罡 winds howled. With a carriage between them, a distance of about eight or nine *zhang*, Bao Dao-yi moved with the speed of thunder and lightning, closing the gap in the blink of an eye. Chen Fan didn't hesitate to meet him head-on. Search: \(?Complete?Book?God?Station) to read high-quality literature for free.

The surrounding people surged forward, but didn't immediately attack, instead forming a large circle. For these followers, Bao Dao-yi's brazen attack was unexpected. However, being able to climb to such a high position in Fang La's regime, which was built solely on brute force, meant that Bao Dao-yi's martial arts were not weak. In his youth, he had made a great name for himself through his own skills. Although he had indulged in carnal pleasures over the years, the Daoist school had many techniques for replenishing and nourishing oneself. Therefore, while enjoying power, his martial arts hadn't deteriorated. The almost instantaneous movement he displayed in those few steps was enough to prove his prowess. With a flick of his horsetail whisk and a swift iron palm, he was both fierce and unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided. As the crowd gathered, they had already exchanged several blows with a crackling sound. Their speed was fast, and their power was astonishing. The body of the fourth carriage next to them was struck heavily during their exchange, and then the wooden wheels were directly kicked off. The carriage body tilted and was dragged forward a few meters by the horses before collapsing.

Bao Dao-yi's palm and horsetail whisk techniques followed a fierce path, but his movements were as fast as lightning. However, this speed wasn't for dodging, but to increase the destructive power even further. Horsetail whisk combined with leg kicks, elbow strikes, and knee thrusts, and when his palms swung, the edges were as sharp as knives. As he attacked with anger, he seemed to have three heads and six arms, each attack being incredibly fierce. Chen Fan, on the other hand, let out a violent roar of "Ah—" at this moment, unleashing his full speed, attacking wildly and smashing, engulfing Bao Dao-yi's upper body in a storm of attacks.

He had just charged through several people's attacks to kill, each feint aimed at his opponent's lower body, but at this moment, his steps were steady, and his fists were as fast as lightning. He was using the cannon hammer *gongfu*, which was extremely common in the *jianghu* at this time. This *gongfu* is found in later generations of Tai Chi and has also spawned styles such as the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer, but at this time, it was just a simple external *gongfu*, with a forceful and savage fist wind, like a cannon or hammer.

Warriors like them usually paid attention to cultivating their *qi*. During fights, they could speak and breathe with great rhythm, but Chen Fan's sudden outburst was no longer just breathing. In that loud shout, the breathing in his mouth moved like bellows, pushing his power to the peak of its explosion. His cannon hammer fists came out one after another, all aimed at Bao Dao-yi's upper body vital points: temples, forehead, neck, Adam's apple, waist ribs, and diaphragm. Ordinary people attacking others would only aim at one vital point at most, but in this short moment, Chen Fan's attack seemed to cover the opponent's entire upper body, with countless straight punches, taking the shortest path to blast out, retract, blast out, retract, blast out, retract, blast out, blast out, blast out, blast out, blast out, creating a rumbling sound in the air.

The onlookers almost all widened their eyes. These countless straight punches were actually just derived from a simple upward-pointing hammer in the cannon hammer, but few people could achieve this level of striking in such a short moment. No one could withstand it, and the momentum looked as if a stone pillar would be broken by him.

But Bao Dao-yi's martial arts were indeed remarkable. His entire upper body was suddenly engulfed, but his hands and feet launched relentless attacks. His upper body constantly moved forward and backward, dodging, and Chen Fan's body would also lean back when the opponent used a vicious move, but the attack in his hand didn't stop at all. This crazy offensive and defensive situation only lasted a few breaths. Bao Dao-yi suddenly shouted: "Die—" and slapped Chen Fan's chest. Chen Fan ruthlessly swung his fist straight at his temple. Then the horsetail whisk hit his chest, and Bao Dao-yi's left shoulder was hit by Chen Fan's continuous straight punches. He kicked Chen Fan.

The horsetail whisk, along with clothing scraps and blood, splattered in the air. Bao Dao-yi used this kick to retreat more than ten feet, and Chen Fan also took a few steps back. As the two were about to charge forward again, a figure flew over with a bang: "This guy is mine! I'm going to beat him to death!" and exchanged two punches with Chen Fan head-on.

