Unless it was absolutely necessary, these crossbowmen didn't want to shoot Yang Fan. Once they shot him, they would be injured. If possible, it would be best to let him die a natural death. For example … drowning.
Every year, many people drowned in the Qu River. Some drowned when boats capsized, some drowned in the wild. Officials of the imperial court were also human, so why couldn't they drown? But since he had approached the young master, they would rather shoot him to death than allow him to pose a threat to the young master, even if it was just a possibility.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, Yang Fan didn't want to expose himself to the shooting range of their crossbows. He didn't even think about jumping into the air. Under the control of the eight military crossbows, anyone who tried to jump into the air would immediately become a dead bird, a stupid bird.
So his body only spun outside the stone railing for a moment before suddenly turning back. He didn't expect that they would be able to seize this opportunity to attack. These people were true archery experts. Not only were they accurate, but they were also good at seizing opportunities.
Yang Fan's figure spun outwards, and when he suddenly rolled back, two crossbow bolts brushed past his thighs. Yang Fan once again spun back to the bridge. Both his feet kicked the waist of a sumo wrestler, causing him to fall down and crash into the bridge, causing it to tremble.
A few dark faces with curly hair appeared on the surface of the water. They were the Kunlun slaves who had dived into the water to search for the pearl. They took a deep breath, dived into the water again, and dived underwater. They were excellent swimmers. A whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water following their bodies. Then, it turned into a circle of ripples. There wasn't even a splash.
Dugu Yu stood there in a daze. He wanted to rush forward and stop them, but he didn't have the ability or the courage to do so. He couldn't turn a blind eye to this. Dugu Yu was in great pain. He struggled in his heart and hated Lu Binzhi to death.
Young Master Lu opened his fan again. A peacock spread its tail and fluttered in front of his chest.
Clouds floated across the sky, casting a shadow. It was as if a big fish was swimming under the Qu River.
From time to time, a curly-haired, dark-faced Kunlun slave would emerge from the surface of the river. After taking a deep breath, he would plunge back into the water.
The six crossbowmen on the shore stared calmly at the fight on the bridge. The sharp arrowheads caught Yang Fan's figure among the moving figures. The other two crossbowmen took out two iron arrows from their backpacks and unhurriedly nocked them. The lethality of a crossbow was greater than that of a bow, but the speed at which an arrow was loaded was much slower. However, given the current situation, they were not in a hurry.
Young Master Lu was still waving his fan. Yang Fan was entangled by the four sumo wrestlers and did not attack him again. The two bodyguards in front of him also retreated, and the four of them firmly protected him.
In the distance, some people appeared along both sides of the Qu River and behind the forest on the opposite side. Occasionally, there would be pedestrians approaching, but they would immediately stop them and say something to persuade them to leave.
There was only a small boat near the water. It was a narrow boat that looked like a willow leaf. It did not seem to be moving, but unknowingly, it had already approached the long bridge …
The sky moved, the earth moved, the scenery moved, and the people moved.
Yang Fan's figure was as nimble as a ghost. He weaved in and out of the four sumo wrestlers that were as thick as bears, like a butterfly weaving through flowers. The four sumo wrestlers were all experts. As long as one of them was entangled, the other three would be able to pounce on him and choke him. At that time, he would not be able to use any of his skills, so Yang Fan did not dare to stop for even a moment.
Yang Fan seemed to want to break through the encirclement of the four sumo wrestlers and pounce on Lu Binzhi. However, the four men weaved a large net that was equally tight in defense and offense. Yang Fan could not break through at all. Even if he could not break through, there were still four people by Lu Binzhi's side. How could he break through their defense?
Therefore, Yang Fan gradually moved towards the side of the bridge. It looked like he wanted to find an opportunity to escape. His movement technique was very ingenious. From beginning to end, he was entangled with the four sumo wrestlers, using their bodies to block the crossbow bolts behind him.
The five of them were in an intense fight, so the four sumo wrestlers naturally did not notice his intentions. However, Master Lu clearly saw through Yang Fan's intentions. Master Lu no longer waved his fan. He furrowed his brows, closed his fan, pointed it forward, and shouted, "Kill! I only want him to die! "
Following this shout, the two bodyguards in front of him pounced forward. The four sumo wrestlers used their ultimate moves. One pressed down from above, one rushed forward in a bear hug, and two rushed towards Yang Fan's thighs. The two sumo wrestlers behind Yang Fan were the two sumo wrestlers behind him. As they bent down, they exposed the upper half of Yang Fan's body. Eight men immediately pointed their crossbows at Yang Fan, their fingers on the hanging blades, ready to shoot arrows at any time.
Yang Fan spun around, his knee slamming heavily into the face of the man who was trying to bear hug him. He punched out with both fists, "Raising Fire to Burn the Heavens", aiming for the chest of the man who was pressing down on him. However, at this moment, he could not avoid the two people who were hugging his legs from behind him.
However, no one expected him to use a feint at such a critical moment. The instant Yang Fan raised his fist, he suddenly pulled in his abdomen and bent his body, retracting the knee that was ramming into the face of the man who was pouncing forward. His feet stomped heavily on the ground, and he shot out diagonally, brushing against the railing at the head of the bridge and scurrying towards the river.
