Mr. Wu chased Fu Baiyu, and the knife he kicked almost killed Zhuge Jingzhan.

This really scared Zhuge Jingzhan.

Zhuge Jingzhan immediately shouted: "Escort me first!"

Several guards immediately pulled back, two of them, one from the left and the other one from the right, raised Zhuge Jingzhan and ran out.

These two people are very strong. They run along with one person, but it seems like they are flying against the ground.

If you are kind enough, just click on the tender grass leaves that have just emerged, and you can fly out very far.

At this moment, a white shadow flashed in the sky.

A guard running at the end heard the sound and looked back, seeing nothing, Bai Ying passed by him.

Mr. Ye.

When Mr. Ye was surpassing the guard, he grabbed the guard's shoulder and swung it back. Such a tall and strong man was like a chicken thrown out, flying back with his hands and feet, and hitting somewhere with a bang. Mr. Ye didn't even look at it, and rushed to Zhuge Jingzhan with great strides.

The person who was thrown out hit a tree, but unfortunately there was a broken branch. He was hung there, and the branch was exposed on his chest.

Three guards followed Zhuge Jingzhan, who were gradually caught up by Mr. Ye.

Two of them turned around and cut two knives onto Mr. Ye with their left and right.

Mr. Ye stretched his hands forward, and his two big sleeves hit the two men like a dragon going out to sea. Two bangs, the two men were knocked out by the bulging sleeves.

The cuff hit the person, which actually smashed the person's clothes to pieces, and the flesh and blood on his body was scraped off.

The two of them completely opened and flew backwards, and did not move again after landing. They obviously died in an instant.

When another guard saw this scene, he didn't dare to take action again. He turned around and rushed towards the other side.

Mr. Ye slapped the back of the man's head with a big sleeve, and the back of the man seemed to explode, a cloud of blood mist.

The two people carrying Zhuge Jingzhan were so scared that their faces changed color. They just accelerated and rushed forward. As fast as they could, they would run as fast as they could. This was no longer the time to cherish their strength, and they were all squeezing out.

Just as he was about to catch up, a sudden sound of sound came from mid-air.

It was like someone plucking the strings in the clouds.

Mr. Ye's eyes sterned, his body suddenly stopped, and a white light flashed in front of him, and then it seemed as if something had instantly penetrated into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the white light flew back, like a poisonous snake retracting its mouth, and the fastest eyes could hardly keep up with it.

Someone floated from mid-air and stood in front of Mr. Ye, looking like a young farmer who had just returned from the field.

He was dressed in a short lace, and he was still a very ordinary gray cloth dress, with his top rolled up his sleeves, and his trousers rolled up his trousers.

If such a person is holding a hoe at this time, no one will doubt his identity.

But he was not a hoe in his hand, but a long package.

To be precise, it is a long cloth bag, similar to the kind of cloth bag that holds an umbrella. The bag has a rope at the mouth, which can tighten the bag mouth once it is pulled.

At this time, he stood there holding the package. The bag mouth was opened, but the things inside were not taken out. The flash of white light should have been sprayed out of the bag mouth.

Mr. Ye frowned slightly and looked down at the ground. The hole that was knocked out was not big, and it seemed like it was poked a hole by an iron rod.

If Mr. Ye reacted slowly, the hole would not be on the ground, but on the body.

The farmer looked back at Zhuge Jingzhan, and the playfulness in his eyes seemed to be laughing at Zhuge Jingzhan's embarrassment.

But when Zhuge Jingzhan saw him, he could finally breathe a long sigh.

"Fortunately you're here quickly."

Zhuge Jingzhan said: "You are not on duty."

Is it from the county?"

The fourth most important person in the world still smiled so gently and honestly, and he said, "That was the happiness of yesterday."

After saying this, he turned to look at Mr. Ye: "This is the happiness of today."

Mr. Ye asked: "Are you the fourth in the world?"

The fourth in the world nodded: "Who are you?"

Mr. Ye did not answer, but stepped forward.

So the fourth in the world laughed again. Everyone under Yang Xuanji's disciples knew that the happier the fourth in the world laughed, the more perverted he was.

Mr. Ye took a step forward and a white light shot out from the fourth most famous cloth bag in the world, and the speed was unimaginable.

Mr. Ye's shoulder slanted, and the white light hit him, and the knock was empty, but the smile that was the fourth most important in the world seemed to have succeeded.

