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These five men in black who sneaked into the prison were all first-class and even top masters, and their internal strength exceeded the shackles of one Jiazi. There are only a handful of such masters in the whole world.

But when they faced Yang Pan's flying knife, they had no desire to resist.

Yang Pan is no longer a newcomer to debut, his reputation is piled up with corpses one by one.

In today's world, there are only two types of people who dare to fight with Yang Pan's flying sword. One is the one who deliberately seeks death. The other is the extraordinary person who is a martial arts celestial level.

Obviously, these people are not strong-headed and can only admit defeat honestly.

"Close the door." Yang Pan added calmly.

The last man in black who entered closed the door and closed the door, and the machine brackets were automatically locked.

"Steal the keys to enter and exit the dungeon in your hands." Yang Pan said to the four people in the cell.

The man in black, who was in charge, took out the keys in a bare manner and threw them to Yang Pan from the gap in the cell.

"Haha, Yang is very curious. Where did your key come from?" Yang Pan threw the key on the table and asked with a sneer.

"Mr. Yang, I'm not sure how I got this key. Our middleman is only responsible for handing over the key to us. We really don't know who the person behind the scenes is. This is the rule of the world. If you don't believe it, you can check it." The man in black answered very bargain, with a frank tone, not like lying.

"Well, I'm sorry you don't dare to lie to me." Yang Pan nodded and responded.

This key is definitely not a fresh match.

The keys to important death rows are specially customized, the institutions are quite complex, and there are mechanisms inside.

Even if someone takes a key and goes out to find a locksmith to match, no one has the skills.

Those who have this craft are either from the Ministry of Works of the Court or skilled in the world with names and surnames. These people are all under the surveillance of the Imperial City and the Six Gates.

Besides, these people dare not give the death penalty key casually.

And judging from the quality of this key, it is definitely not a new one.

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Although this key is also a clue, Yang Pan does not have much hope for it. Since the person behind the scenes dares to take out the key, he is sure that people cannot find it out.

This key may have been matched by someone a long time ago, just in case.

Even the person who has this key is either his own or has died unexpectedly.

He went to check, but couldn't find many useful clues.

But it is still necessary to check it. However, Yang Pan will not spend too much effort and resources on this, but he will only leave it to his subordinates to check it.

"Hundreds of gangster masters, together, are you really brave." After Yang Pan said that, he picked up the key and stood up and left.

As soon as the door was closed, the four people in the black prison began to talk.

"Boss, you handed over all the keys, how can we get out?"

"Go out? Go out and die? It's so bad. If I had known this, I wouldn't have been mixed up and I would have broken myself in this time." The boss was also depressed and shouted: "We are pretty good. We have not killed people all the way, at most, it is the crime of privately entering the prison. And those guys outside will die very ugly."

Yang Pan stepped out of the prison, used his light skills to fly to the sky, and looked down at the confrontation at the gate not far away. So he used his light skills to temporarily stagnate the air. This is not a new skill. With Yang Pan's ability, the stagnate the air can last for a few minutes!

This is enough for Yang Pan to do a lot of things.

Yang Pan pulled out a row of flying knives from his arms, and Yang Pan drew the knife and fired it at the fastest speed.

In the blink of an eye, a row of twelve flying knives shot into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Pan drew out another row of flying knives and fired them with the same technique again.

A total of twenty-four flying knives were shot away in front and behind.

I saw these twenty-four flying knives turning into twenty-four rays of light, winding and twisting, flashing on the battlefield crisscrossing, and each time they interlaced, it would take away a life.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

During the six breaths, hundreds of screams rang out.

All the men in black who attacked the Six Gate's Yamen fell to the ground, and none of the constables at Six Gate were affected by flying knives, and a total of twenty-four blood-stained flying knives were inserted around them.

All the constables present were amazed by this. Such flying sword skills are truly unique in the world, and have never been seen in ancient and modern times.
Chapter completed!