Liu Fang bowed and hurriedly climbed up to the arrow tower in the corner of the yard wall. From this arrow tower that was higher than the wall, you could see the situation outside the wall.
When he saw Feng Tang standing at the door, his mind trembled.
Oops!
Why is the Old General Feng here?
Although General Feng Tang of Shenwu was not a Duke, he had a very old experience in the army and had a high prestige. He was very powerful and had a high position and a high position. His current real power position is no longer inferior to Duke of the Duke.
Even if the prince saw him, he had to be polite.
His grandfather Liu Biao had a close relationship with him, but he had not yet reached the point of being in a life-and-death way.
Why did he come at this time?
Liu Fang had no time to think about it, and hurriedly climbed down from the arrow tower and ran to Liu Biao, reporting:
"Master, the situation is not good. The person knocking outside is General Shenwu Feng Tang!"
Liu Biao frowned, narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice:
"Why did this old guy come to the door at this time?"
Liu Fang asked softly:
"This Old General Feng is a family friend of the Jia family. He is not here to save Jia Chen, right?"
Liu Biao snorted coldly:
"I'm afraid the person who comes is not good, and the good person does not come. No matter what his purpose is, don't open the door for him first. It's not too late to open the door if Jia Chen is killed."
"yes!"
Liu Fang looked at Jia Chen with a grin. When she teased You Shi and You Erjie just now, she was taught a lesson by this kid, and she was disgraced. Now, this kid fell into the trap and was just right to take revenge.
However, the more he looked, the more frightened he became. Why did Jia Chen fight the Eighteen Arhats alone without any disadvantage?
At this time, Jia Chen held the three-pointed and two-edged sword in both hands, but he was using the Wudang Seven-Star Sword Technique.
If it weren't for the unsatisfactory weapons in his hand, he would have defeated the Eighteen Arhats long ago.
Even so, he can still steadily block the opponent's joint attack.
"clang!"
"Dangdang!"
"Dang Dang Dang Dang!",
......
Hearing that the sound of weapons colliding in the mansion became more and more intense, Feng Tang increased the force of knocking on the door.
"Duke Li Guo, open the door quickly. I am General Shenwu Feng Tang, and I have something to ask for my opinion!"
Feng Tang shouted loudly, but no one responded.
Jia Chen also heard his shouts and immediately became confused. He wondered why the old general happened to visit Duke Li at this critical moment?
Could it be a coincidence?
Or is he here to save himself?
Jia Chen's heart warmed slightly and his lips raised slightly. If he really came to save him, then he didn't have to worry, he was enough to deal with these monks.
"Why is this kid so powerful?" A monk was frightened and exclaimed in dismay.
"We have been traveling around the north and south for many years and rarely met the opponent, but we didn't expect that we would fight a little baby today!" Another monk sighed.
"Strange, this kid doesn't seem to use a three-pointed two-edged sword. His move seems to be a sword technique?"
"Everyone is cheering up. What's wrong with this kid. Why can't I use up my strength all the time?" A round-faced monk reminded panting.
They found that they could not take Jia Chen down in an anxious manner, so they wanted to use up all his strength, but they did not expect that Jia Chen's strength was continuous and powerful.
"Come out the Eighteen Arhat Formation!"
As a monk shouted violently, eighteen monks retreated five or six steps back, forming a large circle, surrounding Jia Chen in the center of Gai.
Jia Chen held a three-pointed two-edged knife, squatted in the lunge, looked around, ready to deal with the moves.
Nine monks rushed towards Jia Chen and stabbed the crescent shovel at his three upper, middle and lower routes.
If this is pierced, it will inevitably be dismembered for several segments.
Jia Chen raised his right foot, stepped on the ground, and jumped high like a dry land.
All nine water-milling Zen sticks were pierced.
When Jia Chen fell, he gently tapped on two extending Zen staff, and used a side flip to jump out of the encirclement of nine people.
Immediately afterwards, he waved horizontally, and the three-pointed two-edged knife drew a fan-shaped cold light.
"ah!"
A bloody cut appeared on the back of a monk, and the bones could be seen deep, and blood was like a spring.
He covered his back, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
The knife just now cut off one of his spine, causing his lower limbs to be paralyzed and he could no longer move.
"No, he has ruined us alone, and there is a gap in the Eighteen Arhat Formation!" A monk exclaimed.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Jia Chen used a sword instead of a sword and used the sixteenth style of the Wudang Seven-Star Sword - Yasha to explore the sea.
"Puchi!"
The three-pointed two-edged knife pierced a monk's shoulder.
"ah--"
The monk let out a scream, and the water-milling Zen stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
Liu Biao exclaimed in surprise:
"Why is this kid so strong? He actually injured two Tantric masters in a row?"
Liu Fang said in a trembling voice: "The water-milling Zen sticks of these Tantric masters weigh 58 kilograms. Anyone who picks up can compete with a hundred people. How can they not beat a nine-year-old child?"
Liu Biao sighed:
"The three-pointed two-edged knife in Jia Chen's hand weighs 78 kilograms, and the weight of a single-wheeled weapon is still above the water-milling Zen Staff.
But in theory, even if he is strong and has been fighting for so long, he should have exhausted all his energy. How could he persist until now? He can still use up two Tantric masters in one breath!"
Liu Fang sucked her teeth and muttered in fear:
"This kid is simply a monster. Will the tantric masters lose in the end?"
"Oh!"
Responding to him was the screams of another monk.
Blood surged out of his thighs, and he fell to the ground in a slanted manner, covering the bleeding wound, crying heart-wrenchingly.
After less than half a cup of tea, all the monks were injured and lost their ability to move. They fell to the ground and could not get up.
Jia Chen shook the blood stained with the three-pointed two-edged sword, and approached Liu Biao and Liu Fang step by step.
"Hurry! Stop him!" Liu Biao pulled Liu Fang and retreated.
The four guards behind them all pulled out their waist knives and rushed towards Jia Chen.
The martial arts of these four people are not inferior to those monks. However, after only a dozen rounds of fighting, they were all injured and fell to the ground by Jia Chen and were unable to fight again.
Seeing this scene, Liu Fang was frightened.
Liu Biao once went to fight to kill the enemy and could barely calm his mind, but his old face was bloodless, his skin and lips trembled, unable to hide the horror of death.
He is over 80 years old and can no longer take off his sword. He is no match for Jia Chen at all.
"Open the door quickly and put the old general Feng in and ask him to help him beg for mercy!"
Liu Biao shouted in despair.
A servant hurriedly ran over, raised the door bolt, and opened the door.
Feng Tang ran in angrily and complained:
"Duke Li Guo, what do you mean? He deliberately left me outside the door because he wanted to kill someone behind closed doors, right?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank and he took a breath of cold air.
He was here to save Jia Chen, but he didn't expect that more than twenty people were lying on the ground.
Jia Chen was standing high, holding a blood-stained two-edged knife, standing in front of the trembling Liu Biao and Liu Fang.