"what!"
He screamed, the whole person stepped backwards and fell to the side, looking at the Xiujian on his shoulder, his face suddenly became pale.
"call out!"
The black man in strong clothes did not stop there, but fired a second Xiujian again. This time, Xiujian shot into the wind wolf's hind arm, and only heard a howling of the wolf, and he ran faster.
"call out!"
Xiujian fired again, but Feng Lang avoided it. As soon as Feng Lang avoided it, an old man behind him turned pale and froze there, watching the Xiujian come towards his brow.
Feng Jiu's face became cold, and she, who was about to take action, watched quietly after seeing Leng Shuang appearing beside the old man.
"Chang!"
The long sword blocked the Xiujian, and before the Xiujian came to the ground, it was struck by the sword in Lengshuang's hand and struck the person who shot the Xiujian.
The other party was rushing forward. He didn't expect that Xiujian would come back. He couldn't dodge for a while. He watched the Xiujian slam into his arm, and suddenly raised him, who was about to release the fourth Xiujian. After taking a breath of air, the pain in his arm came down.
"Wow!"
In front, the rushing Wind Wolf fell in a pool of blood, and in front of the Wind Wolf, standing was Du Fan with a folding fan in his hand.
He glanced at Feng Lang who was twitching on the ground, looked forward, and saw Leng Shuang and Ye Feifei, as well as the master sitting in the teahouse not far away.
He walked forward, came to Leng Shuang and Ye Feifei's side, and said, "Is it all right?"
"It's okay," the two said.Ye Feifei looked at him and said in surprise: "Brother Du, why are you here?"
"I walked around the city, thinking about coming over here to take a look. I don't want to run into an out-of-control wind wolf." He simply said and motioned: "The master is ahead, let's go!"
"Yeah." The two of them responded and followed him forward.
Of course, after walking only a few steps, they were stopped by those monks in strong black clothes.
"What are you doing?" Du Fan asked, his eyes falling on a few people.
"You hurt me!" The monk with the injured arm did not look at Du Fan, but stared at Leng Shuang with cold eyes.
"Which eye did you see?" Ye Feifei snorted and looked at the person: "I only saw that you were hurting people with a sleeve arrow."
"Looking for death!" The man snorted, raising his hand and slapped Ye Feifei's face.
Seeing this, Du Fan saw a coldness in his eyes. He shielded Ye Feifei with one hand, kicked the person with one kick, and kicked the person more than ten meters away.
"Chachachacha..."
The person was kicked back, but did not fly off the ground. Instead, his body was rubbing on the ground. Because of the force of the kick and rubbing against the ground, a few meters later, a blood stain was left on the ground.
"Hiss!"
The man screamed, only feeling the hotness behind his back, and the pain was unbearable.
Several monks in black costumes were startled. Two of them quickly helped him up a dozen meters away. At this sight, the clothes on his back had been rubbed, revealing a blood-stained back, which was shocking.
"puff!"
The man was lifted up and couldn't even stand. A mouthful of blood spewed out and splashed all over the floor. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but finally fainted uncontrollably.
Ye Feifei opened his eyes wide, and said with excitement and joy: "Brother Du, you are amazing! One kick made him faint."