Chapter 2280 Road Blockage

The three people quickly surrounded her and patted the back of her hand gently. These people were really too cruel. The back of her hand was injured! Yan Keyun had to pick a clean place and gently stroked it. Chen Xuan called softly in his ear. Only Fang Che stood there blankly, not daring to move or call him. It was as if there was a piece of exquisite glass in front of him, beautiful and fragile, and it was also a dream that was not beautiful, but people did not want to wake up. If you touch it, you will lose it! So he did not dare to go forward, just staring there blankly.

Fang Yan seemed to have heard a familiar voice, and finally opened his eyes instinctively and looked at the two of them, but his eyes were not focused yet.

"Fang Yan... Fang Yan..." Yan Keyun called softly beside him.

He seemed to have heard it, turned his eyes, and looked in their direction. After looking at it for a few times, he seemed to have found some treasure in an instant! It also suddenly became hot and hot, staring at them so scorchingly, looking at them one by one, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Okay, okay, here we come!" Chen Xuan gently held the back of her hand, caressed it carefully, and gave him the warmth of his palm. He finally sensed it and closed his mouth with peace of mind.

Several people began to discuss how to move it. They couldn't just leave it here. They finally saw it, how could they let it go into the tiger's den again! As long as they met it, there was no reason not to take him away!

"What should we do? He is like this today, can he move?"

"We have to move even if we can't move. After today, we don't know when the next attack will happen!"

"Okay then!" The two of them tried to lift Fang Yan horizontally, trying not to touch its wound.

Fang Yan was held in the air by the two of them, smiling foolishly, with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became stars, as if the injuries all over his body and the hunger of several years had nothing to do with him.

The two of them moved lightly as possible, and speeded up, because they didn't know when the danger would come.

Fang Che, however, was like a trembling child, watching from the side, not daring to intervene, not daring to speak, not even daring to call him, just standing by to help them observe the situation.

The three grown men moved in a hurry, like mice in the dark, light-footed, but with amazing speed.

Fang Che did nothing, just cleared the way in front, and asked about the situation by the way, and reported immediately if there was any problem.

There was no problem at all in the first half of the road, and they passed safely until they walked to the fork in the road just now, and saw a figure standing in front of them from a distance, like a long sword, waiting for them.

Fang Che stopped first, and the two men behind him also stopped.

Chen Xuan stopped, took a look, and silently stuffed something into Fang Yan's arms.

"Hey, why are you standing? Keep going forward!"

Was it a strange voice?

The three people were surprised at once, they thought it would be an old acquaintance.

"It's the soldier from before."

"Are you sure it's him? There's no mistake?"

"No, I noticed his figure!" Yan Keyun is still very capable in this aspect.

"Well, who are you guys? Why are you here to rob my prisoners?"

They didn't answer directly, but were still whispering

"Is she the only one?"

"I don't know, but there shouldn't be many."

"Then who will go?" For this kind of soldier, of course, they would just beat him to death!

"Fang Che, can you?" Both of them were carrying people on their backs, and they didn't dare to put her down.

Fang Che had nothing, but like a sword out of a bow, he drew a residual image in the dark. This time he was very cruel and merciless. The two of them wrestled silently in the dark. No one said a word, but everyone showed no mercy. They were fighting with real swords and guns! Fang Che was slightly better this time, and with his full power, he knocked the man to the ground in a few strokes!

Just as he was about to give the man the final blow, end the battle, and leave here, another black figure flashed. He walked from the black corridor, with his back to the light, as if he was a messenger from hell. He was wearing a black veil with a black hood, a mask and a scarf. His face could not be seen, but a man's figure could be seen. This man came out with a big scimitar, just like a sickle. The cold white iron was particularly dazzling and terrifying in the black cave. It was chilling to watch. It was unimaginable how cold it would be when he touched his body, and how warm and hot it would be after the contact.

He walked slowly step by step, and the three people watched calmly. Even stared at him.

The man walked step by step to Fang Che, put away his murderous intention, and looked into his eyes. Fang Che seemed to be shocked by some power and stood there motionless.

The man in black nodded to her, moved his throat, and made a fragmented sound, like a laugh. But it made the child shudder, his back felt cold, his hands and feet twitched, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

He slowly approached him, almost breathing with him, and moved the knife in his hand, but not at him, but killed the soldier in front of him, and the bright red blood splashed out, splashing on the clothes of the two men. Fang Che shuddered.

"You, are fine!" He deliberately lowered his voice, fragmented, as if it was a weak sob, but also hoarse, which made people tremble in their hearts and numb their skin.

Fang Che rolled her eyes to look at him, and turned her head away. It was very strange that at this time, she could not feel a trace of fear, as if her whole soul had been taken away, leaving only a body.

"Come back!" Chen Xuan pulled her behind him and fought with the man in front of him.

"Hmph!" The man stood upright, as if he was on vacation, and one hand seemed to be drawing a whirlwind, constantly circling around and fighting with him.

His fighting temperament was different from others. Chen Xuan was the most common fighting style, fighting with all his strength, showing his passion and excitement, and every punch was very weighty and very real, a real fighting style.

She was different, she even had one hand behind her back, so light as a swallow, and the strength she used was not the kind of dead strength, but constantly taking advantage of the momentum, taking advantage of the momentum, the movement that one hand could not do, the long sleeves seemed to have fluid, and the development of the wind was very beautiful, a pair of feet standing on the ground, as stable as a rock, motionless, and the body was still very loose.