The dark streets were empty, and the black ice platform was mighty, and hundreds of people were running murderously through the streets.

"Each small flag is responsible for a stronghold, if a small flag is in danger, the nearby small flag will be rescued in time. These people are all dead soldiers who kill people without blinking, and unless the other party gives up resistance, they will be killed on the spot. Zhao Que exuded a ruthless momentum.

There are a total of twelve people in each small flag plus a small flag officer in the Black Ice Terrace, and if it weren't for the difficult fork, it should be more than enough for a small flag to be in charge of a stronghold. There were no more than 100 dead soldiers who fled into the city, and they were scattered among dozens of strongholds, so the pressure on them should not be great.

Xianyang City, Qingfeng Inn. According to the information of Black Ice, there are three dead soldiers who escaped here. According to the eyeliner of the Black Ice Terrace, this inn is rarely occupied by passing merchants, but mostly occupied by some five big and three rough men in the rivers and lakes.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The barbarians of the Black Ice Terrace didn't have any scruples about doing things, they didn't even bother to call the door, and they directly started smashing the door by themselves. The quality of the door of this inn is still good, and under the impact of the thigh-thick hardwood, it actually lasted three rounds.

Zhengxiang, who lived upstairs in the inn, suddenly heard the sound of slamming the door, put on their clothes, picked up their weapons and stood on the second floor looking down vigilantly.

"Black Ice Terrace is chasing three fugitives, and everyone has laid down their weapons and cooperated with the investigation." The little flag officer of the Black Ice Platform shouted loudly.

"For you people, if you say there are fugitives, there will be fugitives."

"That's it, why."

The inn is inhabited by some people from the rivers and lakes, few of these people are good people, almost everyone has blood on their hands, and naturally they are not easy to get along with.

This inn is obviously a hard stubble, there are about thirty or forty people living in the entire inn, and three dead soldiers have been mixed in, and if you want to find out those three people from these thirty or forty people, you must let these people cooperate with the investigation.

"I was talking about it once, the Black Ice Platform handled the case, and everyone put down their weapons, otherwise they would be killed." The little flag officer of the Black Ice Platform said impatiently.

"Kill or kill, you kill one and try." On the second floor, a man with five big and three thick men shouted with a sledgehammer in his hand.

There was a soft sound of "Zheng", and I saw a black iron long sword on the pillar on the second floor trembling gently.

"Boom." As soon as the man finished speaking, he came down from the second floor.

"Try and you'll die." Following the voice, the two walked in, one was wearing the official robe of the black ice platform, it was Zhao Que, and the long sword in the scabbard in the hand of the person behind Zhao Que had disappeared, obviously the black iron long sword on the pillar on the second floor was his.

As soon as Zhao Que and Gai Nie entered the inn, the black ice platform in the inn immediately leaned over and made way for a way, and the two walked to the front to confront the Jianghu knights on the second floor.

Zhao Que didn't even raise his eyelids for the corpse on the ground, he looked up at the eager warriors upstairs and said: "My people have said just now, everyone put down their weapons, I count three times, if you don't put down the weapons in your hands, it's nothing more than the report I handed to Hou Ye tomorrow, there are only thirty fugitives in the inn here." ”

"One."

"Two."

"That person is Gai Nie, Sword Saint Gai Nie."

"You read it wrong, how could Sword Saint Gai Nie become Li Chen's dogleg."

"It's really the sword saint Gai Nie, my teacher has compared swords with him."

"What about your teacher?"

"Naturally, it's dead."

Zhao Que's three voices have not been counted, and some of the heroes upstairs recognized Gai Nie, who can be said to be the idol of the entire rivers and lakes. Now that he sees that even Gai Nie has taken refuge in Daqin, it is inevitable that these people in the rivers and lakes will feel that their youth is over.

"Three."

At this time, Zhao Que shouted out the last number, and Xiao Qi in the inn also pulled out the long knife on his waist, and when everyone was about to kill Lou, they only heard a voice from upstairs: "Brothers, throw weapons on the ground, we are not afraid of them, we are giving the Sword Saint a face." ”

"Juggernaut, this is your sword." Finally, the one who spoke took off Gai Nie's sword, and then said respectfully.

"When."

"When."

"When."

This kind of thing happens when one person takes the lead, and then there is a second, and then there is a third, and then there is an endless stream. It seemed that the reason to give the Sword Master face was enough, not only to avoid the conflict with the Black Ice Platform, but also to save his own face, and soon the people upstairs had already dropped their weapons on the ground. The three dead men in the crowd looked at each other, then turned and ran towards the house.

"It's the three of them, chase." The people of the Black Ice Platform immediately ran upstairs.

"Bang." The three of them slammed open the window of the inn and ran outside.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

It's a pity that this person's two legs can't outrun the bow and crossbow, and the people of the Black Ice Platform didn't even bother to chase, took out the Qin crossbow they carried, and a rain of arrows went down and nailed the three of them to death on the street.

"Give me a three-foot search of this inn, and bring all the accounts to the Black Ice Terrace, and the shopkeeper and Xiao Er also bring them to me." Zhao Que instructed his subordinates.

The whole process can be regarded as smooth, of course, this is the reason why Gai Nie is present, otherwise if the thirty or forty heroes riot, I am afraid that this Xiaoqi is really not an opponent. After handing over the task of searching the inn to his subordinates, Zhao Que and Gai Nie began to rush towards another target.

"Down."

"Down."

The two of them were still walking on the street when they heard the sound of gold and iron clashing in front of them. The two of them immediately quickened their pace and hurried to the battlefield in front of them. I saw that in the alley in front of me, a small flag on a black ice platform was fighting with seven or eight dead soldiers. The long knife and the bronze sword collide together, and then they change their moves, either attacking or blocking. It's just a pity that the number of people on the Black Ice Platform has the upper hand, and these dead soldiers are already scarred.

"Whoosh."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Gagne flashed into the battlefield like a gust of wind, his sword unsheathed, or rather unsheathed, or rather unsheathed. Ganie weaved through the crowd, the scabbard slamming unmistakably into the back of the deadman's head, and then the person who was hit must have fainted to the ground.

"Tie it up, and see if you can ask something." Gai Nie dodged back to Zhao Que's side again, and said to a group of stunned people from the Black Ice Terrace.

"Lao Gai, good kung fu." Zhao Que said with a smile, although Zhao Que alone could take down these seven or eight dead soldiers, he couldn't do it as easily as Gai Nie. The most important thing is that it seems that the light skills that he is proud of are not as good as Gai Nie.

Gai Nie's group of little fans also recovered from their stunned state, and immediately tied up the dead soldiers who fell to the ground, and did not forget to knock out their teeth, so as not to kill themselves by poisoning.