"Bold and unrestrained, I am the son of General Datong. A thief, why don't you let me go quickly!" The fat Changsheng struggled hard, but Yang Sanpang's hand was like an iron hoop, so how could he break free?

"Whose son?" Yang Sanpang dragged Chang Sheng forward and turned around and asked. Xu Zhong had already fought with Chang Qiu again in front of him.

"My father is General Chang, General Chang of Datong. Do you want to die? A large army of millions can trample you to death!" Perhaps these are the only reliances that Changsheng can make. He has been in the capital for so many years and has been trying all the time.

Yang Sanpang suddenly stopped, let go of Changsheng's hand, and looked down.

Chang Sheng suddenly felt his freedom, and smiled on his face, and quickly turned over to get up, but his fat body was a little slow, but he said, "Just be conscious. If you help me kill that man with one leg, you will be able to enjoy your wealth and glory."

Yang Sanpang suddenly raised one leg, stomped down gently, and said, "Noisy!"

A head on the ground broke into a pool of mud like a fruit. The mud was still deeply trapped on the ground. What splashed out from left to right is the white that was rarely seen in this dark night.

Yang Sanpang didn't look at the white flowers all over the ground, but just looked up and asked, "Brother Xu, do you want me to help you!"

Yang Sanpang is a man of the martial arts world. Before helping, he had to ask, because he was afraid that the person who was helped would not be happy. Xu Zhong didn't care about those things, and just replied: "San brother, come here, kill this guy first, Jie'er is still besieged behind him."

When Yang Sanpang heard this, he was very anxious and dragged his knife up. Chang Qiu was already dangerous. Three people who used the knife were rare in their own way.

Chang Qiu regretted it a little, regretting that he shouldn't have accepted those gifts and helped the incompetent nephew do such a thing. Although this is not the first time, it is Changsheng's first time to go out of the city to pursue people for Changsheng.

In the past, Chang Qiu often didn't like the royal Golden Palace Guard. He felt that such a master was always suppressed by the Golden Palace Guard in the capital, and his whole body was not happy. At this time, Chang Qiu had another idea about the Golden Palace Guard, and even thought that there would be Golden Palace Guard appearing only a few dozen miles away from the capital.

Chang Qiu was looking forward to the Golden Palace Guard, and his hope was a bit unrealistic. How could the Golden Palace Guard appear in such a place? Chang Qiu was sure of this when he came.

Chang Qiu no longer has a life-saving straw. Both enemies, Chang Qiu is not the opponent, let alone the two attacks?

The fat body does not like to jump up, and Xu Zhong, with one-legged legs, does not like to jump up.

The two of them looked at Chang Qiu who was leaping up to see how he landed on the ground.

"I'm fighting with you!" Chang Qiu, who dodged in the air, shouted loudly, and was finally forced to fight to the death, and was forced to be helpless!

Xu Zhong replied: "Okay!"

The long sword lifted up was just the first move of the eighteen hands. The flat ground rose with the wind, but it exceeded the power of the flat ground with the wind.

But Yang Sanpang replied: "I don't want to live anymore."

With a tingling sound, Mars shone brightly in an instant.

Chang Qiu finally landed, but his figure had become three stages. The noble Chang family, the figure who was walking horizontally in the capital, was respected by the generals, and the civil servants avoided it. Such a Chang family, such a Chang family, such a Chang family master, was too worthless. There was also a huge mansion, countless gold and silver, a beautiful wife and concubine, and hundreds of slaves, and it was too worthless.

Xu Jie, who was still on the big tree, stepped on branches and leaned against a huge trunk.

Several people jumped up to attack, and Xu Jie also jumped up, went up to a branch on a high place, then turned around and chose one person to attack.

"Master Scholar, are you dead?"

Xu Jie heard that it was Yang Sanpang's voice, but he was furious. Yang Sanpang was still intent on teasing him, and he started to scold: "Fatty, did you crawl from Hangzhou?"

Sanpang smiled when he heard this: "My horse can't run!"

"I told you to eat less. How can a horse come to you, a fat man?" Xu Jie was not angry anymore. He stood on the branch, reached out to hold another branch, and gasped wildly with his mouth and nose.

There were ten masters under the tree, all of whom stood still, looking back at the two people walking over, a one-legged innate master, who used a long knife as a crutch, and walked with extremely strange movements.

A fat body, shaking his way with his stomach straight.

Chang Qiu has left, Chang Sheng has also left. A congenital master has turned around and everyone is already considering retreating.

Suddenly, I heard someone exclaiming: "Yang Sanpang from Shu!"

"Hehe... it's me, you recognized it." Yang Sanpang smiled happily.

Then he saw someone kneeling down and shouted, "Senior, please spare me. The villain has no idea about Mount Tai. It is actually an instructor. The old and young people in the family should eat a meal."

Sure enough! Sure enough, someone would really be trembling when he heard about Yang Sanpang Daming.

