The two walked to the small square. Han Feng hurriedly wanted to go straight to the main building to save people, but Pan Long grabbed them.

"Saving people is important, but if you save people, you must be able to escape. We must prepare the retreat first." He said with his eyes.

Han Feng nodded repeatedly and asked with his eyes: What should we do?

Pan Long: First go to the houses on both sides and kill as many bandits as possible. In this way, we can leave silently without knowing it.

Han Feng: I listen to you!

The two of them looked around and found that there were fewer rooms on the left, so they quietly came over.

Whenever they arrive in a room, Han Feng leans over at the door and listens to it, and he can tell whether the people in the room are sleeping or awake. Don’t worry about those who are awake for the time being. Whenever the people inside fall asleep, they will quietly open the door, tiptoe in, and directly point the fatal acupoints.

He killed about sixty bandits in the forty-three rooms. Only five or six bandits in the room had not yet slept, and escaped.

After dealing with the ones here, they went to the other side and killed nearly fifty more.

After this killing, the Black Wolf Village was almost dead in name only. There were less than twenty bandits left in the entire village, and there were not even many women who had not even been captured by them.

Pan Long and the others only killed bandits, not innocent people. The women were just dizzy with one finger, and they could wake up in about four or five hours.

When they wake up, the bandits in the Black Wolf Village should have all died. By then, the entire Black Wolf Village will belong to them, so you can share the property and go home in a few days of peace.

It can be considered a little compensation for the pain they suffered...

After killing this group, the two of them waited for a while and swept the ends. In the end, only two or three were left with excessive energy, and they didn't seem to be able to sleep for a short time, so they survived.

But they couldn't live long. After killing the leader of Han Village and other leaders, Pan Long and Han Feng were going to eliminate all evil things.

After killing so many bandits in one go, Pan Long was better, but Han Feng could no longer hold on.

Killing people is also physical exercise, and it is even more so forth to kill people. The method of pointing acupoints emphasizes the strength to penetrate the acupoints. With one point, the power used is not less than a punch with all your strength. Especially for those women who can only dizzy but not die, but are much more difficult than directly killing bandits.

In fact, these women were basically dizzy by Pan Long. Han Feng’s grasp of finger strength was really not enough to do such things.

Not to mention that he is also responsible for investigation. He is a distance between the door and the wall and a distance between him and his ears, and he can only listen to whether the people on the bed in the house are really asleep. At first glance, it seems nothing, but in fact it consumes a lot of energy.

After all this trouble, Han Feng was already exhausted, and even his walking steps became a little sloppy.

Pan Long dragged him to rest for a while, and when he recovered, the two quietly walked towards the main building of Heilangzhai.

Han Feng circled around the small building, listened several times outside the wall, and then said with his eyes: There were two people on the left side of the ground floor, one man and one woman; three on the right side, one man and two woman. None of the three women can do martial arts. The men on the left side are very good, and acupoints may not be effective. The men on the right side are not very good at martial arts, but their breathing is too long, so they don’t know where they came from.

Pan Long frowned.

The hard skill master at Zuojian is nothing to be afraid of. He has a sacred long sword. He can only use his internal force to slash his ordinary hard skill.

But the one on the right who couldn't even tell the Han Feng was a little worried.

Long breathing is the characteristic of an internal skill master. But there are only external skill masters who are not good at internal skill in the world, but there are no internal skill masters who are not good at external skill. If Han Feng can tell that this person is "not very good at martial arts", then it must be because of his lack of martial arts. It is strange that his lack of martial arts but his deep internal strength is not too strange!

Could it be that this guy is the type of Zen Master Jueyuan in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" who cannot keep up with his internal skills and can only close his eyes and wield his turtle punch to the world?

After he thought about it for a moment, he denied this conjecture.

It is not surprising if such a person appears in Bai Dao. But in the green forest, there are swords and swords all day long, how could a person with profound internal skills and lack of martial arts?

Totally unreasonable!

Then, there is only one answer.

This person is not practicing martial arts.

What is it not martial arts? It is naturally magic.

Thinking of this, Pan Long's eyebrows frowned even more violently.

Han Feng: What's wrong? Did you think of something?

Pan Long: We are in trouble this time, the one on the right may be a craftsman.

Han Feng widened his eyes in surprise, but then he suddenly realized, showing an eager expression: Great! I have never fought with the craftsman yet!

After a brief discussion, the two decided to take action separately. Pan Long went to deal with the hard skill master, and Han Feng went to deal with the craftsman. Whoever solved the problem first would support another person.

As for the Han village leader upstairs - let alone Han Feng, even Pan Long could hear him "struggle". I believe he would not pay attention to the slightest sound.

Even if he pays attention, it doesn't matter. When he rushes downstairs, everything will be too late.

The two of them agreed and quietly pried open the door. Pan Long turned left and Han Feng turned right, each acting on their own.

Pan Long gently walked to the door on the left, put his hand on the door and vomited internal force. He found that the door was not bolted, and couldn't help but smile. Then he pushed open the door and went in. Sure enough, he saw a man who was so burly that he was lying on the bed with a woman in his arms.

