Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Sword and the Fan (II)

It's close, it's close!

The enemy was in front, and Ye Wen admitted that the man's kung fu was very high, at least much higher than himself.

But no matter how high the martial arts are, they can't stand the crowd.

Moreover, those who chased Ye Wen were all elites of the Wanma Gang.

Catch up with him and kill him!

Ye Wen's heart beat faster and faster as the distance between him and the enemy narrowed.

A bright moonlight swept down, Ye Wen looked up and looked ahead, the black clouds dispersed, and the moon revealed her face.

This is the winter moon, and the winter moon is not the brightest of the four seasons, but today is a special face-saving thing.

By the moonlight, Ye Wen could clearly see the enemy in front of him.

Huh!? Why is there one more person?

A woman in white, standing there, seemed to be waiting for something.

She was a very beautiful woman, and even from a distance, she could make people feel her flawless beauty.

The hazy moonlight sprinkled down seemed to put a silver veil on the beauty, which set off her beauty and refinement.

The hand of the woman in white was raised, it was a white tube, and it was closer, was it a flute?

Ye Wen was not mistaken, it was a flute.

An unusual flute.

A flute that can be used as a killing weapon!

A flute that can play music killing!

Xiao's name is 'Yinfeng', and the owner of Xiao Liyue is Xiao Liyue.

The sound of the flute sounded - the sound of Sanskrit for life!

In an instant, the pursuit team of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang was immediately chaotic.

The horse's ears are more intelligent than a human, and the brain-killing sound together, the horse instinctively bounces up its forelimbs, followed by a person turning on his back.

The people in front suddenly overturned, but the people behind couldn't stop the horses, and they trampled on each other again.

The people behind also entered the range of the sound of the flute, and there was also a burst of people turning on their backs.

"Second Senior Sister, take a break, I'll come!"

A heroic female voice sounded in the night sky, Ye Wen heard this voice when he got up from the ground, and the voice came from the back of the team.

This is a bright woman, with a very graceful figure, with two black and white swords on her back and a 'Manjush Sahua' on her head.

I saw that the woman drew her sword from behind her back.

The sword moves!

The twin swords flew like two butterflies flying in the dark night, and the light and shadow brought out by the sword body were like butterfly wings.

Accompanied by the flapping of butterfly wings, the gang of Ten Thousand Horses continued to scream, which was even more desolate in the dark night.

The white butterfly is turning red, first with its wings and then with its body.

In the end, it turned into two blood butterflies, which were the Demon Butterfly from Hell.

Ye Wen's eyes were tight, and the people he brought were falling in rows and rows.

With a loud roar, the true qi of his whole body burst out, and Ye Wen was about to step forward and tear it up.

Turbulence!

A storm of wind and tornado is coming!

Just listen, a clear voice came from the air:

"Wind and Thunder Fan Method!"

Suddenly, a feeling of death swept through Ye Wen's body!

Wind and thunder fan!

Flying sand and rocks!

The fan is fierce and the momentum is amazing.

The elites of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang suddenly couldn't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

kept falling under the giant fan.

Ye Wen's death was not painful, and when he realized that it was a planned lure ambush, a five-inch-long steel needle shot into his head.

It was the steel needle of Hua Wuyan's three-foot big fan 'incense fan pendant', which could kill a master of Dacheng, let alone a master of Xiaocheng.

Xiang Tian smiled, and he didn't know where he got out, jumped to Wuyan's side, and grabbed two soft wattles from behind her with both hands.

"That's enough, junior sister, killing is not our goal. ”

Of the nearly 100 elites of the 10,000 Horse Gang, there are only a dozen people left.

Xiang Tian smiled and said coldly:

"Go back and tell your helper that the Kunwu faction will come to visit in three days. ”

......

An ordinary person in the rivers and lakes, when he first stepped into the rivers and lakes, he may have some beautiful visions.

However, the reality of eating, drinking, and lazing, boring exercises, and physical torture will make people slack off.

Especially in the rivers and lakes, the blood rain is flying, and more than a dozen or dozens of lives are lost in an instant, and this kind of pressure between life and death will make it easier for people to give up.

This kind of charlatan is usually called a minion.

Of course, there are also some nice names, such as congregation, help, and congregation.

Therefore, every sect, no matter how big or small, will have difficulty making a choice when facing the inheritance, and they are afraid that they will be imparted.

If, when a sect is facing the test of survival or destruction, the disciples of the sect can stand with the sect without fear of life and death.

Then, such a sect will surely shine in the future.

The Wanma Gang is obviously not such a sect, and the huge Wanma Gang has not seen any people in this short three days.

Actually, it's no wonder these minions.

In the past few days, the brothers in the gang have been killed and injured, and the hall has been picked one after another, and the masters in the hall have been killed one after another.

Especially on the night three days ago, on the mourning hall of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang, the opponent recklessly attacked and took down 22 heads on the spot.

These are all good players in the hall, and one of them is a master of the hall master.

After that, the elite of nearly 100 people and a deputy gang leader chased them out, and only a few people came back, and I heard that more than a dozen people survived, and some ran away halfway.

The one who came back said one thing: three days later, the enemy came to the door.

The rest of the Wanma Gang looked at each other.

At this time, Yan Chengxu, as the leader of the gang, should have come out to stabilize the morale of the army.

He came out, but he was wearing a sword blade that was used as a prosthetic leg.

After a few swords, the few people who were still brave enough to come back to report the news did not die in the hands of the opponent, but died under the sword of their own gang leader.

There is no hope for this, it is better to go back to their own homes and see their own mothers.

When Xiang Tianxiao brought people to the Wanma Gang, there was no one to report.

Xiang Tian smiled and touched his chin, with a little smugness in his expression!

His original plan was to create an atmosphere of panic through constant killing.

The goal has indeed been achieved, is the effect...... A bit unexpected.

Entering the compound, a chair was placed there, and Yan Chengxu was sitting on the chair, and a servant next to him was waiting, which was Uncle Yan.

"Uncle Yan, get out of the way. It was Yan Qingshu who spoke out.

Uncle Yan's old face was wrinkled together, and his face was full of unbearable and regretful:

"Second young master, don't be like this, you are brothers. ”

Yan Qingshu withdrew his long sword, pointed a sword at Yan Chengxu, and said hatefully:

"He's not my brother, he's the one who poisoned my father. ”

"Hahaha!!" laughed naturally.

'Oh' and another long sword out of the sheath, it is Yangxiao.

I heard Yang Xiao say hatefully: "What are you laughing at? There are a lot of people who want to settle accounts with you today." ”

Shentu Jiaojiao is still lying on the mountain, her life is saved, but people can't wake up.

Yan Chengxu was still sitting on the chair, his eyes were red, just like Jun Mowen at the beginning.

Raising his eyebrows and glancing at Yang Xiao, Yan Chengxu's face was full of disdain, and he glanced at Yan Qingshu slightly, and said with a sneer:

"Are you sure I poisoned your father. After speaking, he glanced at Uncle Yan next to him, and Uncle Yan immediately lowered his head in fear.