Chapter 78 Dao, Xiao, Sword and Fan (Part 2)

Close, close!

The enemy was right in front. Ye Wen admitted that that person was very skilled, at least much higher than himself.

But no matter how high your martial arts is, you can't withstand large numbers of people.

Moreover, those who followed Ye Wen were all elites from the Wanma Gang.

Catch him and kill him!

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

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

This is the winter moon. The winter moon is not the brightest among the four seasons, but it is just a special one today.

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

Huh!? Why is there an extra person?

A woman in white stood there, seemingly waiting for something.

That is a very beautiful woman. Even from a distance, people can feel her flawless beauty.

The dim moonlight shone down, as if covering the beauty with a layer of silver gauze, which further highlighted her elegance and refinement.

The woman in white is raising her hand. It is a white pipe. It is getting closer. Is it a flute?

Ye Wen saw it right, it was a flute.

An unusual flute.

A flute that can be used as a murder weapon!

A flute that can play music!

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

The flute sounded the Sanskrit sound calling for life!

In an instant, the chasing team of the Wanma Gang fell into chaos.

The horse's ears are sharper than those of humans. With that brain-destroying sound, the horse instinctively bounces up its forelimbs, and then the man flips over on his back.

The person in front suddenly fell over, but those behind could not stop the horse, and they trampled on each other again.

The people behind also entered the range of the flute sound, and there was another wave of people jumping on their backs.

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

A heroic female voice sounded in the night sky. Ye Wen got up from the ground and heard the voice. The voice came from behind the team.

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

I saw the woman pull out the sword from behind.

The sword moves!

The two swords are like two butterflies flying in the dark night, and the light and shadow brought out by the swords are like butterfly wings.

Accompanied by the fluttering of butterfly wings, members of the Wanma Gang kept screaming, and the screams seemed even more desolate in the dark night.

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

Finally, it turned into two blood butterflies, which are life-seeking demon butterflies from hell.

Ye Wen's eyes tightened as he watched, and the people he brought were falling down one by one.

With a loud roar, his whole body's true energy burst out, and Ye Wenzheng was about to step forward and kill him.

Suddenly!

A strong wind and tornado suddenly arrived!

Just listen, a clear voice came from the air:

"Wind and Thunder Fan Technique!"

Suddenly, a feeling of death spread throughout Ye Wen's body!

The wind and thunder are blowing!

Flying sand and walking stones!

The fan wind is fierce and the sound is amazing.

A group of thousands of caravan elites suddenly couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

He kept falling under the giant fan.

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

That was the steel needle of Hua Wuyan's three-foot-large fan, the 'Fragrant Fan Pendant'. It could kill a great master, let alone a lesser master like him.

Smiling to the sky, he emerged from nowhere, jumped to Wuyan's side, and grabbed two catkins from behind her with his hands.

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

Of the nearly one hundred thousand caravan elites, there are now only a dozen or so left.

Xiang Tian smiled coldly and said:

"Go back and tell your gang leader that the Kunwu faction will visit you in three days."

…

An ordinary Jianghu person may have some wonderful visions when he first steps into the Jianghu world.

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

Especially when blood rains in the rivers and lakes, dozens or dozens of lives are lost in an instant. This kind of pressure between life and death will make it easier for people to give up.

This kind of charlatan is usually called me.

Of course, there are also some nice names, such as Tangzhong, Bangzhong, and Guizhong.

Therefore, every sect, no matter how big or small, will have difficulty making a decision when facing inheritance, because they are afraid that what they teach will be inhumane.

If a sect faces the test of survival or destruction, the disciples of the sect can stand with the sect without fear of life or death.

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

The Wanma Gang is obviously not such a sect. In just three days, the huge Wanma Clan disappeared without a trace.

In fact, it’s no wonder that this is the case.

Over the past few days, brothers in the gang have been killed and wounded one after another, the gang members have been picked on one after another, and the masters in the gang have been killed one after another.

Especially three nights ago, at the mourning hall where the Wanma Gang was paying their respects, the opponent entered the funeral hall with impunity and took off twenty-two heads on the spot.

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

After that, nearly a hundred elites and a deputy gang leader chased them out, but only a few people came back. It is said that more than a dozen people survived, and some ran away halfway.

Those who came back just said: Three days later, the enemy will come to your door.

The remaining members of the Wanma Gang looked at each other in confusion.

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

He finally came out, but his hands were holding prosthetic sword blades.

After a few sword blows, the few people who had the courage to come back to report the news did not die in the hands of their enemies, but died in the sword of their own gang leaders.

There is no hope now. It is better for everyone to go back to his own home and see his own mother.

When Xiang Tianxiao led people to the Wanma Gang, there was no one to inform them.

He smiled to the sky, curled his lips and touched his chin, with a little pride in his expression!

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

The goal was indeed achieved, and the effect... was a bit unexpected.

Entering the courtyard, a chair was placed there. Sitting on the chair was Yan Chengxu, and a servant waiting beside him was Yan Bo.

"Uncle Yan! Get out of the way." It was Yan Qingshu who spoke.

Uncle Yan's old face wrinkled together, full of unbearability and regret:

"Second Young Master, you can't do this. You are brothers."

Yan Qingshu withdrew his long sword, pointed it at Yan Chengxu, and said bitterly:

"He is not my brother, he poisoned my father."

"Hahahahaha!!" The one who laughed was naturally Yan Chengcontinu.

With a 'clop' sound, another long sword was unsheathed, it was Yang Xiao.

I heard Yang Xiao say in a hateful voice: "Why are you laughing? There are a lot of people who want to settle accounts with you today."

Shentu Jiaojiao was still lying on the mountain. Her life was saved, but she could not wake up.

Yan Chengxu was still sitting on the chair, his eyes were red, just like Jun Mo Wen before.

Raising his eyebrows and glancing at Yang Xiao, Yan Chengxu's face was filled with disdain. He glanced at Yan Qingshu slightly sideways and said with a sneer:
Chapter completed!