In the darkness, you can see the man's skin glowing with oil, faintly revealing a bit of leather-like luster, which is very different from ordinary people.

(It turns out that he is a master of hard skills!)

Pan Long praised secretly, then rushed up, drew his sword and slashed.

A white light flashed, and the man suddenly opened his eyes, but couldn't say anything - his head had been chopped off, and blood was squirting everywhere on the bed.

Pan Long waved his hand and pointed the woman's acupoint. Then he was too lazy to pay attention to this hard skill master who refused to close his eyes after his death and rushed directly to the room on the right.

He had only run two or three steps before he heard a rumbling sound from over there, followed by Han Feng's painful cry.

(Oops!)

Pan Long rushed to the right room in two steps, and saw a man with white skin and slightly fat face, holding a spell in his hands, surrounded by green light, muttering something silently. Han Feng fell to the corner of the wall opposite him, and his body was also entangled with a green breath, and bleeding was oozing from his mouth and nose.

On the corner of the bed, there were two women hugging each other tremblingly, curling up their bodies as much as possible, but closing their mouths tightly, and not daring to make any sound.

(It turns out to be a craftsman!)

Seeing that his friend was injured, Pan Long was furious. He waved his hand and flew straight to the craftsman. When he was about to shoot him, he was stopped by a phantom of the head that appeared from somewhere and bit it in his mouth.

(No wonder Afeng failed. This guy actually has protective spells!)

The craftsman turned his head and stared at him. There seemed to be green fire burning in his eyes, which made people shudder.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But Pan Long had no time to talk nonsense to him! Heavy footsteps were already heard from the upstairs, and the Han village leader was about to arrive!

A white light flashed, and the sacred sword emitted a bright light in the darkness. It was really a sword light that caught the face of the craftsman.

Before he could come in front of him, the phantom of the head who had just stopped the flying knife appeared again. However, it was a child who was seventy or eighty-eight times like this skill. His face was full of ferocious expression and he bit Pan Long.

This method may be very useful for ordinary warriors, but it is not enough to deal with Pan Long.

With just a wave of the sacred sword, the white light swept across the phantom. The phantom that could not have been touched by any weapon was divided into two, accompanied by a shrill scream, disappeared without a trace.

The fat white and fat man was shocked, and his body suddenly shook because of the spell being broken. The green light on his hand immediately dissipated, but because of the loss of mind, even the spell that trapped Han Feng was invalid.

He obviously hadn't experienced this situation and had no experience.

And naturally Pan Long would not give him another chance to accumulate experience.

When you rushed to the front, you waved your sword and a head fell to the ground.

After slashing the craftsman with one knife, Pan Long didn't even have time to ask Han Feng's condition and rushed directly to the door.

The footsteps of the Han village master have already descended along the stairs!

He had just rushed out of the door when he saw a tall figure walking out from the door opening leading to the stairs behind the main hall.

This man has a tough appearance and good-looking facial features. His face is gloomy and ferocious. You can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He was holding a long serrated knife in his hand and was looking at himself coldly.

"Where are you coming from? You are actually asking for trouble for our Heilang Village!"

"Is it strange to be troubled by people who occupy the mountains and become kings, and to kill passers-by businessmen?" Pan Long asked back.

The Han village leader sneered: "It seems that you are probably a court patrolman. Your job is to investigate the situation in various places, so you don't meddle in other people's business!"

"The road is uneven, everyone will step on it; the matter is uneven, I will take care of it!"

"You're so angry! But your boss has never told you that some people are not something you can do!"

"I haven't tried it, how can I know I can't control it?"

The two of them faced each other in tit-for-tat, and they were unwilling to be at a disadvantage in words, but they had no intention of taking action immediately.

The leader of the Han village was about to think of his subordinates coming to help, while Pan Long was waiting for Han Feng to recover and everyone joined forces to fight the enemy.

Judging from the pace of this person walking and the qi of his speech, he had already judged that the other party was really a top-notch player. He might not be able to win by fighting alone.

But as long as Han Feng can recover, he will be sure to win with two against one.

It’s not that Han Feng’s martial arts are enough to interfere with such a battle, but... Han Feng can draw a bow and arrow and aim at the Han village leader from afar.

When he was aimed at a bow, the Han village leader could use up to 70% or 80% of his skills. He would of course not be able to beat himself.

The two sides argued for a while, but no one came.

The leader of the Han village showed anxiety and couldn't help but say loudly: "Do you know who I am?"

"I care who you are!" Pan Long choked him without hesitation.

"My father is He Tiankui, and my master is Master Dong Si Master!" The leader of the Han village said proudly, "If you hurt me, not only will you die by yourself, but your whole family, even your relatives and friends, will die in a terrible way!"

Pan Long frowned and said coldly: "What do you mean, should I kill you to silence me?"

"Dream! Who in the world can really destroy it! Dead people can also speak!"

Pan Long shook his head: "I promise, you won't have this opportunity."

As he said that, he rushed up.
Chapter completed!