Lime exploded outward.

This life-or-death struggle on the long street had reached a point where it truly astonished everyone. Even Ning Yi, who had come over, was somewhat taken aback by Chen Fan's performance and couldn't help but cheer him on.

Having waited for so long on this side of the long street, Ning Yi was not entirely unprepared for this situation, to be honest. But things had indeed gotten too big. He wasn't sure if some of his plans would work or if he could turn the tide. Chen Fan's fight was excessively valiant, and it had completely destroyed Bao Dao-yi's face, making it difficult to salvage the situation. But even he hadn't expected this to be the limit.

To assassinate Bao Dao-yi openly in this kind of situation was practically a death wish. Chen Fan was highly skilled in martial arts and fought fiercely from the beginning, followed by a tragic and brilliant performance that overshadowed everyone else. But whether it was fierce or tragic, the result was the same. No one believed that Chen Fan's assassination attempt had any chance of success, especially since the enemy had started a full-scale brawl without any reservations. The question now was how Chen Fan would be killed.

Was there still a chance of success? Almost no one would even entertain such a thought. What no one had expected was that from the very beginning, this Chen Fan, who didn't seem particularly clever, was considering the possibility of success. He was actually contemplating that one-in-a-thousand chance, from his initial attack to the subsequent siege, to being covered in wounds. He was still preparing for this moment. Now, when everyone thought it was over, he was truly… starting to draw his sword.

The instant the lime powder enveloped Bao Dao-yi, everyone was a little stunned. But among those Green Forest experts, some reacted faster than others, but none were completely at a loss. The chaos that followed happened extremely quickly. Chen Fan drew his sword and plunged into the cloud of lime powder. The shouts of the people around him, Bao Dao-yi's roar, the clash of weapons, the spurting of blood, the white powder in the air shook wildly, as if it had been cut countless times in a short period, like knife marks and chaotic whips. Even the surrounding air seemed to have been cut with white rings, and some of the white powder was stained with red.

In that instant, Chen Fan, using his final killer move, didn't know how many times he had slashed wildly. Then, a blood-red figure was sent flying like a cannonball. Two Green Forest figures were running over, and one of them had his head fly into the sky with blood. The blood-covered body crashed into a shop by the side of the road that originally had its wooden doors closed.

"Aaaaaah—"

The lime powder scattered with a bang. Bao Dao-yi's screams were mixed with shock, trepidation, and pain. In the gradually clearing vision, he was staggering backward, half of his body already dyed white. One right hand was covering his eyes, and the other hand had been cut with several bloody gashes. His shoulders and chest were almost all hit by blades, but it was impossible to tell if they were serious. But the most shocking thing was his disheveled hair. He had originally been wearing an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, with his crown and belt flowing, looking like an immortal. But just now, Chen Fan's blade had almost grazed his scalp. He didn't lose his head, but a large portion of his hair was chopped off. He looked like a madman.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him—"

The crazy, hysterical shouts came from his mouth. Bao Dao-yi flailed his arms wildly, his whole body trembling violently, his expression ferocious. No one hesitated. The Green Forest figures turned around and rushed into the broken door of the shop.

The clash of blades, a crisp and chaotic sound. The first two people rushed in, but the next moment, one of them's head flew out, and the other was cut into two pieces at the waist. In the brief exchange, this person was actually cut in half, but because the cut was slightly higher, he rolled around on the ground a few times before he died completely.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

There was nothing more to say. Bao Dao-yi was simply expressing this intention simply and intensely. Two more people rushed in, and the sounds of fighting echoed. One of them was killed in the shop, and the other staggered back out, clutching his chest, and then fell to the ground.

Those who wanted to rush in again suddenly stopped. They suddenly realized that it couldn't be Chen Fan. They could say that the previous two were killed by Chen Fan's last burst of strength, but if it happened again and again, things would become a little strange. The people who rushed up stopped one after another, looking at the quiet shop entrance. The autumn light was not strong, and it was dark inside, making it difficult to see too much. Bao Dao-yi roared a few times, looked at the wooden door, and suddenly stopped. Ning Yi reached out and stopped a group of teenagers who were about to run forward, stood for a moment.

"Go back."

"...What?"

"Go back."

A firework arrow flew into the sky and exploded.

