The two walked to the small square, and Han Feng hurriedly wanted to go straight to the main building to save people, but was pulled by Pan Long.

"Saving people is important, but saving people is also necessary to be able to escape. We need to prepare our way out first. He said with a look in his eyes.

Han Feng nodded again and again, and asked with the same eyes: Then what should we do?

Pan Long: Go to the houses on both sides first, and kill as many thieves as you can. In this way, after killing the master of Han Zhai and saving Miss Sun, we can leave silently, unaware.

Han Feng: Listen to you!

The two looked left and right, and found that there were fewer lit rooms on the left, so they quietly leaned over.

Every time he went to a room, Han Feng leaned at the door and listened, and he could tell whether the people in the room were asleep or awake. Those who are awake don't care for the time being, but whenever the people inside are asleep, they quietly open the door, tiptoe in, and directly click on the death hole.

Along the way, in forty-three rooms, about sixty bandits were killed. Only five or six of the thieves in the room had not slept and escaped.

Having solved this side, they went to the other side and killed nearly fifty more.

After this killing, the Black Wolf Village is almost in name only. There were less than twenty bandits left in the whole stockade, and there were not even as many women as they had taken captive.

Pan Long: They only kill bandits, not innocents. The women were just dizzy, and in about four or five hours, they would wake up.

By the time they woke up, the bandits in the Black Wolf Village should have died. At that time, the entire Black Wolf Village will belong to them, and they can divide the property and go home and live a peaceful life for a few days.

I guess I can compensate them a little bit for the pain they have suffered......

After this batch was killed, the two waited a little longer, and swept the tail on both sides. In the end, only two or three were left with too much energy and didn't look like they could sleep for a short time, and they survived.

But they won't live long, and when they kill the leaders such as the lord of Han Zhai, Pan Long, like Han Feng, will come to eliminate the evil.

After killing so many bandits in one go, Pan Long was better, but Han Feng couldn't hold it anymore.

Killing people is also manual work, and killing people at the point is even more. The acupoint method pays attention to the force through the acupoints, and the force used is not less than a punch with all the strength. Especially those women can only be stunned but not killed, but it is much more difficult than directly killing bandits.

In fact, these women were basically stunned by Pan Long's shot, and Han Feng's grasp of finger power was really not enough to do this kind of thing.

Not to mention that he is also responsible for reconnaissance, through the door, the wall and a distance, just rely on a pair of ears to listen to whether the people in the bed in the room are really asleep, at first glance it seems to be nothing, but in fact it is a great drain on mental energy.

After such a toss, Han Feng was already exhausted, and even his walking steps were a little vain.

Pan Long dragged him to rest for a while, and when he recovered his spirits, the two quietly walked to the main building of the Black Wolf Village.

Han Feng circled around the small building, listened a few times outside the wall, and then said with his eyes: There are two people on the left side of the ground floor, one man and one woman, and three on the right, one man and two women. The three women don't know martial arts, and the man on the left is very powerful, and the points may not be effective. The man on the right is not a high martial artist, but his breathing is excessive, and he doesn't know what the way it came from.

Pan Long frowned.

There is nothing to be afraid of the hard skill master in the left room, he has a divine long knife, and he concentrates on the internal force to go down, and the ordinary hard skill is absolutely impossible to resist.

But the one on the right who couldn't even tell the history of Han Feng made him a little worried.

Long breathing is a characteristic of a master of internal strength. But there are only external masters in the world who are not good at internal skills, but there are no internal masters who are not good at external kung fu. If this person can be heard by Han Feng that his martial arts are not high, then his martial arts must be not high. The martial arts are not high but the internal strength is profound, which is too strange!

Could it be that this guy is the type of Zen master Jueyuan in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" whose martial arts can't keep up with internal strength, and can only wave Wang Ba punch with his eyes closed to fight the world?

After a little consideration, he dismissed this conjecture.

It would not be surprising if such a person appeared in the White Dao. But in the green forest, there are swords and swords all day long, how can there be a person with profound internal skills and sparse martial arts?

Totally unreasonable!

Well, there is only one answer.

This person is not practicing martial arts.

It's not martial arts, it's naturally magic.

Thinking of this, Pan Long's eyebrows furrowed even more.

Han Feng: What's wrong?

Pan Long: We're in trouble this time, the one on the right may be a sorcerer.

Han Feng's eyes widened in surprise, but then he suddenly showed an eager expression: "Great! I haven't fought a sorcerer yet!"

After a little discussion, the two decided to go their separate ways. Pan Long went to deal with that hard master, and Han Feng went to deal with that sorcerer. Whoever solves it first will go to the support of the other person.

As for the master of Han Zhai upstairs - let alone Han Feng, even Pan Long could hear that he was "struggling", I believe that he would not pay attention to the slightest sound.

It doesn't matter if he pays attention, when he drives downstairs, it's too late.

After the two discussed it, they quietly pried open the door, Pan Long to the left, and Han Feng to the right, acting separately.

Pan Long walked lightly to the door on the left side, put his hand on the door and spit out, and found that the door was not latched, so he couldn't help but smile. Then I pushed open the door and went in, and sure enough, I saw a burly man like a bear, lying on the bed with a woman in his arms.

