Han Xiaoyue paid tribute to Long Yan outside Xingping County, drank two jars of wine, and was already drunk at this time. The twenty black-clothed warriors who were in ambush outside Liangcheng saw that he looked drunk, so they drew their scimitars and rushed towards him. I saw that the blade was in front of me, but I didn't see him dodge. Whether it is inside or outside the temple, everyone raises their hearts to their throats.

Outside the temple, Ding Yuechan stomped her feet and said, "This nerd, why don't you dodge?" As he spoke, he was about to rush forward. Lu Zeduan hurriedly stopped and said, "Miss Yue Chan, if Xiaoyue is killed so easily, then there is no need for us to wait here." Let's see what he does! In this way, Ding Yuechan gave up and watched anxiously.

In the temple, Situ Sheng looked like he was in his chest, but Cheng Song was so anxious that he stomped his feet. The daisy in Mu Yaqin's hand had already been kneaded by her, but Xiao Wan and Chi Hai looked cold. The Seven Holy Maidens of Nanxun all opened their eyes and stared intently. Cai Xi picked up Long Yan's orphan and turned his back, unwilling to let the child hear or see this tragedy.

Of course, Han Xiaoyue was not unaware of the approaching danger, but he did not take the twenty black-clothed warriors in front of him in his eyes. In his eyes, the dry temple is the only purpose, and these foreigners in front of him regard them as if they were mustard.

"Drink!" Han Xiaoyue shouted, stretched out her hands and carried the tripod with one move, knocking the leader who rushed forward to the ground. The others besieged it, and Han Xiaoyue attacked it.

After the leader fell to the ground, the two people next to him stabbed diagonally, and the two people in front of him slashed straight from the top of their heads. Han Xiaoyue dodged backwards, but someone else rushed up and stabbed directly. Han Xiaoyue caught the stabbing scimitar between her two fingers, and with a slanted force, the man's hands holding the scimitar were shaken away, and the scimitar fell into Han Xiaoyue's hand. The rest of the black-clothed warriors rushed forward again, and Han Xiaoyue turned to aim her blade at them, without hesitation, each knife hit her chest and neck. In an instant, the twenty samurai's blood splattered. The blood spurted out like fireworks, shooting into the sky and then falling to the ground and shattering into petals.

Within moments, the fallen black-clad warrior paved the way to the steps, leaving only the leader to retreat frequently. Han Xiaoyue stood on top of the corpses of the black-clothed warriors, still looking at the leader with drunken eyes. Throwing the scimitar in his hand on the ground, he wiped the blood on his hands casually and said, "How is it, how is the drunkard in the Central Plains?" The leader's face was oozing with sweat, and his black clothes were soaked. Han Xiaoyue was shocked when she saw him, so she continued to laugh and said, "When I, Han Xiaoyue, was a general, I don't know how many soldiers died at my hands, and there will never be more than 20 of you!" ”

The leader knew that he had no way to retreat, and whether he moved forward or retreated, he would die, and he shouted and rushed towards Han Xiaoyue. Han Xiaoyue only waited for him to get closer, and then pointed straight into his eyebrows. With a "poof", blood erupted from the back of the leader's head. Then he fell to the ground.

Han Xiaoyue stepped over the corpses of twenty black-clothed warriors and continued to walk towards the steps.

Everyone outside the temple was amazed. These people have been roaming the rivers and lakes for many years, but they have never seen today's bloody scenes. Ding Yuechan never expected that the cowardly little general in the past would take the lives of twenty people in an instant. Not only that, but there was no fear on his face, as if it was a killing machine.

In the temple, Situ Sheng, Cheng Song and others sank in their hearts. "It seems that Han Xiaoyue has made up her mind today to wash the dry Zen Temple in blood!" Situ Sheng thought of this and looked at the sky, "It's just that it's getting late, where is the master?" If it weren't for the help of his old man, I'm afraid that so many people might not be Han Xiaoyue's opponents! ”

Seeing this, Fujiwarano, who was hiding in the monk's house, patted the window lattice and said, "Damn! Killed twenty of my samurai! Yan Liang's brows gradually soothed, and she quipped: "I have warned you a long time ago, don't be too ambitious, but there is no one in the Central Plains who bullied me?" ”

Fujiwara Ye snorted and said, "Eldest sister, it's not that I have ambitions, but that the Fujiwara clan has bigger plans. I'm Fujiwarano, but I'm just a pioneer! My three hundred warriors are just a speck of dust among many warriors who will embark on the road to occupy the Central Plains in the future. Sister Yan Liang listened and said, "What you said is good. Perhaps, when you dust come together, it is nothing more than three sands. ”

Fujiwarano listened, smiled mysteriously, and commanded two sentences in Toei. Within a moment, hundreds of black-clothed warriors rushed out of the temple. From the trees and grass outside the temple, more than 100 black-clothed warriors rushed out from every corner. This is all the 300 samurai that Fujiwarano brought from Toei.

Sister Yan Liang breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Are you planning to put everyone's lives on the line and burn him with jade?" Fujiwara Ye laughed and said, "My Fujiwara clan has always done things like this, doesn't the eldest sister understand?" With that, he walked out of the monastic house and came to the gate of the temple.

Han Xiaoyue was blocked by more than two hundred warriors, and she was indeed a little frightened in her heart, but she said strongly: "What, Han Xiaoyue actually used hundreds of people to stop me?" What an honor! Fujiwarano stood at the gate of the temple and looked down and said: "Han Xiaoyue, in the lower Fujiwarano, come from the east, look up for a long time!" ”

Han Xiaoyue yawned deeply, and then said, "Dongying is here, and it is really not my race. As he spoke, he pointed to Fujiwara Yedao, "I know that the Ten Thousand Demon Valley has great powers, but I didn't expect that even foreigners could be contacted." As everyone knows, if it is not my race, its heart will be different. It's easy to please, but it's really hard to give it away! Fujiwarano smiled: "It is worthy of being a general and a person who has been a guard, with sharp eyes and different visions." It's just that my coming here has nothing to do with the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Since you know everything, I won't hide it. We, the Fujiwara clan, came to the Central Plains to see the kung fu of the people in the Central Plains. Han Xiaoyue, do you dare to compete with my three hundred warriors? ”

When Sister Yan Liang heard this, she ordered the other sisters to stay in the house first, and rushed out with an arrow, standing beside Fujiwara Ye and said, "Han Xiaoyue, I am Sister Yan Liang, the eldest sister of the Seven Holy Maidens of Nanxun. Fujiwarano was a rescuer I hired, but not against you. I just came to ask about the murder of the third child. Han Xiaoyue said: "Yu Zhengmei's death does not need to be said. Just if you collude with foreigners to invade the Central Plains, it will be a capital crime for me! When I kill this inarticulate man, I'll reason with you!" ”

Fujiwara said: "Han Xiaoyue, your tone is not small!" With so many knives, you're not afraid? Han Xiaoyue snorted and said, "I'm not afraid of the sword array, I'll be afraid of you, the sea of people array?" But there is only one thing, since the death of my wife, I have become a thirst for killing. But if you can't stop it, I'm afraid you'll have to go back with three hundred unjust souls! ”

Fujiwarano laughed and said, "Okay! All I want is for you to do your best! With that, as soon as he raised his hand and drank a Dongying language, the Dongying warriors on and off the steps shouted one after another, rushing towards Han Xiaoyue like crazy.