Song Shuhua frowned and looked over, dissatisfied and said: "If you don't go, it will be too late. Of the ten grandmasters, the second uncle and the others can't do it!"

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Second Master and the others have profound skills. It doesn't matter even if it doesn't last for a while. There is no need to rush to take action."

"No!" Song Shuhua shook her head.

Li Muchan sighed and said helplessly: "We have to see if there is any opportunity we can take advantage of. Maybe when they fight, they will neglect Fan Zhao's defense..."

"Ka..." That's true." Song Shuhua nodded slowly.

She also thought this was a good idea. If she could really assassinate Fan Zhao, it wouldn't matter if it took a while, as long as nothing happened to her second uncle.

Li Muchan stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and the two of them walked fluttering through the woods, as silently as ghosts, and in the blink of an eye they were close.

Song Shuhua saw what was happening on the field.

Ten people gathered together to form two battle groups, and the ten grandmasters pressed down on the eight people to fight. In the middle of the eight people stood a young man, it was Fan Zhao. He was wearing a fluttering purple shirt and a handsome appearance, but at this time he was livid.

Face, hands covering shoulders, eyes widened.

It could be seen that his shoulder was injured. Song Shuhua was a little disappointed. After all, she still couldn't kill him. However, looking at the situation of the second uncle and the others, ten grandmasters were fighting against eight people, and victory was in sight.

Among these eight people, there are only six grandmasters, and the remaining two are martial arts masters. Although their cultivation is extremely high, they have become a burden. Two people are no match for one grandmaster.

Song Shuhua was curious and didn't know when the second uncle summoned the third wave of people. They were silent and unnoticed. She was so close but didn't notice it.

However, Li Muchan could guess that the third wave of people must have seen Fan Zhao and the others, and saw that they had a large number of guards, so they automatically came to join Song Hai and attack together. This can be done with a little judgment, otherwise

How could the assassination be successful with only five of the eight guards?

The situation on the field was extremely favorable to the Song family. Li Muchan and Song Shuhua did not act in a hurry. Although Song Shuhua wanted to go forward and kill Fan Zhao now, she knew that there were four guards secretly. These four guards must also be top experts and were waiting.

What's the opportunity?

She asked Li Muchan in her mind: "Should we deal with the four secret guards first?"

Li Muchan thought for a moment and said, "I'll hold back the secret guard while you assassinate Fan Zhao!"

"Can you do it alone?" Song Shuhua said worriedly.

With his cultivation level, it was no big deal to face two masters. Even if he couldn't win, he could still protect himself. But it was dangerous to face four, which was tantamount to death.

Li Muchan smiled and said in his mind: "Are you still worried about my Qing Gong?"

Song Shuhua narrowed her eyes and nodded with a smile. It is true that Li Muchan's Qinggong is the best she has ever seen. It is truly shocking to the world. No one can match it. His ability to escape is top-notch.

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Song Shuhua thought for a while, nodded and said in her mind: "Well, okay, you go and rush, I will act immediately and hold on for ten rounds!"

Li Muchan held her in his arms and floated closer to the field, then floated up to the treetops.

Fan Zhao is a burly young man, tall and strong, with handsome appearance. He is indeed a rare handsome man. Why should he use force on a woman with such an appearance? It can only be said that he is mentally abnormal. Such a person is too dangerous and it is best to kill him.

The place where they fought was not an open space but between woods. There were trees in the middle, most of them towering giant trees. Some were struck by thunder, while others stood proudly without any damage.

Fan Zhao was standing under a tree. The tree was thick and straight. There were about two people holding each other's arms, and the branches rose to the sky. Looking up, he felt insignificant.

Li Muchan observed the location of the secret guards with the Eye of the Void. The four of them were not affected by the fighting nearby, and still vaguely surrounded Fan Zhao according to the position of the four-image formation.

Each of them is more than ten miles away from Fan Zhao. Based on their cultivation, they can be there in an instant and can provide assistance in the shortest possible time.

