This scene is really weird, but Wang Lao Wu hasn't been blowing for long, and suddenly feels that his hand is loose, and the strange flute has been taken away. He raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was Boss Hu. Looking around, none of the black-robed warriors within a zhang were spared, all of them were bleeding from the seven orifices, and their hearts burst and died. Even Wu Lao Er and the others, who had been covering their ears for a long time, were dizzy and kept retching.

"Didn't I say that you can't play this flute at will?" Boss Hu snorted angrily.

The corners of Wang Laowu's mouth twitched a few times, there was no expression on his face, but there was a little fear in his eyes.

Boss Hu sighed, "Don't take it as an example!" and handed the strange flute back to him, suddenly heard the sound of cheers behind him, turned his head to look, but it was the four protectors who chased after him......

But he said that Shen Zhuoyu kicked over the warriors around him, and he was also very surprised, knowing that his moves were purely based on imagination, and there was no order at all, but now the power was quite great, which made him suddenly full of confidence. Suddenly, he saw a warrior swinging his sword in front of him, he didn't think about it, he suddenly stepped forward, his right hand stretched out at will, and the speed was extremely fast, the person had not yet reacted, and the wrist of the hand holding the knife had been clasped by him.

At that moment, Shen Zhuoyu suddenly remembered the scene of the solitary battle against the three heroes of Kuang, so he pinched it with his hand, exerted his wrist, and used the tactics of the day. The samurai was driven by his strange power, and he couldn't help himself, and the single sword in his hand danced up, although it was messy, but it was better than a fast word.

There were three people on the left who were just about to pounce, Shen Zhuoyu dragged the warrior, and the warrior was pulled by him, and the whole person blocked the middle. When the three of them saw that it was their own people, they put away their knives in shock, but Shen Zhuoyu suddenly went around to the front, and the lightning flashed out in his left hand, silently, and grabbed three more machetes.

However, the man and woman were temporarily out of protection, and several samurai on the right saw the opportunity to capture the two of them. I thought that Shen Zhuoyu must not be able to rescue, but I didn't think that he grinned, and threw the three single knives he snatched over, and there was a crisp sound of "dang", not far or close, and it happened to be nailed in front of several people.

The blade of the knife still trembled, and those people were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat, but Shen Zhuoyu had already pounced on him, whirring and punching out three times, the speed was staggering. Of course, he will not retain his strength, the strength of his fists and feet is so great, even he himself does not know very well, those few people are really unlucky, with three muffled sounds, they were shocked and flew out. The samurai who followed him was caught off guard and was hit by these three people again, and suddenly fell to a large area, revealing a huge gap.

Shen Zhuoyu was surprised and delighted, for some reason, after being injured by Si Xingfang last time, he could obviously feel that he had improved a lot in terms of speed, reaction and accuracy.

But he didn't have time to think about it at this time, and immediately pulled the girl with his backhand, and was about to break out of the encirclement, when he suddenly saw the girl's eyebrows angry, raised his jade hand, and stabbed a flying knife in front of him...... I didn't think it would die at her hands......"

Just as he was about to close his eyes and die, he suddenly heard a scream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a black-robed warrior behind him, with a single knife still raised above his head, but he could not cut it off, and the flying knife was impartial, just sinking into his throat. Shen Zhuoyu suddenly realized, and smiled at the girl: "Thank you!"

I didn't think that the girl raised her eyebrows, and glared: "Idiot! Thank you, thank you, don't you go quickly!?"

Shen Zhuoyu smiled, casually knocked over the two of them, and jumped down the stone steps with the two of them a little bit.

The black-robed warriors screamed wildly, got up one after another, and chased after them. For a while, behind Shen Zhuoyu and the others, they formed a long black dragon and walked down the winding stone steps.

Seeing Shen Zhuoyu leaving with the woman, Fang Jie, who had been watching coldly, couldn't stand any longer, and hurriedly asked Fang La for his life, saying, "Holy Father, it's better for me to take someone to chase after me!"

Fang La was not interested in the man and woman, but he was impressed by the blue-shirted young man. With his eyesight, he had long seen that Shen Zhuoyu didn't know martial arts, but why did he have a thousand strengths in every move, and his speed was comparable to that of a first-class master? Vaguely, he thought of a possibility, which may be incredible, but it made him extremely interested, so after a little groaning, he immediately nodded and said: "That pair of men and women are killed, but that blue-shirted young man, must be captured alive!"

When Fang Jie heard this, he was puzzled, but he only wanted to recover the woman, and he couldn't care about it, so he should bow down at the moment.

At this moment, he actually took out a whistle and plucked it into his mouth. With a whistle, more than a dozen black-robed warriors came out of the crowd, although these warriors were also wearing black robes, they were somewhat special, they were taller than the other warriors, and their faces were covered, with machetes hanging from their waists and crossbows on their backs.

Fang Jie whistled again, and those black-robed people seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the whistle, and quickly lined up in a neat line, hurriedly running towards the path on the other side, and Fang Jie followed.

These people traveled very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

Fang La saw it in his eyes, nodded secretly, and suddenly heard the white-clothed Confucian Wang Yin behind him praise softly: "Fang Jie, this kid, is quite capable, and he has trained this assassination team to such an extent!

Although Fang La's son is very unsuccessful, he is quite proud of this nephew, but he doesn't want to praise him in front of people, so he casually continued: "It seems that this seat is nothing more than that, if it is really so powerful, why is the emperor still alive?"

Wang Yin is also a master of observing words and feelings, he smiled when he heard this, nodded and said, "If it weren't for Li Gang's sudden appearance, the assassination would have been successful." Moreover, at that time, the assassination team had just been established, and Fang Jie was still young...... However, Fang Jie finally pushed the assassination to the Liao, which is really a stroke of genius......"

When Fang La heard the word Li Gang, he snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "Why did Li Gang suddenly appear, in the final analysis, it is not Cai Jing's dog thief who has no faith in his words...... He said that if he falls into the hands of this seat in the future, he will not be able to survive, and he will not be able to die!"

Wang Yin didn't want to anger Fang La, so he didn't dare to say more, so he had to laugh dryly: "The Holy Father wants him to die, is he still alive......" At this moment, a loud noise was heard, and everyone followed the sound, but it was Boss Hu who slapped the golden protector, the golden protector was wearing a golden robe, and the kung fu he practiced was called "destroying the golden palm", and he took the road of being the strongest and strongest, and he was very confident in this palm method, the golden protector has always been very confident. But I didn't want to finish with Hu Laoda's palm, not only was his blood surging, but his palm was even more unconscious, he had practiced this palm for decades, and it was the first time he lost to others in the palm technique.

Boss Hu laughed and said: "Although the golden palm is strong, it's a pity that your fire is not at home! You want to fight against me and practice for another ten years!"

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