The plague of no vain, the plague of no vain, the plague of no vain......

The little carpenter has experienced too many unwarranted disasters, and has endured to the limit of this chaotic, disorderly, and ruleless world, and those who have no sense of reverence.

At this moment, he finally didn't choose to escape anymore.

If you can't change the world, embrace it.

In such an extralegal place, the little carpenter chooses to walk with chaos and bring unwarranted disasters to these guys who are like maggots on tarsal bones.

Swish......

In the cave that was not very spacious, the red horse and the little lion were hidden in the innermost part by the little carpenter, and he rushed through the bonfire with an old snow knife, and came all the way to the entrance of the cave, without saying a word, waving the knife on it.

The foundation of his knife learning is to suppress the Qianling knife method, which is inherited from the Miao Jiang knife hand Xiong Cao, which pays attention to a fierce and fearless, fearless death, and imitates the posture and moves of many beasts to prey, and what really sublimates the little carpenter's knife technique is the ghost king Wu Jiageng's teaching.

It greatly improved the little carpenter's limited struggle experience, and until the sword soul of the Ming Dynasty Jinyi Wei knife maniac on the cold snow knife, the resonance with the little carpenter made him finally become a generation of sword masters.

So don't look at the little carpenter's age, and the time to really learn the knife is not long, but the old and spicy and majestic posture is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

As for him, who has a long qi and has cultivated to the third level of the "Lingxiao Yin Strategy", and he is carrying this dragon qi secret, he doesn't have to worry at all.

A little carpenter who has no shortcomings, this time he will come out.

The old snow in his hand became more and more dim, but between the waves, there was the sound of wind and thunder, and from time to time there was a tiger roar, and even the bloody wind of the tiger hit his face, which made the group of pursuers who broke into it startled.

Two men with average skills drew their knives to block it, but they were cut to the ground by the little carpenter.

If it weren't for the three masters, as well as the other two black-faced swordsmen, who rushed forward and tried their best to block them, I was afraid that these two would have lost their lives.

Bells, bells, bells......

In the cave that is not too big, there was a fierce collision of knives and soldiers, and the little carpenter took one enemy to the crowd, but did not show weakness, and slashed the enemies who rushed into it one after another, and one of them reacted a little slower, but he swung it with a quick knife, and connected the knife, together with the arm holding the knife, directly cut down. The knifeman who had lost his arm cried out in pain, and the rest of the people who fell to the ground also howled wolf.

All of a sudden, the gang was beaten to the ground and retreated.

As a result, this retreat, someone stepped on the thistle, and with an ouch, fell down again.

There were wolves in front of them and tigers in the back, and the group of people who broke into the hole were panicked, and the three masters shouted loudly: "Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong, this guy is a hard stubble, come and help." ”

The little carpenter held the old snow knife tightly and forced a large group of people to retreat again and again, and just as he was in high spirits, suddenly a man stopped in front of him.

The man used a two-handed knife, which was shorter than the old snow in his hand, but it was quite fast, and when he used one move, the other party was able to use three knives, although the strength was short and fast, but it also gave him a great threat of death.

The little carpenter fought with the man for a few rounds, and while feeling the heavy pressure, he also saw the other clearly, but he was a big bald man, about forty or fifty years old, his face was covered with wind and frost, rough and wrinkled by the wind and snow outside, and his beard was gray, and he was wearing a thick, heavy, dirty sheepskin jacket.

The man was not tall, but he was very explosive, he didn't know what method he had cultivated, his body was agile, and his knife was like lightning, which quickly stabilized the scene.

This person is a ruthless man who licks blood from the knife edge, exuding a soaring murderous aura all over his body, seeing that the scene is stabilized, but he never thought that the little carpenter's knife style would change, light and weird, and the sword was on the edge, which was more extreme than the wild way he fought on the edge of life and death.

For a while, the man also had a headache, and he couldn't resolve it, so he had to retreat.

After a few more rounds of fighting, the little carpenter forced seven or eight people, and several masters, out of the cave with just one sword.

Then he did not pursue, but guarded the narrow road.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

The gang was forced out of the cave a foot away, and the sounds of pain, screams, and curses kept coming, but in the end, no one squeezed forward, but blocked the mouth.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and the little carpenter stood at the entrance of the road, wiping away the blood splattered from his face while gasping.

There was a mess outside, but it didn't disperse, several people blocked the doorway, and in the open area farther out, it seemed as if someone was arguing fiercely, and after a while, suddenly a thick smoke poured into the cave.