Who is Pan Daozi?

Yang Shouwen didn't know and had never heard of this name.⊙.

However, when he mentioned the surname "Pan", he instinctively remembered Pan Hua, who was exposed by him in Guanshui Pavilion.

It was heard that Pan Hua was dragged outside the ancestral hall by the head of the Pan family that night and beaten to death with sticks.

Could this Pan Daozi be related to Pan Hua?

He quickly retreated, and saw the four of Wukong eagerly trying to rush outside.

"Wukong, Bajie, go back to me... My grandmother, aunt, please be careful of them, don't let them come out and make trouble for me."

Before Yang Shouwen finished speaking, an assassin suddenly took off the black scarf from his face in the heavy rain.

He was about forty years old and had a good face. But at this moment, his face looked ferocious and terrifying.

"You killed my son and you will be buried with you today."

"Your son is a sin that cannot survive."

"My son cannot live, so you must not live... Kill me, kill one, and give a bounty of 100 taels."

The moment Zheng Jingsi said, "You are not committed to committing evil, you cannot live," Yang Shouwen knew something bad... You are not trying to deal with things, you are provoking trouble! Your son was already very broken when he died, so it would be strange if he did "You are committed to commit evil, you cannot live, you cannot live, you cannot live, you cannot live, you cannot be crazy. No wonder Zheng Jingsi was demoted and showed no sign of resurrection in so many years.

Your mouth...

Yang Shouwen complained in his heart, but there was no hesitation in his hands.

"Serial Gun!"

He shouted loudly, and the tiger swallowed a large gun and stabbed out more than ten guns in an instant. The gun shadows were heavy, turning into meteors. The strong man who rushed in front was stabbed into more than ten guns in an instant, leaving shocking blood holes on his body, like honeycomb coal, and fell into mud and water.

"Yang Moli, protect yourself!"

"Don't worry, Yang Moli knows."

With Yang Moli's roar, the big iron hammer flew over and knocked over the two of them.

On the other side, Yang Chenglie and the other two formed a triangular formation. Yang Chenglie stood outside the pavilion first, and Song Ping and Yang Rui were each on the side. Although they were not as successful as Yang Shouwen and Yang Moli, they stabilized their positions and stopped the assassin outside.

"Damn it!"

After Yang Shouwen kicked an assassin over, he saw Pan Daozi rushing to his mother's tombstone with a big knife in his hand.

"Pan Daozi. You dare!"

Yang Shouwen was stunned and shouted loudly.

Pan Daozi's face was full of madness and he grinned, "Little beast, do you think I dare?"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and slashed hard on the tombstone. With a clang, the fire flew... This knife seemed to hit Yang Shouwen's heart, making him unable to remain calm anymore.

"Pan Daozi, I want to tear you into pieces."

"kill!"

Yang Shouwen ignored the steel knife that was chopping at him, and his big gun wrapped his waist with jade belt. He threw an assassin to the ground. He groaned and blood splashed on his back. But he ignored it and followed the gun, and the tiger swallowed the big gun and roared in his hand.

"The poisonous dragon spits out a letter, die for me!"

The gun rotated rapidly, creating a phantom.

The strong man who was blocking him raised his shield to greet him. With a loud bang, the big gun poked on the shield, and the shield made of solid wood suddenly split. The strong man didn't even have time to dodge, and the gun shadow had already arrived in front of him. It sank into his chest.

At the same time, Yang Shouwen suddenly abandoned his gun and moved forward.

"The tiger climbs the mountain hard and dies!"

The assassin on the opposite side obviously did not expect Yang Shouwen to suddenly abandon his gun. He could not dodge his gun and was knocked into his arms by Yang Shouwen. The pair of slender and slender hands slashed between his chest and abdomen. The assassin screamed and flew out, and a pit visible to the naked eye appeared on his chest. Yang Shouwen was as if he was in madness at this moment, as if he was in a mad tiger.

Seeing the assassin on the opposite side stabbing at him, he didn't dodge and couldn't let him go.

The moment the big gun was about to stab him, he suddenly turned around and the spear almost stroked against his body, and then squeezed into the other party's arms.

"Cangxiong squeezed his body tightly."

