Chapter 157: Defeat with one move

Lv Bin, a member of Wu Fan's team, is 30 years old this year. He is the oldest person in Wu Fan's team. He is usually taciturn and rarely speaks. However, he always executes Wu Fan's orders without compromise.

Lv Bin's strength is not as good as Wu Fan and Niu Er, and his flexibility is not as good as Zheng Xiaoliu. However, he is mature and steady, giving people a sense of steadiness and will not make big mistakes. Moreover, he is also very serious during training. It can be said that his combat effectiveness is only after Wu Fan and Niu Er in the entire team.

The three stood still, facing the most enemies and the most dangerous situations. Wu Fan occasionally helped Niu Er and Lv Bin next to him to relieve their pressure.

"Go away, I'll do it!"

At this time, Yang Zhihu came from behind and his eyes turned red after seeing Wu Fan.

Yang Zhihu has been in the rebel army for more than a year, and has fought with the imperial army many times, but he has never been injured.

However, today, when facing this temporary ragtag army, he was injured. This made him unacceptable and extremely angry. He wanted to kill Wu Fan on the spot.

And now, his hatred for Wu Fan has increased.

Because of Wu Fan's existence, his team has no way to break up the formation of this ragtag army and expand the results of the battle, which makes him want to kill Wu Fan even more.

"Go to hell!" Yang Zhihu came to Wu Fan's face, and the big knife in his hand brought a strong wind and chopped towards Wu Fan, full of momentum, like a tiger coming down the mountain.

Wu Fan also found Yang Zhihu and knew that the other party was the leader of this uprising army. As long as he killed him, not to mention that the crisis in front of him could be immediately resolved, at least the pressure would be much less. He wanted to kill the other party before, but he had no chance. Now, the other party actually came directly to kill him, and Wu Fan naturally would not dodge.

The black stone long sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air and blocked in front of him.

"Dang!"

The sword and the knife collided with each other, and fierce sparks burst out immediately.

"Open it for me!" Yang Zhihu did not take back the sword, but pressed forward with all his strength, trying to rely on his own strength to repel Wu Fan.

Yang Zhihu was still very confident in his own strength. He often competed with others in strength before, and rarely lost. Wu Fan looked thin, so he thought that his strength would not be too great.

However, it was obvious that Yang Zhihu underestimated Wu Fan's strength. Wu Fan, who was wearing a full set of equipment, had a terrifying strength of 176 points, which was definitely not a normal human being could have.

Therefore, even if Yang Zhihu had tried his best, he still couldn't push Wu Fan at all. Wu Fan not only did not move at all, but his face did not change at all. On the contrary, Yang Zhihu's face turned red because of excessive force.

How could this happen?

Yang Zhihu looked at Wu Fan with a calm face, and his body did not shake at all, and his heart was full of horror.

How could his strength be so great? He couldn't even beat him?

Yang Zhihu, who was very confident in his own strength, felt frustrated for the first time in his proud strength.

"It's my turn."

When Yang Zhihu was shocked by Wu Fan's power, Wu Fan suddenly spoke. Yang Zhihu was slightly stunned, and then he felt his left leg hit hard, as if he was hit by a speeding carriage.

"Crack!"

Wu Fan stretched out his right foot and swept it, sweeping Yang Zhihu's left leg. The huge force directly broke Yang Zhihu's left leg. The crisp sound of the bone breaking was clearly heard by both Wu Fan and Yang Zhihu.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhihu screamed, his face turned from red to white in an instant, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his whole face looked extremely hideous because of the great pain.

However, this is not the end!

Wu Fan's kick seemed casual, but without holding back, it was quite powerful. After breaking Yang Zhihu's left leg, he continued to break Yang Zhihu's right leg.

"Ah!!"

"It hurts so much!"

Yang Zhihu was usually able to endure pain, but this time, both of his legs were broken, which was too painful and exceeded his endurance limit, so he couldn't help but scream.

To be honest, it was very rare that he didn't faint directly.

Because both of his legs were broken, Yang Zhihu's body lost balance, and the strength of his whole body was disappearing rapidly, and his body fell to the side.

Wu Fan's left palm hit Yang Zhihu's wrist, and with a "click", Yang Zhihu's wrist also broke, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Do you still want to kill me?" Wu Fan put the long sword against Yang Zhihu's neck and asked lightly.

At this time, Yang Zhihu had already slumped on the ground, his face pale and his eyes dull.

Yang Zhihu never thought that he would be defeated easily after just one encounter with the opponent, and he was defeated so badly. In this case, he knew without checking that he was useless. Even if he could escape death today, he would be a useless person in the future.

And sometimes a useless person is worse than a dead person.

Seeing that the opponent seemed to be stupid, Wu Fan bent down slightly, grabbed the opponent's collar, and lifted him up.

"Your leader has been captured. If you don't want to die, put down your weapons!" Wu Fan held Yang Zhihu and said loudly to the rebel soldiers. Facing thousands of rebel soldiers, he looked calm and fearless.

Some of the rebel soldiers were still fighting, while others stared blankly at Yang Zhihu, who had become a disabled man in Wu Fan's hands. It was a little hard to accept for a while.

Just now, just now, Yang Zhihu had majestically killed an important general of the other side. However, in just a short time, Yang Zhihu was captured alive and disabled. The ups and downs were too big, which made the rebel soldiers who were just in high spirits unacceptable.

"Your leader has been captured. If you don't want to die, put down your weapons!" Wu Fan spoke again.

This time, more people discovered the situation here. Whether it was the rebels or the grain transport team, they were all stunned by such a change.

The battlefield that was just fiercely fought seemed to be under a spell. One after another, people stopped their actions. Even those who were far away did not hear Wu Fan's words, but they were also stunned when they saw Yang Zhihu in Wu Fan's hand.

What is going on?

How did the leader get caught? Moreover, it seems that there is no resistance. What is going on?

The rebel soldiers looked at Yang Zhihu in Wu Fan's hand and panicked!