When the four of them rushed out, Chen Qiuao was at the front, then Hu was on the right wing, Han Daxia was on the left wing, and Zeng Youyu was still at the end. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Han Daxia rushed forward with a knife, and a stout bandit wearing a fox hat roared, holding a short axe and slashing viciously.

The two sides rushed past each other, and the blood rain sprayed, sprinkling Han Daxia's face.

The bandit's short axe slashed with the wind, and it was half a foot away from Han Daxia's face, but it was Han Daxia who had already slashed at his neck in advance.

The stinging sound of flesh and bones being chopped, and the bandit rolled out with a blood mist.

Blood splattered in the air, and most of his neck was severed, leaving only some flesh and skin connected.

There was another bandit long knife viciously slashed, Han Daxia did not dodge or dodge, he raised his left arm to block, the loud sound of gold and iron fighting, the clanging sound of a nail leaf, the bandit long knife slashed on his iron arm hand, and a slippery spark rose.

Han Daxia's waist knife stabbed violently, and the sound of his flesh being pierced immediately.

The thief screamed heartbreakingly, and a large stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, and the snow was in shambles.

Suddenly a bandit appeared, full of beard, full of murderous aura, wearing a thick cloak, he roared, the cloak was flying, and the big stick in his hand was viciously struck with fine snow, and it hit Han Daxia's left shoulder.

His big stick was also covered with cast iron in front of it, and it was heavy and thick, and if it was hit, it was afraid that the nail pieces would shatter and the bones would break.

At this time, Han Daxia's waist knife was stabbing into the body of the bandit, and before he had time to draw the knife, he saw that the big stick was about to hit.

"Poof", and at this moment, the sound of the sharp blade piercing into the body, the body of the bandit holding the big stick shook violently, one stumbled, a mouthful of blood was spurted, and the big stick in his hand fell into the snow weakly.

But it was the platonium that he had encountered that stabbed him viciously, and at this moment, the five-pound palladium penetrated into his body fiercely.

The head of the spear with a middle blade, and the sharp edges on both sides, all pierced out from behind his body.

The six holes in the front and back brought up a few streams of blood mist.

The bandit howled bitterly, grasping the rod with one hand and reaching forward desperately with the other, trying to catch the body and face that he had encountered.

But how can it be enough?

Zeng Youyu's face showed a hideous expression, he smiled viciously, and the palladium in his hand resisted hard.

The thief screamed bitterly, but struggled powerlessly as he was pierced.

There was a fierce pull-out of the blade, bringing out a few streams of sprinkling blood, and he slammed the palladium and stabbed it out viciously again.

There was the sound of flesh penetrating again, and the heart-rending howl of a thief pierced through the palladium.

But they had already entered the corner, and they were about to enter East Street, and there were many bandits, and there was once a thief who did not pay attention, but some thieves entered the side of Hu Cheng and slashed at his body.

Hu Zhi's iron armor was slashed with a clang, and he slashed the neck of a thief with a flick of his waist knife, and then stepped on the head of a thief on the ground for some reason.

Unexpectedly, a thief rushed forward, holding an iron shovel and was about to hit Hu Cheng on the head, and then there was a plop palladium to give the iron thief a heavy blow.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and he was just about to turn back, when his body shook, the sound of gold and iron being cut, and then he felt a great pain in his back, but it was a sharp axe that cut through his cloak and iron armor, and cut into his back.

There was a time when he couldn't pull out the palladium, and he turned back in anger.

But when did a young bandit with a red scarf on his head go around the ruins, holding a short axe, and gave Zeng Youyu a look.

He slashed with a vicious axe, and the iron armor was cut through, even into the flesh.

Fortunately, it is protected by iron armor, and this axe does not penetrate very deeply into the flesh.

At this time, the thief pulled out the short axe vigorously, trying to pry the short axe out of Zeng Youyu's back.

There was a roar of rage, and he grabbed the thief by the neck.

The thief struggled, but his strength was not great, and he was pinched to the whites of his eyes, but he had no power to resist.

He let the axe hang behind his back, dragged the thief, and went to the earthen wall beside him.

The thief kicked his feet wildly, struggling desperately with a hideous face, and was still led away step by step by Zeng Youyu.

Zeng Youyu slammed his head on the dirt wall with residual snow, and immediately the red and white objects came out and splashed on the wall, shocking.

Once you were hit three times, the thief's brain splattered, his whole head shattered like a rotten watermelon, and his neck was even more twisted and shapeless.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind, a clash of gold and iron, and another thief came from behind, and the long knife slashed heavily on his iron armor.

Once he roared, and grabbed the thief by the neck.

The thief struggled as well, his strength was obviously greater, and the two of them could not hold each other.

Zeng Youyu wrapped his left hand around the thief's neck, tightened it hard, and groped with his right hand to pull out the knife behind him.

The thief howled, and his left hand desperately tried to grasp the face of the previous encounter, but it could only grasp the armor of the Don Xiang.

The long knife in his right hand also slashed desperately, and it could only be slashed on the armor.

Zeng Youyu finally pulled out the first knife, and he stabbed it fiercely, and the thief's body trembled violently.

The first knife that had been encountered was pulled out and inserted again.

The thief's body shook even more, and he was stabbed several times, with a rain of blood scattered.

In the end, once let go of the thief, and slashed his neck with a knife, and blood sprayed like a fountain.

Eventually, the thief slid down weakly and fell to the snow with a thud.

Once met the panting, he groped, pulled out the short axe behind his backhand, and saw that there was a thief roaring behind him, he leaned slightly, and hit out with an axe, the thief immediately staggered back, and his mouth full of blood and teeth flew away.

