With a round of earthen gun fire, the villagers armed with sickles and steel forks also moved when they heard the wind, and rushed up with strange screams in their mouths. They have changed their honest and responsible appearance on weekdays, and their faces are full of green tendons, which is extremely hideous.

The ferocity of the border people has long been famous.

It is said that like the villages on the edge of the ten-mile mountains in Xiangxi, those border people who have lived here for generations hunt and farm during the day, are completely authentic farmers who can't beat three farts with a stick, and they are honest and silent.

At night, he covered his face with a black cloth and held a sharp weapon, and turned into an outlaw who robbed and killed people. A good man by day, and an evil spirit by night.

This tradition has been around since ancient times, and I don't know how many years it has been, regardless of gender, young and old.

When I was traveling with Master, I passed by the coastal islands, and Master told me about it.

It is said that the fishermen who live in the coastal islands go out to sea to fish honestly during the day and dry their nets on the shore. Someone would find a broken wooden barrel with a few pieces of gravel in it, tie it to a piece of twine and drag it behind him.

The clanging of bells is a code, and those who hear it know that there is business to be done tonight.

At nightfall, groups of people gather in small boats by the sea, and without asking each other's names, set sail into the sea, plundering the belongings of passing ships, leaving no one alive.

All the stolen goods from the robbery are divided equally according to the head, as the saying goes, "life and death have life, wealth is in the sky". Because of the dialect, "heaven" and "sign" have the same sound, so the barrel code is also called "rich sign" in the local area.

Some people feel that this custom is forced by livelihood and passively committing murder, but in fact, it is better to say that it is some kind of gene engraved in the bones, which has been passed down from generation to generation. But no matter how you say it, the people in the border areas are brave and fierce.

The same is true of the more than 100 villagers of Saipan who besieged us, the steel forks and firewood knives in their hands braved the cold light, and they picked up my eyes, neck, lower plate and other vital parts to stab and split, without showing any mercy, and wanted to kill me with one blow.

If you really want to die in such a remote and deep mountain, if no one reports it, it is estimated that the body will not be found for ten or eight years.

Although they have an advantage in numbers, they obviously have not undergone systematic rough training on weekdays, and everyone ignores them and rushes up like a swarm.

Those homemade earthen guns had a short range and were earthen shotguns, so the crowd rushed like this, which made the gunmen fearful, afraid of hurting their companions in a panic, so they held the earthen guns in their hands and waved them, and forcibly used their firearms as cold weapons.

The villagers are fierce, and we are all cultivators, far superior in strength and zero activity, but it would be a joke to say that we are not nervous. In the blink of an eye, we were surrounded by this group of villagers who seemed to be fanatical believers, and they were overwhelmed with swords and swords everywhere.

The villagers were different from the white-gauze ladies, they were human after all, but a group of poor ghosts who had been bewitched, and it was difficult for even cultivators to treat them with ghosts.

But don't forget, I'm not a child born with a golden spoon in a big city, don't say anything about the abandoned baby in the coffin, just say that the small village I grew up in Lijiawa is also poor and bad, and birds don't.

Besides, now that people clearly want to kill you, any more compassion is pedantic, and Tema is looking for death!

When it was too late, a firewood knife wrapped in the wind slashed at my head. Let's play

I didn't retreat but advanced, relying on Tianxuanbu's odd work, with a wave of my left hand, the palm knife cut the villager's wrist horizontally, and at the same time that I instantly lost my strength, the strange sword in my right hand rushed out, and with a "poof" sound, it pierced into the enemy's chest.

A large stream of blood splattered out from the non-wound in his chest, and in the blink of an eye, my arm was wet, my wrist flipped, the strange sword was withdrawn, and the villager fell to the ground in response, leaving not half a point of blood on the black and red sword.

A dark wind blew behind me, and a skinny villager who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old was slamming into the back of my neck with a flat pole in his hand.

I didn't look at it, my whole body was really angry, and I used a trick to swing the tail of the copycat version of the dragon, kicking backwards with one leg, the sole of the shoe was impartial, and accurately hit the guy's face, he howled miserably, and the whole person flew backwards.

Without waiting for a breath, the cold blades on my side rose one after another, and two scythes slashed down at my right hand, one left and one right.

There was a lotus under my feet, Tianxuan stepped into the circulating gossip array, his body flashed left and right, his left hand was raised upward, and the face of the two of them flickered, and the strange sword in his right hand swung horizontally, slashing towards their wrists with lightning speed.

The blood is like a spring, and the broken bones are silent!

With a sword cut, two menacing scythes fell to the ground in an instant, and there were still two big hands with thick skin and flesh on the hilt......

The pain of the severed hand made the two villagers let out a scream like killing pigs, which echoed in the hall violently, not a ghost but like a ghost crying wolf.

The muscles of their faces were spasmed by pain, and they had long since lost their color, and the anger and ferocity in their eyes suddenly dissipated, and there was no trace of them, only boundless fear.

The stumps flew sideways, blood gushed out, and the walls and ground beneath them quickly turned red, and the screams were endless.

The fat man and the amorous man did not fall behind, and the fat man's peach wood dagger rarely returned to his hand and became a weapon for self-defense, and the purple and white electric light on it converged, gradually turning into a sharp blue light, constantly surging.

In my impression, since receiving the thunderous blow of Wan Ziqing's jujube wood seven-star sword, I haven't seen the blue light on the peach dagger for a long time.

At this moment, it is more like an ordinary dagger with cold light, under the moves of Comrade Liu Dazhuang, it is extremely agile, constantly piercing the enemy's neck, chest and abdomen.

The stammering monk's rosary changed into a third form, only to see that the rosary was separated from end to end, and suddenly grew to more than a meter, and turned into a short whip condensed with a faint metallic luster.

The whip swung, as if made of stainless steel, fell on the villagers with a muffled "thump" sound, like the sound of broken bones, and the villagers who were pumped fell to the ground and rolled, like injured centipedes or caterpillars, and the terrible howls were endless.

The fierce battle on our side is hearty, and the four members of the Demon Ring Sect are also like chopping melons and vegetables. The strength of the four of them is already much higher than ours, and they are the oblique angles that kill people without blinking, and they have no mercy for this group of villagers.

I saw the red umbrella in the hands of the petite woman holding the umbrella rotating at high speed, and countless sharp, hook-like blades were born on the edge of the umbrella, staggered and undulating, rustling.

As this red umbrella entered the enemy formation, it was like a whirlwind, and flesh and blood flew everywhere it went, and there were constantly human heads rolling to the ground like watermelons, comparable to the king of murderous secret weapons in the old movie "Blood Drops", extremely brutal.

The blood on the severed necks gushed like a rainbow, splashing high like a beer bottle, and the hands on the stumps were scratched wildly, and then they fell to the ground with a bang, and the scalp was numb......