Bao Dao-yi reached out and patted his shoulder, which had been hit by Chen Fan, and stopped there, gritting his teeth. At that moment, he had hit Chen Fan a total of three times. It seemed that he hadn't suffered much and had gained the upper hand, and even Chen Fan's chest was bleeding from his horsetail whisk. However, Bao Dao-yi only felt horror in his heart. He understood that the three blows he had landed on Chen Fan were not very heavy, and even the last kick was mainly to kick Chen Fan away and create distance. The punch that Chen Fan had hit him with almost made his entire left arm unable to lift, causing pain that went deep into his bones.

He didn't know much about Chen Fan's skills before. He knew that Chen Fan was Fang Qi-fo's closed disciple, and that Chen Fan was quite brave, charging and seizing flags on the battlefield without falling behind. Moreover, he could fight back and forth with Liu Xi-gua, so he was naturally considered a first-class expert. However, although Fang Qi-fo had taught this disciple, he had not started to reuse him, which should be to protect and hone him. Bao Dao-yi understood this.

Being able to fight back and forth with Liu Xi-gua and having Fang Qi-fo's guidance naturally made him a first-class expert. But Liu Xi-gua and Chen Fan were both juniors. In his opinion, it would be easy for him to kill them. Chen Fan had been maintaining order in the city some time ago and had beaten many of his subordinates. He just regarded it as a junior making trouble and didn't want to bother with him out of respect for Buddha Commander. But he never expected that this young man, who had been trained by Buddha Commander and had been hiding his strength until now, had reached such a level of skill. If it were a fair fight, he might have already surpassed him.

The real first-class experts had accompanied him on this trip, but the five or six people who were similar in skill to him and could compete with Chen Fan were in the carriages behind him, like him. When he attacked in anger just now, these people couldn't intervene, lest they be accused of bullying the few with the many. But the one who suddenly attacked was the burly, tall, and scarred Fiendish Yama Lu Tuo. If Qin Si-yuan's second son, Qin Shao-qian, were here, he would definitely recognize him.

When several Liao assassins assassinated Qin Si-yuan, the leading noble son was rescued later. The most skilled martial artist escorting him along the way was this person. If Qin Shao-qian hadn't used a plan to force him away, Qin Shao-qian and the young general Xu Xiao-hu beside him would have faced a difficult battle. At that time, the wanted notices for him were widely distributed throughout the country. After Qin Si-yuan's return, the pursuit efforts were increased. He had no choice but to join the rebel army. He joined the rebel army somewhat late, but his martial arts were amazing and he was highly valued by Bao Dao-yi. However, his temperament was also extremely unruly. He had been stationed at Gu-tong Temple before, but Chen Fan had intercepted him, which he regarded as a great humiliation. At this time, he was probably the only one who dared to put on this tiger-snatching posture in front of Bao Dao-yi.

Lu Tuo was burly and more than a head taller than Chen Fan. His strength was great, but Chen Fan usually excelled in strength. Seeing this person intervene, he just snorted coldly and met him head-on. In a short moment, they had already exchanged several punches.

"Kill him!"

"Beat this kid to death and remove his hands and feet!"

Lu Tuo was different from Bao Dao-yi. At this time, the encirclement had been formed, and someone shouted loudly. Although Lu Tuo and Chen Fan were fighting head-on, their movements were also extremely fast, and the surrounding people reached out to help. In fact, the situation at this time had basically been determined. Dozens of people against one, no matter how high Chen Fan's martial arts were. He was surrounded by everyone at this time and was not at all at a disadvantage in the fight with Lu Tuo, and it seemed that his skills were still at their peak. But even so, everyone knew that the momentum that had almost overwhelmed everyone head-on just now was impossible. The suspense was only when this young man would fall at such a moment.

Everyone knew Lu Tuo's strength and ferocity. He was covered in scars and had been through countless battles. Chen Fan and him were at most evenly matched, but in this case, Chen Fan could only die at his hands. Almost everyone around had such a feeling, and those who watched from a distance probably had the same feeling. At least in terms of body proportions, the power contrast was clear at a glance. The children of the "Righteous Qi Society" were about to rush out, but Ning Yi had rushed over and blocked them.

