But there was no regret, and I silently said "Go!"

Lu Fang was shocked in his heart and had no time to speak out to warn the hairpin man Zhou Shi on the street. He didn't care about anything and followed closely behind him, throwing out the big chun in his hand and heading towards the wall.

Lu Fang was distracted for a moment and used his real sword control skills to avoid making mistakes again and killing people instead of saving people.

Feng Qingbai's sword passed through the wall and just hit the back of Zhou Shi's head.

Almost at the same time, Lu Fang's big chun was slightly tilted and nailed into the wall, hitting the flying sword from a higher place.

At the critical moment, Dachun slammed into the flying sword, causing the flying sword to fall, but only penetrated Zhou Shi's shoulder. The huge penetration force made the Hairpin Flower Man stagger forward.

Lu Fang suddenly raised his head.

A man in white robe fell like a meteor, coming to Lu Fang from the hole in the roof, and punched him.

Lu Fang was hit so hard that he slid backwards and smashed into the wall. The second punch came again.

God beats the drum style.

In this straight line, Lu Fang performed the Nine Fist Divine Man's Drum Beating Style firmly, and fell all the way backward. The wall where Smiley Face and Chen Ping'an were standing before was also smashed into pieces by Lu Fang's back.

Lu Fang tried to use the sword Dachun to rescue him, but found that he didn't dare at all, so he could only gather his energy and try his best to protect his body.

After all, Dachun is just a magical weapon in this world, not Lu Fang's natal flying sword stranded in Tongyezhou.

Chen Pingan delivered the tenth punch resolutely.

Lu Fang banged open the building on the other side of the street, just like the pipa woman before, and finally sneaked into the wall, bleeding from all her orifices, and extremely embarrassed.

But Chen Pingan also paid the price for insisting on punching this time.

A man appeared beside him and punched Chen Pingan on the temple.

It was like being hit on the head by a bell.

Chen Ping'an flew ten feet away and squatted half-crouched on the street. At his feet was the ravine that had been cracked open by Lu Fang's sword energy.

The guy who interrupted Chen Ping'an's drum beating was wearing a Confucian scholar's green shirt and stood there with one hand behind his back and one hand clenched in front of him, calm and composed.

Chen Pingan turned his head, spat out a mouthful of black and blue blood, and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

The skinny little girl who happened to be between Nanyuan Imperial Master and Chen Ping'an, from beginning to end, she was curled up on the small bench at the base of the wall.

She quietly glanced at the guy in the white robe. He was awesome, but now he felt a little pitiful.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she found that he who wanted to sit still, although he was beaten badly by someone, slowly stood up behind him, and he was looking at each other with the old man like Mr. Xue Shu, but

He is also looking at himself.

Probably saying, don't be afraid?

She clearly knew that her life was tied to him. Once he died, she would probably die too.

But she couldn't help but feel angry, wishing that he would beat that old bastard to death the next moment.

This kind of emotion is hard to explain.

Just like when she saw the little snowman in the small wooden box.

She likes it so much, and since she can't get it, she will drop it, destroy it, and die.
Chapter completed!