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The Hidden One moved forward to the end of a ramp before stopping. In front of him was an upright rock wall.

The leader of the guards smiled and waited patiently below. The guards who followed the slope also formed a large circle along the rock wall, surrounding the Hidden One.

The Hidden One still didn't get up, and turned back in the tea bushes, ready to defend. He mustered his strength, and his momentum suddenly multiplied, almost completely suppressing the momentum of the guards, and they felt a tremor from their hearts, and they did not dare to take a step forward. For a moment, the two sides were in a standoff.

"You have nowhere to escape!" the leader of the guards raised his gaze and looked at the tea bushes, a sneer curling into his mouth.

He let the soldiers around him climb up continuously, surrounding the hidden person three layers inside and three layers outside.

The Hidden One took a deep breath and was ready to change course and charge into the Guards, then look for an opportunity to break out. I don't know what the situation will be, but this is the only way.

The crossbowman set up his crossbow and prepared to fire crossbow bolts directly at him without letting him rush in.

At the critical moment, the playboy Zhang Lang came from a distance and stepped on the tea bushes, and with a wave of a steel fan, a strong gang qi was like a gale wind, blowing the surrounding guards to both sides, falling to the ground, forming a gap, and then falling to the side of the hidden.

The crossbowmen immediately reacted alertly, pulling the reeds.

The crossbow arrows shot at the two of them, and Zhang Lang used his internal breath to constantly swing the steel fan, and the crossbow arrows fell to the ground beside them.

Zhang Lang turned back to the Hidden One, pointed to the rock wall and said, "Are you ready?"

The Hidden One looked at him, behind him, and nodded.

Zhang Lang brushed his sleeve with a steel fan, squatted down slightly, raised his arm flat, and motioned for the hidden person to jump up.

The Hidden One jumped up and crossed his legs, stepped on Zhang Lang's bent calf with one foot, stepped on Zhang Lang's forearm with the other, and then flipped backwards.

And so he jumped straight off the rock wall.

It's so high, just jump off like this, is this a sign of suicide, the guards couldn't help but be stunned.

Zhang Lang immediately followed, walking briskly down on the rock wall at an angle almost the whole person's level, as if walking on the ground.

Halfway through, he leapt straight into the air, then grabbed the hidden man by the collar and gently let him land safely with him.

This exaggerated scene made the guards stunned. The guards, who were still on the slope, walked up to the rock wall and looked down to see what was going on with the two of them.

The leader of the guards was also surprised, but when he saw that Zhang Lang could lift the collar of the hidden man, he shouted in disbelief: "You are not the heavy puncher! When did you exchange with him?"

The man shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just a little magic! it's not worth making a fuss!" and stood up, turning into a 10,000-eared spy Bian Fu.

Through the trick, when did he change someone, the leader of the guards was shocked, and he was annoyed that he was a little negligent because of his pride just now.

"Then I have to keep you!" The leader of the guards didn't think about it, but felt very angry, and hurriedly commanded: "Fence up!"

But there were also more guards who climbed the mountain just now, and the remaining guards who stayed on the ground hurriedly wanted to surround Zhang Lang and Bian Fu.

Zhang Lang smiled slightly, used the "Light Cloud Bafang Step", and directly stepped on the chest of all the nearest circle of guards, and then when he landed, he used a steel fan to fan the gangqi over, and gave them a little more pushing power.

The guards suddenly fell into a mess. The front rows of soldiers didn't know how to get up quickly.

The leader of the guards suddenly laughed, stepped over the body of the fallen guard, and directly rushed forward and swung his knife at Zhang Lang's steel fan, immediately driving a wave of internal breath to converge, condensing into a sword in the air to slap at Zhang Lang.

The sword was like a fast grinding disc cutting through the arc, blooming with amazing power, and went straight to Zhang Lang's steel fan.

Zhang Lang was surprised: "Yo, the foundation of martial arts is not bad!" He was reluctant to collide with his saber, so he hurriedly withdrew, and then stretched his arms into a flat line and took two steps back.

But the leader of the guards was willing to let him retreat, and continued to swing his saber and push forward, Zhang Lang took two steps back directly, landed beside Bian Fu, and said, "Let's go!"

Bian Fu attacked from the bottom plate, and made a sweeping leg towards the leader of the guards, directly forcing him back from his advancing pace, and then turned around and followed Zhang Lang to retreat quickly.

The leader of the guards saw that Zhang Lang was reluctant to use a steel fan to confront him, and hurriedly shouted: "Chase!"

So the guards began to push forward like sacks to be sealed, trying to seal them in the "mouth of the bag".

However, Zhang Lang and Bian Fu's light skills are indeed extremely fast, and the two of them have been running forward, and the distance from the "bag mouth" is getting farther and farther.

