In Uncle Hou's hand, there was no fancy weapon, just an ancient sword with very serious wear, except for a brand-new dark red sword spike on the hilt, which added a bit of profound ancient meaning to this ancient sword that had gone through vicissitudes. The black-clothed man on the opposite side frowned slightly, and his eyes finally fell on the ancient sword in Hou Bo's hand, and then he replied lightly: "The authentic Han sword is indeed an extremely sharp killing technique in the era of cold weapons, but in modern times, it is just an old antique, old man, do you think that with that broken sword, you can solve the siege of the Tang family?"

"Hehe! When you were still wearing open crotch pants, the old man I have been using this broken sword to cross the rivers and lakes for decades, even though my old bones are no longer useful, but it may be more than enough to deal with you yellow-haired boys!"

Hearing this, Uncle Hou sneered, and slowly pulled the ancient sword out of the worn-out scabbard, and the sharp blade was followed by a sonorous sound that was extremely clear and spiritual.

One of the men in black immediately waved his hand above the roof, signaling that the other two did not need to help, but only surrounded Hou Bo step by step with his companions beside him. One was holding a strange three-edged thorn, the other was empty-handed, but on his left hand, with an iron glove, he slowly clenched his fist, and immediately rubbed a shrill sharp sound.

Hou Bo quietly swung his long sword and pointed obliquely at the ground, while his eyes were level, and the clouds were light and light.

When the two people on the left and right were just about to make a move, the sword body in Hou Bo's hand turned, and the volley slashed out diagonally, as fast as a sword rainbow, and it seemed to swing a sword plainly, but for the oncoming man in black, only he knew what kind of terrifying wind this sword contained. The three-edged thorn in his hand immediately waved his arm obliquely, and he was forced to take Hou Bo's sword. The man in black on the other side slapped a palm in the wind, and the iron gloves swept with a fierce aura, heading straight for Uncle Hou's back.

At this moment, above the roof, two black-clothed men in the dark corner stared coldly at a fierce battle below, and one of them whispered: "As long as you get rid of this old man, there will be no masters in this mansion, and we don't need to be afraid anymore!"

"His sword seems to be too sharp!"

The other replied lightly, as if the answer was not what he asked, but it pointed out the point.

"Although the sword is sharp, the person has withered, as long as he can carry his seventh sword, his internal strength will be doubled and weakened from the eighth sword, without internal strength as a backup, no matter how sharp the sword is, it will be vulnerable after all!"

"I hope ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Hou Bo's extremely plain sword passed by in front of the owner of the three-edged thorn, and although the man desperately carried the three-edged thorn to resist, he was still slashed off by the tip of the sword A piece of flesh on the shoulder. The moment the flesh hit the ground, a splash of red blood splattered. The sharpness of the blade can be described as sharp!

When the iron glove was still about three inches away from Hou Bo's back, Hou Bo made a sharp slash at his feet, and the tip of the sword flew around, drawing a large circle out of thin air, turning his head upside down, and piercing the heart of the iron glove.

Iron Glove looked horrified, perhaps he didn't expect the old man in front of him to react so quickly, almost faster than him!

Suddenly opened his mouth with five iron fingers, and grabbed the sword body fiercely, but the sharpness of the sword blade seemed to be far beyond his imagination, Hou Bo hit an internal strength out of thin air, and actually flashed the sword body out of the restraint of the iron glove, and rushed out six inches, the tip of the sword was impressively against the throat of the iron glove, and there was still a short distance of half an inch, and he could take the life of the iron glove. It's just that the iron glove is the offensive and defensive weapon of the man in black after all, and it cut off Hou Bo's offensive forcefully.

Frowning slightly, Hou Bo's arm shook, he waved his hand and drew his long sword, swinging the sword and slashing down at the iron glove again, the changes before and after, fast as a dragon, moving like lightning, all the actions were almost completed in an instant. The Iron Glove didn't seem to expect that Hou Bo had just lost, so he made up another sword, and immediately swung the Iron Glove to meet the sword again.

"Click!"

What people didn't expect was that the five fingers of the iron glove were slashed and broken by the sword shadow in response, and the five fingers were like five gushing pillars of blood, and accompanied by the man's scream, after a long three seconds, they were emitted at the same time. However, at this moment, Hou Bo's feet were vain, he staggered back three steps, and he was panting heavily, it was obvious that he was able to cut off the man's five fingers, and he had already exhausted his old roots.

"Uncle Hou can't stand it anymore, I'll get on!"

When the fat man saw that Uncle Hou couldn't hide his tiredness, he immediately puffed up his chest.

