A short spear stabbed quickly. Yang Wenchang grabbed the spear with his left wrist, clamped the spear rod, and pulled it out with force, and a figure was pulled over.

His inner strength was stirring, and his clothes were rushing loudly. His right hand suddenly slashed out with a palm in the air.

laugh--!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came out, and a fierce force surged towards the figure.

The figure was shocked and hurriedly abandoned his spear and retreated, and at the same time put his arms on the shelf.

Bang!

The figure felt that his arms were so painful that he was about to break, his chest was stuffy, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his retreating figure also paused.

"not good!"

The man's eyes suddenly darkened, and strong wind blew into his face, and a palm instantly pressed his forehead.

This time, his brain was completely destroyed and the man fell down softly.

"Second!"

"Second brother!"

Two screams of exclamation came, and with the sound of two figures coming from left to right, two steel knives slashed up and down toward Yang Wenchang.

Yang Wenchang was unmoved, and his face calmly slashed out his palms left and right, and the whistling strong wind stormed in the house.

The two figures that came suddenly rushed upwards, and they were swimming against the roof. The sword momentum changed and they slashed down from a high point; the other was lowered down, jumping against the ground like a gopher, extremely agile, and the blade slashed at Yang Wenchang's ankle.

The two of them cooperated tacitly and showed their sharpness.

Yang Wenchang smiled, and pointed his toes, pressing the knife face that was slashing horizontally below. The man had already rushed up with the force, and grabbed the steel knife that was slashing directly with his palm, not afraid of the sharp blade at all.

court death!

The man above sneered in his heart, his murderous intent was surging, his wrist pressed down, and his strength exploded, and the knife momentum suddenly became much stronger.

when!

Without the expectation of the slashing flesh and blood, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

It turned out that Yang Wenchang was wearing a pair of silver wire gloves on his hand, but it was dyed black and was difficult to detect in the darkness.

Bang!

Yang Wenchang twisted the blade with his palm and rolled it into a ball. If it weren't for the knife being made of Burmese iron, it was extremely tough and had already been broken into countless pieces at this moment.

Even so, as Yang Wenchang exerted force on his palm, the person above felt like the hilt of the knife was about to break away from his palm.

drink!

With a angrily scolding, the man simply abandoned his knife and smashed it down with both fists.

Yang Wenchang met with his other hand and slapped continuously, like a sea of ​​tides, with a fierce force.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of attacks were fought, and a bloody rain sprinkled above, and the figure fell powerlessly.

"Brother!"

Exclaimed below.

Yang Wenchang's kick just now had many changes in strength, sometimes soft and sometimes hard. The man below finally resolved it easily, and saw his elder brother being shot to death and his body fell down, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Yang Wenchang sneered again. While his figure fell, he was already smashed by the big monster-hitting hand who had mastered his master.

The man below was afraid, bent his knees and squatted on the ground, dancing the steel knife in his hand tightly, protecting his whole body.

Unexpectedly, Yang Wenchang's palm fell and broke into the knife net that he thought was airtight, pressing it in the middle of his forehead before the blade slashed on his arm.

The man felt like he was struck by lightning, his whole body was trembling, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and he fell down.

"I still want to run!"

Yang Wenchang suddenly turned around and looked out the open door. A figure was moving away quickly, and he was about to climb over the railing and land downstairs.

Yang Wenchang nipped his toes, and a short spear on the ground shot out, passing through the man's vest, bringing out a bloody rain.

Yang Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt a little tired even when he killed four people.

But now is not the time to rest. He looked towards the prison, and there was a faint shouting of killing from here...

snort!

It's a good plan!

He rushed out of the room and pressed his hands on the railings of the small building, and his body jumped up like a big roc spreading its wings, and was about to rush towards the prison.

In the air, his body suddenly condensed and he looked down.

No, there are still people lying in ambush!

Yang Wenchang showed a shock for the first time.

In the shadow below, a figure stood there quietly. At this moment, he was looking up and looking at her, her pair of cold eyes just met Yang Wenchang's gaze.

The next moment, Yang Wenchang felt his eyes dazed, and the figure disappeared, but an extremely cold breath came from behind.

What a quick body technique, this cold true energy... Blood Bat Demon!?

Damn it!

Before Yang Wenchang could turn around, he simply rushed forward, rolling in the air, swinging his right arm, and a silver light shot out from his cuff.

There was a sleeve arrow hidden in his sleeve.

The blood bat demon's body shook, disappeared, and the sleeve arrow fell to nothing.

Yang Wenchang didn't care whether the sleeve arrow hit the target. After shooting it out, others had already rushed forward, trying to get rid of the blood bat demon's qi lock.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of me. The blood bat had arrived in front of me, and a palm came with endless chills.

Too fast!

Yang Wenchang was frightened.

...

In Wei Yiqing's yard, Zi Donglai stood proudly, looking at the direction of the prison, Tong Yu and Li Gang stood behind him.

"The Lord, someone robbed the prisoner." Tong Yu said.

"I'm afraid it's for that Huangfu Han? I heard that there are top-level martial arts hidden in "Wanshou Daozang", and I don't know if it's true?" Li Gang was a little curious in his words.

Zi Donglai said: "Let's not worry about these. Those two prisoners are the responsibility of the Jinyiwei. We will guard Lord Wei well in case it is a plan to lure the tiger out of the mountain."

...

Li Tai looked at the direction of the prison leisurely. Things had begun, and he had done everything he could. Whether it was successful or not depends on God's will.

Even if they fail, it doesn't matter. The disciples of the Iron Wolf Gang knew nothing. Hei Lang and Long San took the Three Insects and Three Grass Pills. Once the true energy was sealed, they would immediately attack. Unexpectedly, they would reveal anything. Hu Tielang... He knew that he was a smart person and should know that as long as he was fine, he would have a chance to save him, otherwise he would have to die in the hands of the Jinyiwei. Besides... his family was still in his hands.

Hong Taishan stood in his yard in Li's house in surprise, looking at the direction of the prison. Is this...

...

Above the prison, a figure lay on the roof, looking at the Jinyiwei and the disciples of the Iron Wolf Gang who were killed in groups underground.

"It's interesting. As expected, the teacher guessed it. It must be from the Iron Wolf Gang. I don't know if their target is Huangfu Han or another person?"

The Jinyiwei was already in a tough battle. Although they were very strong, the Iron Wolf Gang had many people. More than a hundred people were dealing with them, and the Jinyiwei had already begun to suffer casualties.

"Retreat to the prison, Li Ba, please send a signal, and let the brothers in the prison immediately open the big tight door after we retreat."

A Jinyiwei, who looked like a leader, shouted.

In the melee crowd, a tall Jinyiwei suddenly retreated when he heard this. Several companions took over his opponent and formed a circle to protect it.

The tall Jinyiwei took out a whistle, held it in his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle, as if there was a certain rhythm in it.

In the cell, the Jinyiwei guards who were guarding had already arrived behind the door and listened with their ears. The door was soundproof and they could only hear the vague shouts of killing.

"The General Flag just spoke." One of the Jinyiwei suddenly said.

"What did you say?"

"I can't hear clearly." The Jinyiwei shook his head.

"Do we want to go out and help?" asked one person.

"Don't be busy for now, wait for the whistle signal." said a small flag of the Jinyiwei.
Chapter completed!