"Ping Pong!" "Poof!"

"Ahh "Bell, bell!"

The battle was extremely tragic. The number of people and horses in Baiyun Village is scarce, and they can still resist one or two by relying on the risk of the walled gate before, but now the walled gate has been breached, and suddenly, they are even more defeated.

The battle of ordinary people in Baiyun Village is completely inferior, and the battle of the martial artist level is even more dangerous. I saw that Pei Xing and the other four people were besieged by Tang Zhihu and the five warriors of Lianyunzhai, and there were already many colors on their bodies, and blood flowed.

Baiyunzhai Pei Xingtong is a second-class martial artist, and the rest of Hong Hai, Xue Yong, and Zhao Lei are all third-class martial artists. Among the six people in Lianyunzhai, Tang Zhihu is a first-class martial artist who has made a new breakthrough, and the remaining five are all third-class martial artists.

Whether it is in terms of quantity or strength, Baiyunzhai is at an extreme disadvantage, and the two sides have been fighting for half an hour.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

With two soft sounds in succession, Pei Xingtong and Hong Hai have already been cut to the ground, and the remaining Xue Yong and Zhao Lei may not be able to support two or three rounds.

"Hahaha, the people of Baiyun Village listen, your four village owners are about to be defeated, acquaintance point quickly put down the weapons in their hands and surrender, the village master can still spare your life." Tang Zhihu shouted loudly around.

At this time, the scene has become very clear, whether it is a warrior level or an ordinary horse, Baiyun Village is in a one-sided situation. Of course, there are not a few dead and injured people and horses in Yunzhai, and most of them died during the previous attack on the village. paid a heavy price to capture the gate of Baiyun Village.

At this moment, the sound of fighting on the entire mountain became less and less, and many people began to put down their weapons and surrender. After all, no one wants to die if they can live.

"Pei Xingtong, Hong Haier and the others still haven't surrendered?" A third-class martial artist from Lianyun Village shouted loudly: "Our Tang Zhai Lord is in a great direction, and you still want to stop it with your meager strength." ”

"No, no, Ah Cai, why are you persuading them to surrender, the old man will not accept their surrender." Tang Zhihu said loudly: "Everyone else in Baiyun Village can surrender, but these four old men want to kill them. ”

"Owner, why is this? Their martial arts are not weak, and it is always useful to keep them. The third-class martial artist of Lianyun Village was puzzled.

"It's not the old man's descendants, if you kill it, you will kill it." Tang Zhihu said coldly. Together with the five third-class warriors of Lianyunzhai, they continued to besiege Pei Xingtong and the four of them.

"Ping Pong!" "Poof!"

"Poof!"

The two sides fought again for half an hour, Pei Xingtong, Hong Hai, Xue Yong, and Zhao Lei had several more knife wounds on their bodies, dripping with blood, and fell to the ground with serious injuries, completely losing the strength to fight again.

"Donald thief, you don't want to be rampant, if my lord returns one day, you don't want to live." Xue Yong said fiercely, covering the knife wound on his arm, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

"What Lord? Could it be that the big village master of your Baiyun Village has never appeared? Let's make a fool of it, if you really have such a strong strength, you have already unified the Lianyun Mountain Range, so why hide your head and show your tail. Tang Zhihu laughed loudly and said: "Do you think that the old man is a three-year-old child, so easy to fool." ”

"Today, the old man will kill you four thorns who don't listen to the old man's orders, and see who will dare to go against the old man in the Lianyun Mountains in the future." Tang Zhihu said coldly: "Come on, cut off their heads immediately!" ”

"Subordinates obey!"

Suddenly, the five warriors of Lianyunzhai raised their swords and slashed towards Pei Xingtong and Hong Hai. At this moment, all four of Hong Hai were seriously injured and could not move. Most of the rest of the people and horses in Baiyun Village also surrendered, looking dejected, and no one would go up to rescue them at all.

Seeing that the cold blade was about to be cut on the heads of Pei Xingtong and Hong Hai, many people who surrendered in Baiyunzhai closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene. And most of the people and horses in Yunzhai are extremely excited, they have long been accustomed to the bloody atmosphere of banditry.

Unifying the Lianyun Mountain Range, Tang Zhihu was even more high-spirited, and said secretly in his heart: "It's a pity to kill these four people." But it can boost the prestige of the old man, and in the future, the people of the entire Lianyun Mountain Range will have to obediently obey the old man's orders. ”

Tang Zhihu was looking ahead complacently, and many bandits were also staring at the front. Everyone knew that in the next moment, four bloody human heads would roll to the ground.

The cold sword light and axe shadow exuded a cold edge in the sun, and when it slashed down in the air, the wind was loud. A bloody scene is about to come.

Suddenly—

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Stop, whoever dares to touch my people!" The voice was soft, but everyone present could hear it clearly, as if the person who spoke was right next to their ears.

Very secretive feeling.

For a while, everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel a little cool, and a cold current rose from the soles of their feet to their hearts, making people shiver.

The thieves looked around one after another, and finally set their eyes on the center of the field.

It was a handsome young man dressed in white, with a straight body and a resolute face. His eyes were like lightning, and there was a hidden edge flashing, and his hair was dancing wildly in the mountain wind.

The young man in white was holding a sword in his hand, a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, the tip of the sword was dripping with blood, and the red blood made everyone present feel a deep fear from the bottom of their hearts.

When the sword is unsheathed, it means that it will hurt someone. Doesn't the tip of the sword dripping blood mean that someone has been killed? But there was no screaming at the scene. Where did that blood come from?

Puzzled, everyone looked around to see if anyone had died by the sword. Suddenly, everyone's eyes converged on the center of the field again. They finally discovered an anomalous event, that is, the five third-rank martial artists in Lianyun Cottage who were wielding swords and axes to slash Pei Xing and the others, their bodies were actually motionless, and they still maintained the posture of holding up the big sword and giant axe.

"Huhuhu-" A gust of mountain wind blew.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

There were five soft sounds in succession, and the bodies of the five warriors suddenly fell straight down. Immediately afterward, a thin line of blood appeared on their necks, and the blood line continued to expand, and the blood gushed out wildly, and the blood trickled down.

"This ......"

"A sword seals the throat!"

"That's five martial artists, our Lianyun Village is second only to the strength of the village master, this white-clothed young man is so terrifying swordsmanship!"

"The sword light is so fast that you don't have time to let out the slightest scream!"

Everyone around gasped and looked at the white-clothed young man in the center of the arena with a terrified expression. These bandit minions are at most the cultivation of martial artists, and third-class martial artists are already very powerful in their eyes. However, today, an even more terrifying white-clothed young man appeared, sealing his throat with a sword, and easily killing the five warriors who were extremely powerful in their eyes.

"Lord!" Pei Xingtong, Hong Hai, and Zhao Lei looked extremely excited.

"You...... You are the ...... of Baiyun Village The owner of the village? Tang Zhihu said in a trembling voice, his eyes were terrified, and his body couldn't help retreating.

"Not bad!" A smile curled up at the corner of the young man's mouth, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and in an instant, a strong wind swept out, directly rewinding Tang Zhihu's body backwards.

Five fingers and claws like hooks, clasped Tang Zhihu's throat, twisted slightly, and there was a crisp sound, like strangling an ant, easily killing him.