The sounds of fighting and roaring stopped. The Black Feather Guards also stopped, uncertain. Everyone began to look at the door of the shop. Just now, it was a scene of chaos, with everyone running around. Although there were still people moving, it gave the feeling of a suffocating silence. Bao Dao-yi looked at the broken door, blinked his eyes, and lime powder fell from his eyelids.

No one knew who had come, but that moment was probably the closest Bao Dao-yi had ever been to death in his life. He would not let Chen Fan go.

The door was smashed, the tables and chairs were smashed, and in the darkness, when consciousness returned, the whole body was in pain. A successful assassination only needed one effective strike, but at this point, he was truly at the end of his strength. In that moment, he didn't know how many fists, kicks, and blades had struck him. His lower abdomen was pierced, almost a fatal wound.

Unfortunately, that assassination attempt did not achieve the desired effect. Bao Dao-yi was indeed the most outstanding expert of the Left Path in those years. Using lime powder at this time might have stunned him for a moment, but it was not enough to reduce his self-preservation response at the critical moment of life and death. In any case, even if the Green Forest people valued face, Bao Dao-yi had the most despicable people under his command, including Bao Dao-yi himself, who had done similar things before.

If he didn't die, he would die. This was a very reasonable thing, there was no need for resentment. The autumn light shone in from the broken door, and dust floated in the air. The leaves were falling. Everything seemed very quiet for a moment, but in the next moment when the thought flashed through his mind, he was slightly… stunned.

If it hadn't been for the momentary distraction, he should have felt the aura behind him immediately. If the other person was an enemy, this hesitation would have meant that he was already dead. The other person was not an enemy, on the contrary, they were even an acquaintance, but their appearance here still made him feel a little surprised.

The person sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, their tone was very calm.

"I'll buy your life, okay?"

Chen Fan took a breath and then exhaled it.

"...Oh."

******************

The atmosphere on the long street was only suffocating for a short moment.

"Who is it…"

"Find him out…"

No one believed that Bao Dao-yi would let it go, and not many people believed that there were many people in Hangzhou City who dared to stroke Bao Dao-yi's beard like Chen Fan. The firework arrow exploded in the sky, and the two people surrounding Bao Dao-yi suddenly rushed towards the wooden door. The hole in the door became bigger with a crash, and the two rushed in, followed by fierce fighting sounds and swaying figures.

One of these two was named Xiong Gao-xu, nicknamed Mountain-Splitting Hand, and the other was named Wan Jia-jun, nicknamed Living Buddha Sword. They were both relatively core first-class experts around Bao Dao-yi, although not as good as Lu Tuo, they were not to be underestimated. However, in a short while, Xiong Gao-xu shouted and retreated, half of his body was covered in blood. The next moment, Wan Jia-jun was blasted out like a cannonball, his body rolled several times on the ground. He barely stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Yi had originally told a group of teenagers to go back, but they were still standing there. Ning Yi was also watching the development of the situation. It wasn't until this scene appeared that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, "Go back to the teahouse and watch, don't go forward."

Mountain-Splitting Hand Xiong Gao-xu suffered external injuries, which were relatively light. It should have been a hit on his right shoulder, and blood was flowing down his arm. Half of his body was trembling slightly. Everyone looked at them, Xiong Gao-xu calmed his mind and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "...Sleeves of the Universe." After a moment, he added, "Heavenly Southern Overlord Blade." (Tian Nan Ba Dao)

The Overlord Blade Camp was relatively low-key in the Fang La military system, but before the rebellion, the Overlord Blade Manor (Ba Dao Zhuang) of Tiannan Martial World, at least in the Green Forest, had a great reputation. After the rebellion, countless people joined the rebel army, mixing good and bad. Under the low-key situation of the Overlord Blade Camp, not many people cared about their affairs, but at least for martial artists like Xiong Gao-xu who had made a name for themselves early on, some things were still clear. Heavenly Southern Overlord Blade, plus Sleeves of the Universe, there was only one person who fit this name.

Bao Dao-yi suddenly flicked his horsetail whisk. With a whoosh, the lime powder on his body scattered around like an explosion: "Tear down that door!" But before anyone could act, figures began to appear at the doorway.

Appearing there was a middle-aged man in a long robe, with his sleeves folded, an Orosian crown high on his head. Behind him, several figures with swords also appeared, and two other figures appeared on the roof of the house.