Yang Sanpang took a few steps closer, looked around, and jumped a few steps before reaching the kneeling man, saying, "Don't forgive me!"

The knife fell and the head rolled.

The person who was still watching next to him might beg for mercy by the man just now. Seeing this scene, he drew his sword and shouted: "Hurry up, fight him!"

The person who drew his sword had already made his moves and was still a little worried. He looked around and regretted it too late.

Because he was the only one who drew his sword and stood up, the others rushed back in all directions.

Xu Jie on the tree jumped down, chased someone first, and shouted: "No one can leave tonight!"

What if Xu Zhong, who has one leg, and the three fat people holding a knife, is there ten people? Where can ten people run?

Xu Zhong flew up with a knife, and had already killed one person. He raised his hand and pinched another person's neck, turned around and threw the long sword out, and stably inserted it into one person's back. These second-rate people really had no power to fight back.

Sanpang stood up and killed a first-class person with two slashes. He turned around and chased another person. His obese footsteps were as fast as lightning.

Xu Jie turned over and landed in front of a man, attacked him and took advantage of the escaped man. He dragged the man to stop and hurriedly blocked him.

In an instant, only about ten people were left, but only seven or eight were surrounded by three people!

"Yang Sanpang, you can't die a good death!"

Sanpang went back to his sword and said, "The words before his death are mostly so similar."

The man surnamed Feng was still on the spot, and he was frightened in his heart. Jiangnan Blood Knife Hall and Shu Yang Sanpang. Such an enemy actually came together. He wanted to live, but he didn't know how to survive.

In the battle of breaking through, Xu Jie was the only one who was a "soft persimmon". In the blink of an eye, everyone came to Xu Jie's side.

Xu Jie turned over and stood up, but the bird flew back and flew quickly, killing dozens of times in a row, not to kill people, but to block the way these people in front of him.

The consequences can be imagined if the back is left to the innate.

A big battle ends!

Xu Jie supported the ground with a long sword, his body was hunched over, and his Confucian shirt had become a strip of cloth, and he had lost his strength.

Yang Sanpang still smiled and said, "Master Scholar, I'm rushing all the way, just because the horse is not strong enough."

Xu Jie sat directly on the ground and said, "With your skill, you can kill people slowly. It seems that you can't beat Dong Dayi."

Yang Sanpang was not angry, but just smiled and said, "Hehe... I don't know someone came to intercept you halfway."

Xu Jie suddenly felt relieved when he looked at Yang Sanpang's smiling face. After Ershu died, perhaps only by killing all directions could he be happy.

Most of the two men in Shu who are famous, Xu Jie only heard these two brag about themselves. Today, he really saw it. When he saw that someone actually knelt down and begged for mercy after hearing the name.

Xu Zhong took up a crutch again and took the water bag to Xu Jie who was exhausted from the ground. He patted Xu Jie on the shoulder without saying much. He was so satisfied with this nephew.

At this age, Xu Zhong had nothing to ask for, but only wanted his nephew to have a bright future. This is also the common wish of all elders.

Xu Jie drank a few sips of water, slowly got up, and said, "I can't sleep tonight. Let's go forward and find a place to wash the ferry by the Yellow River."

Only by going north of Bianjing and crossing the Yellow River can you enter Hebei.

When Yang Sanpang heard this, he said, "I'm really suffering. I've been on the official road for a day and a night, just to catch up with you. I'll have to go there for another night..."

Xu Jie said after hearing this: "Tomorrow, there will be a yamen officer who will chase you, the thief."

Yang Sanpang smiled and said, "Master Xiucai, don't talk about me, you are also a big thief."

"I am a scholar, do you know? Sages and disciples of Confucius and Mencius." Xu Jie slowly walked towards the horses beside him, and there was also a rising joke with Yang Sanpang.

"Scholar, I know. I haven't read a few words on the books, but people think you have killed a lot of them. The young master of Blood Knife Hall, what's the name of this? Is it much cooler than the title of the scholar?" Yang Sanpang smiled.

"What is the young master of the Blood Knife Hall? What are you talking about, Fatty?" Xu Jie was puzzled.

"Blood Knife Hall, Jiangnan Blood Knife Hall, your family's property. I have killed so many people in the world, and the innate masters have also killed several of them, but I have not gained the reputation of Blood Knife. People in the world are called me, Yang Sanpang. If you kill people at will, it will become a blood Knife. If you say this, I will ask for reason." Yang Sanpang said a few times, and seemed to be a little angry.

Xu Jie understood it and curled his lips and replied: "What is the Blood-Breaking Knife Hall? Who gave it a broken name? I will give it to you. When I go to Jiangnan, I have to change my name, and I will call it... Jiangnan Poetry Knife Pavilion."

The three fat man smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth. Maybe he heard it wrong, and said with a smile: "Tiquette is here? Ask someone to write poetry? Master Scholar, are you going to open a brothel?"
Chapter completed!