"Don't go if you don't want Chen Fan to die! This is no longer your fight..."

"Why can't we go? We'll fight them! Isn't Brother Chen Fan going to die? What's the point of us not going..."

"You'll die if you go. If you don't go... maybe there's still a chance..."

Ning Yi frowned and looked around. After all, the "Righteous Qi Society" wasn't inclined towards him. One of the teenagers still wanted to rush out, but he grabbed him by the neck and pressed him back onto the stool.

The children of the "Youth League" on another building were also struggling at this time whether to go or not. They had prepared bags of lime powder and small buckets of water, but they were stopped by Ning Yi at this time.

Ning Yi frowned, watching the fight over there.

The situation was chaotic and changed rapidly. Ning Yi had only seen a similar situation once. When Lu Hong-ti assassinated Song Xian, he was ambushed by more than 20 elite Wu-lie Army soldiers. Relatively speaking, the elite Wu-lie Army soldiers were naturally not as skilled as the tall black man in front of him, but the cooperation of these *jianghu* people was a mess. The elite in the army could exert extremely terrifying power in their mutual attacks and cooperation. At that time, Song Xian thought he had ambushed Lu Hong-ti, but Lu Hong-ti turned around and killed him head-on against such resistance. It can be said that he truly proved the Dao with strength.

But at this time, Ning Yi didn't see much hope. He could only watch for a while.

In a corner on one side of the long street, Wenren Bu-er's eyes were also watching the fight on the long street. Ning Yi had gone to him at noon today, asking him to come and see what would happen, and whether there was anything worth using or making a fuss about. He came over and saw this happen, and he was a little surprised, but obviously, there was not much room to intervene at this time.

Chen Fan, who suddenly attacked, was highly skilled in martial arts, and this fight was extremely brave. He was thinking that since Ning Li-heng had called him over, perhaps he could have some ideas for manipulating the situation. But looking at Ning Yi over there, he obviously couldn't do anything about it either.

The battle here had reached fifty or sixty moves. Chen Fan suddenly crouched down and changed his fighting style. His steps were agile and fast. In the blink of an eye, he circled half a circle, pounced, separated Lu Tuo's punch with both hands, hugged his waist, and suddenly pushed him out. Lu Tuo stabilized his body and smashed down with a punch, but Chen Fan hugged his leg, and the two fell to the ground together. Getting up, Lu Tuo punched, but had already lost his target. When he turned his head, an extremely fierce punch had already hit him hard on the head, knocking him away and rolling all over the ground.

The two had fought with their fists for a long time, and both Chen Fan and him were covered in blood, but they didn't expect Chen Fan to still have something in reserve at this time. Lu Tuo roared and climbed up, but Chen Fan had already rushed over. The two exchanged a few moves, and Chen Fan once again chopped his neck with a palm, followed by a rain of fists.

In this situation, Lu Tuo was still not Chen Fan's opponent. Everyone in their hearts felt a little unbelievable. At this time, a spear pierced out from the crowd, cutting a bloody gash on Chen Fan's leg.

The battle between Lu Tuo and Chen Fan could only be said to be slightly at a disadvantage, and it would take a long time to fight. The attack by the surrounding warriors obviously hurt Lu Tuo a lot. He roared: "Don't interfere!" Chen Fan suffered an attack that was almost not even a flesh wound. He just sneered, let go of Lu Tuo, and suddenly rushed to the side.

Suddenly, there was a mess, and knives, spears, swords, and halberds were all drawn. There was a series of clanging sounds. Chen Fan was hit three times in a row, and when blood spurted out, he grabbed the one who used the spear and pulled him out of the encirclement, pressed him on the ground, and smashed his Adam's apple, laughing loudly: "Haha, Bao Dao-yi—"

Bao Dao-yi over there was furious and waved his hand: "Kill him!"

