Kill!

Sha Qing is like a lion stained with blood in the face of wolves, and he will not retreat!

Furious.

Soon he tore a hole in it.

Nayedo held the knife in one hand, and every time he walked out of a distance of one meter, he was going to cut off the head of an enemy, Nayedo was not in a hurry, trying his best to control the consumption of internal force in his body, like a calculating rural woman, the use of every drop of internal force was calculated in an orderly manner.

Song Ziwen pierced a man's forehead with a sword, and the officer and soldier fell backwards with round eyes, and there was an extra crossbow arrow that he didn't know where to shoot from behind him; Song Ziwen quickly turned around, and a columnar crossbow arrow with neat cuts cut off the tip of the crossbow arrow pierced into his shoulder.

Song Ziwen frowned, back then, in Wuhai Canyon, the eldest and second were led away, he faced more than 100 sand thieves alone, the knives were all killed, several ribs were broken on his body, and there were hundreds of arrow wounds alone, Song Ziwen also fought bloodily, this time. His lips were only purple, and he slowed down for a second before gritting his teeth and returning to normal.

"Kill!" Song Ziwen muttered, no longer sober as before, his eyes were scarlet, like an angry beast.

This state is similar to Sha Qing.

Ouyang tightly protected Wang Jinxiu and followed behind Na Yeduo and Sha Qing.

The three sand thieves, like dirt carts, went from the east end of the alley to the west end of the alley, almost all the way flat, and the road they walked was full of corpses and rivers of blood, and there was not a single living person.

Young chivalry, befriended by Wuduxiong. The liver and gallbladder are holes, the hair is shrugging! A promise is worth a thousand dollars!

The three sand thieves are no longer young.

Nayedo dropped out of school at an early age, and his level of education could not say such things. can be according to what he said, come out and mix, but ask for spirit, and don't ask whether it is right or wrong.

Since he promised Chu Tiannan, take care of Ouyang and Wang Jinxiu.

In any case, they are not going to take a step back.

Nayedo's face was already covered with blood, he wiped the blood and sweat on his forehead, the footsteps of the reinforcements had been ringing constantly, and the group of city guards in front of him had more than 200 people, and if they continued to come, what fate they would have could be predicted. He grinned: "Brothers, are you afraid?"

The same question, the last time Nayado asked, was before he went into the alley.

Now, he has stepped on the corpses of more than 200 people.

"Boss, this is not enough for me to kill!" Sha Qing laughed maniacally, and the halberds collided together with a snap, making a sound of Jin Ge chirping.

Ouyang covered Wang Jinxiu's ears, and she quickly blocked the child's ears.

Smack.

The aftermath shook forward, and three or four officers and soldiers in front of them bled on the spot.

"Boss, I can still kill!" Sha Qing laughed when he saw this scene.

Song Ziwen is the lowest realm of the three, he grew up with a man in the village who knows a few tricks of crop style martial arts; but he didn't have this talent, and later became a literati, and he also liked to visit some masters; later, he killed 32 people up and down the yamen, or returned to the route of rough martial artists.

But Song Ziwen is also a military advisor in the cottage, he knows that his kung fu is not high, and he has always been positioned to use his brain.

From the sand thieves at the bottom to the sand thief boss who later dominated the desert, Song Ziwen knows best how difficult it is for the three of them to get to where they are today, so he has always been like a diligent old farmer, calculating everything, he is very cautious, for fear that this little family business will all be ruined one day.

Nayedo's words woke him up, and when he became a sand thief, he was no longer a literati. There are no pros or cons of right or wrong, only whether the qi of the heart and mouth can be released.

Song Ziwen seemed to have returned to that day, the moon was dark and the wind was high, he had just come to his hometown, and in the thatched house, he was poor all his life, and before he had time to enjoy the blessings, he died in a dark corner, his sister who was always wearing pigtails, Song Ziwen once said that he would find her a sister who was married to a good family, and died with his mother.

After the neighbors told him that he was made by the Yamen, Song Ziwen touched the scholar's sword on his waist and walked to the Yamen; they all thought he was a poor scholar, so no one guarded against him, that day he mabbled the scholar's sword and rolled the blade, thirty-two mouths, family members, guards, including the boss of the Yamen, everyone died, Song Ziwen's eyes were scarlet, covered in blood, and then a fire burned the Yamen, he saw the raging fire burning, and there was nothing left of the Yamen's door wall, barren grass, text classics, and bit by bit.

Song Ziwen smelled the smell of burnt yellow, he didn't feel comfortable in his heart, but saw his old mother, who was raising the old stove at home, talking to his sister about his son of a promising "big official". A group of people broke in and killed her mercilessly.

Song Ziwen squatted and left two lines of tears, and he fled outside the mountains. I met Sha Qing and Na Yeduo.

Killed all the way.

