, and waved his hand to slash at San Mazi, who was whistling the loudest.

Seeing the other party's slash, San Mazi, who knew that he couldn't get out, didn't hesitate, he lifted the whistle stick in his hand and blocked it towards the kitchen knife that looked a little ridiculous.

Damn, what kind of world is this, and there are still people who use kitchen knives as weapons?

As the old saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong, an inch is short, and an inch is dangerous!

San Mazi thinks that his whistle stick is several times longer than the opponent's kitchen knife, even if his martial arts cultivation is not as good as the opponent's, it is not a problem to fight against a few rounds.

As long as they delay a little time and let the iron-clad demon Liu Haitao who stayed in the temple come out, they will be saved.

It's a pity that it backfired.

The truth that one inch is short and one inch is risky is indeed true, but the word "risk" appears in Sanmazi himself.

With the blessing of the Open Sky Eye, the trajectory of that whistle stick has long been known by Xu Yang.

Before the whistle stick and the kitchen knife touched, Xu Yang's arm twisted slightly, and the blade of the kitchen knife grazed the whistle stick towards the opponent's palm.

As soon as the blood passed, there was an extra palm in the air with a whistle stick.

San Mazi, who wanted to delay time, was kicked out by Xu Yang while losing a palm in an instant.

At the same time, Zhang Tianxiang and the three people also arrived one after another, each of them holding their own weapons and pounced on the other three bandits.

One person dealt with the other, and the strength of the other party was obviously inferior to them, and in the blink of an eye, there were a few more pools of bandit blood on the big stone in front of the small temple.

At this time, there were a few rapid whistles from the valley in the southwest, and the rhythm was different from that of the three pockmarks.

Xu Yang and the others didn't understand the meaning of these whistles.

Of course, they didn't have time to study it now, because two figures popped out of the small temple in front of them.

Xu Yang, who was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, glanced at the other party, and his heart suddenly burst.

The guy in the back is better, his martial arts cultivation is similar to him, and he is also in the realm of second-rate inferiority.

But the guy in front of him is different, his martial arts cultivation has reached the second-rate top-grade realm, and he is the kind that is about to break through to the first-class realm.

Xu Yang's second-rate martial arts cultivation is really a little unbeatable in front of this quasi-first-class master.

"Wang Ba Lizi, if you dare to spread wild on the territory of my iron-clad demon Liu Haitao, I will die!"

With a wild roar, this guy who called himself the Iron Palm Maniac Liu Haitao rushed towards Xu Yang and them in an extremely tyrannical manner like a giant bear.

Xu Yang's heart sank, damn it, this guy's arms are thicker than his thighs, and his two palms are like pu fans, so he knows at a glance that he is not a difficult master to deal with.

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

When Xu Yang was slightly stunned, Zhang Tianxiang, who had the highest martial arts cultivation in the team, had already taken the lead in rushing out.

I saw him holding a long sword, his figure flashed, and he stabbed at the other side with his sword.

The action was so fast and the attack was so decisive that even Xu Yang almost couldn't help but shout.

As the old saying goes, people bite elephants to death.

Xu Yang thought to himself, although the other party's martial arts cultivation was higher than any of them, but there were four people on his side, if everyone could be as brave as Zhang Tianxiang, grinding could grind him to death.

It's a pity that many times, bravery does not make up for the difference in strength between the two sides.

Seeing that Zhang Tianxiang's long sword was about to stab the opponent's door, he saw Liu Haitao, who claimed to be an iron-clad demon, suddenly raised his palm the size of a pu fan and slapped it on the long sword that stabbed at him.

In the next second, Zhang Tianxiang was directly slapped nearly a foot away by the sword.

"Hiss......"

Xu Yang, who had never played with such a master at all, suddenly gasped.

Nima's, this guy's strength is so terrifying, could it be the reincarnation of the giant spirit god?

Without waiting for Xu Yang to sigh more, Liu Haitao, who looked like Tarzan of the apes, quickly rushed towards Zhang Tianxiang like an eagle catching a chicken.

Zhang Tianxiang, who had not yet stood firm, could only be forced to flash to the side and narrowly dodge the opponent's attack.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Liu Haitao, who has been crawling and rolling on the rivers and lakes for decades, how can this kid easily escape, the palm of the big fan, palm after palm, palm after palm, all slapped to Zhang Tianxiang's vital place.

Zhang Tianxiang, who is also a leader among his peers, was suddenly in danger, like a flat boat caught in a stormy sea.

Seeing this, Xu Yang hurriedly joined the battle with a kitchen knife, he was afraid that if he was one step too late, Zhang Tianxiang's father, who was the owner of the castle, would have to suffer the tragedy of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

It's just that even with Xu Yang's joining, the battle situation on the field is not optimistic, and the two of them still only have the ability to parry against one person, but have no power to fight back.