"ah!"
He cried out in pain, took a few steps back and fell to the side. Looking at the arrow on his shoulder, his face turned pale.
"call out!"
The man in the black tights did not stop there, but shot out a second sleeve arrow. This time, the sleeve arrow hit the back arm of the wind wolf. A wolf howl was heard, and the wind wolf ran even faster.
"call out!"
The sleeve arrow was shot out again, but Feng Lang dodged it. As soon as Feng Lang dodged it, an old man behind him suddenly stood there with a pale face, watching the sleeve arrow coming towards his forehead.
Fengjiu's face turned cold. She was about to take action, but when she saw Leng Shuang appear next to the old man, she just watched quietly.
“clang!”
The long sword blocked the sleeve arrow, and before the arrow hit the ground, it was hit by the sword in Leng Shuang's hand and attacked the person who shot the sleeve arrow.
The opponent was rushing forward and never expected that the sleeve arrow would return. He was unable to dodge for a moment and watched helplessly as the sleeve arrow pierced into his arm with a whoosh. Suddenly, he raised his arm to shoot out the fourth sleeve arrow, but he gasped and put it down in pain.
“Ouch!”
In front, the madly running Wind Wolf fell in a pool of blood, and in front of the Wind Wolf stood Du Fan holding a folding fan in his hand.
He glanced at the twitching Wind Wolf on the ground, then looked ahead and saw Leng Shuang, Ye Feifei, and the master sitting in the teahouse not far away.
He walked forward, came to Leng Shuang and Ye Feifei, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." The two said. Ye Feifei looked at him and asked in surprise: "Brother Du, why are you here too?"
"I walked around the city and thought of coming over here to take a look, but I didn't expect to run into an out-of-control wind wolf." He said simply and gestured: "The master is in front, let's go!"
"Yeah." The two of them responded and followed him forward.
However, after walking a few steps, they were stopped by several monks wearing black tights.
"What are you doing?" Du Fan asked, his eyes falling on several people.
"You hurt me!" The monk with the injured arm did not look at Du Fan, but stared at Leng Shuang with a cold look in his eyes.
"Which eye did you see that?" Ye Feifei snorted and looked at the man and said, "I only saw you using the hidden arrow to hurt people."
"You're looking for death!" the man shouted sinisterly, raised his hand and slapped Ye Feifei in the face.
When Du Fan saw this, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. He protected Ye Feifei behind him with one hand, raised his foot and kicked her, kicking her more than ten meters away.
“Crack, crack, crack…”
The man was kicked back, but he did not fly off the ground. Instead, his body rubbed against the ground. Because of the force of the kick, a blood mark was left on the ground after a few meters.
“Hiss!”
The man screamed and felt a burning sensation on his back, the pain was unbearable.
Several monks in black tights were startled, and two of them quickly went to help him up from more than ten meters away. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the clothes on his back had been rubbed to pieces, revealing a bloody back, which was a shocking sight.
"puff!"
The man was helped up, but he couldn't even stand. A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed all over the ground. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but eventually he fainted.