Although Yang Fan knew it was dangerous, he could not think more about it.

Either surrender or take a gamble!

As long as they can escape to the woods below, they have a great chance of escaping.

Of course, the reason why Yang Fan did not escape alone was not how great he was.

It is not a reckless decision made by lust and sperm on the brain.

This is his repeated and rational thinking.

In fact, it is very simple. These people have a deep grudge against His Majesty Li Er. Once Changsun Wugui is arrested, there is no chance of survival.

He brought Changsun Wugui out of the palace, and the Tang Dynasty was not an era in which later generations could explain some truth.

If Changsun Wugui was unfortunately killed, even if Yang Fan could escape, he would be chopped off his head by Li Er.

But if they could catch the middle-aged monks, these men in black would definitely be afraid of the mouse, and they still had a glimmer of hope.

Of course, Yang Fan was still a little nervous at this time. Not everyone can be ashamed of honor and disgrace in the face of life and death.

Changsun Wugui's eyes suddenly turned red, and he could only pretend to be calm and constantly test the middle-aged monk.

In fact, she was already moved to tears by Yang Fan's behavior.

Between life and death, how many people dare to face death?

How many people can give the chance of having children to others with generous and selflessness?

But Yang Fan did it!

Changsun Wugui knew very well that if Yang Fan surrendered or ran for life alone, he would probably survive.

When he reached a desperate situation, Yang Fan was unwilling to escape alone. How could Changsun Wugui not be moved?

If it turns out that there is still some confusion between Li Shimin and Yang Fan.

Then, at this time, Changsun Wugui had already determined the destination of the second half of his life.

At this moment, Changsun Wugui completely let go of all his concerns.

As long as you can go out alive, what if you are scolded by thousands of people?

Of course, Yang Fan didn’t know the changes in Changsun Wugui’s mentality.

At this time, he was looking for an opportunity to take action.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the torch was almost blown out, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Of course, Yang Fan would not miss this opportunity and ran towards the middle-aged monk in one step.

Seeing Yang Fan's actions, the middle-aged monk was shocked.

Knowing that there was no time to shout, the middle-aged monk had to retreat repeatedly, hoping that the people behind him would block Yang Fan.

But his movements were not as fast as Yang Fan. In a blink of an eye, the middle-aged monk was captured by Yang Fan.

Without thinking, Yang Fan's fingers were hooked, he held the middle-aged monk's throat tightly, shouted at the man in black: "Let me back, otherwise today would be his death."

Obviously, the middle-aged monk knew the consequences of Yang Fan's escape and immediately said hysterically: "Don't worry about me, I must keep them tonight, otherwise we will all die."

Yang Fan was a little surprised. This guy was really a bit backbone.

Seeing that all the men in black rushed up all at once, Yang Fan didn't have time to think about it, so he mentioned the middle-aged monk and threw it over.

With a bang, the middle-aged monk overwhelmed the man in black holding a torch, and the entire top of the mountain became dark.

Yang Fan only felt that there were many figures in front of him, and probably several men in black rushed over with their knives.

As soon as he leaned over, Yang Fan picked up the horizontal knife that the man in black fell to the ground and rushed straight down like a tiger going down the mountain.

If they cannot break through this narrow road, they will only become turtles in the jar, and there will be no way out at that time!

This group of men in black are obviously also well-trained dead men. After helping the middle-aged monks up, they immediately made a defense.

But before they formed a formation, they were surprised to find a figure sweeping down from a high place.

The person in front, caught off guard, saw a flash of sword light and was chopped in half by Yang Fan!

Such a terrifying scene did not scare away the men in black, but instead aroused their bloodiness and rushed up screaming.

The horizontal knife in Yang Fan's hand flew up and down, and rushed towards the man in black.

Relying on the golden bell covering the iron cloth shirt, Yang Fan did not defend at all, and waved his big sword and took the head of the man in black.

This desperate style of fighting directly made the group of men in black stunned.

However, they were soon ecstatic again.

You know, their knives were almost chopping on Yang Fan.

In their opinion, even if Yang Fan's martial arts skills are outstanding, they will definitely cut it into meat paste.

But, they were stunned soon!

Because the knife they cut over seemed to be slashing on iron and stone, it made the sound of golden swords colliding.

These men in black were inexplicably surprised!

The middle-aged monk's face was also fixed.

Is this guy Yang Fan a human or a ghost?

But Yang Fan didn't think too much about them, and the horizontal knife in his hand cut off the necks of the two men in black without hesitation.

Maybe the two men in black didn't understand why Yang Fan was not injured, but could easily take their lives.

Of course, although Yang Fan's lifeless style of playing has no obvious wounds, he also has a very uncomfortable feeling.

The sour taste was indescribable by several men in black.

At this time, Yang Fan's internal organs seemed to have shifted, and his blood seemed to be boiling, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Without caring about checking whether he was injured, Yang Fan raised his strength and shouted loudly, slashing the horizontal knife in his hand with the flow.

This knife wiped a man in black in front of him directly on his neck, and a stream of hot blood soared into the sky.

The man in black covered his neck with his hands and could only make a gurgling sound.

But the artery was cut off and could no longer block the gushing blood. It twitched a few times and fell to the ground.

Yang Fan was also sprayed with blood on his face, and his whole body was like a demon god in hell, looking particularly terrifying.

Before she could wipe the blood on her face, Yang Fan rushed down again.

Because he knew that once he could not break out of the encirclement, he would definitely die!

These men in black were completely shocked by Yang Fan's toughness and seemed a little moved.

As soon as the middle-aged monk recovered, he saw four death warriors who had been through many battles and instantly killed by Yang Fan, and his face turned pale.

He knew the combat power of these men in black, and these people were dead soldiers who fought against ten.

Now, four of them were killed by Yang Fan in one breath, which made the middle-aged monk a little unbelievable.

Could it be that Yang Fan is really a god of war?

While these people were stunned, Yang Fan swooped down for more than ten meters, and was about to break out of the encirclement.

The middle-aged monk then woke up and shouted in horror: "Shoot them to death with a crossbow for me, and you must not let them escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan immediately felt a few huge forces coming from his abdomen, which made him stagger and almost fell into the cliff next to him.

When I looked down, I saw several crossbows swayingly inserted into my abdomen.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly. At such a close distance, even the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt could not stop the shooting of the crossbow.

Feeling that his clothes were wet and several heat currents kept seeping down. Yang Fan knew that he was seriously injured.

He tightened his clothes and waved his knife. Yang Fan cut off several arrows at the same time, and a tingling sensation almost made him faint.

If it weren't for the tenacity, I might have fainted long ago.

Yang Fan slowly looked up and looked at the remaining dozen men in black, who were aiming at him with crossbows.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard to wake up, and he hooked up the black man's body under his feet and blocked him. He shouted and rushed towards the group of men in black.

Such a desperate way of playing has achieved miraculous effects on this narrow road.

Maybe these men in black were also afraid of being squeezed into the cliff next to them and kept retreating.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Fan escaped from the encirclement.

Just as Yang Fan was happy, dozens of torches suddenly ignited in front of him.

Obviously, there are still people lying in ambush.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk was ecstatic and shouted: "Young Master is below, don't let them run away!"

Yang Fan looked down and a young monk led a dense group of men in black to completely block the way.

It seems that this guy is the real owner.

But now there are pursuers in the future, there are blockings in front of him, and he is seriously injured, Yang Fan smiled bitterly.
To be continued...