The leader of the guards was following the guards in pursuit, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something strange at his military belt, and it seemed that his military pants were about to fall, and he immediately trembled like a lightning strike, stopped in the crowd, and was embarrassed to carry his military pants, a little lost the courage to pursue, and scolded: "Who did it?"

Scolding in his mouth, his eyes looked around like an eagle for the figure of the guard in front of him, and suddenly saw a "guard" secretly turn his head and look at him with flirtatious eyes, the "guard" was so thin and small, it seemed so abrupt, he immediately realized that this "guard" must be a fake, and shouted angrily: "Catch this person!"

The fake "guard" was the little thief Wen Zi who took the time to change into the guard's clothes, he saw that he had been recognized, laughed, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the belts of several guards next to him.

The guards lifted their pants awkwardly and slowed down.

The guards in the rear also forced a group to slow down, or if it didn't get into a mess, it would be easy to trample.

The other guards reacted and hurriedly turned around from the front to surround Wen Zi.

Wen Zi was not nervous, he smiled, and shouted as he ran: "Brother Zhang, come back and save me, I'm surrounded!"

Zhang Langzheng was proud to be able to pull farther and farther, and when he heard the shout, he sighed secretly, he had no choice but to wave the steel fan and turn back to save Wen Zi, who was about to fall into the encirclement.

He snapped his steel fan over the faces of the guards who were chasing after him, like a slap in the face. As soon as the fan came out, lightning bombarded the faces of the front-row guards who seemed to be unable to stop their footsteps, and they covered their faces and cried out in pain.

The sound of a bang collided, Zhang Lang did not relax, and continued to kick away the blocking guards on both sides and meet Wen Zi.

The eyes touched and I felt a little relieved. But at this time, the two of them have been sealed by the "bag mouth", although they are still advancing, but they have been trapped inside.

The leader of the guards accelerated and rushed not far from the two of them, and shouted through several layers of guards with his pants up: "If you go with the tide, you may be swept away, you dare to go against the tide!"

Zhang Lang turned around and waved his fan to force back the approaching guards, forming a large empty circle: "So what, will I be afraid?

The leader of the guards shouted, "Go up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first wave of guards who rushed forward immediately lifted their pants and stepped back!

Wen Zi threw away a lot of military belts in his hands, clapped his hands, and smiled.

The leader of the guards said: "If you have the ability, don't steal our trouser belt!

Zhang Lang said with a smile: "The radical method is really useless to us! Although you have a foundation in martial arts, you are still tender when you fight alone with us!"

The leader of the guards stomped his feet and said, "There are no women here, don't worry about the problem of pants falling, rush forward!"

Wen Zi smiled: "Who said there are no women?

The guards followed Wen Zi's fingers and looked into the distance, and it was a woman waiting in front of her with a soft sword, even though her face was cold and grim, but looking at the little blush on her face, it was indeed a woman.

"Cold Rakshasa" Tianluo is also waiting ahead!

"It's really a woman! That's just right for us!haha!"

The guards who had dropped their trousers whistled sharply.

Tian Luo didn't have any extra words, snorted, and rushed directly with a soft sword diagonally.

When they rushed in front of them, the eyes of the guards were bright, and their eyes were full of the phantom of Tian Luo.

The faces of the guards who had just whistled turned extremely pale, and they didn't make a single sound, only their eyes gradually dimmed, staring at Tian Luo's pretty face.

The fallen guards brought a burst of exclamations from those around them!

Tian Luo rushed into the circle of guards and said to the two, "Why don't you go quickly, do you have to spend most of the day in the circle?"

The leader of the guards snorted coldly: "Come in, can't you get out?"

The playboy inserted the fan into the back of his neck, pulled one of Tian Luo's arms with one hand, and Wen Zi's arm with the other, and shouted to the leader of the guards: "Then let's go out and try it! You watch slowly! There is no charge for this viewing!"

The playboy unfolded the "light cloud eight directions", led the two of them, shook them in a chic manner, and began to charge forward.

Tian Luo was wielding a soft sword on one side, Wen Zi was swinging a "thief hand" on the other side, and the two of them were happily poking out.

The soft sword phantom is scary, and the ghost hand is annoying, causing the guards to dodge one after another, and they dodge a path unconsciously.

Zhang Lang said with a smile as he stepped on it: "Fortunately, the two of you are relatively light, if you really carry that tough guy Ma Yi, I guess I will be tired!"

Tian Luo waved her soft sword and mocked: "Next time, please don't put this kind of woman's spice on your body, it smells bad!"

Zhang Lang said angrily: "I don't know the goods!

The leader of the guards looked at the three people who ran out of the encirclement formed by his team in a puff of smoke, and he could still speak easily, and felt depressed and wanted to go crazy.

The crossbowman captain arrived and said, "I said it's hard to catch, I have to think of another way!

The leader of the guards glared at him and said, "What else can I do, continue to chase... If you don't chase it, how can you explain... What a discouragement!"

~(To be continued.) )