The lime powder exploded.
The desperate battle on the long street had developed to this point, and it had truly shocked everyone. Even Ning Yi was a bit frightened by Chen Fan's performance and he couldn't help cheering for him.
After waiting on this side of the street for a long time, Ning Yi was not completely unprepared for this matter. However, things had indeed gotten out of hand. He wasn't confident that some things would be effective and would be able to turn the situation around. Chen Fan's battle was too fierce and he had humiliated Bao Daoyi. There was no way to turn the situation around. But even he didn't expect that this wasn't the limit.
Assassinating Bao Daoyi in such an open and aboveboard situation was almost suicidal in the first place. Chen Fan was good at martial arts. He fought fiercely at the beginning and then tragically. Everyone's brilliance was suppressed by him. However, no matter how dramatic or tragic it was, the result was the same. No one thought that Chen Fan's assassination would really succeed, especially in a head-on battle. The other party had already started to gang up on Chen Fan without any scruples. The next question was how Chen Fan would be killed.
Was it possible for him to succeed? Almost no one would even think of such a thing. No one would have thought that Chen Fan, who didn't seem to be very smart, had been thinking about the possibility of success from the very beginning. He was actually thinking about the one in a thousand chance of success in such a situation. From the very beginning, to being besieged, to being covered in cuts and bruises, he was still preparing for his next move. Just when everyone thought it was over, he really … began to draw his sword.
Everyone was dumbfounded when the lime powder enveloped Bao Daoyi. But the Underworld Masters didn't completely lose their heads, no matter how fast they reacted. The next moment of chaos happened extremely fast. Chen Fan drew his blade and threw it into the lime powder. The people around him shouted and Bao Daoyi screamed. Weapons clashed and blood spurted out. The white powder in the air shook violently, as if it had been cut countless times in a moment. It looked like a knife mark or a whip, and there were even some white rings in the air. Some of the white powder was tainted with red.
At that moment, Chen Fan, who had unleashed his final killing move, swung his saber innumerable times in a frenzy, and then the blood-red figure was sent flying like a cannonball. Along the way, two members of the Greenwood Forest were running over, and one of them had his head sent flying with fresh blood. The body, which was still bleeding, crashed into a shop by the side of the road that had its wooden door tightly shut.
"Ahhhhh —"
The lime powder dispersed abruptly, and Bao Daoyi's screams were mixed with shock, palpitations, and pain. In the vision that gradually became clear, Bao Daoyi was staggering backward. Half of his body had been dyed white, and he was covering his eyes with his right hand. His other hand had multiple bloody wounds. Almost all of his shoulders and chest had been stabbed, but it was impossible to tell if they were serious. What was most shocking of all was his messy hair. He had been wearing an apricot robe with a fluttering crown, looking like an immortal. But just now, Chen Fan's blade almost grazed his scalp. It didn't hit his head, but most of his hair was cut off. He looked like a lunatic at this moment.
"Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him —"
Crazy and hysterical cries came out of his mouth. Bao Daoyi waved his arms crazily. His body was shaking violently and his face was ferocious. No one hesitated. The moment he shouted, the people from the Greenwood Gang had already turned around and rushed into the broken door of the shop.
The sound of weapons clashing rang out. Two people rushed in first, but in the next moment, the head of one of them had already flown out, and the other had been split into two. In just a short exchange of blows, this person had actually been chopped in half at the waist. But because the position of the cut was slightly higher, he fell to the ground and rolled a few times, then he was completely dead.
"Kill him! Kill him! "
There was nothing more to say. Bao Daoyi just expressed his intention in a simple and intense way. Another two people rushed in. After the sound of fighting, one of them was killed in the shop. The other one covered his chest and staggered back, then fell to the ground.
Those who wanted to rush in again suddenly stopped. They suddenly realized that it couldn't be Chen Fan. They could say that Chen Fan killed the first two people with great courage and courage, but it was still like this. Things were a bit strange. Those who rushed in stopped one after another and looked at the quiet door of the shop. It was late autumn and the light was not strong. It was dark inside and they couldn't see much. Bao Daoyi roared and looked at the wooden door. He suddenly stopped. On the other side, Ning Yi reached out to stop a group of teenagers who were ready to run. He stood there for a while.
