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A large knife fell from the sky and appeared in front of this man, and for a moment, he, feeling hopeless, thought of his wife and children at home. Fell in a pool of blood with thoughts. The bandits grinned, and one man after another was killed. Standing behind the men were some bold women, watching their husbands, slaughtered at the hands of the robbers, who rushed to the robbers like crazy. They were greeted only by a large knife stained with their husband's blood, and a sneer. "No!" a cry came from the mouth of the seventy-year-old man of the village chief, whose son was kicked to the ground by a bandit in less than ten strokes, and the ghost head knife in his hand was slashed down.

An arrow passed through the robber's temple without warning, "Stop," Chu's father jumped out and put the village chief's son lying on the ground on his shoulder, the bandit was shocked by his hand and retreated to the back of the three masters, and the three masters glanced at it: "Yes, I didn't think that there was a master hidden among your group of reckless people, it's a pity, it's a pity." As soon as the words fell, he threw the knife in his hand, and Father Chu was startled and flashed sideways, but saw that the knife actually crossed the curve of the knife and stabbed into the eyebrows of the son of the village chief who had just escaped death. "Unfortunately, you can't do it yet. The third master said unhurriedly, "Keep killing, that guy will be left to me." With a casual wave of his hand, he took the lead in rushing out.

The rest of the villagers looked at the dead entity and couldn't help but shudder. Chu's father was full of grief and anger, but he saw that the three masters were coming straight towards him, and he didn't have time to draw the bow, so he abandoned the bow and used a stick, and the long stick was drawn out and waved, so that the three masters could not get close for a while, but the situation of the other villagers was not optimistic, most of the bandits were proficient in martial arts, and the villagers could barely resist with brute strength, although there were more people than the bandits, but they were only barely resisting, and from time to time someone was injured and even died! But they could not retreat, because behind them were their women, children, and their homes.

Erzhu has been running along the road, running for a long time, his heart is getting more and more afraid, seeing the village lights brightly, the angry shouts, screams, and laughter in his ears are getting clearer and clearer, he is afraid, afraid of his father, afraid of himself. "Daddy!" Father Chu heard this familiar voice, and the stick in his hand was suddenly retracted, but the three masters seized the opportunity, and with one footwork at the side, a knife slashed straight at his right arm. "Ah" A heart-piercing pain came, and Father Chu almost couldn't support it, but his right arm had been cut off. The three masters strode forward and fiercely slashed at Father Chu's chest. "Huh" saw a piece of mud thrown at him from a distance, he turned to one side, but was rescued by two young men with hand-sick. As soon as the three masters waved their hands, the bandits retreated behind him.

"Dad, you..... It's all my fault, I shouldn't have distracted you. Erzhu cried and knelt beside Father Chu, "It's okay, I don't blame you, go back to your mother, and Bao'er, it's too dangerous here, quickly inform all the old people, women, and children in the village to leave quickly." Father Chu touched his wound and said in pain. "Let's go, hey, don't you exist when I do, are you his son?" The third master glanced at Erzhu lightly, "Originally, I just wanted to kill you, but now, you made Grandpa Ben angry, I want to be a 'human biao', hahaha." The villagers all subconsciously retreated, after all, the skills of the three masters were too high, and they were ruthless, and even Chu's father broke one hand. Erzhu looked at the villagers around him, gritted his teeth and rushed to the front, Father Chu subconsciously wanted to hold him, but because of the pain of breaking his arm, he didn't stop him.

"Stop!" the immature hand stopped the "wolves" in front of him, but he didn't realize his weakness. The third master sneered: "Stop, I'll let you die now." "One slash, the speed is so fast, the two pillars can't dodge, they can only watch the blade get closer and closer, closer and closer...... "Thunder Spell!" A thunderbolt in the sky slashed down, straight between the two pillars and the three masters. The third master hurriedly flashed and looked at the sky, and everyone followed his gaze. But I saw a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties with red hair and white robe roaring: "Which turtle grandson bothered your grandfather, ah, you dare to kill people in front of me, I don't want to live anymore, Lao Tzu released a little thunder and bombed you all to death, hum." The three masters stared at the figure in mid-air, and their pupils suddenly shrank

"Immortals!"