"Very good, Nan Shaoxia!" Fang Ping held an iron abacus in his hand, looking imposing, watching them walk out of the prison door, and said coldly, "It turns out that you also have such a friend in Suzhou City!"

"Manager Fang, haven't you heard of it!" Nan Jian stood on the stone steps of the porch, looked at him with a calm expression, and said, "Is there a saying that the righteous are more helped, and the unrighteous are less helped? As long as you do it right, there will be a few good friends who will stick a knife in your ribs wherever you go!"

"Oh!" Fang Ping laughed when he heard this, he said disdainfully, "Don't you hear, the one who knows the times is Junjie, it's a pity that tonight's reckless friend of yours, his reckless behavior can only become, a small episode before you die!

After that, he shook his head and snorted coldly with everyone:

"Up, don't leave a mouth alive!"

Suddenly, torches fluttered wildly, swords came out together, and the gang where they were located was like a flood that burst the embankment, rushing towards the four of them, and Nanjian and the black-clothed masked man immediately stepped forward and blocked in front of Jiang Yiming's grandfather and grandson. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the face of the Qinglong Gang, he was calm and relaxed, and he was not afraid, and he walked in the sword light and sword shadow with a calm and unhurried knife technique, just like a shuttle weaving cloth in the hands of the eldest lady, advancing and retreating freely and methodically;

And Nan Jian, the first time he slashed a sharp sword in front of him, one side of the body snatched over, and then, his sword went sideways, and the dragon groaned. The sharp swordsmanship was even more unstoppable than two days ago, defeating the oncoming enemies one by one and beating them to the ground.

Suddenly, Fang Ping, the head of the Qinglong Gang, jumped in front of him with an iron abacus in his hand, his eyes were like knives, he held the iron abacus high, and said proudly with an air of determination to win:

"Today, I'll let you taste the power of my iron abacus!"

As he spoke, he waved his big arm and swept out the iron abacus in his hand in front of Nanjian, and suddenly, a strong cold wind swept towards Nanjian.

The iron abacus Fang Ping is also a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, and his weapon is the iron abacus that is used to settle accounts all the year round; the abacus really deserves its name, and in his hands, it is no longer a simple accounting tool, but a terrible murder weapon!

Now, Nan Jian's body was surrounded by Fang Ping's iron abacus, but he was not panicked, and shouted to him calmly:

"Presumably, you are also one of the sellers seeking glory! Today I am going to seek justice for Zheng Tailun and let you know the fate of the sellers seeking glory!"

As he spoke, his sword had already stabbed out, and Fang Ping also saw that there was nothing peculiar about this ordinary sword he stabbed, but he couldn't dodge, and the opponent's sharp sword blade stabbed him in the throat with a cold cold light.

Fang Ping fell—with an expression of disbelief, he fell to the ground, his Adam's apple had been pierced, leaving a three-inch-wide wound, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

Therefore, Nanjian and the man in black fought and walked, and after a while, they came to the end of the porch, and as long as they crossed a small tree-lined path, they arrived at the back door of the Green Dragon Gang.

However, there was a person waiting at the door early, looking at him who was only in his thirties, wearing a dark green robe, of medium stature, with high cheekbones, a very wide face, a very serious expression, and with a cold attitude of horizontal eyebrows, he sneered and watched the four people run over.

When the four of them ran to a distance of twenty paces from the man, the black-clothed masked man who accompanied him found the other party, he immediately waved his arm in gear, stopped first, and blurted out in exclamation:

"Watch out, his throwing knives!"

Almost at the same time as he spoke, the man opposite had already thrown off his arms, and immediately, three or two bits of cold light flew towards them in the dim moonlight.

At that time, when several swordsmen were chasing closer, Nan Jian stopped and turned over to meet the man, just facing the person standing with his back to the door, so Nan Jian didn't know at all, the person on the other side waved his arm and threw out a cold light, he didn't know it, and he was defenseless.

At that moment, the black-clothed masked man did not hesitate, he jumped forward, blocked the front, and struck with a knife towards the several cold lights that shot at him.

Suddenly, a string of bells, bells, bells! Three of the flying knives that shot straight out of the opponent's hands had been shot down by the masked man in black, who was extremely fast, except for the one that shot at Nanjian, which was angled in an arc, so that it slid past his blade.

At the moment of life and death, the black-clothed masked man still did not hesitate, he blocked his body, and the result can be imagined, with a bang! The flying knife was nailed to his right shoulder blade.

At this moment, Nanjian had already defeated all the Qinglong Gang who had caught up, and before the person standing under the door sent out the second round of flying knives, he had already pierced through it like an arrow from Xuan.

Seeing that he was coming bravely, the other party knew that he was not an opponent, so he jumped onto the treetops on the opposite side, and with a wave of his arm, several points of starlight flew towards the southern sword. But he was very vigilant, and the sword in his hand knocked down the oncoming flying knives one by one, and at the same time, he also held one in his mouth accurately.

When the man saw this, he was shocked, and with another leap, he jumped out of the courtyard wall and fled.

The four of them escaped from the Qinglong Gang, ran out of a dense forest, and stopped at a three-way intersection, at this time, the moonlight was west, and the confused hill was unusually quiet, as if even the night birds were asleep, and they could not hear half of their cries.

At this time, the flying knife was still stuck in the shoulder blade of the black-clothed masked man, and the blood soaked his clothes, Nan Jian said:

"Friend, your injuries are very serious, you need to pull out the knife!"

But the other party endured the pain and said as if nothing had happened:

"No need, I'll be here soon, besides, once the knife is pulled out, the blood flow will be greater, I'll still hold on for a while!"

"How can I thank you?" asked Nanjian with mixed feelings.

"It's just a gesture, what's not to thank!" The masked man in black said, "Okay, there will be a farewell for sending you a thousand miles, we will say goodbye to each other, and there will be a period later!"

The black-clothed masked man said, arching his hand towards the three of them, and said:

"Farewell!" and ran down the mountain.

"Nan Shaoxia is really charming, he has such a loyal and courageous good friend!" Seeing the black-clothed masked man leaving, the old man Jiang Yiming said with emotion.

"Who is he?" Jiang Xiuxiu suddenly said, "Presumably Nan Daxia, he should have a number in his heart!"

"Yes," Nanjian said calmly, looking into the distance, the back that had disappeared in the darkness of the night, "I already know who he is!"