The sound of clappers, gongs, and drums filled the air, and the sentries hidden everywhere in the Yang Mansion gathered here one after another. The archers nocked their arrows and aimed at the three people who were fighting like lanterns, but did not dare to shoot.
The speed at which the three people changed positions was too fast, and their eyesight could not keep up. If they shot an arrow, it was hard to tell who it would hit.
As soon as Cai Dongcheng and Wu Shaodong exchanged blows with Yang Fan, they found out that this person's martial arts were very high.
An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous. Yang Fan's hands were full of daggers and daggers, tightly entangled with them, attacking their vital points. They also wanted to retreat and let the archers shoot Yang Fan like a hedgehog, but Yang Fan was very tight, and they could not escape. If they retreated now, they would be stabbed by Yang Fan, so they could only constantly change their positions and attack fiercely with their daggers.
On the surface, the two daggers whistled through the air, as if the assassin was completely enveloped in their attacks, but in reality, they knew that they were suffering. They wanted to escape, but they did not have the strength to do so.
However, the surrounding guards could not tell what was going on. They all thought that the two generals had gained the upper hand, so they just tightly guarded the doors to prevent the assassin from escaping.
Yang Fan was entangled with the two people, and his body gradually shrank under the flashing daggers, as if he was about to be chopped into pieces by the two sharp Thousand Bull Sabers. Suddenly, Yang Fan laughed, and his short sword suddenly burst out with a brilliance that was even more brilliant than Cai Dongcheng's Thousand Bull Saber.
His dagger was tighter and tighter, and with every step he took, it was impossible to tell how many times he stabbed. Cai Dongcheng was retreating, and with every step, the dagger in his hand danced like a wheel of light, desperately resisting Yang Fan's crazy counterattack. Behind them, Wu Shaodong's body swayed a little, and he suddenly stabbed his saber into the ground to support his body.
A dagger was stabbed into his chest, all the way to the hilt. At the critical moment, Yang Fan let go of the dagger in his hand and let it fly out, directly piercing his heart and severing his arteries and veins. Yang Fan was very clear that Wu Shaodong didn't have long to live, that's why he gathered all his strength to capture Cai Dongcheng.
He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. As long as Cai Dongcheng broke away from the battle, he would be in danger. The situation took a turn for the worse, and everyone became nervous. All the archers drew their bowstrings and pointed their arrowheads forward, following the movements of the two figures, but they did not dare to shoot the arrow.
"The Shaozhou Murder Case, 147 lives! Die, you bastard! "
In the midst of the fierce battle, Yang Fan suddenly roared out these words like a spring thunder! Everyone was guessing his intention, and everyone was guessing the assassin's goal. Today, he publicly fought, and also publicly announced his reason for appearing here. He was seeking justice for all the elders of the Peach Blossom Village, for his parents, and for his Elder Sister!
As soon as the word "come" came out, Yang Fan suddenly leaped backward. Their figures suddenly separated, but Cai Dongcheng was still wielding his saber, and quickly retreated. He retreated three steps in a row, and only then was he able to catch his breath. Under the illumination of the lanterns and torches, cries of alarm could be heard. Cai Dongcheng's body was covered with blood, and the blood was gurgling out. In an instant, his robe was dyed red. No one knew how many times he had been stabbed by Yang Fan in that instant.
Yang Fan's figure rapidly retreated until he reached Wu Shaodong's side. Wu Shaodong was already dead, but his stiff body was still leaning on the steel saber. Yang Fan leaped up like a hare and landed on the ground, and in a flash, he arrived beside Wu Shaodong, and snatched his Thousand Bull Saber. Wu Shaodong's body lost its support and fell forward.
The saber in Yang Fan's hand flashed with a white light, and a head fell to the ground.
Not far away, Cai Dongcheng's eyes were lifeless as he watched all of this. He powerlessly raised his saber, and then loosened his hand. The saber in his hand fell to the ground, and his body also slowly leaned back.
Yang Fan raised his hand, and a light wheel appeared in his palm, whistling as it rolled toward Cai Dongcheng. At the same time, his figure rapidly retreated, retreating toward the house that Cai Dongcheng and Wu Shaodong had just emerged from.
A light green silhouette flashed past the steps, flashed past the door, and suddenly flashed into the room. As soon as the figure entered the room, the two doors immediately closed with a bang. Several timely sharp arrows were nailed into the door, and the good quality nanmu door was pierced through.
"Hu!"
The rotating saber wheel swept past the neck of Cai Dongcheng, who was about to fall, and chopped off his head. Not only did this assassin kill someone, he even risked the danger of being hit by the sharp arrows and insisted on chopping off the other person's head. Even if the other person was already dead, he still insisted on mutilating the corpse. What kind of hatred was this?
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that a general of the Fengchen Guards and four generals of the Thousand Oxen Guards had all been decapitated. Five people, five heads. These generals of the Fengchen Guards had only come to help them capture the thief, so how did they end up incurring such hatred from this assassin?
Everyone was holding their weapons, and standing there with torches. Looking at the two headless corpses on the ground, their hearts were filled with waves of cold.