The opponent's reaction made him happy. It had been a long time since he met such a strong person.

The white light that flew out turned his head behind Mr. Ye and flew back quickly, heading straight for Mr. Ye's head.

A fan slipped out of Mr. Ye's cuff, and he held the fan and swept behind him... With a snap, it was the sound of metal wire rubbing against the metal.

Mr. Ye hasn't used a weapon for a long time when he fights with others.

An extremely thin silver wire was rolled on Mr. Ye's folding fan. The fan bones of the folding fan were actually made of stainless steel.

The silver thread of unknown material was wrapped around the fan bone, and white marks were drawn.

Mr. Ye pulled his hand back with force, and the fourth-ranked foot in the world took a step forward, so the fourth-ranked one in the world did not smile anymore.

He thought the other party was really...deserved.

The fourth most important hand in the world patted the cloth belt, and the silver wire broke. Mr. Ye suddenly lost the pulling force and threw his arm back.

“It’s been a long time…”

The fourth in the world sighed softly.

He pulled off the cloth bag, and there was really a guzheng in the bag, about one third longer than the ordinary zither and about one third more strings.

It was the first time that Mr. Ye saw someone using such strange weapons, but everyone in the world knew that the more strange weapons, the harder it was to practice. As long as you practiced them, they would often be powerful.

The fourth guzheng in the world came across, holding it with one hand and flicking it on the guzheng with the other hand.

A string immediately flew out and headed straight to Mr. Ye's eyebrows.

Mr. Ye raised his folding fan in his hand, and the strings hit the steel fan bones and made a crisp sound. Then the strings quickly retracted like snakes shrinking back.

In the next breath, the fourth most powerful hand movement in the world became faster and faster, and the strings shot towards Mr. Ye one by one.

When every string flies out, it is a straight line, and it will not collide and interfere with each other. Each line faces Mr. Ye’s fatality.

The folding fan in Mr. Ye opened with a snap, and the fan flew up and down in front of him, spinning like a wonderful dance.

Amid the jingling sound, Mr. Ye's folding fan shattered and flew everywhere.

Not long after, the fan bones were left, and the fan surface had been cut and broken.

However, during the countless attacks of the strings, Mr. Ye not only did not take a step back, but also walked six or seven steps forward, which was already very close to the fourth place in the world.

So the face of the fourth most important person in the world also became solemn, no longer the smile, no longer the perverted gloom, only solemnity.

The last time he asked him to treat this, the silly man, Gongshuyong, who was almost invincible to kill, was next to Yang Xuanji.

The fourth in the world, rolled and raised one hand, and several strings flew out at the same time. The fan in Mr. Ye opened again, without a fan, but when it was opened, the fan bones could still be arranged so well.

The strings flew to the end, and Mr. Ye's fan moved up and down, and then closed the fan bone with a snap.

Those strings are suffixed

The bones are stuck in it and cannot be taken back.

Mr. Ye pulled back, and the fourth guzheng in the world held with one hand was pulled over.

But at this moment, the fourth-ranked hand in the world held one of the strings and suddenly let go.

The string seemed to be a wave of light that could not be seen clearly, sweeping towards Mr. Ye's throat.

When the Guzheng flew in front of him, Mr. Ye kicked it out and kicked the Guzheng into the sky. The string that was pulled like a bow string also played the high altitude.

In the next breath, the fourth place in the world had already arrived in front of Mr. Ye.

There was actually a thread in his hand, and he swung it forward and it shook the wire around Mr. Ye's neck, and then pulled it back with the fourth most powerful force in the world.

In the flash, Mr. Ye's folding fan was inserted into the coil, and the folding fan suddenly opened, and the fan bone was like a dagger to cut the coil.

puff......

A dagger that slipped out of the fourth cuff in the world was stabbed on Mr. Ye's left shoulder.

If Mr. Ye hadn't pressed his body down forcibly, this knife would have pierced his heart.

Bang!

The fourth in the world was kicked away by Mr. Ye, and a muffled groan came from the air.

After landing, the fourth pair of feet in the world slid out for another period, looked down and there was a shoe print on his chest.

The pain made the fourth most powerful person in the world smile, a little hideous, with red blood in the gaps in his teeth.

He raised his hands, smiled sinisterly, and then pulled his hands back...

Several strings circled back from Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye raised his body and a ball of smoke exploded under his feet, and people rushed to the heights.
To be continued...