Hearing the earth-shattering shouts of the internal guards, there were not many pedestrians on the official road in an instant, and they fled towards the surrounding wilderness with rolling and crawling, and in an instant, only their group and the lonely guy on the opposite side of the official road were left.

And Yang Yi, who was feeling sorry for himself with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Carjacking?" His heart was full of doubts, he didn't seem to have friends who were so good, right? Which of his so-called friends after his own downfall did not hurriedly draw a line with himself? The things that I do on weekdays, which are not poured out by these so-called friends, and even some things that don't have anything at all, are all planted on my head, anyway, I am now a garbage heap, and I can splash any dirty things on myself without anyone suspecting him.

There are still people who come to hijack the prisoner car to save themselves? Although he was puzzled, a heart still couldn't help beating lively, and then, he saw the person on the opposite side grab the burden behind him with his backhand, shake it away, and when a dark iron knife appeared in his hand, a heart instantly sank to the bottom of his heart.

The appearance of this knife had made him wake up in his dreams countless times during this period of time, and every time he could dream of thousands of people holding knives and slashing at him, the appearance of those people was blurry, but the knife in his hand was extremely clear.

The standard machete of the death battalion. Everyone in the death camp, from Captain Qin Feng to ordinary soldiers, held such a machete in their hands.

"The remnants of the death camp are the remnants of the death camp!" He roared hoarsely.

Yang Yi himself is also a good player at the peak of the seventh level, this time he shouted out with all his strength, but it was also like thunder, and the internal guards who heard it were excited, you know, they surrounded and suppressed the death camp in Anyang City, and let the important people run clean, this is a great sin, this person in front of him, the force does not seem to be weak, if it is really the remnant of the death camp as Yang Yi said, it must be the head of the figure, and it will be a little less guilty if one of them is caught.

Yang Yi's shouting not only did not make them cautious and vigilant, but made their blood flow faster, and the whole person became elated.

The horses' hooves were like thunder, the steel knives were held high, and some of the dozens of war horses went straight forward, and some ran down the road to make a side detour, which was to block the back road of this and prevent him from escaping.

In the excitement, they forgot one thing, that is, the first two companions, their martial arts were not weaker than them, but in front of the opponent, they were as vulnerable as a three-year-old baby, and they didn't even touch anyone, so they turned into a cannon battle, jumped into the sky, fell to the ground, and now they don't know life and death.

The carriage was drunk and dreamy, and Xin gradually left, who had been a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day, and was also shouted by Yang Yi's roar mixed with grief and anger mixed with fear, holding a wine jug in one hand, opening the carriage door with the other, and leaning out half of his body, but what he saw was dozens of internal guards rolling towards a lonely man wearing a hat standing in the middle of the road.

Although Xin gradually left his mind full of intrigues and tricks, he really wanted to make a move, but he was afraid that he would not even be able to catch a little chick, but at this time, when he saw such a scene, he actually jumped out of the carriage, stood on the wheel and waved the wine jug, and shouted: "Catch him, catch him and get a reward!" ”

The alcohol had already made him basically numb, but at this time, it was like being beaten with chicken blood, his face was red, and his muscles were exposed. It would be nice if it was Shu Chang's wild doctor, no matter how bad it was, Zhang Xiaozheng would be fine! These are all the top prisoners in the rankings, and the imperial court wants to hold them.

On the official road, there was a soft choking sound, and a swarthy iron knife came out of its sheath. The knife was level with the head, and two fingers gently brushed the blade, and a trace of blood appeared on the blade.

The blade lit up. Flashing a dazzling red light.

Xin's cries stopped abruptly like an excited duck being grabbed by the throat, and a flash of sight in front of him made him hardly believe his eyes.

The man walked forward, not hurried, just like he was usually walking, the iron knife that flashed with a little demonic red light, randomly swiped left and right, but the internal guards who rushed forward, the whole person was like tofu, in front of that person, broken!

That's right, it's broken!

Inexplicably broken. The blade didn't cut into the bodies of these guards, Xin gradually swore that he was not mistaken, it was not that he was dazzled, that person's knife was dancing at will, but the people in front and behind him were broken, not only people, but also horses.

It's all broken!

With a bang, Xin gradually sat on the wheel, the wine jug in his hand fell on the car plate, and the wine inside flowed out, and the aroma of wine overflowed. However, in the aroma of wine, there is a smell of urine, and on one side of the wine flowing down the line, another stream of water is also flowing down the wheel, which is Xin gradually leaving being frightened and incontinent.

He had rejoiced in the death of hundreds of people in the death camp, but when the shadow of death loomed over him, he was just a coward.

