After the ghost-faced Yama fled from the Wutong Residence in a hurry, he stayed in this ordinary house for more than a day to recuperate from his injuries.

"What a Shen Guhong, what a blood pear flower!" Ghost-faced Yama Luo coughed a few times, his words were filled with fierce killing intent, because the injuries he had suffered twice in a row were indeed very fatal, and if an enemy found him at this time, it would not be easy to deal with it. Fortunately, he has many places to stay in this Bianjing City, and not many people know about this ordinary house.

The autumn wind blew and made a whirring sound, and the ghost-faced Yama opened the door of the house and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and his hair was suddenly blown and swayed indiscriminately.

"The night is cold, and in the blink of an eye, it's been another year, and I'm thirty years old, how can I stand now? Presumably, those who gave up their lives for me must be looking at me angrily from the sky at this time!" Ghost-faced Yama looked at the endless night sky, and a thousand sorrows welled up in his heart, as if he remembered some things in the past, which made him frown in pain.

"Hmm, there was a young man who came to break into the mansion of this seat!" The ghost-faced Yama Luo had a strong spiritual sense, and at that moment his gaze swept towards the door, and he was extremely fierce. It's just that he hasn't come back to his senses yet, and there are several extremely strong auras approaching this place from all directions, obviously by this time, this place has been heavily surrounded.

"Not many people know about this courtyard, it seems that someone has betrayed this seat!" Ghost-faced Yama walked towards the gate, and the dumb man was already guarding the gate with a flat burden.

"Dumb uncle, we may have trouble coming to the door today!" Ghost-faced Yama said to Dumb Uncle, in this world, he still has several relatives, although Dumb Uncle has a different surname from him, he is only a subordinate of his family, but Ghost-faced Yama really regards him as his own relative.

The dumb man gestured a few times towards the ghost-faced Yama, which meant: "The young master will go first, and the old slave will deal with it here!"

A haughty smile appeared on his face under the mask of the ghost-faced Yama, and said: "Don't worry, dumb uncle, even if I am seriously injured now, it is not something that those cats and dogs can do. ”

When the dumb man heard this, a fierce light suddenly flashed in his shriveled eyes, as if he was extremely excited, nodded his head several times in a row, and then put the flat shoulder on his shoulders and stood at the gate.

When the ghost-faced Yama saw him move, he knew that he intended to stand in the way, just to fight for a way to survive for himself. At that moment he whispered to himself, "The great cause is not completed, how can I die so easily?"

With a loud bang, the gate of the courtyard was slammed open, but Ye Qianhua led the group of heroes into from the main gate, and the high-raised torch illuminated his and the group's faces red. He saw the ghost-faced Yama standing at the steps, and the excitement in his eyes was really speechless, if this scourge was eliminated today, his Ye Qianhua's reputation would be passed down through the ages.

"You're really hiding here!" Ye Qianhua and the group stopped at the gate. At this moment, Song Jingruo, Xiao Zhan, and Master Tianzheng each led people to surround them from the other three directions.

"Ghost-faced Yama, you can't escape!" Song Jingruo fluttered down from the roof on the left, and was the first to come to the courtyard.

The dumb uncle's eyes widened, and the flat pole in his hand swept out, pointing directly at Song Jingruo. Song Jingruo snorted coldly, and pointed his finger at the flat pole that swept over, in his eyes, how much strength can an old man like the dumb man with half of his body in the dirt have? His complexion changed, and he smacked lightly, and the five fingers of his other hand were put together into a palm, and he struck on the flat burden, and with one finger and one palm, he swept the dumb man's flat shoulder away.

A sly smile flashed on the dumb uncle's face, his body followed, and the flat shoulder came out again, this time the attack was not heavy, but it was on top of the change of moves.

Song Jingruo saw a flower in front of him, and was almost hit in the forehead by a flat shoulder, fortunately, he already knew that the dumb uncle was extraordinary, and he had already secretly guarded against it, and at the moment the real air in his body was turning, and his body fell lightly on the roof.

Seeing this, the heroes were all shocked, this old man who seemed to be powerless, his martial arts were not as strong as Song Jingruo. Moreover, this old man seems to be honest, but he is an old fox-like existence, otherwise how could Song Jingruo easily suffer in his hands?

"Song Mou is looking away, it turns out that Your Excellency is such a master!" Song Jingruo's face turned pale, and he was really embarrassed to the extreme.

Ye Qianhua glanced at the dumb uncle again, turned to surprise, and said, "Are you the Heaven Swinging Demon who was rampant in Qilu back then?"

On the rivers and lakes today, the reputation of the Swinging Heaven Demon is gone, but if you go back thirty-five years and mention the three words Swinging Demon, it is definitely a ruthless person who changes the color of people in the righteous path of martial arts. Back then, he was rampant in Qilu, and the underworld green forests within a radius of hundreds of miles in Qilu were all under his control, and basically no one in the martial arts righteous path could help him.

It's just that no matter how powerful a Jianghu person is, he won't be able to fight against the court for long. At that time, in order to get rid of the scourge of the Swinging Demon, the imperial court also reactivated the commander of the forbidden army, Shi Shouxin, led 100,000 troops, and swept away the underworld green forest in the Qilu area.

The dumb man glanced at Ye Qianhua with disdain, put the flat burden across his chest, and a strong momentum was suddenly released, the wind suddenly rose, and the terrifying energy permeated out, surging towards Ye Qianhua.

Ye Qianhua just swept his sleeves and took a step, not seeing any movement from him, and the momentum that swept up instantly disappeared.