"Go back."
"… What?"
"Go back."
A firework arrow flew into the sky and exploded.
The sounds of fighting and roaring all stopped. The Black Feather Guards also stopped in bewilderment. Everyone started to look towards the entrance of the shop. Just a moment ago, it was a chaotic scene where everyone was running around. Now, although there were still people moving, it gave off a feeling that it was suffocatingly quiet. Bao Daoyi looked at the broken wooden door and blinked. Lime powder fell from his eyelids.
No one knew who had come, but that moment might be the closest Bao Daoyi had ever been to death in his life. He would not let Chen Fan go.
He broke the door, the tables and chairs. When he came back to himself in the darkness, he was in pain all over his body. For a successful assassination, one strike was enough. However, at this moment, he was truly an arrow at the end of its flight. Just now, he had suffered countless punches, kicks, blades, and spears. His lower abdomen had been pierced, and it was practically a fatal injury.
It was a pity that the assassination just now did not achieve the desired effect. Bao Daoyi was indeed the most outstanding master among the heretical sects. The lime powder might have stunned him for a moment, but it wasn't enough to stop him from protecting himself at the moment of life and death. In any case, even if people in the Underworld cared about their reputation, Bao Daoyi still had the most despicable men, including Bao Daoyi himself. He had done similar things.
If Bao Daoyi didn't die, he would die. This was a very reasonable thing and there was no need to complain. The autumn light spilled in through the broken door. The dust was floating in the air and the leaves were falling. At this moment, everything seemed to be very quiet. However, the moment this thought flashed through his mind, he was slightly … startled.
If he hadn't been absent-minded just now, he should have felt the energy behind him immediately. If the person was an enemy, his hesitation meant that he might have been dead. The person wasn't an enemy. On the contrary, he was even an acquaintance. However, he was still a bit surprised that the person showed up here.
The man sat on the chair and leaned forward slightly. His tone was indifferent.
He said indifferently, "I'll buy your life, okay?"
Chen Fan took a deep breath and then exhaled.
"… Okay."
*****
The atmosphere on the long street was suffocating for a short while.
"Who's there …"
"Get him out …"
No one thought that Bao Daoyi would let it go, and not many people in Hangzhou would really dare to stroke Bao Daoyi's beard like Chen Fan did. The fireworks exploded in the sky. The two people around Bao Daoyi suddenly rushed to the wooden door. The opening on the door suddenly widened, and the two of them rushed in. What followed was the sound of an intense battle, and their figures swayed.
One of them was called Xiong Gaoxu, nicknamed the Mountain-splitting Hand, and the other was called Wan Jiajun, nicknamed the Buddha-swordsman. Both of them were relatively core martial artists around Bao Daoyi. Although they were not as good as Lu Tuo, they should not be underestimated. However, after a short while, Xiong Gaoxu shouted and flew back. Half of his body was already covered in blood. The next moment, Wan Jiajun was sent flying like a cannonball. He rolled a few times on the ground and struggled to stand up, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
On the other side, Ning Yi had asked the teenagers to go back, but they were still standing there. Ning Yi was also watching the development of the matter. Until this scene happened, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Go back to the teahouse and have a look. Don't go forward."
Xiong Gaoxu, the Mountain-splitting Hand, only suffered external injuries, which were relatively light. He was probably hit on his right shoulder. Blood flowed down his arm, and half of his body was trembling slightly. The others looked at them. Xiong Gaoxu calmed himself down and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "… World in the Sleeve." A moment later, he added, "Tyrannical Broadsword of Tiannan."
The Tyrannical Broadsword Camp was relatively low-key in Fang La's army, but before the rebellion, the Tyrannical Broadsword Village of the Tiannan Wulin world had a great reputation, at least in the greenwood. After the rebellion, countless people joined the revolutionary army, and the Tyrannical Broadsword Camp kept a low profile. Not many people cared about their affairs, but at least for martial artists like Xiong Gaoxu, who had been famous for a long time, some things were still clear to them. The Tyrannical Broadsword of Tiannan and the World in the Sleeve. There was only one person who matched this name.
Bao Daoyi suddenly swung his horsetail whisk. With a whoosh, the lime powder on his body scattered in all directions like an explosion. "Tear down that door!" However, before the others could do anything, figures began to appear at the door.
