The autumn wind was blowing, and the street was cold. The fire was burning. People went up, but they were shot out like cannonballs and fell to the ground, bleeding. Seven carriages blocked the street. The pedestrians ran away in panic and looked over from the taverns and teahouses in the distance.
There were seven carriages, and even if the carriages were rather large, each carriage could only fit eight to nine people. At that moment, when the martial artists dressed in different attire and wielding different weapons appeared, they gave off the feeling that they were fighting against each other on the streets of Hangzhou every day. However, the name "Bao Daoyi" meant that the current situation was not an ordinary fight. Some people more or less understood the meaning of the name. When they looked back at the situation, they found that it was only a young man in his twenties who stopped the whole convoy this time.
When Ning Yi pushed the cart back, Chen Fan had already walked to Bao Daoyi with the shaft of the cart. The people who rushed up to him were kicked away. The battle that took place on Pingchang Street in the afternoon didn't have too many tricks from the beginning.
Chen Fan wasn't stupid, but at least he didn't need too many tricks in a battle. Although Bao Daoyi came in person this time, he didn't need to send out all his elites to deal with a bunch of kids. But even so, those who were Bao Daoyi's subordinates and could participate in this level of affairs were not mediocre. Those who showed up at this time were all leaders of small and medium-sized sects in the martial arts world, or bandits who killed people for their belongings, and those who were really skilled and had killed many people. In normal times, one of them could fight three to five soldiers alone. However, when the people in the two carriages nearby surrounded them with swords and sabers, they finally realized how amazing the man named Chen Fan was.
Not many of the people who came with Bao Daoyi this time really knew that Chen Fan was a disciple of the Buddha Commander. Even if they knew, they wouldn't be too scared of the young man in front of them. They were all famous figures in their thirties or forties. They had lived on the edge of a knife for so many years. In the past, they might not have been valued because they were martial artists. Some of them had even been reduced to performing on the streets. However, they were skilled in martial arts. When it came to fighting, they were not afraid. From their point of view, this young man who was charging at the caravan alone might have some skills. However, if he was alone, he would either be crazy or desperate and hot-blooded.
They just didn't expect that the young man in front of them was gifted since he was young. Later, he became the disciple of the Seven Buddhas of Fang Qi and practiced all kinds of martial arts. He participated in the whole process of the rebellion and survived the fiercest part of every battle. In Fang La's military department, only geniuses like Liu Watermelon could compete with him.
After Hangzhou City was breached, he became lazy and relaxed. Later on, even though he took over as the law enforcement officer for a period of time, he seemed to use his fists to solve problems and was unreasonable. In reality, it was just his attitude of dealing with internal conflicts. However, right now, he had already assumed a fighting stance and was going to fight with his life on the line!
The first people to surround him were the eight or nine people who got off the third carriage. Seeing the long whip in the coachman's hand being torn into pieces and the coachman being pulled over, they immediately drew their weapons and rushed forward. They didn't underestimate their enemy. However, Chen Fan turned the shaft of the carriage and kicked the leader right in the heart, sending him flying. This person was the Sect Master of a sect in the southern Martial Arts world called the Divine Fist Sect. He was well-trained and tough, but he spurted out blood after only one kick and rolled on the ground.
No one paid attention to the figure who was kicked away, because the attacks around him were already coming. The man on the left grabbed Chen Fan's shoulders and neck with a pair of eagle claws. This man was Tang Zhenchuan, who was known as the "Iron Claw of Suppressing Chuan". At the same time, there were sabers, swords, and spears. The people on the right and the back were also full of killing intent. However, the next moment, they were involved in a hurricane!
Tang Zhenchuan had been practicing eagle claws for more than thirty years. At that moment, Chen Fan had fought with him twice. The first time was a casual elbow bump, and then he saw the young man's grappling hand coming at him. For a moment, he only saw that Chen Fan's hand was like an eagle's claw and a tiger's claw, but it also seemed to be a random grab without any pattern. Tang Zhenchuan thought that Chen Fan was a layman. He had already twisted his hands together, and then he heard the sound of bones cracking. Just like before, he had directly broken his opponent's bones, but his vision was spinning wildly.
The shaft of the cart swung in a huge semicircle, whistling like a tiger's roar! Chen Fan grabbed Tang Zhenchuan and dragged him straight into the center of the crowd. A dhuta holding an iron staff collided with the shaft of the cart. He staggered back as if he had been electrocuted, and countless splinters of wood exploded in the air. Tang Zhenchuan's body, which was suddenly pulled around and almost flew up, blocked the sword attack from his left. Chen Fan's body leaned down as he rushed forward, as if he was sticking to Tang Zhenchuan's back. But in the eyes of the people in front, this young man was like a tiger pouncing on them!
They almost subconsciously stepped back. Tang Zhenchuan's body landed on the ground, but before he could stand firm — in fact, it was impossible for him to stand firm, it should be said that he had not fallen yet — pain came from his arm. It was a grappling hand against a grappling hand. His forearm was broken, but Chen Fan was still behind him. The shaft of the cart whistled twice in his hand, forcing the people around him away, and was lifted high in the air.
Splitting Mount Hua!
