All the inner energy is gathered together.

Yang Xuan swung his knife fiercely.

Wahai's reaction was unexpectedly slow.

Boom!

He and Wang Laoer exchanged moves.

The light of the knife flashed.

Bang!

Wang Laoer flew out upside down.

Yang Xuan's horizontal sword shattered.

Wahai took a few steps back, and the clothes on his chest and abdomen suddenly tore open, and blood dripped out.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan, "I was careless."

but!

Yang Xuan is right in front of you!

Wahai's inner breath rushed inside his body, and he was unable to move at all.

Wahai smiled stiffly, stretched out his hand, and unexpectedly there was a small half blade in his hand, "Death!"

This is to take the leader back!

Yang Xuan looked at all this in despair.

One hand suddenly grabbed the blade.

The old thief suddenly appeared in front of Wahai and blocked Yang Xuan. He was panting, panting like crazy.

Wahai was startled, then pushed hard.

The old thief's hands were filled with blood.

He was pushed back but refused to let go.

"Mr. Lang, retreat..." the old thief shouted sternly.

Wahai suddenly coughed, which was the injury caused to him by Wang Laoer.

He stepped on the ground with his toes, and the old thief suddenly let go and pounced on him, biting his calf.

"ah!"

In severe pain, Wahai raised his hands and prepared to hit him.

This blow can break the old thief's spine.

A fist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Wahai looked up and saw Yang Xuan's face.

This person didn't run away?

As soon as Wahai moved his legs, the old thief was ejected.

A slap appeared behind him.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly came.

"The Tang Dynasty scouts are here, who is fighting over there?"

More than ten horses came galloping.

"Array up!"

There were loud shouts from the scout team.

"Bow and arrow!"

Amidst the squeaking sound of the bowstring, Wahai's figure flashed, turned around and took a deep look at Yang Xuan, and said solemnly:

"I will wait for you!"

Before the arrow could fly, Wahai flew away.

In the night sky, the figure looked like a ghost.

"Chase!"

More than ten riders actually wanted to chase him.

"Stop!"

Yang Xuan called out to them.

There was a clatter of horse hooves, and more than ten horses came forward to surround them.

After verifying the identity, the leading sergeant said: "Does Yang Ming's house know the background of the other party?"

"Wahai from the Waxie tribe." Yang Xuan helped the old thief sit by the fire and asked, "How is it?"

The old thief smiled miserably and said, "I can't die."

Yang Xuan then brought Wang Laoer over.

"Second brother, second child!"

Wang Laoer's face was covered in blood and he looked scary.

He opened his eyes, and was shocked at first. After seeing that it was Yang Xuan, he relaxed. The corners of his mouth cracked, "Lang Jun is still there..."

"Yeah!" Yang Xuan could only hum, otherwise his sore nose would burst into tears.

Wang Laoer was happy, "Mr., meat."

"Um!"

He was holding someone with one arm and was so happy.

Overjoyed.

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Chapter completed!