The disdain in the dumb uncle's eyes turned solemn, and he waved his flat pole and ran towards Ye Qianhua. At this time, he already knew that among the people who came, Ye Qianhua had the highest martial arts, and only if he supported Ye Qianhua, could the ghost-faced Yama break through.

The flat pole swept out and hit the air in front of Ye Qianhua, but there was a loud bang, and Ye Qianhua's sleeves bulged, sweeping towards the dumb man's flat pole like a tumbling cloud. The sleeve of his shirt hit the flat arm, but he didn't make any sound, just the dumb man and others took a few steps back, and every time he took a step back, a faint fuchsia flashed on his face.

"Hmph, what are you still standing for?" Ye Qianhua's voice came out, and the person had already entered the courtyard.

The dumb man's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound, but the flat pole in his hand was dancing loudly.

Ye Qianhua knew that this old man's martial arts were only weaker than himself, so he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, and he attacked with his fists, and the two fought together in an instant.

Song Jingruo, Xiao Zhan, and Jiang Ruchun glanced at each other, and the three of them jumped down together and attacked the ghost-faced Yama. The ghost-faced Yama body unfolded, his body retreated slightly, and at the same time, the person who avoided the joint attack of the three people, his black clothes stroked, and he attacked the three people at the same time. It stands to reason that no matter how strong a person's martial arts are, it is impossible to hit three people from different directions at the same time with one blow, but at this time, Ghost-faced Yama can do it. When Xiao Zhan, Song Jingruo, and Jiang Ruchun were shocked, there were suddenly flaws between the moves.

Ghost-faced Yama is the person who knows how to grasp the opportunity the most, and at that moment, I saw his figure flashing, piercing into Jiang Ruchun's heavy sword shadow, and his right hand circled, bouncing on Jiang Ruchun's sword face. The strength came from the sword body, Jiang Ruchun snorted, and his body stepped back a few steps, so that he could not cooperate with Song Jingruo and the two. Xiao Zhan and Song Jingruo couldn't care about anything else at this time, and their whole body strength was poured between their arms, one of them made a palm, the other punched, and at the same time they faced the ghost-faced Yama head-on.

The ghost-faced Yama's clothes bulged, his palms moved together, and he met the fists of the two, and with a loud bang, the ghost-faced Yama, Xiao Zhan, and Song Jingruo each retreated more than a dozen steps.

Ghost-faced Yama snorted, blood was already hanging from the corner of his mouth under the mask, and his body was shaking, almost not standing firmly.

Xiao Zhan and Song Jingruo were both happy when they saw this, but it seemed that the ghost-faced Yama was seriously injured.

"Suffer death, Ghost Face Yama!" Song Jingruo was really excited, and at the moment he used the sword to refer to the sword, "Heavenly Sword Thirty-six Styles" unfolded, and the moves were all deadly attacks.

If it was in his heyday, Song Jingruo's world-famous "Heavenly Sword Thirty-six Styles", the ghost-faced Yama would definitely not be in his eyes, but at this time, he could only unfold his body and avoid its edge.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhan was entangled in his heart, with his identity, was it appropriate to besiege the ghost-faced Yama at this time?

"No, you are the big devil who everyone in the world will be punished, if you don't get rid of you today, there will be no such opportunity in the future, my Xiao Zhan's reputation is small, and it is great to eliminate harm for the rivers and lakes!" Xiao Zhan made up his mind, moved the distance to the side, and his palms were horizontally out, and he took the ghost-faced Yama vest directly.

The ghost-faced Yama didn't look at it, his body turned as a spinning top, driving Xiao Zhan who attacked from behind, leading him to Song Jingruo. The sword qi emitted by Song Jingruo's finger was definitely not weaker than any fine steel sword, Xiao Zhan was suddenly startled at the moment, the true qi in his body suddenly went backwards, and his body turned upside down in the air, sticking to the sword qi emitted by Song Jingruo's finger.

The two of them made a mistake in the air, and they both turned backwards, attacking the ghost-faced Yama from front to back. They knew that the Ghost Face Yama would never dare to confront them at this time, and when they made a move, they were all offensive and undefensive.

Ghost-faced Yama could only rely on strange moves to win at this time, and at that moment he struck the space between Xiao Zhan and Song Jingruo with one palm, and the diffuse energy dispersed the combined attack formed by Xiao Zhan and Song Jingruo, and his body flashed, as fast as lightning. Xiao Zhan and Song Jingruo were both shocked, because of this, in the eyes of the two of them, the ghost-faced Yama was attacking them head-on, which was simply a ghost.

When they were in shock, the attack of the Ghost Face Yama was approaching, and the two of them could only meet it head-on, each clapping their palms. It's just that at this time, the figure of the ghost-faced Yama disappeared in an instant, and their palms were all struck in the air. When they were frightened, both of them only felt a chill on their backs, so they quickly turned around and attacked with enough internal strength.

Ghost-faced Yama didn't want to fight the two of them, but at this moment, the palm power had already been spit out, and between the powerful blows, Ghost-faced Yama staggered back a few steps again, the arrow wound on his shoulder cracked, and the blood had soaked his black clothes.

"It's really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, if in normal times, you dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat?" There was no anger in the voice of the ghost-faced Yama, and some were just disdainful.

When Xiao Zhan heard this, he secretly felt ashamed in his heart, but Song Jingruo snorted coldly and said: "A demon like you, everyone in the righteous path of martial arts wants to eat your flesh and drink your blood, and you still need to talk about the rules?