The "man-eating monster" in the mouth of the three was holding a pot of astringent liquor, looking out of the empty North City Gate, carelessly. He is not from Huaiyoufu, not from Fengxiang County, Longzhou, or even from the Later Tang Dynasty, but he just lived here by accident and found an errand to accommodate.

He is now in the position of the chief of the halberd of Fengxiang County, and he has little memory of his hometown, but he doesn't like it, and he can't integrate into the bureaucratic military system of the Later Tang Dynasty. Thinking back then, he poured a sip of liquor again, and his eyes gradually became cold.

The hometown of Muxia, far north of the dry dragon, is estimated to be still a cold winter, and it is not yet summer. This land without spring and autumn has given birth to generations of people who have tried to get out of this wilderness, but in the end he is the only one who escaped.

It's just that the habit of many years has not changed, and when I set foot in the land of the Tang Dynasty and eat the first bite of "fresh food", the taste will never be forgotten. In my memory, I heard the elders of the older generation say that the likes of the Later Tang Dynasty, the Later Zhou Dynasty, and even the Yi Chu Dynasty, the raw fine skin and tender meat, the "fresh food" that has just been slaughtered and cut raw, is not exchanged for hundreds of mangniu.

Tonight, he was invited to a banquet on the high platform in the city to celebrate his achievements, but he refused his kindness, and committed himself here, how could he just want that bite of "fresh food". The boy who delivered the food tonight didn't know why, his hands and feet were really slow, and he hadn't delivered it yet, which couldn't help but make people feel worried.

He patted his hungry thick belly, and as soon as his mouth was wrapped in red tongue, he stood up from the base of the north wall that was leaning. He used to observe pedestrians here. Whether it is a dignitary or a rich man in the city, he can't escape his gloomy eyes.

"Grunt", another sound of hunger, Cao Zhihalberd pressed the sword on his waist, held the wine jug, and staggered towards the direction of the trail. The two teams of soldiers he sent will not come back for a while and a half. Collecting clues, cleaning up the "battlefield", and then burying the deceased is enough for them to keep busy for a while.

Although Cao Zhiji is good at "fresh food", he will never attack his comrades, which is why although he has a hunger habit, no one blames him. Although those sword and pen literati were quite complaining, they all obediently shut up because of this person's fierce and prestige.

Cao Zhi's halberd shook for a while, and suddenly stopped. Raising his white and tender hand, he patted his chest a few times, burped a slightly fishy wine, and continued to walk forward.

How could he be drunk by this half pot of wine, it was just that he had drunk himself after three rounds of people. lest the rabbits, who were hiding in the shadows, go to the high platform and chew the root of their tongues. When he raised his eyes just now, he estimated that it had reached He Taihu's ears at this time.

It's just that tonight under the high platform, he should be in power, and no one can say anything.

After about a stick of incense, he walked to the long street of the "Great War" just now, and when he saw the dirty blood that was still on the ground, Cao Zhiji stopped shaking and stabilized his figure. There is no one squatting behind the stone piers on both sides, and it is estimated that they are going to clean up the mess, so will something strange happen in the short vacuum here?

Will the assassin who entered the city and killed people appear at this time? On Cao Zhiji's slightly drunken face, a flash of anticipation flashed, and he looked forward to it ruthlessly.

Just as he was about to raise his feet and move forward, the three people who came rushing suddenly appeared at the end of the long street. The three people who appeared out of thin air, a monk, a woman and a teenager, seemed a little abrupt no matter how you looked at it. Cao Zhihalberd slapped his head suddenly, and suddenly realized: "Thorn ...... Assassin? ”

The three of them didn't say anything when they heard this, but their feet sped up and rushed towards Cao Zhi's halberd. It was originally a beast in the wilderness, but now it is trapped here, and it is a grudge in its heart, and it happens that three living people have sent it to the door, so they first cleaned them up, and then went to find "fresh food".

The staggering and crumbling Cao Zhizhu threw the wine jug in his hand to the side, and the wine jug smashed on the stone pier, and the liquor was poured on the stone pier, and there were wisps of fragrance overflowing.

Cao Zhiji's gaze like an eagle falcon had firmly locked the three of them, and he had sold a flaw forward, and now he was just moving his muscles. The fair-skinned left hand was held to his waist, and a strange long sword came out of its sheath, making a roar, like a living thing.

The three of them did not stop moving, and Chi Xin had already pulled out the long whip behind his waist and took the lead in attacking. The three of them fought more and less, and they already had the upper hand. In addition, the person who came was drunk and did not wake up, and he would be able to easily take it down if he shot at this time.

The monk behind Chixin looked at the strange long sword, and was about to stop Chixin, but before the words could be spoken, the long whip had already struck the door of the person who came. This shot is a killing move, and this whip will kill people.

What the three of them didn't expect was that the person who came didn't dodge or dodge, and divided the strange long sword to the hilt, and the long sword was split into two, and there were iron chains embedded in the hilt of the two halves. After two points, he threw half of the long sword towards the red heart, and the other half held it in his hand, and wrapped the long whip around the striking face.

The body of this strange long sword is like a snake, like a strange python coiled branches. There are five hollow holes on it, and there is a cold wind sound when it is waved just now. Although the sound is not loud, it is particularly harsh and disturbing.

The long whip of the red heart has been entangled, and it is too late to stop. You can only draw a short blade to block the backhand blow. The monk saw that Chixin suffered a loss as soon as he made a move, and secretly said that it was not good, so he immediately puffed up his robe sleeves and greeted him.

