Chapter 37 Night Fight

In the woods in the middle of the mountain, there was a figure moving rapidly at this moment. While he was performing Qing Kung Fu, he looked back warily. Although he looked cautious, there was excitement in his eyes that could not be hidden.

This man was wearing yellow clothes, with a slender figure and a hooked nose. He was none other than Xu Fangke who had escaped from the underground stronghold!

He ran not far in the forest when he suddenly saw an old man in linen standing in front of him, wearing a felt hat and straw sandals. His back was turned to him at the moment.

Xu Fangke was overjoyed and immediately stopped, knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Thank you to the Immortal for rescuing me. Fortunately, Xu has lived up to his mission and obtained this fake edict for the Immortal." He took it from his arms. A yellow scroll was handed over respectfully.

The old man in sackcloth turned around and saw that he was the old man who told Liang Yan's fortune that day in the inn.

He stretched out his hand to take the fake imperial edict, first nodded with satisfaction, and then snorted coldly as if he was dissatisfied: "You were too impulsive and impulsive. If only you could hold back for a moment, wait for the two sides to get involved before launching a sneak attack to take away the fake edict. Then I won’t waste one of my ‘fog attracting charms’ to save you.”

After hearing this, Xu Fangke immediately replied: "I am indeed impulsive. Please forgive me!"

Then he seemed a little puzzled and asked: "The power of the Immortal is boundless. Since the false imperial edict has been discovered, why not just show up and kill Chen Zhuoan and his gang?"

The old man in Mai frowned. He had indeed made such a plan earlier, but since the last secret meeting with his companions at Kongzhai, he learned that Yixing Pavilion had probably sent investigating disciples to Yongle Town to investigate the spiritual mine, and he had no reason in his heart. Somewhat panicked.

He was a casual cultivator with extremely poor talent. In his later years, his cultivation was only at the fourth level of Qi training. His survival to this day was all due to his talisman skills and timid and cautious character.

He made up his mind not to take the initiative to expose his cultivation unless absolutely necessary. Anyway, he had the jade pendant given by the president to conceal his aura. In this way, even if the disciples of Yixing Pavilion have sneaked into Yongle Town, they will definitely not be able to find him.

Facing Xu Fangke's doubts, the old man in sackcloth just snorted coldly: "What do you know? Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

After hearing this, Xu Fangke's heart trembled, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was reluctant to say anything.

It's just that he didn't dare to speak, but some people did. I just heard a girl's chuckle coming from the forest:

"You spoke so powerfully in the stronghold. I thought you had such a powerful master, but unexpectedly you turned out to be a bad old man!"

Then two people walked out of the forest, a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in white and had a charming appearance, holding a luxurious sword in her hand; the man had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight figure. It was Liang Yan and Tang Diexian who disappeared from the underground stronghold.

The old man in sackcloth couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw it was these two people. He just sneered and said: "Idiot, look at the good things you have done, you still don't know you have two tails."

Xu Fangke had just inexplicably angered the old man in sackcloth. He was worried that he would not have the chance to atone for his sins, but he didn't expect someone to come to his door. Without thinking, he immediately stood up and sneered:

"Sir, please rest aside for a while, and Xu will go and pick up the heads of the two men."

As he spoke, he pulled out a bright short knife from his waist, kicked off his feet, and was in front of Liang Yan in an instant. He shouted loudly and slashed Liang Yan's forehead with a knife.

From the moment Xu Fangke drew his sword, Liang Yan stood motionless until Xu Fangke came to him and struck with the sword. Liang Yan seemed to have just reacted, and instead of dodging to the side, he raised his right hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and pinched it in front of him.

With a sound of "Ping!", Xu Fangke's cunning and cruel knife was caught in the air by Liang Yan with two fingers, unable to move at all.

Xu Fangke held the steel knife in his hand and stood motionless. His face was red and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. But it was Liang Yan who injected the spiritual power into Xu Fangke's body along the short knife, causing the true energy in his body to flow wildly. At this time, he was almost possessed.

"Let go!"

The old man shouted loudly behind him, and Xu Fangke seemed to come to his senses and quickly released his hands holding the knife.

Liang Yan pinched his fingers and broke the steel knife into two pieces. Then he flicked his right hand and the tip of the knife shot out quickly, instantly piercing Xu Fangke's throat and nailing him to the ground.

He lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, and he still looked in disbelief until he died.

At this time, how could the old man not see that the two people in front of him were not ordinary people? He took a deep breath, put on a kind expression, and laughed:

"Two fellow Taoists, it was my men who collided with you two before, and you are indeed to blame. A mortal will kill you. As long as you two are happy, I will not pursue them."

He paused and then said: "As the saying goes, we don't know each other without fighting. We might as well make friends. If we have difficulties in the future, we need to help each other, haha."

