The blood bat demon has rich experience and is not afraid of fighting and retreating. He shrinks his left shoulder and cannot get back to his palm. He sprays out another breath of arrows, facing Yang Wenchang's sharp finger.

Yang Wenchang sneered, it’s not that simple!

The little finger of his right hand suddenly shrank and bounced. The previous distraction thorn was actually a false move, but it was hidden danger, because there was a pocket version of the caltrop in his little finger. It took advantage of the moment to pop out and flew into the bloody bat demon's eyes.

At the same time, Yang Wenchang fell down his index finger with his left hand and stabbed him again. This time it was a real distraction sting!

The Blood Bat Demon could not have imagined that the opponent was so insidious, and the moves were so fast, without any warning. He was shocked and suddenly raised his head back, blowing the air arrow at the opponent, and his strength was no longer as good as before.

"Bang!"

The caltrops fell into nothing, and the sharp energy of the distraction thorn also hit the blood bat demon's cheek in the air, but Yang Wenchang's palm was slapped on the chest of the blood bat demon.

Although most of his true energy dissipated due to the distraction of the spirit sting, Yu Jin still slapped the blood bat demon and fell backwards.

Yang Wenchang was in power and was unforgivable. As the saying goes, he took your life while you were sick. He kept up with his body and quickly approached the Blood Bat Demon, and then slapped him down with another palm.

If this palm is slapped firmly, I am afraid that the old demon, the Blood Bat Demon, will explain it here.

At this moment, a sudden change broke out!

How could the blood bat demon, who could escape from the siege like a net of heaven and earth, have no skill in keeping with the help of his hands?

...

In the prison, the white-faced young man passed through the Jinyiwei with his strange body skills and left these Jinyiwei to Hu Tielang who followed closely behind.

Hu Tielang was very depressed and was thinking about whether he could join forces with the other party to make a vote.

The remaining Jinyiwei in the prison looked at each other and rushed towards Hu Tielang at the same time. Compared with the strange methods of the white-faced young man, they were more willing to deal with the person in front of him.

As for the prisoners in prison, Lord Yang was foresighted and had made arrangements long ago.

But as they took action, the three jailers huddled in the corner suddenly shouted and rushed towards the Jinyiwei.

It turns out that they were all secret agents arranged by the Iron Wolf Gang.

These three prisoners were originally disciples secretly taken over by the Iron Wolf Gang, and their families were all in the hands of the Iron Wolf Gang, so they had to cooperate with each other.

...

In the dim prison, the white-faced young man kept passing through the cells. His eyes were like lightning, and he could see whether the person in the prison was the target at first glance.

He stopped until he ran to the innermost room.

A cross-shaped wooden frame was suddenly erected in one of the cells, with a person tied to the wooden frame, his head was drooping and bloody.

"Huangfu Han!"

The white-faced young man exclaimed.

"It's me, who are you?"

The man raised his head and showed a scarred face. The drooping hair blocked the damaged eyes. The other eye looked resentful, and it was Huangfu Han's appearance.

The white-faced young man was overjoyed and said casually: "I am the one who saved you."

As he said that, his palm wiping on the iron chain wrapped around the prison door, a layer of ice suddenly appeared on the metal surface, and then he squeezed it heavily, and the solid metal chain shattered inch by inch under his fingers.

He pulled open the prison door, and the white-faced young man rushed in, his fingers popped up one after another, and thin ice shot out, cutting off the cowhide rope that bound Huangfu Han.

Then Huangfu Han still had the leisure to ask: "What kind of kung fu are you doing to condense the qi into ice?"

"How is that possible? You can't become a god. You just have two tubes of water hidden in your sleeves." The white-faced young man replied subconsciously, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with the other party's attitude.

"No, this person is not Huangfu Han."

He quickly flew away, and at the same time he threw his hands out, and ice blades shot out from his sleeves.

"So it's water, then I'm not afraid, hahaha." The man on the wooden rack laughed smugly, his hair shook, his eyes were bright, and his figure suddenly rose up, and there was no point in being injured.

This Huangfu Han was actually disguised.

court death!

The young man gritted his teeth, and saw that the ice blade he emitted was broken by the other party's sleeve. Instead of retreating, his body swung, and he suddenly came to the side of the man, cutting it out from the palms.

The other party did not hide. The white-faced young man fell on his body, but he felt that the other party's true energy was like a layer of oil on the surface of his body, and his muscles were twisting like spirituality. His palms slipped away involuntarily, and he could only use half of his strength.

The other party sneered, but then it stopped abruptly.

This man didn't expect that the white-faced young man's ice true energy was so strange that a small number of them broke through his defense and penetrated into his body, causing a lot of pain.

The right half of the body that was hit actually felt frozen.

However, the white-faced young man was even more miserable because while he hit the opponent, he was also punched in the abdomen with his left hand, and his body was directly arched, and he vomited blood from his mouth.

"Are you the Blood Bat Demon? Isn't it so good?" The man became proud again when he saw the white-faced young man.

His right hand was stiffly raised and swung it down suddenly. His fingertips shot out blood mixed with ice slag, like five sharp arrows shooting towards the young man.

The white-faced young man retreated quickly, but it was not a straight line, but kept flashing left and right, flashing five blood arrows one by one, shouting: "Who are you?"

"Haha, I am Cai Wenhan, a thousand households of the Jinyiwei." As he spoke, he slapped the horizontal bar of the wooden frame behind him, and the log cracked, revealing an embroidered spring knife.

With a pull of his hand, he pulled out the embroidered spring sword. This knife is slightly different from that used by ordinary Jinyiwei. It is wider and thicker, and should be tailor-made.

The blade breaks through the wind, bringing out a tragic momentum, making the white-faced young man feel as if he is in the midst of thousands of troops.

The sword technique used by Cai Wenhan is called "Blood Killing Sword Technique". It was created by a general of the previous dynasty during the battle on the battlefield, and it is of great importance to momentum.

This sword technique seems to be simple in routine, and it goes straightforward with every move, but with the addition of that tragic momentum, it can be breathtaking, fierce and domineering, making the opponent feel timid involuntarily.

For example, the young man in white at such a moment, although he was a man of a long battle, he was all fighting in the world and had never experienced the huge and tragic killing aura on the battlefield.

For a moment, I was shocked, my scalp numb and my heart beat wildly.

He gritted his teeth and felt a sharp pain in the tip of his tongue before he escaped from this emotion.

When the body technique was used, the figure was floating and unstable, and the palms were slapped out one after another. The coldness within three meters was rolling, covering the sky, and the demonic energy was lush, just like the door to hell was opened and the evil ghosts went out.

On the other hand, Cai Wenhan waved the specially made embroidered spring sword in his hand. The sword energy covered the air. The dense silver sword energy merged with the surrounding Yin and cold true energy, making it difficult to tell who attacked and defended.

The sword aura was like poisonous snakes, rushing towards the white-faced young man in a crazily manner, trying to seek an opportunity and killing him with one blow. The surrounding Yin and cold true qi was torn apart and cracks.

The young man with white face gradually lost his support and secretly complained in his heart that the effect of the Yinsha Red Leopard Pill he took was about to pass.

"Haha, what blood bat demon has not had much strength, and I don't know how he made such a huge reputation in the world? Are those people in the world all fame?" Cai Wenhan felt proud in his heart, and he actually looked down on the people in the world.

This person grew up in the training camp of the Jinyiwei. After he became successful in martial arts, he joined the Jinyiwei. After that, he dealt with people from the officialdom and rarely contacted people from the world. No wonder he had such thoughts.
Chapter completed!