The one who appeared was a middle-aged man in a long robe. His sleeves were tucked up, and his Russian hat was tied up high. Behind him, several figures holding broadswords also appeared, and another two figures appeared on the roof of the house.
Not many martial artists knew these people, but those who knew them all took a deep breath. The masters of the Tyrannical Broadsword Manor were "Towering Broadsword" Du Sha, "Evil Broadsword" Luo Bingren, "Yuanming Broadsword" Fang Shuchang, "Nine Deaths Broadsword" Zheng Qiming, "Mandarin Duck Broadsword" Ji Qian 'er, "Golden Back Broadsword" Zheng Huihuan, and "Feather Broadsword" Qian Luoning. This was originally a lineup of "a life for a life, a debt for a life". Back then, Liu Dabiao's broadsword skills had reached perfection, and at his daughter's request, he had accepted eight of them as his personal disciples. The first four had been taught the authentic Tyrannical Broadsword Skills, and the last four were relatively young. Liu Dabiao was proficient in all the broadsword skills in the world, so he taught them according to their aptitude. After the rebellion, there had been many battles, and the sixth brother, Gu Zailai, had died on the battlefield, so the eight of them were missing one person. But now, all seven of them were masters who could take charge.
As for the leader, it was Liu Tiannan, the manager of the Tyrant's Saber Camp. Although he had been the manager of the Tyrant's Saber Manor for the past few years and did not get involved in the affairs of the Jianghu, as an old brother of Liu Dabiao, if he really used the name "Universe in the Sleeve", no one would dare to not give him face. This name was real money. It was completely different from the "Bloody-Handed Butcher" that he had been dealing with recently.
At the innermost part of the room, there was a vague figure sitting there, with a long broadsword case in front of him.
Tyrannical Broadsword, Liu Dabiao!
In front of everyone, Liu Tiannan cupped his hands at Bao Daoyi and said, "Greetings, Celestial Master Bao. Sorry for the offense."
"Tyrannical Broadsword …" With so many people here, the nature of the assassination was different from that of a single person. Bao Daoyi suppressed his hysterical emotions and asked, "Are you going to stand up for Chen Fan?"
"Celestial Master, you're too kind." Liu Tiannan cupped his hands and nodded. "It's not exactly standing up for him. My Manor Lord said that today's matter was Celestial Master's fault, and Chen Fan's fault was Chen Fan's fault. My Manor Lord bought Chen Fan's life. Since both sides are at fault, how about we just let this matter go? "
When Liu Tiannan said that Celestial Master was in the wrong first, Bao Daoyi's face almost twitched. "I was in the wrong first!?"
"It's not convenient to talk about the internal affairs in broad daylight. Anyway, you and I are on good terms. Today, I, the Tyrannical Broadsword, will rescue the next batch of women, and there are still many things to deal with … "
"Your Tyrannical Broadsword Camp is courting death!" With a bang, Bao Daoyi hit the carriage next to him. What happened in front of them was actually a bit unexpected. Liu Tiannan was a bit unreasonable. As soon as he came out, he said that it was Bao Daoyi's fault, and he even put on a fair and just attitude. If it was Ning Yi, this kind of method of pointing at a deer as a horse was quite similar to his style. However, when it came to saving a batch of women, Bao Daoyi also came to his senses. But he was already extremely angry that day, and he would not let it go easily. He hit the carriage and interrupted Bao Daoyi's words. "There's nothing more to say. Today, Chen Fan must die. If you want to protect him, don't blame me for not considering my relationship with Liu Dabiao. How many people does your Tyrannical Broadsword Camp have in Hangzhou? "
The scene quieted down. Liu Tiannan looked in that direction for a long time, and then said word by word, "Eight! Hundred! "
"Do you know how many people I have in Hangzhou?" As Bao Daoyi spoke, countless footsteps were heard from near and far. They were Bao Daoyi's subordinates who had responded to the fireworks just now. As they came closer, Bao Daoyi also lowered his tone. "I'll say it again. There's nothing more to say about today's matter. I must kill Chen Fan. If I don't kill him, none of you can leave. Do you really want to be my enemy?! "
Liu Tiannan did not say anything, but Du Sha and the others just sneered. Murderous intent and ferocious aura vaguely appeared, and they were actually ready to fight. A moment later, a voice came out from the room. The voice was slightly hoarse and the tone was not loud, but it resounded throughout the room. "Uncle Bao, I want Chen Fan alive today. Do you … really want to be my enemy?"