Wood splinters and flesh splattered in the air. Tang Zhenchuan, with his back facing Chen Fan, took the full brunt of the blow with the back of his head unprotected. His corpse flew out along with a person who was charging at him from the side. At the same time, Chen Fan once again swooped down like a cheetah. At this time, a couple of martial artists wielding swords and sabers weaved a net of saber light and sword light in front of them. They were stunned by Chen Fan's courage and subconsciously retreated for a moment.
Just now, the crowd swarmed up, but in a short moment, the encirclement was torn apart. However, there were still some experienced martial artists on the side and behind who chased after them. Chen Fan's body rolled on the ground and went straight to the couple wielding swords and sabers in front of him. These two people also looked to be in their twenties or thirties. The man was handsome, and the woman was gorgeous. The sabers and swords in their hands were quite fierce. However, from the beginning, Chen Fan seemed to be walking the path of the lower three paths. Previously, when he pulled Tang Zhenchuan, he bent down and dove down. Now, he was still diving down and rolling, and then directly attacked the man's lower body, causing the other party to be a little flustered.
After all, the people of the Greenwood Forest were very concerned about their reputation. It wasn't that they didn't have the Lying Fist that specialized in attacking the lower body, but it was very difficult for it to become popular. Whether it was a martial arts competition or a vendetta, attacking the lower body of the opponent seemed a little wretched, especially the couple in front of him. They wouldn't specialize in this kind of attack. However, Chen Fan had survived the battlefield. When he was really separated on the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, the Lying Blade Technique might be the best way to save his life. He himself was skilled in martial arts and was close to returning to his natural state. At this time, he showed no mercy, and the couple immediately knew that they couldn't win. Seeing that he was attacking the man, the woman next to him took a wrong step and swung her blade to save him. The next moment, her calf was caught by Chen Fan and her body flew up.
The woman's over a hundred pounds body was caught by Chen Fan like a sack and was swung around in a circle. The people who surrounded them were forced to retreat again. One of them was not in a hurry and cut the woman's shoulder, causing blood to spurt out. The man holding the sword shouted and reached out to hug his wife's body. The woman's right foot was still in Chen Fan's hand, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she was extremely embarrassed and kicked Chen Fan's head with her left foot.
At this time, Chen Fan grabbed the woman with one hand and swung her around in a circle. The woman's upper body was held by the husband, so he grabbed the woman's left foot and used both hands to kick the man's lower body.
Chen Fan didn't care about anything else, but the woman's scream still echoed through the long street. Someone in front of him shouted, "How dare you!" The husband was thrown a few meters away with his wife in his arms. Chen Fan didn't show any mercy. For the woman, her life should be ruined by this kick. He didn't even look at his wife, he grabbed the sword in his hand and rushed forward again, "I'll kill you!"
Chen Fan's feet didn't stop at all. He waved his hand to block the man's arm that was holding the sword, and the edge of his palm directly hit the man's shoulder and neck. Only the sound of cracking could be heard. Chen Fan took five steps forward, and the man kept retreating. His head, face, and neck had taken countless blows, and each blow made him bleed.
"Only your woman is considered a human!?"
Following this angry shout, Chen Fan smashed the man's face with the Stele Breaking Hand, sending him flying a few meters away. Obviously, the man was dead. At this time, his body had already passed the woman on the ground behind him. Seeing that her husband was dead, the woman suddenly cried out in sorrow, grabbed the knife in her hand, and leaped up with all her strength to stab Chen Fan. Chen Fan rolled on the ground and kicked the woman's stomach. When the woman's body fell to the ground, Chen Fan had already stood up. He took a step forward and swung his fist downwards, smashing the woman's head and body onto the ground. She was so badly mangled that she didn't even look human.
He stepped over the dead body, and the man who shouted "How dare you" just now also rushed over. He was a Taoist priest in his fifties, but Chen Fan stepped on his chest and fiercely headbutted him on the head, causing blood to splatter everywhere. The Taoist priest also staggered backward and fell to the ground.
"I don't think you're all human."
It had only been a short while since the fight started, but he didn't stop. He passed the third carriage and walked toward Bao Daoyi. His head was already stained with blood from the headbutt just now. He wiped it with his hand, but there was more blood on his hand, which made his face even more ferocious.
On the other side, Bao Daoyi had already gotten off the carriage, and his face was full of anger. He slapped the carriage next to him, causing the carriage to shake and the horses to gallop.
"Chen Fan! Do you really think I can't kill you? "
"Bao Daoyi! Do you really think I can't kill you? "
"Haha … Haha …" Bao Daoyi was so angry that he burst into laughter. After a while, he shouted, and his voice was like thunder on the long street. "Chen Fan! Do you think I'm a sick cat when a tiger doesn't show its power? Even if the Buddha General is here today, you're dead! "
"Hehe." Chen Fan also laughed, but the smile was a bit creepy in the blood on his face. "If you don't show your power, I'll take it that you're dying … What do you think —" The last laugh also resounded on the long street.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. The next moment, Bao Daoyi turned his horsetail whisk, stopped, and suddenly dashed out!
Seeing Bao Daoyi's sudden attack, all the martial artists on the entire long street also rushed over at the same time —
Chen Fan raised his head with disdain in his eyes.
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