Yang Yi in the prisoner car was also stunned at this moment, because the force shown by the other party was incredible, he was a seventh-level peak master, and he was naturally knowledgeable, of course, he would not think that the other party was a demon and a ghost in his heart like Xin Wanli. This is the performance of a martial arts master who has entered the ninth level, and his strength is outward. As soon as the knife was shot, the knife qi was already in the body.

When did the death camp have a ninth-level martial arts master? That's impossible. The most mysterious martial arts in the death camp is the captain Qin Feng, who looks like he is only a fifth or sixth level of skill, but like Zhang Xiaomei, who has entered the seventh level, Scissors and others are afraid of him to death, after the scissors mutiny, Qin Feng's martial arts were mentioned in a small talk with Yang Yi, like Scissors, a martial arts expert who has just entered the seventh level, can't beat Qin Feng at all.

Yang Yi always thought that Qin Feng might have some secret method to cover up his martial arts cultivation, above the rivers and lakes, such a strange technique is not nothing, but when did the death camp have a ninth-level master?

Looking at the western frontier army in the western realm over the years, there is only one ninth-level master, Lin Yifu, a deputy marshal, plus a grandmaster-level Zuo Lixing, but they are all dead.

No matter what Yang Yi thinks now, it is an indisputable fact that the one who comes is not a friend, but an enemy. Because he had in his hand the iron sword of the death camp. Because he killed the internal guard, it was like killing a chicken, without the slightest hesitation or pause. The guards, who were so excited that they were drugged, didn't even have time to scream, and they turned into two or more corpses and lay on the ground.

Blood flowed sideways, and under the scorching sun in the middle, the blood vapor was steaming, and a thick bloody gas quickly dispersed.

Don't dare to hesitate any longer, Yang Yi shouted, his body half-bent in the cage suddenly stood up straight, there was a loud noise, the prison cart that imprisoned him was torn apart, he stood up straight, his hands suddenly parted left and right, Kaka made two sounds, and the chains that locked his hands were broken.

Jumping up, Yang Yi did not go forward to help those internal guards, but immediately turned around and fled.

He fled so fast that there was smoke under his feet.

Because he knows very well that in front of a ninth-level master, any resistance from these people is superfluous, these internal guards are only four or five level skills, plus he is a seventh-level peak, in front of a ninth-level master, there is not much difference from a baby doll in swaddling clothes.

Run, run, in the face of life and death, he burst out with potential that even he could not imagine.

Lay your head forward, don't look behind you, don't care about anything else, just move forward, I hope those internal guards can earn him a little more time, I hope that the old bastard sitting in the carriage can delay the man a little, if that person really came to avenge the death camp, that Xin Wanli is more worthy of his killing.

With a bang, there seemed to be a wall in front of him, and Yang Yi, who had hit it straight up, suddenly rebounded back, and the martial artist's intuitive reaction made him swing his fist at the moment he retreated, and at this time, the strong desire to survive made the punch that he hit burst out with a strength far exceeding his highest level, just looking at this punch, everyone thought that Yang Yi had stepped into the eighth level.

The wrist was slightly cold, as if something jumped away from the wrist, and the strength of this punch also disappeared without a trace at this moment, Yang Yi was still retreating under his feet, and then, he saw his wrist, a drop of red blood was oozing out, he raised his head, his heart was frightened, the person wearing a hat and carrying a black knife appeared in front of him at some point, the iron knife was raised, and at the tip of the knife, a drop of blood was slowly gathering, and then fell to the ground.

There was a faint sound, but in Yang Yi's ears, it was like a thunderbolt.

His right hand hung down unobediently, and he was horrified to find that with the blow just now, his opponent had accurately picked off the meridians on his wrist.

The strength that was still full of his whole body when he just escaped disappeared without a trace, his knees weakened, and Yang Yipo fell to his knees with a thud.

"Hero, spare your life!"

He threw himself on the ground and fell prostrate on the ground.

He was originally a gutless person, even if he was a seventh-level pinnacle player, he could achieve the position of a general, and he relied more on pulling the tiger skin to make a big banner, Yang Yihe's face, no one dared not buy it. But he is really a dou who can't be helped, otherwise in Anyang City, in such a situation, with his martial arts that are higher than the kitten, how could he be beaten by the kitten.

And at this moment, when facing a martial arts master that he only looked up to at all times, there was only such a way in his mind.

Get on your knees and beg for mercy.

The black knife slowly hung down, and the person in front let out a long sigh: "The brothers of the death battalion, you actually died in the hands of such a bastard, you really can't be blinded!" (To be continued.) )