Diao Buming didn't waste time looking for Puxiang Zhenren. For the old man of the blood carving, this Taoist priest from the capital who seems to be very famous is just a head, and this head seems to be a little holiday with the Zuo family, and if it is gone, it will be gone, so it doesn't matter for the time being. The six doors of the Jingshi are still behind, and I don't know when they will catch up. Now it's down to business.

When the business is done, one day I remember, I will go back to the capital again, and cut down the Taoist priest.

So Diao Buming walked simply. Three or two steps into Zuojiazhuang, without looking around.

When Diao Buming walked into the village, the view would be blocked by walls, doors and windows, and a figure would carefully swing out from behind a stone. It is Puxiang real people.

At this time, the Taoist priest was already embarrassed, and in order to avoid a few legs being frozen and unable to move, Puxiang Zhenren had to rub his hands underneath constantly. After rubbing for a while, confirming that Diao Buming would not come out, Puxiang Zhencai quickly turned around and ran away.

He did not run to the southeast, but to the northwest. Now that the East Window incident happened, he didn't have the courage to enter the Beijing Division under the danger of being exposed by Wang Chuan. Although his own affairs are a matter of staring at in a certain circle, if this matter is exposed, the overflowing anger that has accumulated in this circle will drown him.

"Alone, unrelated! Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, how could the poor Dao suffer such a calamity? ”

Puxiang Zhenren sighed, walking with a limp, his steps a little stiff. Because he didn't wear pants, he was already a little frozen.

The old man of the blood carving is nameless, and he and Puxiang are really opposite. Puxiang Zhenren is heading north, but Diao Buming is brandishing his knife in the south. In front of him were not only the people of Zuojiazhuang, but also the Taoist priests who were thrown here by Puxiang Zhenren.

Diao Buming's strength is obviously a big level higher than these people. He didn't even use the shocking knife he used against Zuo You first. It seemed that he had found that the enemy in front of him was not enough for him to use that kind of knife technique, and he only needed to swing the knife in his hand to play this slaughter mission into a lawn mowing game in Musou mode.

The Taoist priests and Zuojiazhuang people who were still fighting in front of them were grass. Diao Buming has a sickle in his hand.

It was so easy to kill people that people who were still hostile had to unite.

But it didn't work at all.

The grass that spreads out or fights and entangles is grass, and the grass that is neatly arranged and gathered together is still grass. The nameless "sickle" is waved without any difference.

A Taoist priest deceived him and approached him, and went straight to Diao's name; A brocade master of Zuojiazhuang followed and stabbed the nameless upper body with a sword. The two of them shot at the same time, and it was like half of the joint attack, and the tacit understanding was that they didn't want to.

But the old man didn't care. He didn't even use any special skills, just slashed straight from top to bottom.

An unpretentious split, ignoring the attack of bullying.

The blade went straight down, and the Taoist priest and the brocade-clothed man were divided into four sections. Blood poured out of the organs.

They didn't even have time to scream.

"Ahhhh

"Who are you?!"

"Let's get on it!"

People shouted in a hurry, but no one dared to bully them anymore. Someone even shouted, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! Don't push me! ”

Diao Buming continued to move forward.

The people stepped back and to the sides, so that his knives could not reach the flesh. In the huge courtyard, people crowded under the wall, leaving a huge open space for Diao Buming. The blood and minced flesh on the ground make the empty and missing places insufficient, so that the courtyard of Zuojiazhuang constitutes a complete strange painting.

Diao's nameless knife swung left and right, and the wind suddenly came out. In an instant, someone died tragically, and there were cracks in the walls.

Only then did people suddenly understand that they had hidden far away, and they still couldn't hide from the knife of the old man with blood carving.

This knife technique can be stretched by the wind, and even blood will not stick!

"Ahhhh

"Hell, ahh

"Murder !!!!"

"Help, ahhh

People screamed and retreated, and in the panic, some people jumped over the wall and some people were pushed down. Others trampled by, and they couldn't care much about it.

There are a lot of slaughterhouses in Diao Buming, how can you not see such a scene? Even such a scene is just a small scene that is ordinary for him. There was no expression on his wrinkled-looking old face as he continued walking. No one dared to stop in front of him anymore. His game changed from melee Musou to ranged Musou. The sword wielded in his hand played the role of a scythe and reaped his life, and he walked to the door of a small courtyard.

There is a burning incense in the small courtyard. Diao Buming sniffed vigorously and sneezed. The damn smell reminded him of some of the past, and it was extremely unpleasant. With a swing of his sword, he slashed open the door.

Bang!

The door of the small courtyard was split.

At this moment, a light burst out of the broken door.

There is a knife to stab!

The body of the knife reflected the sunlight, and the angle was surprisingly weird, hitting Diao Ming's eyes.

Diao Buming narrowed his eyes and slashed again.

His knife didn't seem to need to be aimed at all, and everywhere it went, it was the target. Everyone has no way to avoid it, and they have become the soul of his sword.

It is precisely because of this that Zuojiazhuang can become a terrifying purgatory in this moment.

But the people inside the door escaped!

The person inside the door stabbed a knife, whether he hit it or not, he resolutely retreated. His knife is not fast, and it is no match for the nameless knife. This knife was forced to castrate by Diao Buming's knife, and even if it shook Diao Buming's eyes, it was difficult to stab Diao Buming at all.

But Diao's nameless knife is fast, but it can't compare to his style.

"It's kind of interesting."

Diao Buming rarely stopped the pace of slaughter, and looked up and down at the people who retreated far away in the small courtyard, "The saber of the six doors? Who are you? ”

"Liu Dalang, the six doors of the Jingshi."

Wang Chuan replied, "My cooking is delicious. When you go to Jingshi, I will invite you to dinner. ”

Diao Buming grinned and said, "I eat people, don't eat!" "Swinging the knife, it turned out to be a little faster and faster.

Wang Chuan hurriedly retreated, opened his mouth and shouted: "Someone wants to eat Tang monk's meat!" Apprentice save me! ”

"Phew! Where did the monster come from, dare to spread wild on your grandfather's head! ”

There was a loud shout in the incense hall, and a thin figure suddenly burst out, crossed Wang Chuan, and met Diao Buming.

"Phew!"

There was a thud.

The nameless knife was actually stopped by an iron rod!

Old Lady Fu rushed out of the incense hall and took a solid iron rod from somewhere.

Diao Buming took two steps back, a little surprised.

Mrs. Fu looked infamous, but "hummed" and sneered: "You are such a short old clown, aren't you the little drill wind of Lion Camel Ridge?" Little monsters also dare to be demons, don't you know if your grandfather is always drilling? ”

Diao Buming saw the "Grandpa Sun" in front of him clearly, and suddenly became angry, and said viciously: "Old witch, it's you!" ”