Although Yang Fan knew it was dangerous, there was no room for him to think too much.
Either surrender or take a gamble!
As long as they can escape to the woods below, they have a great chance of escaping.
Of course, the reason why Yang Fan did not escape alone to increase his chance of survival was not because of how great he was.
It's not a reckless decision made out of lust and semen.
This was his repeated and rational thinking.
In fact, it is very simple. These people have a deep hatred for His Majesty Li Er. Once Changsun Wugou is caught, there will be no chance of survival.
He was the one who brought the eldest grandson Wugou out of the palace. The Tang Dynasty was not an era where later generations could speak some truth.
If the eldest grandson Wugou was unfortunately killed, even if Yang Fan could escape, Li Er would still have his head chopped off.
But if they can catch the middle-aged monk, these men in black will definitely use the enemy as a weapon, and they still have a glimmer of hope.
Of course, Yang Fan was still a little uneasy at this time. In the face of life and death, not everyone can remain calm.
Changsun Wugu's eyes suddenly turned red, and he could only pretend to be calm and keep testing the middle-aged monk.
Regarding Yang Fan's behavior, she was actually moved to tears.
Between life and death, how many people dare to face death?
How many people can generously and selflessly give the chance of life to others?
Yang Fan did it!
Changsun Wugou knew very well that if Yang Fan surrendered or escaped alone, he would most likely survive.
In a desperate situation, Yang Fan was unwilling to escape alone. How could Changsun Wugou not be moved?
If it is said that there is still some entanglement between Li Shimin and Yang Fan.
So, at this time, Changsun Wujia had already determined his destination for the rest of his life.
At this moment, Changsun Wugou completely let go of all his scruples.
As long as you can get out alive, what if you are reviled by thousands of people?
Of course, Yang Fan didn't know the change in Changsun Wugou's mentality.
At this time, he was looking for the opportunity to take action.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the torch was almost blown out, and the light suddenly dimmed.
Of course, Yang Fan would not miss this opportunity and rushed towards the middle-aged monk.
Seeing Yang Fan's actions, the proud middle-aged monk was shocked.
Knowing that there was no time to shout, the middle-aged monk had to retreat quickly, hoping that the people behind him would block Yang Fan.
But his movements were not as fast as Yang Fan's. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged monk was caught by Yang Fan.
Without thinking, Yang Fan made a hook shape with his fingers, clasping the middle-aged monk's throat tightly, and shouted at the man in black: "Stay back, or today will be the day he dies."
Obviously, the middle-aged monk knew the consequences of Yang Fan's escape, and suddenly said hysterically: "Leave me alone, we must keep them tonight, otherwise we will all die."
Yang Fan was a little surprised, this guy really has some backbone.
Seeing all the men in black rushing up at once, Yang Fan didn't have time to think too much, so he picked up the middle-aged monk and threw him away.
With a bang, the middle-aged monk overwhelmed the man in black holding a torch, and the entire top of the mountain became dark.
Yang Fan could only feel the crowds of people in front of him, and there must have been several men in black rushing over with knives in hand.
As soon as he leaned down, Yang Fan picked up the horizontal knife that the man in black had dropped on the ground, and rushed down like a tiger descending a mountain.
If they cannot break through this narrow road, they will only become turtles in the urn, and then there will be no way to survive!
This group of men in black were obviously well-trained warriors. They helped the middle-aged monk and immediately launched a defense.
But before they formed a formation, they were surprised to see a figure swooping down from a high place.
The person at the front was caught off guard and was cut in half by Yang Fan with a flash of sword light!
Such a terrifying scene did not scare away the group of men in black, but instead aroused their bloodshed, and they rushed forward screaming.
The horizontal knife in Yang Fan's hand flew up and down, and he rushed towards the man in black.
Relying on the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, Yang Fan did not defend at all, and brandished a big knife to take the head of the man in black.
This desperate fighting style immediately stunned the group of men in black.
However, they soon became ecstatic again.
You know, several of their knives were about to hit Yang Fan.
In their opinion, no matter how outstanding Yang Fan's martial arts skills were, he would definitely be chopped into pieces by them.
However, they were soon dumbfounded!
Because the knives they slashed through felt like they were striking on iron stone, making the sound of gold and steel clashing.
These men in black were inexplicably surprised!
The middle-aged monk's face also became fixed.
Is Yang Fan a human or a ghost?
But Yang Fan didn't give them any thought. The horizontal knife in his hand cut off the necks of the two men in black without ceremony.
Maybe the two men in black would never understand until their death why Yang Fan was not injured, but could easily take their lives.
Of course, although there were no obvious wounds due to Yang Fan's desperate fighting style, he still felt very uncomfortable.
Being slashed by several men in black with all their strength, the sour feeling is indescribable.
