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013 Tracking(2/2)

On the other side of Fang Yi, the sword was as arrogant as a dragon, and the big man with a chain hammer roared repeatedly, but could only add wounds to his body.

Now it seems that the situation on the field has been decided, and it seems that they are firmly in the upper hand and it seems that it is only a matter of time.

However, this group of people obviously did not intend to surrender.

The man who used the Black Evil Palm turned blue, and his palms were shot out one after another, suppressing the white captain for a moment, and took the opportunity to look back and yell at the big man who kicked the chain: "Fourth brother, go quickly and avenge your brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed and turned his body to rush towards Fang Yi, wanting to use himself to buy time for the other party to escape.

"Black Evil Liuhe!"

The palm force was stacked layer by layer, and a pungent smell rushed towards the door, forcing Fang Yi to temporarily suspend his attack on the man. The sword light turned and fell towards this person.

"ah!"

The big man knew that his side would be defeated today, so he couldn't help but roar, and at the same time he suddenly turned around, shook the chain hammer, and headed straight for the Sanhe Gang.

They just blocked the door!

"Disassist!"

The white captain changed his face, but he did not dare to intercept him, but just shouted anxiously.

He knew that Fang Yi was already serious and perfect, and even so, he could not easily take down the other party. Go up by himself, just seeking death!

"Peng!"

The chain hammer flew, the two figures separated from each other, and the big man rushed away with the strong wind.

"puff!"

Fang Yi stopped the sword and didn't even look at the headless corpse in front of him, and chased him out in a quiet voice.

"Mr. Su, how are you?"

Zhu Cong and others helped Su Zhong up with panic. As for Sun Heng, who was smashed to the ground on the other side, no one could care about it for a while.

"I'm fine!"

Su Zhong gently wrists and looked glad: "Fortunately, my light skills are good, so I can hide quickly, otherwise I can bear this."

"Sun Heng, are you okay?"

Opposite, Sun Heng also stood up with his head shaking his head, looked down at the broken clothes, and couldn't shake his head and chuckled: "It seems that I'm lucky, and that thing just rubbed the edge."

His thirteen horizontal practice is almost complete, and this bump will not hurt him.

"It's fine, it's fine!"

Zhu Cong nodded casually and focused on Su Zhong.

In the field, Liu Yi's sword flashed and joined forces with Captain Bai, and took the opponent down in just a few breaths.

"White-headed."

Liu Yi wiped it around her waist, and a medicine bottle appeared in her palm, and she smiled on her face: "The tasteless thing will last for an hour. Even if Guard Fang doesn't catch up, he can't escape."

"Good boy!"

The white captain's eyes lit up, but his face darkened again: "But do you feel a little familiar with this person?"

"oh!"
Chapter completed!
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