Not many martial artists recognized these people, but those who did recognize them all took a breath. Du Sha the "Sky Piercing Blade", Luo Bing-ren the "Sin Burning Blade", Fang Shu-chang the "Reclusive Blade", Zheng Qi-ming the "Nine Deaths Blade", Ji Qian-er the "Mandarin Duck Blade", Zheng Hui-huan the "Golden Back Blade", Qian Luo-ning the "Feather Blade" – all under the command of the Overlord Blade Manor Lord. This was originally the "kill a man, pay a life, owe money, repay debt" lineup. Liu Da-biao's blade skills had reached perfection, and at his daughter's request, he took eight people as his direct disciples. The first four were taught the authentic Overlord Blade skills, and the last four were relatively young. Liu Da-biao was proficient in all the blade skills in the world, and he taught them according to their aptitude. After the rebellion, after several major battles, the sixth Old Gu Zai-lai died on the battlefield, and the eight were missing one, but now these seven were all masters who could stand alone.

As for the leader, it was Liu Tian-nan, the general manager of the Overlord Blade Camp. Although he had always been the general manager of the Overlord Blade Manor over the years and did not involve himself in many Jianghu affairs, as an old brother who fought alongside Liu Da-biao, if the name "Sleeves of the Universe" were to be taken out, few people in the know would dare to disrespect him. This name was real gold, and its meaning was completely different from the "Bloodhanded Human Butcher" he had been dealing with all day recently.

At this time, in the innermost part of the room, there was a faint figure sitting there, with a long sword case standing in front of it.

Overlord Blade, Liu Da-biao!

In front of everyone, Liu Tian-nan cupped his hands towards Bao Dao-yi: "Greetings, Heavenly Master Bao, excuse me."

"Overlord Blade…" With so many people coming forward now, it was no longer the nature of an assassination by one person. Bao Dao-yi slightly suppressed his hysterical emotions, "Are you standing up for Chen Fan?"

"Heavenly Master is too serious." Liu Tian-nan cupped his hands and nodded, "It's not about standing up for him. Our Manor Lord said that today's matter was the Heavenly Master's fault first, and Chen Fan's insubordination second. Our Manor Lord wants to buy Chen Fan's life. Since both sides are at fault, how about we let this matter pass?"

Liu Tian-nan opened his mouth and said that it was the Heavenly Master's fault first, and Bao Dao-yi's face almost twitched: "My fault first!?"

"The inside story, it's not convenient to say more at this time in broad daylight. Anyway, you and I both know it well. Today, our Overlord Blade Camp rescued a group of women, and there are still many things to deal with…"

"Your Overlord Blade Camp is courting death!" With a bang, Bao Dao-yi slapped the carriage next to him. The sudden occurrence of this matter was actually somewhat unexpected. Liu Tian-nan was somewhat unreasonable, and he came out and said that it was Bao Dao-yi's fault, and he also put on a fair attitude. If Ning Yi were to say it, this method of first calling a deer a horse had a bit of his own style. However, speaking of rescuing a group of women, Bao Dao-yi also reacted, but he was already extremely angry today and would never let it go. He slapped down, interrupting the other party's words: "There's nothing to say, Chen Fan must die today. If you want to protect him, don't blame me for not talking about the past with Liu Da-biao. How many people does your Overlord Blade Camp have in Hangzhou!"

The scene became quiet. Liu Tian-nan looked over there. After a long while, he said word by word: "Eight! Hundred!"

"Do you know how many people I have in Hangzhou?" In Bao Dao-yi's voice, countless footsteps were already sounding from near and far. This was Bao Dao-yi's men responding to the firework arrow just now. As they approached, Bao Dao-yi also suppressed his tone: "I'll say it again, there's nothing to say about today's matter, I must have Chen Fan's life. If you don't leave him behind, none of you will be able to leave. Do you really want to be my enemy!?"

Liu Tian-nan did not speak, but Du Sha and the others on the side just sneered. Killing intent and ferocity faintly appeared, and they were actually ready for battle. After a moment, a voice came from the room. The voice was slightly hoarse, the tone was not high but it resounded throughout the audience: "Uncle Bao, I must have Chen Fan alive today, do you… really want to be my enemy?"