He stepped and shook his body, hitting the assassin hard, and spitting blood in his mouth and falling to the ground.

"Shizi, be careful!"

Zheng Jingsi's shout came from behind, but Yang Shouwen ignored it.

His eyes were only staring at Pan Daozi, and a long spear stabbed from behind him, stabbing his thigh.

Yang Shouwen's legs became weak and he knelt on one knee, but he picked up a long knife from the ground, slashed the gun with his backhand, and cut the gun into two pieces. He grabbed the gun with one hand, and with a big mouth, he pulled the gun out of his leg.

"Die me."

His body rolled in the mud and water. When Yang Shouwen stood up again, his broken gun penetrated into an assassin's body.

"Shizi!"

Seeing this, Yang Chenglie couldn't help but be furious.

"Yang Moli, go and help you."

While speaking, he rushed over from the other end of the pavilion and came to Yang Moli's side.

Yang Moli could no longer hold back and roared, rushing into the heavy rain like a gust of wind.

The iron hammer whirred, and the assassin swarmed up almost had no general in front of Yang Moli. The pair of iron hammers died one after another, and they were killed one after another. In the blink of an eye, Yang Moli rushed to Yang Shouwen. He was about to help Yang Shouwen, but Yang Shouwen snatched an iron hammer from his hand and hit Pan Daozi hard.

Pan Daozi had already cut a few times, and even saw marks on the tombstone.

But when he raised the iron hammer again, a gust of wind came from his ears, followed by someone shouting: "Pan Daozi, avoid it."

He quickly turned around and looked at it. The iron hammer had arrived.

With a bang, the iron hammer slammed hard on his face, and Pan Daozi's face was covered in blood and fell to the ground.

"Yang Moli, don't let go of none!"

As Yang Shouwen spoke, he shook Yang Moli away, gritted his teeth and rose up, his body turned into a bow in the air, and his hands stretched out.

"The kite hugged the claws."

He let the knife in the other party slash on his shoulder, but his hands grabbed the other party's neck and leaned back. Not only did he remove the power from the other party's knife, but he also flew out handsomely. When he landed on the ground, the assassin was gone. The moment Yang Shouwen threw him out, he twisted his neck...

There was only one iron hammer left in Yang Moli's hand, but her combat power did not weaken at all.

Hearing Yang Shouwen's call, he roared and snatched the shield from an assassin's hand. The left shield and the right shield were as if he had entered a state of no one.

The number of assassins is about fifty.

But in this blink of an eye, nearly forty people had fallen into a pool of blood.

At the same time, Yang Chenglie rushed out of the pavilion.

The four mastiffs followed him, fierce and cruel.

According to legend, the blood of wolves flows in the body of the Turkic mastiffs... Although the four Wukongs are not big, they adhere to the ferocity and wit of their mother, Bodhi. They are following Yang Chenglie. Once Yang Chenglie stops one person, the four mastiffs will cooperate and rush forward. One person and four mastiffs cooperate perfectly, and three people die in the blink of an eye.

The assassin was obviously afraid. Seeing Yang Shouwen and the others' almost crazy culling, they couldn't help but shout in unison and turned around and ran away.

Song Ping and Yang Rui also rushed out!

Song Sanlang also picked up a spear and rushed out of the pavilion.

Yang Shouwen snatched a knife and slashed an assassin to the ground. However, his body was already covered in scars and his body's reaction became a little slow. When an assassin rushed over and stabbed him with a steel fork, Yang Shouwen could not dodge.

Seeing that the steel fork in the assassin's hand was about to fall on him, a sound of eagle cries came from the air, Hai Dongqing flew down from the rain, and a pair of jade claws slammed on the assassin's head, and pecked the assassin's eyes.

Yang Shouwen followed up and slashed the assassin's head with one knife.

There was a dizziness in my brain.

He took two steps and saw his mother's tombstone in front of him. He couldn't help but abandon his knife and rushed forward, hugging the tombstone.

In any case, my mother's tombstone can no longer be hurt.

Yang Shouwen only had such thoughts flashing in his mind, but his body was soft and slipping down in front of his mother's tombstone.

"Shizi!"

"Alang..."

Yang Chenglie's shouts echoed in his ears.
Chapter completed!