To those who were not familiar with the voice, it sounded like the voice of a young man in his early twenties. They had heard that Liu Dabiao had been famous for a long time and was a rough man with chest-hair, but they really did not understand why the speaker was a young man. Could it be the son of Domineering Blade Liu Dabiao? Only those who were familiar with the voice could tell that it was a woman who was speaking.
Bao Daoyi did not say anything, and he did not want to say anything.
In the room not far away, Wenren Bu 'Er's heart was already churning uncontrollably as he watched the tense and somber scene that was about to break out. He did not know why the Domineering Blade Camp was so determined to take over Chen Fan, but it was obvious that Bao Daoyi had no way out. If Chen Fan did not die, it would be difficult for him to maintain his status in the Jianghu. However, since the Domineering Blade Camp had already made their move, he was afraid that there was no turning back. Wenren Bu 'Er looked at the figure in the distant street. From the beginning to the end, he did not seem to be involved in this matter. It was Chen Fan who had shone the light, and it was the Domineering Blade who had taken over the situation. He had only hurriedly brought the child here, and then he had shamefully dragged the child back.
But every ten steps counted …
In such a situation, how could he not stir up a storm …
The matter and the feeling were somewhat absurd. He did not know Ning Yi very well. In the current situation of the world, the Wu Dynasty was preparing for the Northern Expedition, but they had to turn their attention back to Jiangnan. Tong Guan's one hundred and fifty thousand troops were heading south to recover Hangzhou. Fang Qifo led his elite troops in all directions to restrain them, fortifying the walls and clearing the fields. Fang La announced that he was the Emperor to make a name for himself and achieve results. Li Tianrun returned to the city to reorganize the army. He and countless imperial court spies were moving around, trying to drill a small hole in the defense of the Yongle Dynasty. During this period, he received an order from Prime Minister Qin to find a way to rescue Ning Yi out of the city.
But also at this time, not many people could realize that this scholar, who was still worrying about how to get out of the city, had made use of this small matter. In Wenren Bu 'Er's eyes, this matter seemed to have turned into an invisible hand that stirred up the wind and clouds, and tore open a gap that no one could tear open. In this situation, this army was not in front of Bao Daoyi, but in front of Fang La and the entire Yongle Dynasty.
"Hah, ten steps ahead …"
With this thought in mind, he looked into the distance and saw Ning Yi standing in the crowd, watching the scene leisurely like all the bystanders. He even covered his mouth and yawned.
The atmosphere froze for a long time. The first group of people led by Bao Daoyi had approached the nearby street. In the room, Liu Dabiao said, "In this case, Uncle Bao, let me give you a poem."
The first group of people appeared on the street. Bao Daoyi laughed. "Haha, my dear niece, you can write poems now … Do you know how to be a woman?!"
For the people in Fang La's army, Liu Watermelon always acted in the name of her father. After they got used to it, they tacitly called her Liu Dabiao. But at this moment, Bao Daoyi was so angry that he obviously wanted to use this matter to mock her. But he couldn't go too far. After a moment of silence, it seemed that someone had laid out a pen and paper. When Liu Watermelon opened her mouth again, there was a bit of anger in her tone. She wrote the first poem word by word with her internal force, which resounded in the whole street.
"Guests from Zhao … Long Beard Tassel —"
She had survived dozens of battles just like Chen Fan. When she spoke angrily, her tone was like a thunderclap. In an instant, the entire street was filled with a murderous aura. The people of the Tyrant Blade Camp started to appear in the surrounding alleys and on the roofs. The Desert Beacons, the Iron Horse Glacier, the Iron Horse Glacier Dream! Everyone's heart immediately tightened and the poem became the background.
"Array." Bao Daoyi waved his hand.
Only Ning Yi covered his forehead lazily and heaved a sigh.
"Damn … She's too pretentious. She has no shame …"
*****
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