To those who were not familiar with the voice, it only sounded like the voice of a young master in his early twenties. Originally, he had heard that Liu Da-biao had been famous for a long time and was a rough man with a hairy chest. He really didn't understand why the speaker was a young man. Could it be the son of Overlord Blade Liu Da-biao? Only those who were familiar with the voice could hear that the speaker was a woman.

Bao Dao-yi did not speak, and he did not want to speak anymore.

In the room not far away on the side, Wenren Bu'er looked at this tense, solemn, and imminent scene, and his heart couldn't help but churn. He didn't know why the Overlord Blade Camp would take over Chen Fan with such a resolute attitude, but Bao Dao-yi was obviously unable to retreat. If Chen Fan didn't die, it would be difficult for him to maintain his position in the Jianghu. But since the Overlord Blade Camp had already taken action, it was probably a one-way street. Wenren Bu'er looked at the figure on the street in the distance. From beginning to end, he didn't seem to participate in this matter. Chen Fan was the one who shined, the Overlord Blade was the one who took over the situation, and he was just leading the children over in a hurry, and then pulling people back with a lack of face.

But calculating ten steps ahead…

Meeting such a situation, how could he not stir up the wind and rain…

Things and feelings were actually a bit absurd. He didn't know Ning Yi very well. Now, the Wu Dynasty was preparing to launch a Northern Expedition, but it had to turn its attention back to this place in Jiangnan. Tong Guan's 150,000 troops were heading south to recover Hangzhou. Fang Qi-fo led his elite troops to contain them everywhere, strengthening the walls and clearing the fields. Fang La announced that he was going to become emperor and make a name for himself, and he was working hard. Li Tian-run returned to the city to reorganize the internal army. He and countless court spies were acting everywhere, trying to drill usable small holes in the defenses of the Yongle Dynasty. During this period, he received Qin Hui's order to find a way to save Ning Yi out of the city, but it could only be regarded as an extremely small episode.

But at this time, not many people could realize that this scholar, who was still troubled by how to get out of the city, had slightly manipulated a small matter in the situation. In Wenren Bu'er's eyes, this matter seemed to have turned into an invisible hand, stirring up the wind and rain, tearing open a gap that no one could tear open, and severely checked the situation. This check was not in front of Bao Dao-yi, but in front of Fang La, in front of the entire Yongle Dynasty.

Ha, calculating ten steps ahead…

He thought so, looking into the distance, Ning Yi stood in the crowd, watching this scene like all the onlookers, and the figure was still vaguely covering his mouth and yawning.

The atmosphere was frozen for a long time, Bao Dao-yi's first batch of men was already close to the nearby streets. In the room, Liu Da-biao opened his mouth: "Since that's the case, Uncle Bao, let me give you a poem."

The first team appeared on the street over there, Bao Dao-yi laughed: "Haha, virtuous niece, you can still write poetry… Can you do needlework!?"

For the people inside the Fang La military system, Liu Xi-gua's actions have always been under the name of her father. After everyone got used to it, they knew it tacitly, and they all called her Liu Da-biao. But at this time, Bao Dao-yi was extremely angry, and obviously he was going to use this to satirize her. However, he couldn't say too much. The other side was silent for a moment, and it seemed that someone had spread out paper and pen. When Liu Xi-gua spoke again, there was already some anger in her tone. The first sentence of the poem came out word by word, with internal force, and resounded throughout the street.

"Zhao Ke… man hu ying—"

Like Chen Fan, having survived dozens of battlefields, when she spoke angrily at this time, the tone was like soldiers and thunder. Suddenly, the entire street was filled with the killing atmosphere of the soldiers. The people of the Overlord Blade Camp began to appear in the surrounding alleys and rooftops. The smoke of the desert beacon, the iron horse and the ice river, the iron horse and the ice river came into the dream! Everyone's heartstrings instantly began to tighten, and the poems became a foil.

"Form an array." Bao Dao-yi waved his hand down.

Only Ning Yi, lazily covered his forehead on this side, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn… this is too pretentious, this woman has no sense of shame…"

*************

Recently, I plan to update more often, um, that's it. (To be continued.) Vote for recommendation, monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)

Support (Complete Novel Site) Share this site with those little friends who need it! Leave a message if you can't find a book!