"Quickly retreat!"
Liu Chengzhi realized something was wrong immediately and shouted quickly.
The dust and sand of the hurricane are charming to the eyes, and the cold light of the sword penetrates the human body.
After ten breaths, the hurricane stopped and the dust dissipated.
Under the illumination of the moonlight and the Western Zhou fire, the scene was tragic.
With just one move, the third master Zhong An, who was holding two swords and liked evil people, his eyes widened, his hands and feet were separated, and his body was dead.
The tall and powerful second master Gao Liang was slashed diagonally from top to bottom by a knife. Although he survived, he lay on the ground unable to fight anymore.
The boss, Liu Chengzhi, was the luckiest. There was no damage except for a section of his spear being chipped off, but at this time he was already frightened.
"This person is not a human being."
Liu Chengzhi held the only remaining part of the gun and trembled with unparalleled fear in his heart.
"not bad!"
Chen Fan, dressed in white and holding a single sword in hand, looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty and was very satisfied with the effect of his special move.
The battle was over as quickly as it came. The guards and bandits on the other side who were originally fighting in a melee were frightened by the movement on Chen Fan's side and stopped.
All the bandits looked at each other in shock. The three leaders of their own family couldn't even catch each other's moves. How could they fight?
"Bang!" I don't know who dropped the weapon and started running away.
The bandits were already in panic, but now that someone had deserted, the rest were even more panicked, so they imitated them and turned around and started running away.
Bandits are originally a rabble without cohesion.
Fighting these ruthless bandits with the wind is fine, but not with the wind. Especially when there is still no leader, everyone runs for their lives and goes their separate ways.
As far as they are concerned, the worst thing they can do is wait until it is safe and then find another leader and they can still do business and make money.
Suddenly, the mountain was full of bandits running around.
The panicked bandits were shouting under the sky as they fled in a mess. The bandits, who were sleeping soundly in the cave, also felt something was wrong at this time. They got up quickly without bothering to put on their clothes and fled with the large army in a daze.
"You are the only one left, Liu Da is in charge." Chen Fan pointed his sword at Liu Chengzhi.
"Young hero, you and I have no hatred at all, so why should we be aggressive? Today, I, Liu Chengzhi, will admit defeat and leave Xie Congling. I also ask you, young hero, to spare me a lot. I will be rewarded generously in the future." Liu Chengzhi. Cheng Zhi swallowed in fear and said while slowly backing away.
"A generous reward? Repay a favor or take revenge?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows.
Then he shook his head and said, no matter what, the dead man should repay his grudges in the next life. Anyway, he had no intention of letting Liu Chengzhi leave alive.
I saw Chen Fan using his inner strength, moving his feet quickly and crossing each other. In an instant, he came to Liu Chengzhi's side and slashed at him with one knife after another.
Liu Chengzhi, who had lost all courage and held half of the gun barrel in his hand, could not resist at this time, but Chen Fan wiped his neck in a few moves.
"Xie Congling, nothing more than that!" Chen Fan was very satisfied with the progress of his martial arts. The ordinary bandits were no longer his enemies.
Arriving in front of the second master, Gao Liang, who was lying on the ground, Chen Fan looked at Gao Liang, who was stubbornly enduring the pain and remained silent, and shook his head; "Boring!" He then swung his knife and prepared to reunite the three masters.
"Amitabha, donor, please show mercy."
Suddenly, a leaf flew from a distance and hit Chen Fan's single sword with the sound of gold and iron. The single sword also changed its position and failed to kill Gao Liang.
Accompanied by the loud voice, a bald old monk appeared, wearing a red cassock and clasping his hands. His steps looked slow but were actually fast. Soon, the monk came to Chen Fan.
"Master, why did you stop me?"
Chen Fan asked as he gathered his energy and stared at the old monk closely.
"Amitabha, benefactor, please forgive me if you can. This benefactor has been seriously injured, so why do you need to do more killings?" The old monk slowly persuaded Chen Fan while holding his Buddha beads.
"Master, which Buddha do you worship? Do you know who he is? What did he do? Are you interceding for a ruthless bandit who has killed countless people?" Chen Fan could not understand the old monk's thoughts.
"Amitabha, the mortal world has become a thing of the past, but today the flowers are blooming and dying at this time. I really can't bear it, so I ask the donor to have mercy." The old monk saluted Chen Fan with a pious look and clasped his hands.
Chen Fan ignored the old monk and glanced at Gao Liang lying on the ground. He saw that Gao Liang, who had been determined to die after the old monk arrived, had eyes full of tears. Obviously, these two people should know each other. .
Chen Fan was a young man in the world, so he didn't know that the boxing technique Gao Liang used during the fight was called Luohan Boxing, otherwise he would have guessed their relationship right away.
"Sorry, I am not merciful. He must die today." Chen Fan rejected the old monk's mercy. It is better for the enemy to die. Not to mention getting to know the old monk in front of me, I couldn't let go of getting to know Chen Fan, the Buddha.
After Chen Fan said this, he raised his knife and slashed at Gao Liang on the ground again, determined to kill him.
"Amitabha, the benefactor has killed too much and has become a demon."
The old monk stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers in circles, blooming like a polo flower to block Chen Fan's single sword. It's obvious that he is very powerful with such a light-weighted look.
"Master, are you insisting on protecting this murderous gangster?" Chen Fan said sternly after using his sword to pry away the old monk's fingers.