Just as they were panicking, thick smoke accompanied by fire came out of the house. The assassin had set fire to the house. Immediately after, flames began to rise everywhere, and the entire Yang Residence was lit up in the night sky of Luoyang.
The entire Yang Residence had become a pot of porridge. There were people saving people, people running for their lives, people trying to save their belongings …
There were cries, roars, curses …
The workshop attendants, Marquis of Wu, the soldiers, the officials of the Ministry of Justice, the officials of Luo Yang Prefecture, and the servants of the Yang Family. These people all had their own commanders and did not belong to any of them. In such a chaotic situation, they were all like headless flies. Under the command of their superiors, they were all trying to deal with the situation before them.
The assassin had not left yet. He flashed left and right, incessantly setting fire, turning the entire Yang Residence upside down. The soldiers chased after him relentlessly, but he appeared and disappeared like a fish in water in the Yang Residence. Bows and arrows were completely useless in this chaotic situation.
It seemed that after killing the person he wanted to kill, the assassin's wish had been fulfilled, and he only wanted to cause trouble. Although he could not cause too much damage to the Yang Residence under the pressure of the soldiers, he did not leave. Instead, he set fire everywhere and injured people. The number of workers and soldiers he injured was no less than ten. In the end, other than the soldiers who were enraged, as long as the others saw the assassin appear, they would scatter, not daring to fight at all.
"Save me …"
"Put out the fire …"
"Quick, take out the valuables inside …"
"Catch the assassin!"
Amidst the rising and falling shouts, Yang Fan also stumbled out.
His shoulder was injured, and he covered it with one hand. He was only wearing a small shirt, and his hair was disheveled. He looked incomparably miserable.
Because he was determined to cut off Wu Shaodong and Cai Dongcheng's heads, Yang Fan's movements were still a moment too slow. The moment he dodged into the room, a sharp arrow passed through the gap of the door and hit him in the shoulder. In order to avoid being seen by others, he simply stabbed his own wound with a knife. Earlier, he had used the knife to injure people for this purpose.
Steward Liu grabbed a person and shouted to put out the fire. Yang Fan, who had just found someone to help him bandage his wound, was also grabbed as a strong man. He broke a branch from somewhere and desperately beat it a few times. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he went around to the other side of the fire. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he dashed into a house that had not yet caught on fire.
In a moment, Yang Fan came out through the back window, and the fire in the room was already lit. Not long after, Yang Fan appeared in another fire. He splashed a basin of water on the burning torch, then carried the basin and ran back. On the way to the pond, he killed two soldiers who were alone.
After a while, the kitchen in the side courtyard also caught on fire. Then, in front of Yang Mingsheng's bedroom, a bucket of vegetable oil fell to the ground and turned into a raging fire.
"Oh, what's wrong, what's wrong?"
Yang Fan was running in panic when he bumped into a person and fell to the ground together. The person got up in a panic. It was Yang Mingsheng's little attendant, Mu Ninger.
Yang Mingsheng could not study, nor could he handle official business. He could not even drink tea, and his temper had become more and more strange. Therefore, Mu Ninger did not need to serve him these days. His dormitory was lent to an inspector of the Ministry of Justice, and he himself moved to the front residence. At this time, he had just run to the back residence.
Mu Ninger cried, "The assassins have set the fire! Many people have been killed. Put out the fire, save Ah Lang! Ah Lang's residence is on fire! "
"Hurry up, save Ah Lang!"
Steward Liu appeared at the door of Yang Mingsheng's bedroom with a face full of smoke. He cried, "Hurry up, save Ah Lang!"
At this time, most of the houses were made of wood, so it was easy to catch fire. Moreover, Yang Fan had poured a bucket of vegetable oil on the ground, which made the fire even fiercer. The fire was so fierce that the doors and windows were sealed. Even those who were three or four feet away could feel the heat wave hitting their faces. Who dared to go forward?
Steward Liu raised his hand to the sky and shouted, "Save Ah Lang! One hundred thousand, reward him one hundred thousand! "
Money was something that could only be earned and spent if one was alive. The assassins were killing people everywhere. Now, even the servants of the Yang Mansion were hiding and looking for a way to survive. It was fine for a few family members to pour a bucket of water on the fire, but who would be willing to rush into the burning house to save people? Everyone pretended not to hear.
"One million! Whoever saves Ah Lang will be rewarded with one million! "
Steward Liu was so anxious that he could not find his wife in the chaos. So, he simply took over the house and offered a reward of one million.
In the raging fire, Yang Fan stepped forward bravely and said, "I'll go!"
The servants and maids around him all looked at him, only to see him standing in the eye of the money, with the word "Kai" above his head, the word "Yuan" under his feet, the word "Tong" in his left hand, and the word "Bao" in his right hand. The image of a shy and shy boy suddenly became unusually tall.
Steward Liu said excitedly, "Good, good, good! Hurry up and save Ah Lang, I won't go back on my word!"
Yang Fan snatched a quilt, and a few servants beside him immediately carried a few buckets of water and poured it on the quilt. Yang Fan wrapped the soaked quilt, dashed a few steps, and threw himself into the bonfire …
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