He covered his mouth and screamed miserably.

Once encountered the right axe blade, he stepped forward and slashed at this bandit.

A puddle of blood was brought out, and with the screams of the bandits, it was covered with snow......

Hu Zhiyi's waist knife suddenly slashed out, and a bandit wearing a red tasseled felt hat staggered and fell out, from his hat to his head and face, to his chest, he was split a big mouth, blood was bubbling up, and the thick smell of blood wafted in the cold air.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Hu Cheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the waist knife in his hand fell somewhere.

But a thief went around his back and hit him hard.

The heavy stick struck down, and some of the armor pieces may have shattered.

Hu Cheng was furious, turned around and punched hard, hitting the bridge of the thief's nose.

The sound of bones shattering, the thief covered his nose and shouted, and the big stick in his hand fell into the snow.

Hu Cheng looked around, he didn't know where the waist knife was, and saw that there was a shield on the ground, and he picked it up and smashed it on the thief's head.

He smashed it several times, and the thief was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he turned dizzy.

Hu Employment looked left and right, and saw that a thief had a palladium inserted in his body, he pulled it out hard, and saw that the thief was rolling on the ground and crawling, he chased after him, and a palladium was inserted into the thief.

The palladium pierced the thief's body, and the thief screamed bitterly, still struggling to crawl to the ground, blood spreading along the snow.

Hu Cheng thrust it again, he stabbed several times, the bloody tip was dripping with blood, and the thief screamed again and again.

There was a sudden pop, but it was a thief rushing with a short axe, and then Han Daxia saw it and stabbed the thief's right rib with a knife from the side.

Then he drew his sword, and the mist of blood sprayed before his eyes, and the thief staggered and fell to the ground.

Han Daxia looked around and saw that Zeng Youyu was slashing a bandit with a short axe, and the thief was already chopped into a blur of flesh and blood, silently.

There were a few thieves behind him who touched him and were caught by him.

Then you met and took the palladium handed by Hu Employment, and then Hu Employment also found a long knife to take advantage of.

Seeing that there was blood oozing out of the iron armor behind him, Hu Cheng also had blood marks on his mouth, and the iron armor on his back seemed to have collapsed.

Han Daxia said with concern: "Are you two okay?" ”

The two of them shook their heads indifferently, in the past, when they survived in the wilderness, their injuries were commonplace, and now they are protected by heavy armor to form protection and buffer, and it doesn't matter if they are a little injured.

Han Daxia said: "It's okay, don't stay, kill it!" ”

……

The four of them continued to rush and kill, and soon entered the East Street, Chen Qiu Ao rushed to the front, he was holding a long knife, and he was invincible.

The two thieves howled and slashed with knives, Chen Qiuao's body was flexible, and he slashed twice in a row, and the two bandits staggered and fell, and there was blood sprayed between their necks.

Suddenly, Chen Qiuao paused, a solemn look appeared in his eyes, and saw a shield fall next to him, he hooked his foot and put it in his hand, holding a knife in one hand and a shield in the other.

But a thief with a spear came in, with a tall and burly figure, wearing a red hat and a gray cloak, and his face was full of evil and murderous aura.

He pressed step by step, and he had a lot of footwork between his actions, maybe it was the family of a military town that broke the army, and then became the backbone of the Jiaoshan thieves.

He didn't make a sound, forced Chen Qiuao a few steps away, and suddenly shouted, and the spear stabbed with the sound of the wind.

Chen Qiuao kept looking at the head of his gun, and as soon as the thief poked the gun, he immediately wanted to go with the gun.

However, when the thief saw that he missed the poke, he immediately retreated, keeping a safe distance from Chen Qiuao.

Seeing the head of his spear retracted, Chen Qiuao also stopped, still staring at his spear.

Suddenly, the thief roared again, and the spear stabbed again with the sound of the wind, and Chen Qiu Ao immediately entered with the gun.

His shield slipped, and with a shrill sound, the thief's spear slipped out of his shield.

However, Chen Qiuao was already close, his long knife with a fierce wind sound, slashed heavily on the thief's left neck, blood rain sprayed, most of the thief's neck was split, and he fell out to the side as he spun, and then his heavy body fell to the snow, and hot blood gushed out.

Battlefield fighting, it is all one or two moves to divide life and death, there is no such thing as hundreds of moves.

In an instant, either you die or I live.

By this time, the remaining dozen or so bandits were already frightened, and a group of them were killed more than a dozen in a short period of time, and only two of the other party seemed to be slightly injured.

Where did the officers and soldiers come from, so sharp?

And somehow do it.

This is also the importance of equipment, Han Daxia, Chen Qiuao, Hu Employment, and Zeng Youyu all have heavy armor, and the bandits' bows and arrows and most of the weapons are useless to them, plus they are brave, so they have outstanding results.

Before they were armoured, they could deal with at most twice as many bandits, and there was no guarantee that they would not be seriously injured or killed.

Seeing that the rest of the bandits were all as earthy as the color of the earth, especially the archers, dodging and hiding behind, suddenly they looked at each other, shouted, and fled for their lives.

Chen Qiuao rushed up, knocked down one with a shield, and then Hu Cheng stepped on his head, pointed a long knife at him, and laughed.

Han Daxia looked around, from this East Street to the corner North Street, there was blood everywhere on the snow, and the corpses all over the ground were shocking.

There are also undead people lying on the ground moaning and struggling, hand-to-hand combat, which is so cruel. (To be continued.) )