At this time, Yang Fan's internal organs seemed to be displaced, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, which made him very uncomfortable.
Ignoring checking to see if he was injured, Yang Fan used his remaining strength, shouted loudly, and slashed with the horizontal knife in his hand.
This knife directly wiped the neck of a man in black in front of him, and a stream of hot blood rose into the sky.
The man in black covered his neck with his hands and could only make a grunting sound.
But the artery was severed and he could no longer block the surging blood. He twitched a few times and fell to the ground.
Yang Fan was also sprayed with blood on his face, and he looked like a demon from hell, looking particularly terrifying.
Without enough time to wipe the blood on his face, Yang Fan rushed down again.
Because he knew that if he couldn't break out of the encirclement, he would definitely die!
These men in black were completely frightened by Yang Fan's toughness and looked a little moved.
The middle-aged monk had just regained his composure when he saw four battle-experienced dead soldiers being killed by Yang Fan in an instant, and his face turned pale.
He knew the fighting prowess of these men in black. These men were dead soldiers who could fight one against ten.
Now, four of them were killed by Yang Fan in one breath, which made the middle-aged monk a little unbelievable.
Could it be that Yang Fan is really the God of War?
While these people were stunned, Yang Fan dived down for another ten meters and was about to break out of the encirclement.
The middle-aged monk finally came to his senses and shouted in horror: "Shoot them to death with a crossbow and I will never let them escape."
At the same time, several huge forces came from his abdomen. Yang Fan stumbled and almost fell into the cliff next to him.
When he looked down, he saw several crossbows dangling from his abdomen.
Yang Fan gave a bitter smile. At such a close distance, even the iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover could not block the crossbow's shooting.
Feeling that his clothes were wet, and a few streams of heat seeping down, Yang Fan knew that the injury should be serious.
With a swing of the knife, Yang Fan cut off several arrows by their roots so that he could move more easily, but a stinging sensation almost made him faint.
If it weren't for his tenacity, he might have fainted long ago.
Yang Fan slowly raised his head and looked at the remaining dozen men in black, who were pointing crossbows at him.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard to wake himself up, raised the black man's body under his feet and blocked it in front of him, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the man in black.
Such a desperate strategy had a miraculous effect on this narrow road.
Maybe these men in black were also afraid of being squeezed into the cliff next to them, so they kept moving back.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Fan escaped from the encirclement.
Just when Yang Fan was happy, dozens of torches suddenly lit up in front.
Apparently, there was an ambush.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk was ecstatic and shouted: "Young Master is below, don't let them escape!"
Yang Fan looked down and saw a young monk leading a dense group of men in black completely blocking the way.
It seems that this guy is the real owner.
But now that there were pursuers behind him, interceptions in front, and he was seriously injured, Yang Fan couldn't stop smiling bitterly.
It seems that I have to explain it here today.
Although he is in a desperate situation, it is not Yang Fan's style to sit back and wait for death!
Since everything is about to die, why not give it a try and turn to the eldest grandson Wugou with a sad smile: "My dear, I have let you down!"
Seeing Yang Fan's face covered with blood, Changsun Wugou was not afraid, but his tears fell instantly!
If it weren't for the wrong timing, Changsun Wugou might have burst into tears.
Of course she knew Yang Fan tried his best!
But the young monk smiled disapprovingly: "Haha, Wannian County Duke is indeed a heroic young man who destroyed Tubo with one hand."
"These iron guards are all elites left behind by my father. You are actually able to escape surrounded by so many people. You are truly a powerful general."
"As long as you are willing to surrender and hand over the Queen, once my king is restored successfully, I will grant you the title of Grand Marshal of the Army. What do you think?"
Yang Fan chuckled: "Who are you? You actually utter such arrogant words and pretend to be a descendant of the former crown prince. As far as I know, Li Jiancheng's descendants have already been killed by His Majesty. This is simply ridiculous."
Perhaps feeling that he had a chance to win, the young monk thought for a while, took a few steps forward, and said coldly and arrogantly: "Let me tell you, I am Li Chenggong. I am a prince who was not brought into the palace in time by my father. This is my token." .”
As he spoke, Li Chenggong took out a jade pendant, but unfortunately Yang Fan didn't see anything special about it.
However, Changsun Wugou recognized it at a glance and explained softly: "This is the token used by Prince Li Jiancheng to mobilize secret guards. At that time, Li Jiancheng stipulated that no one without his bloodline could hold it."
"The Empress is indeed well-informed!" Li Chenggong chuckled: "Can Mr. Wannian consider the identity that I have shown you? As long as you hand over the Empress and surrender, I will definitely keep your word and let you go. You have a way out."
Yang Fan smiled disapprovingly: "What if I refuse?"