Just when the two sides were entangled, the monk had already outflanked the visitor from the side, and with a slap of the Buddha's Vajra palm, he slapped it towards the celestial spirit cover that could not be blocked by the visitor at this time. Cao Zhi, who was originally unavoidable, leaned up with his backhand, grabbed the iron chain in the two halves of the long sword with the other hand, and pulled it back.

Chixin was unsteady on his feet, so he fell over. The monk slammed his palm on Cao Zhiji's palm, only to feel a strong internal force hit the palm of his hand, and secretly said in his heart, "The internal strength is so strong, I'm afraid I am not a person in the army." ”

didn't have time to think about it, so he leaned back and caught the flying red heart. Chixin grabbed the long whip and refused to let go, but the monk took the handle of the whip with one hand, and with a hard pinch, the long whip was obediently separated and pulled back.

As soon as he fought, he almost lost one person, and it seems that this person should not be underestimated.

The visitor just twisted his wrist, looked at his palm, and stomped his foot, as if nothing happened. The four of them fell into a long-term confrontation, and now they can't get through the three monks, and whoever strikes first may fall into a critical situation.

And that Cao Zhihalberd will be a fatal blow to whoever attacks. While those soldiers have not yet come from, they need to fight quickly. There were no superfluous words, and the monk tore off his shirt, revealing his solid chest, and his face was crimson.

Seeing this scene, Cao Zhiji smiled unconsciously and said: "I didn't expect you, a monk, to look at your duty, and actually be a 'flower monk'." Before the words fell, the monk drank violently, his eyes were wide open, his hands were folded, and his breath soared, and as soon as he stepped down, he attacked Cao Zhi's halberd like an arrow from the string.

Cao Zhiji, who was still making fun of the monk, restrained his smile and held the two halves of the long sword in his hand, as if facing a great enemy.

At this time, the aura of the monk is completely different from just now, if it is said that there is only the strength of the fifth-order mid-grade just now, then it is not an exaggeration to say that the sixth-order upper grade is now. And he is only a sixth-order middle grade, if he is not careful, I am afraid that he will be killed on the spot.

The monk leaned forward, his feet moved faster and faster, and when he got close, his hands were divided, and the "Maha Prajna" in his mouth blurted out, and the sound entered the eardrums, and the ears of Cao Zhiji, who vibrate, roared.

I didn't expect this bald scoop to be so sneaky, and it actually "took the lead". The two halves of the long sword flew left and right, trying to block the gods and Buddhas.

But how could the unfamiliar monk who had entered the sixth-order upper grade realm give people a chance to take advantage of it, they were originally divided into two hands, and they quickly closed together, and a wave of qi shook Cao Zhi's halberd out.

Maybe Cao Zhiji never thought that the Buddhist kung fu was so broad and profound, but it was used by this bald scoop to take the lead in this enemy. With a successful blow, the young man surnamed Leng behind him pulled out the black gun behind his waist and jumped up.

stepped on the voice of the monk's shoulder, and swung down with strength. The black spear was like a dragon swimming in the night, baring its teeth and claws to pounce on the enemy in front of it. Cao Zhihald was shocked by the monk and was already angry, but he didn't expect that his back hand followed, so he crossed the two halves of the long sword above his head and lifted it, wanting to take over the power of thunder.

But this blow was a full blow from the young man surnamed Leng with all his strength, although he only had the strength of the fourth-order mid-grade, but with the blessing, he had broken the power of the sixth-order. The two halves of the strange long sword broke off in response, but Cao Zhiji's hands grabbed the hilt of the fallen black spear.

The young man surnamed Leng stopped drinking for a while, and pressed down, Cao Zhiji could only grit his teeth and hold on. In the middle of this electric light, there were bursts of calls and shouts in the distance, and the monk noticed that there was something wrong, so he grabbed Chixin, stepped forward and picked up the young man surnamed Leng, and ran to the side.

Before leaving, he kicked Cao Zhiji's face vigorously, leaving a shoe print on his face that was already "frowning and locked". With the strange laughter of the young man surnamed Leng, by the time the team of soldiers arrived, the three of them had disappeared into the night.

Cao Zhiji was covering his cheeks with his hands at this time, panting heavily, his face full of anger.

The first of the soldiers stepped forward and clenched his fists and said, "Halberd, Captain Kang has arrived outside the North City Gate, please instruct if you want to go to answer it." It was Cao Zhiji, who was full of anger, and a carp stood up, patted the dust on his body, and quickly restrained his expression.

Raising his hand, he waved, "Come with me and pick up Captain Kang." ”

The group of soldiers immediately lined up in order, followed the pace of Cao Zhiji, and rushed to the north city gate. At this time, Captain Kang pretended to be held hostage by Liu Youyao and Liu Qingmei, and was surrounded by a team of soldiers sent out before in an open space outside the city gate.

Captain Kang had said that his mouth was dry, but this group of soldiers was stunned and did not eat oil and salt. However, Liu lightly frowned and pulled the Heavenly Hell Division Leader Token tightly in his hand, and he was helpless. In the name of beauty, it was to answer, but in fact, the team of soldiers just now had been replaced, and it was Cao Zhiji's cronies who came.

He has to stop Captain Kang tonight, and then draw the bottom of the kettle from He Taihu, so that he can take Huaiyou Mansion in one fell swoop.

It's just that the unplanned three people appeared rashly, breaking the original conspiracy. Now I have to solve the trouble in front of me first, and then think about how to pull He Taihu off the platform.

Cao Zhiji's mood at this time was just the moonlight tonight, flickering bright and dark, cloudy and uncertain. Perhaps, the return of Captain Kang will be another turning point? Or maybe it's a crisis!