After hearing this, Liang Yan laughed and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are so generous! It's just that fellow Taoist doesn't hold us accountable, but we have something to hold you accountable to. Fellow Taoist is proficient in arithmetic, I wonder if you can calculate how much life you have tonight?"

The old man in sackcloth shrank his pupils after hearing this, and said coldly: "You are the investigating disciples of Yixing Pavilion!"

Seeing that he recognized him, Liang Yan just smiled slightly, looking noncommittal. Tang Diexian said coquettishly: "What are you talking to him about? Just take it down and interrogate him slowly."

"That's fine!"

Liang Yan responded, he moved and stepped forward.

The old man's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He suddenly shook his sleeves and threw out three earth-yellow talismans.

Those talismans fluttered in the wind, but instead of shooting at Liang Yan and the two of them, they fell directly to the ground.

The soil was stirred where they landed, and three khaki-colored soldiers emerged from the ground. They were wearing earthen armor and holding broadswords. They looked like they had experienced hundreds of battles.

"Tubing Talisman!" Tang Diexian exclaimed.

While Liang Yan and Tang Diexian were following Xu Fangke, the civil war in the underground stronghold was about to break out.

Xiang Anran saw that the fog receded, and no one on his side was missing. On the contrary, Chen Zhuoan's side lost two people, and one person rebelled and fled.

Although he didn't know the reason, he also knew that the enemy's strength was greatly reduced now, which was the most advantageous time for his side. He couldn't help but smile happily: "Chen Zhuo'an, you disobeyed Prime Minister Li and even God didn't help you. Today is the day you die." !”

After saying that, Xiang Anran raised his hand and the black-clothed killers got his order and immediately stepped forward to surround Chen Zhuoan and others.

"Is it God's will?"

Chen Zhuoan murmured to himself, trying his best to figure out, could it be that he really couldn't defeat Li Hong? Is this God's will?

Min Rou saw a trace of confusion in his eyes from the side, but silently held his hand, shook her head and said: "Although heaven is ruthless, there is sincerity in the world. As long as you know, no matter life or death, success or failure, I will face it with you." .”

Chen Zhuoan's heart was shocked when he heard this, and he felt heroic in his body. He was originally a heroic man, free and unrestrained. Although his resolve was slightly shaken just now, Min Rou's momentary revelation of his true feelings made him regain himself. Although he was in a dangerous situation at this moment, not only did he not feel timid at all, but it aroused his infinite fighting spirit.

There was a clang, the Dragon Sword was unsheathed, and Chen Zhuoan shouted loudly: "Chu Laosan, Min Rou, form a three-talented sword formation!"

Chu Laosan and Min Rou moved in response. The three of them each took their positions, forming a three-legged stance, acting as each other's horns, fighting against the black-clad killers.

Although this Three Talents Sword Formation is called a sword formation, it does not actually require the use of a sword. The three talents are the people of heaven and earth. Chen Zhuoan occupies the heavenly position to command the overall situation, Chu Laosan occupies the position to provide support from the side, and Min Rou occupies the human position to adapt to changes. The three of them help each other, which is a wonderful martial arts formation that uses less to hit more.

Although there were more than a dozen black-clad killers, with the skilled cooperation of Chen Zhuoan and the other three, they were unable to gain any advantage and were suppressed and retreated steadily.

Xiang Anran snorted angrily, pulled out a pair of copper maces, and jumped towards Chen Zhuoan. His internal strength was extraordinary, and before anyone arrived, the mace had already set off a blast of wind and was drawn towards Chen Zhuoan.

Chen Zhuo'an's face was stern, and he quickly drew his sword to resist, and the two met. Chen Zhuoan only felt a huge force like a mountain roar and a tsunami coming towards him through the sword body. I couldn't help but take two steps back. The breath in my body was boiling, and I finally calmed down.

Xiang Anran also took two steps back, his face suddenly changed from green to white, he took a deep breath and said, "Good Chen Zhuoan, take another move from me."

After saying that, he stepped forward and used a pair of copper maces to attack Chen Zhuoan's vital points.

Over there, Chen Zhuoan took over Xiang Anran, and over here, Min Rou was not idle either, fighting with the one-eyed young man. This one-eyed young man was obviously a general under Xiang Anran. Although he said nothing from the beginning to the end, his sword skills were extremely fast, and every move was extremely ruthless.

Min Rou fought with him for a while and thought to herself: "This person is a natural killer. This set of sword skills is surprisingly fast and is indeed suitable for killers." However, she did not have much fear because she had been taught martial arts by experts since she was a child. Learn, this set of "Huacuoquan" is a typical martial arts of slow and fast.

The one-eyed young man was very clever with swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship was as fast as a sword. Min Rou used her bare hands and only relied on a pair of physical fists to defend the corner of the formation, preventing him from attacking even half a point.

You must know that although Min Rou's punches are slow, the power of the punches is soft and continuous. The one-eyed young man felt that each knife struck the cotton, and sometimes she would even lead the blade to cut elsewhere. It feels quite like practicing Tai Chi.