Li Muchan thought for a while and realized that it was impossible to get close without a sound. Unless his ability to move around was exposed, he didn't want to use this ability at will.

He thought for a while, put Song Shuhua down, pressed her on the treetop, pointed in front of her lips, made a "shush" gesture, and then fluttered away to the opposite side.

"Ah!" Suddenly a scream sounded, and the situation in the field became more and more intense. A martial artist flew out, was knocked out of the circle, and hit a tree. A blood arrow spurted out and slid down softly, and then remained motionless.

, I don’t know whether I will live or die.

The other remaining martial artist quickly followed in his footsteps and was also knocked away with a palm. It was Song Hai who took action. There were only six people left in the field. Facing ten masters, all of whom had profound cultivation, the situation became more and more dire.

Danger.

Song Shuhua was far away from Li Muchan. She couldn't see Li Muchan, but she knew that he was on the opposite side. She was not anxious when she saw the situation in the field. The six masters of the Fan family were also old men with profound cultivation, but compared to

Song Hai and the others were still one step behind and could not make up for the gap in numbers.

However, they formed a circle and cooperated with each other tacitly, which increased their strength a bit. In addition, they were purely defensive and not offensive, so it was difficult to break through it for a while.

"Bang!" Another old man flew out, but he was a master.

This time it was Song Hai who succeeded. He had the strongest martial arts among them all, his movements were like lightning and his power was powerful.

This time, there were only five old men left, and it was no good to deal with ten people. Seeing that their circle was getting smaller and smaller, he took two steps back and was about to meet Fan Zhao standing in the middle.

"Heng!" With a muffled groan, the four old men suddenly emerged from the woods and attacked Song Hai and the others with great speed.

Song Hai and the others were not prepared in advance and were suddenly attacked. They immediately turned from attack to defense. They withstood the four attacks and stabilized again. The fight was even and the stalemate remained.

These four secret guards were extremely skilled in martial arts and were also masters. They were similar to Song Hai and others. Their joining only stopped their decline.

"Bang!" A firework exploded in the sky, forming a dark cloud that curled up in the sky.

Like a dark cloud solidifying on the sky, Song Shuhua secretly snorted, this was the Fan family's signal for help, and experts from the Fan family would come to help in a moment.

Unable to wait, Song Shuhua wanted to urge Li Muchan, but couldn't see him appearing, so she pulled Heizhong to cover her face and jumped down from the top of the tree, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

She appeared silently, but the guards watched and heard in all directions. As soon as she appeared, they noticed that an old man flew up and jumped into the air to stop Song Shuhua. He pushed hard with both hands.

Suddenly appearing in front of Song Shuhua, it was as if a wall had been erected in front of her.

Song Shuhua scolded, and pushed hard with both palms, trying hard to kill Fan Zhao. Once she dodged, she would have no chance.

Song Hai and others roared angrily, taking the opportunity to increase pressure so that they could not come out to stop Song Shuhua.

"Bang!" With a thunderous sound, Song Shuhua paused in the air, then flipped over and landed on the tree again, and then dived down again.

The old man turned somersault in the air and fell as fast as a stone.

Song Shuhua latched onto Fan Zhao like an eagle. He stared at Song Shuhua with a cold face and stern eyes. Not only did he show no fear, but he looked murderous and wanted to pounce on Song Shuhua.

Song Shuhua sneered and became more murderous. Just as she was about to rush to Fan Zhao, another old man jumped up to stop him, and the two fought in the air.

Song Shuhua was anxious and angry at the same time. Why didn't Li Muchan take action yet? If the delay continued, there would really be no chance to kill Fan Zhao again!

However, Li Muchan seemed to have disappeared, but did not appear. Song Shuhua, full of anger, slapped the old man with a "bang" sound, and both of them fell upside down.

This time Song Shuhua failed to fall back to the original place and fell onto a tree nearby, causing the tree to tremble and the leaves to rustle.

The internal strength that blocked the old man Song Shuhua was deep and pure. Song Shuhua could not completely release the strength, and her blood and blood surged with her. This was really bad.