Li Chenggong's face turned cold: "Since you want to die, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Seeing this scene, Wang Yuanquan quickly advised: "Young Master, you must not be merciful and cut the grass to get rid of the roots, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
Wang Yuanquan was frightened to see that Li Chenggong actually wanted to recruit Yang Fan.
Yang Fan's demonic performance just now made him realize clearly.
Once Yang Fan recovers, no one can cure him!
Seeing that the middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, Yang Fan suddenly showed a look that was half a smile but not a smile.
The next moment, Yang Fan ignored Li Chenggong, but turned around and rushed back, a flash of sword flashed by.
"Ouch." The middle-aged monk suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream.
An arm flew off the cliff like a severed branch.
A stream of warm blood sprayed out from the broken arm like a fountain, which looked particularly strange under the white moonlight.
This sudden change shocked everyone!
Li Chenggong was the first to react, and his color suddenly changed.
This is his uncle!
Now that Yang Fan chopped off an arm with a knife, wouldn't this make him disabled?
Yang Fan is already at the end of his rope, how dare he be so presumptuous?
The ants still live in vain!
Is this guy Yang Fan really not afraid of death?
It seems that trying to conquer this guy is impossible!
Immediately, Li Chenggong's expression turned cold and he waved his hand gently.
The man in black standing behind him rushed forward with a roar.
However, Yang Fan showed no fear. He raised the knife horizontally in his hand and placed it on the middle-aged monk's neck. He said in a sinister tone: "If you dare to move again, I will chop off his head!"
Wang Yuanquan grinned in pain when one of his hands was cut off.
Seeing the flash of the knife in front of him, and a cold feeling on his neck, he secretly screamed, "I'm going to die." He rolled his eyes and passed out.
Li Chenggong was immediately frightened.
Did Yang Fan really kill his uncle?
After all, this uncle had brought him up since he was a child, and he had a deep relationship with him.
What's more, many contacts require his uncle to go...
When he took a closer look, Li Chenggong realized that Yang Fan had just put the knife on his uncle's neck.
Wang Yuanquan just fainted.
Although blood was still flowing from the broken part of his arm, his slightly rising chest showed that he was still breathing.
This made Li Chenggong secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as you don't die!
However, Li Chenggong never dared to let others take action again.
I could only stare blankly, not knowing what to do.
Changsun Wugou was also stunned.
Yang Fan's temper is too explosive!
Aren't you afraid that Li Chenggong will be defeated?
However, she looked at Yang Fan with stars in her eyes, she was so full.
Li Chenggong silently looked at Yang Fan standing proudly, and had to sigh sincerely, this guy's behavior is really domineering!
With no other choice, Li Chenggong had no choice but to make way for him, not daring to block him any more.
Who told his uncle to be held by Yang Fan with a knife on his neck?
After Yang Fan walked out of the encirclement, Li Chenggong said: "Prince Wannian County, I will let you go down the mountain. You can let my uncle go. My uncle has lost too much blood. If he cannot be treated in time, he may be in danger of dying... "
Yang Fan smiled nonchalantly.
Let him go?
That's so naive!
This is his life-saving charm.
At this point, they are already in a fight to the death, how could Yang Fan agree?
Seeing that Yang Fan had no intention of letting him go, Li Chenggong shouted sternly: "Yang Fan, don't give me a toast or eat as a fine. My king's patience has limits."
After saying that, he asked the men in black to surround Yang Fan, but he did not dare to let the men in black attack.
Seeing that Li Chenggong was worried, Yang Fan's heart dropped slightly.
After a constant stalemate, both parties returned to the temple. It was less than an hour before dawn.
However, due to excessive blood loss, Yang Fan's face was as pale as a dead person. If he hadn't struggled with his last bit of thought, he might have collapsed long ago.
Seeing that Wang Yuanquan also looked defeated, Yang Fan grinned at Li Chenggong: "Let's make a deal? As long as you let the Queen go, I will let him go. How about that?"
Li Chenggong didn't speak, but looked at Yang Fan coldly.
Of course Yang Fan knew what he had planned.
Apparently, this guy was waiting for him to faint from blood loss.
You know, Wang Yuanquan's arm has been bandaged and is not bleeding now.
Since the arrowhead was still in his body, even though he had been treated, the bleeding did not stop.
Maybe he won't last long!
Thinking of this, Yang Fan raised the horizontal knife in his hand and pressed it directly against Wang Yuanquan's neck. The back of the knife was soaked with blood.
Li Chenggong's eyes twitched, he didn't dare to gamble.
After giving Yang Fan a fierce look, he said, "Do you think I will let you go now? You are so naive!"
Yang Fan smiled disapprovingly: "It seems that your ears are not very good. Didn't I tell you to let the Queen go? I can stay."