Today, Song Ziwen seemed to have returned to the dark and windy days of that day, and the sword he was holding in his hand was almost curling, he threw down the sword, hit the ground with a crisp rattling sound, and picked up a blood-stained long sword on the corpse of an officer and soldier again.

Song Ziwen rushed forward.

The rest of these officers and soldiers are all small squad leaders and small captains.

The strength is not bad, Song Ziwen's strength is far from Sha Qing and Na Yeduo, in order to maintain the same fighting speed, he is almost overdrawing his internal strength, and now the internal strength of the dantian has been exhausted.

When Song Ziwen stabbed a long sword into the chest of a small military chief, the opponent's spear also pierced his arm.

"The third child!" Sha Qing killed two officers and soldiers, but more people had already surrounded him.

In front of Nayedo was Li Dashui, who was sitting on a tall horse and holding a mahogany spear, and he was wearing steel armor in front of him.

No one was able to help Song Ziwen.

Song Ziwen didn't need anyone's help, his red eyes, holding a long sword, he didn't look at his pierced arm, the spear was just inserted in his arm, he held the long sword with one hand and stabbed it out fiercely.

One was inserted into the heart of an officer and soldier.

But there are still many people left, and the dead are all some minions, and the really strong people are all retaining their strength in the rear. I don't know which two people cut off his long sword.

Song Ziwen smashed his fist on the chest of the officer and soldier at the front, the armor cracked on the spot, and debris flew everywhere, Song Ziwen gritted his teeth, roared angrily, and used force again, the man flew upside down two meters away on the spot, and he was paralyzed on the ground and could not die again.

At the same time, two spears pierced through Song Ziwen's waist in the back.

Song Ziwen snorted coldly, endured the pain, and after a roar, he turned around stiffly, and smashed his fist on the Adam's apple of one of the officers and soldiers, and blood was flying.

The spear was drawn.

Song Ziwen's eyes widened, he fell down in a daze, and the days seemed to have returned to that day, when the old mother had just sent him out of the village gate.

The old mother's calloused hands cut off the wheat in the house, and all the income from the autumn harvest was put in his hands, and the old mother said tremblingly: "Ziwen, go to the city to be an official, my mother can't help you anything." ”

Two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of Song Ziwen's eyes who were lying down, and tears mixed with blood dripped on the ground.

There is no more sub-text in the world, and it will dissipate into green smoke.

"No, the third child!" Sha Qing was crazy, and the double halberd threw out, smashing on the five or six people in front of him, and the person flew out upside down in an instant, pushed on several people behind him, and smashed heavily behind him.

Seven or eight people on the spot felt as if they had been hit hard.

This alley, make way for it.

Sha Qing rushed to Song Ziwen's corpse at a speed rarely seen in his life, Sha Qing, a madman who has always been bold and dared to beat even the son of the city lord when he made trouble, actually had a helpless face.

Sha Qing looked at Song Ziwen's corpse in a daze, and after a long silence, he sat on the blood soaked in the corpse.

"The third. ”

Sha Qing still can't forget that it was he who brought Song Ziwen back to the cottage.

There were only a dozen people in the cottage.

Sha Qing excitedly said to Nayedo that he had brought back a talented man.

Only literate can be called Mr. in the cottage, it is not an exaggeration to call Song Ziwen a talented man.

In the next few battles, Song Ziwen showed his excellent reconnaissance ability and overall view, and what convinced Sha Qing was that Song Ziwen could appear coincidentally every time to save their brothers and water.

Once confronted a certain sand thief boss, Nayedo and Sha Qingzhong were tied up.

It was Song Ziwen who led people to their lair.

One person killed more than a hundred, and the firewood knives were all chopped down.

For so many years, their brothers have saved each other's lives many times, but today, Song Ziwen is lying in a pool of blood.

Sha Qing was at a loss for the first time.

The reason why he can go all the way is that he can go all the way without thinking about anything.

It's all because of Na Yeduo to give orders, and Song Ziwen's wisdom to sit in charge, he can think about nothing, only need to think about will, and only need to think about killing.

But Song Ziwen died.

Sha Qing was stunned and shouted: "Third brother, my brother said that I want to give you ten thousand taels of gold." ”

That day, Song Ziwen killed thirty-two members of the Yamen, covered in blood and lit a fire in the deep mountains and old forests, holding a book and looking at it carefully.

Sha Qing happened to lead a few brothers to patrol the mountain, and when he saw this strange scene, he asked Song Ziwen, what is so good about this broken book, Song Ziwen said that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.

Sha Qing said let go of the fucking fart, you go with me, I will let you have ten thousand taels of gold in the future.

Song Ziwen was stunned for a moment, then smiled stupidly and left with him.

Sha Qing always thought it was his personality charm, but he couldn't figure out why Song Ziwen laughed that day.

He seems to understand a little bit now.

It is laughing at the helplessness of life, and it is laughing at the creation of people.