Although Song Hai and the others attacked with all their might, trying to break their circle so that they could not use their hands to defend Song Shuhua, the nine of them cooperated with each other tacitly, and no matter how fiercely Song Hai and the others attacked, they remained unmoving, strong and stable.

Fan Zhao stood in the circle and suddenly sneered and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Song Hai and the others remained silent, naturally they would not be foolish enough to talk to them. Fan Zhao said coldly: "I will repay you tenfold for today's humiliation!"

He said these few words slowly, as if they were coming from between his teeth.

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Song Hai and the others had seen many storms and waves, and they were determined and would not care about Fan Zhao's harsh words. They had heard such harsh words many times, and most of them were poisonous curses from useless people.

If a warrior wants to become a master, it cannot be achieved through hard training. It also requires opportunity and understanding. Although Fan Zhao is strong, he does not care about them.

Song Shuhua shouted angrily and rushed forward again, her jade face tensed coldly. She no longer cared about Li Muchan and couldn't figure out what he was thinking about. She just wanted to kill Fan Zhao before help came.

A long roar came from the distance, as if it came from the horizon, but the speed of the person coming was extremely fast. The sound was far away at first, but by the time the whistle ended, it was much closer. It was obvious that the person had extremely high Qing Gong.

Song Shuhua could imagine that the masters of the Fan family must have known something was wrong, used the secret technique to activate the potential, and rushed over impatiently.

"Hehe..." Fan Zhao's handsome face was a little ferocious, he stared at Song Shuhua and sneered: "My ninth uncle is here, don't even think about escaping!"

Song Shuhua was refreshed. The reputation of the ninth Fan family member was indeed not small, so she had to deal with him before he came. She gave a sweet scold and rushed over again.

Another old man jumped up to block her, pushed with his palms, and another wall of air blocked her in front of her. The whistle sounded again, and it was already close in front of her.

Fan Zhao covered his shoulders with one hand, ignoring the blood dripping down his fingertips. He laughed proudly, looked at Song Hai and the others with pity, and shook his head: "None of you will survive, you will all die!"

Song Shuhua was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she wished she could kill him with a palm, but when she heard the whistle getting closer and closer, she felt a little panicked. Fan Qingquan, the ninth oldest member of the Fan family, was known as the evil wolf. He would fight without regard for his own safety, and they would often die together.

Tricks.

She was furious and furious. Li Muchan never showed up, which made her angry and anxious. She couldn't find him, so she didn't know what he was up to.

"Bang!" Song Shuhua turned somersaults in the air again and flew back. This time, regardless of the surge of blood, she used her star-catching hand to shoot fiercely.

Fan Zhao was smiling proudly, but his laughter suddenly stopped and suddenly flew up.

A black shadow flashed opposite Song Shuhua, flashing like a shooting star, and it had already arrived in front of Fan Zhao. Fan Zhao was in the air but did not panic and pushed his shoulder-covering hand hard, and his clear and real palm prints met the black shadow.

The black shadow transformed by Li Muchan used his parallel fingers on his left hand like a sword to break the palm print. He slapped his right palm and made a crisp "pop" sound, like a pebble falling into a deep well.

Fan Zhao's body froze, and then he spat out a bloody sword. His body suddenly softened and fell straight down. Before others could save him, Li Muchan slapped another palm.

"Boo!" Fan Zhao's head exploded like a watermelon.

"Let's go!" Li Muchan folded in the air, and suddenly arrived in front of Song Shuhua, grabbed her and walked away. The roar was like thunder, and a purple shadow flashed through the woods, and he suddenly appeared in front of everyone. He was a handsome and unrestrained middle-aged man.

Man, at this time Li Muchan had already grabbed Song Shuhua and jumped into the woods.

"Jiu Ye, chase me!" an old man roared like thunder.

Handsome middle-aged Fan Qingquan caught Fan Zhao in the air. Seeing his miserable state, he looked up to the sky and howled angrily: "Ah——one!"
To be continued...