The situation became chaotic again. Chen Fan grabbed two weapons and tried to rush left and right in the crowd. His experience in saving his life on the battlefield was extremely rich, but in this situation, it was obviously not very useful. Blood began to flow continuously from his body. He dodged Lu Tuo's pursuit, and he took the opportunity to break the legs of several people or open their abdomens.

But in the end, he was at the end of his rope…

Those who witnessed this scene more or less had such feelings in their hearts. The children over there were already restless again and began to prepare to rush out. At this time, someone came over from one end of the long street.

More than twenty people, dressed in black, with swords, the leader was An Xi-fu.

"Stop!"

"An Xi-fu, you can't control this!"

Almost at the moment An Xi-fu spoke, Bao Dao-yi pointed over there with a stern voice. An Xi-fu also drew his sword and stepped forward: "The Princess ordered me to be in charge of security in the city. You are fighting in the city, why don't you stop!"

"Chen Fan wants to assassinate this National Teacher. Even if you take it to Buddha Commander, you can't protect him! An Xi-fu, get out of my way!"

"That's also something that will happen after taking it to Buddha Commander. Heavenly Master Bao, today my Black Feather Guards are here, so it's up to my Black Feather Guards to arrest people. Please order your subordinates to withdraw!"

"No! Way!"

An Xi-fu stood there, clenching his teeth. The battle was still going on over there. The next moment, he said: "Attack."

"You dare!"

Bao Dao-yi shouted, and the group of Black Feather Guards hesitated. An Xi-fu glanced back coldly: "Attack!" After speaking, he rushed straight forward, and more than twenty Black Feather Guards followed and rushed up.

"Block them! Kill Chen Fan!"

A melee and chaos, Chen Fan was still trapped in the middle of the crowd. He almost became a blood man in the melee. Over here, the Black Feather Guards could not disperse the defense line composed of more than ten *jianghu* people at all. After all, Bao Dao-yi was the National Protector Heavenly Master, and a group of subordinates had no intention of fighting at this time. An Xi-fu's martial arts were limited, and he only broke into the outer circle, and he was hit by two knives on his body. Ning Yi had already waved his hand, calling on a group of teenagers to go over with lime, but at this time, a scene that everyone did not expect happened in front of everyone.

The most intense battle over there was still the one that surrounded Chen Fan. The *jianghu* people's cooperation was not very good, and Chen Fan rushed left and right, disrupting the entire situation, but it was still impossible for him to rush out. He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and even if he could avoid vital points every time, his steps had become slow and staggering. But at this most chaotic moment, when everyone wanted to cut him with a knife, two people's bodies flew up in front of him, and amazing blood sprayed into the sky.

Fist *gang* broke the wind like a tiger's roar!

"Bao—"

Chen Fan's body pounced several meters away, rolled, got up, knives and swords were handed over, and he ran, knocking away one person in front who didn't have time to react, avoiding the forest of attacks.

"Dao—"

No one expected that he still had such strength at this point. The figure rushing, dodging, and mixing in the crowd was like a stroke of heavenly writing. The chaotic battle was lengthened, and the figure was knocked away. At this time, he actually rushed to the deepest part of the battlefield. Three or four people around Bao Dao-yi attacked together. A sword was handed to Chen Fan's shoulder, and a hand grabbed his collar. Behind him, there were still several people chasing and intercepting him. At this time, Chen Fan was almost pulled, dragged, and surrounded by a group of people, but at this time, he broke through the encirclement and went straight to his target!

"—Yi!"

A simple punch, in such a crazy battle, was handed out towards Bao Dao-yi. The ferocious light in Bao Dao-yi's eyes burst out, and he greeted him with a palm.

No matter how brave he was, he was at the end of his rope after all. This punch was also a symbolic punch. Bao Dao-yi could understand these things. Finally, the fist and palm met, and he stopped that punch in the air…

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*Peng*—

Lime powder all over the sky…

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"Chiang…"

In the obstructed vision, it was as if the sound of the blade passing through the scabbard, which had been extended countless times. At this moment, countless people stabbed out their knives and guns at his sides and behind him. Chen Fan was covered in blood. He kept moving forward, opened his blood-stained eyes, and pulled out the double knives that he had been enduring since the start of the war. He revealed…

His true fangs! (To be continued. Vote for recommendation, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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