When Yang Fan's body scurried towards the river at a strange angle, the two men who were pouncing towards his thighs closed their iron pincer like hands with a loud bang, and they caught nothing but air. The man who was pressing down from the sky lost his target and crashed heavily to the ground. When the man who was trying to bear hug him saw Yang Fan's knee, he hastily retracted his two fan-like hands and used them to block in front of him.
In that instant, Yang Fan was already on Ling Yue River. Just like the cloud in the sky, he also cast a shadow on the surface of the water. He was like a fish that was much smaller than the cloud, and he swiftly swam across the water.
Whoosh ~!
One of the Kunlun slaves drilled out of the water. He had just taken a deep breath when Yang Fan tapped on the top of his head with one foot. The Kunlun slave let out a groan, and like a stake that had been rammed into the ground, he plunged straight into the water. Yang Fan used the momentum to leap another five feet towards the surface of the water in front of him.
Northerners rarely knew how to swim, unless they were fishermen for a living.
Or perhaps the youths in the northern countryside were naughty from a young age, and they often went into the water to play in the summer. They would practice swimming in rivers and lakes, but city people, especially the children of wealthy families, had no reason to practice swimming. Lu Binzhi knew that this Yang Fan was his big brother's enemy, but he didn't know where he came from. It wasn't that he couldn't find out, but that he didn't want to know.
Therefore, Lu Binzhi didn't know that Yang Fan knew how to swim. When he stopped Yang Fan, he also didn't think that this person knew how to swim and could use the water to escape. And since Yang Fan was intercepted at the bridgehead, his performance all along definitely did not look like he knew how to swim. Even though he was now exposed to the attack range of the crossbow bolts, he did not dive head first into the water. Instead, with the help of the Kunlun slave, he strived to leap into the air.
Everything proved that he didn't know how to swim.
Therefore, when the three archers, who had the best angle and were in front, pointed their crossbows at Yang Fan who was on the surface of the water, the person behind who seemed to be the leader suddenly had a flash in his eyes. He stepped forward and pushed the elbows of the two archers. "Whoosh whoosh", two archers pierced through the clouds. The two people turned back in shock, and the person behind said anxiously, "Isn't it better to let him die in the water?"
They didn't know whether Yang Fan knew how to swim or not, and even if he did, what could he do? In the water, there were nine Kunlun slaves that were the best at swimming. They were as agile as nine black loaches in the water. Even if he knew how to swim, could he be better than these Kunlun slaves? Even if he was really good at swimming, he was still doomed to die in the water when it was one against nine.
Lu Binzhi obviously also quickly thought of this point, and he couldn't help but smile. This time, Yang Fan really committed suicide. Even the most brilliant detective and expert would not be able to find any clues. Unfortunately, there was still an arrow shooting at Yang Fan. Lu Binzhi could only hope that Yang Fan was lucky and could avoid this arrow.
Yang Fan stepped on the Kunlun slaves and jumped another five feet, but he still couldn't avoid falling into the water. But he had just jumped four feet when a sharp bamboo pole pierced through the air. This stab was very fast, and the sharp point of the pole was not inferior to a spear. If it had hit, it would have definitely pierced through his body. However, the pole was only three feet away from him, so how could it hurt him?
This pole was not to hurt people, but to save people.
Yang Fan, who was in the air, could even faintly hear a young girl's delicate voice, "Save him!"
Yang Fan had his reasons for not wanting to enter the water unless it was absolutely necessary, but at this moment, he had no other choice. Originally he was thinking of sinking into the water, but as soon as he saw someone pass him the punching pole, he hastily dispelled the idea. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the tip of the pole. The boat maiden holding the pole pulled back, and Yang Fan swept towards the bow of the boat.
Even the most skilled archer would not be able to predict that Yang Fan would be able to change direction and sweep horizontally in the air. There was nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and this was impossible. So the arrow missed, and the sharp arrow whistled through the air, only a foot away from the bottom of Yang Fan's boots.
"Bang!"
With a soft sound, Yang Fan landed on the boat. The moment he touched the ground, the boat lady, who was over middle-aged but still beautiful, reached out to support him. Thus, the force of his landing was very light, only causing the boat to shake violently a few times.
The girl in white sat on the other side of the boat, one hand holding the side of the boat, the other hand covering her mouth, and was coughing violently. The boat shook a few times, and slowly stabilized, and the girl's coughing also became softer.
"Don't move! That's my sister! "
Seeing this scene, Dugu Yu, who had been standing on the bridge, suddenly came back to his senses and shouted. As he shouted, he rushed to the bridgehead, held the white marble railing, and said in a panic, "Ning Ke, you … what are you doing?"
Lu Binzhi frowned, and hurriedly waved his fan to stop his men's movement. In any case, Yang Fan wouldn't be able to escape. So, it would be better if the Dugu Family didn't start a feud with them. He, Lu Bin Zhi, wasn't someone who didn't know the gravity of the situation. The reason why he had dared to kill Yang Fan was because such a shocking act wouldn't be traced back to the Lu Family as long as it was done discreetly.
"Ning Ke? Sister? Dugu … Ning Ke! "
Yang Fan had just heard this name from Princess Taiping yesterday, and he did not expect to see her today. This girl who stopped between the Lotus Canal, like a gentle water lotus, was actually Dugu Ning Ke?
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