But he was dragged by Tang Yan: "If Uncle Hou can't stand it, you can't stand it! Obviously, these people will only kill people, and they won't show mercy, they are not like the little gangsters in the streets and alleys, if you make the slightest mistake, maybe you will be killed on the spot!"

"Yes, they will, it's just killing skills, and they're killing machines!"

The fat man swallowed his saliva vigorously, and he was not afraid of the sky and the earth on weekdays, but he also completely stopped eating at this time: "But, but if Uncle Hou can't do it, then what should we do? Once these people have murderous intentions, I'm afraid they will no longer be willing to besiege and not attack, if they attack us, won't we be dead?"

Tang Yan suddenly turned her head to look at the shocked Zhou Kegong on the side: "You can stop!"

"Sugar Candy, I, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop the battle between them!"

Zhou Kegong had a bitter face, looked at the fighting circle in the distance blankly, and then explained to Tang Yan honestly: "I, my father may have something to do with this matter, but I have no way to ask my father to come forward to stop, I have never had any right to speak in front of my father, Tangtang, you have to understand me, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I'm really ...... There's really nothing you can do...... Previously, they were able to see my father's face and not do anything to me, but they just didn't do anything to me, which can only show that my life can only be preserved for the time being under their choice. ”

After speaking, Zhou Kegong silently lowered his head.

Tang Yan sneered and said, "Zhou Kegong, how much is true and how false is everything you say now?

"Sugar Candy, I'm not!"

Zhou Kegong was completely panicked: "Tangtang, no matter what my father's intentions are, but I am sincere to you, although I sometimes like to be clever and jealous, but I will never plot the interests of your Tang family, never!"

Between the lightning and the fire, Hou Bo waved his sword to shake away the oncoming three-edged thorn, but there was a three-edged thorn on the opposite side and rushed again, this time the position was the position where Hou Bo had just stood, in the blink of an eye, the three-edged thorn had already arrived in front of him, seeing that it was inevitable to avoid it, Hou Bo actually made a move that surprised everyone, and met him with his body, when the three-edged thorn "poof" penetrated from Hou Bo's chest to his back, the long sword instantly broke out of the air and stabbed the throat of the person opposite.

The sword pointed at him, and the person's breath was immediately broken by the tip of the sword, and he fell to the ground heavily, but here, Hou Bo trembled, and reached out to support the three-edged thorn on his chest, and the stab was from the three-edged, and the blood flowed continuously.

"Hou Bo!"

At this moment, the fat man could no longer be calm, and quickly rushed to Hou Bo, and faced the iron glove with the severed finger. Forcing it back, the fat man turned around and came to Uncle Hou, and stretched out his hand to pull out the three-edged thorn, but was stopped by Uncle Hou: "Can't pull it out! If it is pulled, I, I have five minutes left at most, and now, now I can barely hold on for half an hour......" Uncle Hou said at the end, and his words were a little inarticulate.

Looking at the pale Uncle Hou, the fat man gritted his teeth fiercely, bent down to pick up the sword that fell off from Uncle Hou's hand, rushed towards the iron glove with broken fingers, and pierced the back of the opponent's heart with a sword, and then, the fat man angrily pulled out his long sword, raised his head and shouted above the roof: "You turtles with shrunken heads!

However, on the roof, the two men in black glanced at each other, and then turned their heads to look at Uncle Hou, who was not lightly injured, and did not seem to have any more meaning to look at the fat man who was crazy on the side, and one of them muttered in a low voice: "The end of the strong crossbow!

The two nodded, and immediately leaped down, stopping not far from where Hou Bo was.

The fat man immediately waved his sword and pointed at the other two: "You bastards, don't you want to ban us?

However, at this moment, the two people on the opposite side were still staring intently at Uncle Hou, and they didn't pay attention to the sword in the fat man's hand at all. Seeing the two people who appeared on the opposite side, Uncle Hou immediately stretched out his hand: "Fatty, stand down......! You're no match for them! you can't die in vain......"

"Now that you're like this, if I don't do it again, they really think we're bullying! Besides, if I don't do it, do I want to watch you die?"

The fat man replied to Uncle Hou angrily, but his eyes did not dare to stare at the other party for a moment.

"You don't have to do anything, and Uncle Hou won't die!"

Suddenly, behind Tang Yan, a familiar and long-lost voice came out.

Liang Chen was wearing a casual Zhongshan suit, slowly bypassing Tang Yan and Zhou Kegong, and came to the courtyard. Looking at the clothes on his body, Liang Chen turned his head to Tang Yan and nodded with a smile: "I found a random dress, I didn't expect it to fit so well!" Without waiting for Tang Yan to react, Liang Chen turned his head and quietly looked at the two people opposite, then slowly walked to the fat man's side and took the long sword from the fat man's hand.