"I just couldn't bear the thought that my benefactor would commit murder and enter the devil's path at such a young age."
"To put it nicely, I haven't met this gangster yet. You monk may not be a good guy." The old monk insisted on blocking Chen Fan, but he stopped being polite and raised his knife to slash at the old monk.
"Whirlwind Slash!"
A silver-white bolt emerged from the blade again.
The old monk seemed to have been prepared for this sudden killing move. He did not move his feet and moved back a few feet on the ground to avoid Chen Fan's attack.
"Donor, you have gone too far." The old monk's prayer beads seemed to be very angry at Chen Fan's remarks and actions.
"How could you evade my attack so easily? Old monk, could he be from Shaolin?"
Chen Fan didn't have the habit of holding back his hands, but the monk retreated lightly and was able to avoid him so easily. Such skill was even more shocking than the single sword that blocked Chen Fan just now. This was obviously not an ordinary Buddhist disciple. If possible, Chen Fan boldly guessed that the other party came from the Shaolin Temple, the top martial arts sect.
"Amitabha, Shaolin, Fang Xin, met the donor."
The old monk clasped his hands together again. Originally, he didn't want to mention Shaolin when he was saving people. After all, the person he wanted to save, Gao Liang, was a bandit, and he also wanted to worry about Shaolin's reputation. But he wasn't sure about winning the man in front of him. Now that the other party had guessed it, he had no choice but to reveal his identity and hope that the other party would let him save Gao Liang for Shaolin's sake.
"Oh, it's really Shaolin. So who of you lay disciples are lying on the ground?"
Chen Fan didn't need to think too much to understand the relationship between Gaoliang and Shaolin. Only Shaolin liked to recruit lay disciples to expand its influence. As for the probability of having an illegitimate child, it is too low.
"Please be kind to the benefactor and let me go." Fang Xin admitted without continuing to cover up. This is his favorite lay disciple. He has a pure heart and admires martial arts.
Chen Fan stared at the old monk for a long time, his thoughts turning over and over again, and finally he shook his head.
Shaolin is great, but as a fledgling Chen Fan, his awe for it is still very weak. He does not feel that Shaolin, a lay disciple who kills a gangster, will pursue him endlessly.
Besides, even if he really lets go, he may not be able to make good friends with Shaolin, let alone dissipate the hatred between Gao Liang and himself.
Rather than keeping an enemy with a backing, it would be better to eliminate the trouble as soon as possible.
When Master Fang Xin saw Chen Fan shaking his head, he knew there was nothing to talk about. Shaolin's reputation could not stop the young man in front of him. This man was too murderous.
"Then I'll teach the benefactor a clever move." Fang Xin clasped her hands together and saluted, then looked at Chen Fan with solemn eyes. Since they couldn't reach an agreement, they could only fight.
"The wind roars!"
Chen Fan used his special move again, and a hurricane followed by flying sand and rocks within three feet of the sword and shooting out to the west along with the cold light.
"Amitabha!"
Facing Chen Fan's unique move, the old monk Fang Xin did not dare to be careless. This was a move that could almost wipe out three bandits. He quickly used his skills to dodge and retreat, avoiding its sharp edge while not forgetting to use the demon-subduing cassock skill to cover his whole body.
"Tear! Tear..."
But even so, the cassock that hit the back of the heart turned into a piece of cloth.
The originally solemn old monk is now wearing tattered cloths, which is very funny.
Chen Fan rarely took the opportunity to take action again, but sincerely put away the knife and said to the old monk Fang Xin: "Shaolin martial arts is indeed extraordinary. I will give you a face, Master. I will leave Gao Liang to you." After saying this, he took three steps back to show his sincerity. .
"Amitabha, I am merciful and thank the benefactor for helping me. I owe the benefactor a favor." Fang Xin was surprised that Chen Fan let go like this. Could it be that he just did it to test his own strength?
Although she couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, Fang Xin was still happy inside. After all, you can tell from the opponent's attack power just now that the opponent is strong. Although he is not afraid if the fight continues, both sides will lose in the end. This is not what he wants.
But when he came to Gao Liang with gratitude, what he saw was no longer the seriously injured Gao Liang, but the dead Gao Liang.
When Fang Xin saw Gao Liang's body covered with stab wounds, she knew that the opponent's move not only attacked him but also enveloped Gao Liang.
Haha, it’s ridiculous that I owe someone a favor and actually think that the other party is letting me go.
"Amitabha, donor, Gao Liang is dead, you are possessed by a demon." Fang Xin said calmly to Chen Fan, covering up the anger in her heart.
"No, it's the master's fault. Life is neither joyful nor death is painful. Gao Liang is following the Buddha. You should be happy." Chen Fan comforted him.
If we can’t solve the problem, then we can’t solve the person who caused the problem?
Gao Liang was dead, and Chen Fan didn't believe that Fang Xin would fight him for it. After all, Gao Liang was born a gangster, so as long as Fang Xin still wanted to save Shaolin's face, she would not fight with him.
Of course, Chen Fan who doesn't give Shaolin face will inevitably be resented, but so what.
He is not a serious Jianghu person. He has no family and no sect, and he is afraid that the other party will suppress him.
Besides, he is getting better and better in his martial arts skills, Shen Zhao Jing, so he is still afraid of holding a grudge?