In the dark, you can see that the skin on this man's body is shiny, faintly revealing a bit of leather-like luster, which is very different from ordinary people.

(Sure enough, he is a master of hard work!)

Pan Long secretly praised, and then pounced, drawing his knife and slashing.

The white light flashed, and the man opened his eyes suddenly, but he couldn't say anything—his head had been chopped off, and blood was spraying all over the bed.

With a wave of his hand, Pan Long clicked on the woman's acupoint, and then didn't bother to pay attention to this hard master who refused to close his eyes after death, and rushed directly towards the room on the right.

He had only run two or three steps when he heard a rumbling sound from there, followed by Han Feng's cry of pain.

(Oops!)

Pan Long rushed to the room on the right side in three steps and two steps, only to see a man with white skin and slightly chubby, with a rather rich face, pinching the magic trick with his hands surrounded by green light, and muttering something silently in his mouth. Han Feng, on the other hand, fell to the corner of the wall opposite him, his body was also entangled in a cloud of green aura, and blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

In the corner next to the bed, there were two women trembling and hugging each other, curling up as much as possible, but they kept their mouths shut and did not dare to make a sound.

(Sure enough, it's a sorcerer!)

Seeing that his friend was injured, Pan Long was furious in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, a flying knife flew straight towards the magician. When he was about to shoot him, he was stopped by a phantom figure of a human head that appeared out of nowhere, and he bit it in his mouth.

(No wonder Ah Feng missed, this guy even has a talisman spell!)

The sorcerer turned his head to stare at him, and there seemed to be a green fire burning in his eyes, which made people shudder.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to say something. But how could Pan Long have time to talk nonsense with him! There was already a sound of heavy footsteps upstairs, and the master of Han Zhai was about to arrive!

With a flash of white light, the divine long knife emitted a bright light in the dark night, and it was really a sword light that went straight to the sorcerer's face.

Before he could reach the front, the phantom of the human head that had stopped the flying knife just now reappeared. But it was a child who was seven or eight points similar to this magician, his face was full of hideousness, and he bit Pan Long with one bite.

This method may be very useful for ordinary martial artists, but it is not enough for Pan Long.

With a single swing of the Divine Long Knife, the white light swept through the phantom, and the phantom, which should have been untouchable by any weapon, was split in two, and disappeared without a trace with a terrible scream.

The white fat sorcerer was taken aback, and because the spell was broken, his body shook suddenly, and the green light on his hand immediately dispersed, but because of the loss of his mind, even the spell that trapped Han Feng was invalid.

He had clearly not experienced such a situation, no experience.

And Pan Long naturally won't give him another chance to accumulate experience.

rushed to the front, and with a wave of the long knife, a human head fell to the ground.

slashed the sorcerer with one sword, and Pan Long didn't even have time to ask about Han Feng's situation, and rushed directly towards the door.

The footsteps of the Han Zhai Lord have already descended all the way down the stairs!

He had just rushed out the door when he saw a tall figure walk out of the doorway to the staircase behind the main entrance hall.

This person has a tough appearance, and his facial features are good, but his face is gloomy and vicious, and he knows that he is not a good person at a glance.

He was holding a long, jagged knife in his hand and was looking at him coldly.

"What are you coming from, you are actually looking for trouble with our Black Wolf Village!"

"Is it strange that the Black Wolf Village occupies the mountain as the king, robs and kills passing merchants, and is being asked for trouble?" Pan Long asked rhetorically.

The lord of Han Zhai sneered: "It seems that you are probably a court patrol envoy." Your job is to investigate the situation everywhere, and you are not nosy enough!"

"If the road is uneven, everyone will step on it, and if the matter is uneven, I will take care of it!"

But your boss didn't tell you that there are some people you can't control!"

"I didn't try it, how do you know it can't be managed?"

The two of them were-for-tat, and they refused to fall behind in words, but they didn't mean to do it immediately.

The lord of Han Zhai probably wanted his subordinates to come to help, while Pan Long was waiting for Han Feng to recover, and everyone joined forces to fight the enemy.

Judging from the rhythm of this person's walking and the middle tone of his speech, he has already judged that the other party is really a first-class good player. If you go it alone, you may not be able to win.

But as long as Han Feng can recover, two against one, he will be sure of victory.

It's not that Han Feng's martial arts are enough to mix in such a fight, but ...... Han Feng can shoot a bow and arrows, aiming at the master of Han Zhai from a distance.

was aimed at by a bow, and ten percent of the Han Zhai master's kung fu could be displayed at most. Of course, he can't beat himself.

The two sides argued for a while, but no one arrived.

The lord of Han Zhai showed an anxious look, and couldn't help but say loudly: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are!" Pan Long choked him unceremoniously.

"My father is He Tiankui, and my ancestor is Fourth Master Dong!" Han Zhai said triumphantly, "If you hurt me, not only will you die, but your whole family and even relatives and friends will die a miserable death!"

Pan Long frowned and said coldly, "Do you mean, should I kill you?"

"Dreaming! Who in the world can really extinguish their mouths! Dead people can speak!"

Pan Long shook his head: "I promise, you won't have this chance. ”

With that, he rushed forward.