Although Chen Zhuo'an and Min Rou fought evenly with their opponents, there were many killers in black around them, waiting for the opportunity. The two of them were often tied up. If they hadn't relied on the three talents sword formation to support each other, I'm afraid their defeat would have been exposed by now.

It's just that although their side is at a disadvantage, they can still barely hold on. The worst thing was Chu Laosan. He was already injured, but now he was fighting eight or nine black-clad killers alone. His internal injuries worsened and affected his heart. His attacks became slower and slower. He only fought for more than twenty rounds. , is already in danger.

Suddenly there was a muffled groan, but it was an assassin in black who stabbed Chu Laosan in the lower abdomen. Blood surged from Chu Laosan's lower abdomen. He staggered a few steps, grabbed the assassin's arm with his backhand, and shouted loudly. Bump away.

The assassin was horrified and wanted to get away, but the hand holding the knife was tightly grabbed by Chu Laosan. Bang! With a loud sound, like a watermelon being smashed, the black-clothed assassin's Tianling Cap was smashed into pieces by Chu Laosan.

Chu Laosan knocked the man to death, but his hands and feet felt cold. He pulled out the long knife from his lower abdomen with his backhand, and sat on the ground with a pop, breathing heavily.

The black-clothed killers were initially intimidated by his majesty and did not take action immediately. When they saw him sitting on the ground, they didn't realize that he was at the end of his strength, so they drew their swords and stepped forward.

"The third child!"

When Chen Zhuo'an saw this, he became furious and forced Xiang Anran away with a sword. He turned around and ran towards Chu Laosan. He struck the vital points of the black-clothed assassins with several quick swords, forcing them to raise their swords to block them.

Dang Dang Dang!

The swords met, Chen Zhuoan's dragon sword spun in the air, and stabbed straight at a black-clothed killer who wanted to kill Chu Laosan first. With a pop, the long sword came out of his chest and stabbed him through.

Xiang Anran was overjoyed when he saw the door on Chen Zhuoan's back wide open. He followed him with a pair of copper maces, and used both maces to hit the back of Chen Zhuoan's head.

At this time, Chen Zhuoan's Dragon Sword was stabbed into the black-clothed killer's body. It was impossible to turn back to defend against the enemy. He could only abandon the Wandering Dragon Sword and roll on the spot, narrowly avoiding Xiang Anran's two trump cards.

But Xiang Anran was also a master of martial arts. When he saw that his mace was empty, he swung his right leg horizontally without hesitation and kicked Chen Zhuoan in the lower back. He had deep internal strength and this kick was unstoppable.

Chen Zhuoan rolled on the ground, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He heard Min Rou exclaim, and then saw a beautiful figure rushing towards him.

It turned out that when Min Rou saw that he was in trouble, she no longer cared about fighting with the one-eyed young man, and turned around to attack Xiang Anran.

Xiang Anran dodged sideways, but there was a sound of a knife cutting through the air from behind Min Rou. However, the one-eyed young man saw an opportunity and slashed towards her back with a knife.

Min Rou was startled and reluctantly turned sideways to get past the vital point, but was still hit by the blade on her right arm.

A sting!

The clothes on his right arm were torn, revealing a pink and white arm with a new ferocious knife mark on it. Blood gushed out and instantly dyed the clothes red.

Min Rou Niang staggered back a few steps, but still stubbornly stood in front of Chen Zhuo'an.

Chen Zhuoan struggled to get up and said anxiously: "Get out of the way!"

Min Rou bit her lip and said nothing, but she had no intention of getting out of the way.

"Haha, what a pair of desperate mandarin ducks! I'll send your husband on his way first!" Xiang Anran said with a smile, and went straight to Chen Zhuo'an regardless of Min Rou.

Among the three people, the only one he feared was Chen Zhuoan. As long as Chen Zhuoan died, he would be able to sit back and relax. At this moment, he was injured, and he would not understand the principle of beating a drowned dog.

Seeing that he was trying to avoid her, Min Rou immediately punched and attacked, but the one-eyed young man had already reached her and slashed her injured right hand with a knife. Min Rou dodged, then no longer paid attention to the one-eyed young man, turned around and chased Xiang Anran, exposing her back to the one-eyed young man defenselessly.

But her light skills were not as good as Xiang Anran's. After a moment's delay, Xiang Anran had already rushed in front of Chen Zhuo'an, raised his maces, and was about to give him a fatal blow.

Chen Zhuoan was seriously injured. He could barely stand up. At this moment, he couldn't even dodge sideways.

Xiang Anran seemed to have seen the scene of two maces hitting him on the forehead, his fierce enemy's brains bursting out and his body lying on the spot.

But the strange thing is that through Chen Zhuoan's eyes, he didn't see any panic, but instead saw a trace of shock.

"Is this man out of his mind?"

This was Xiang Anran's last thought before his death.