Two machetes, the trick is fatal, cut to the head, the head will be cut off like a melon, cut to the leg, at least one leg will be cut off, so the little girl is very dangerous.

At this fatal moment of life and death, he saw the little girl who was still dancing, stretching her arms very elegantly, opening her white and tender little white hands, and flicking the two steel knives that had been cut over, and the steel knife changed direction in an instant, a steel knife was aimed at the peach wood sword that had come to her, and a steel knife slashed directly towards the gourd that had flown to his waist, poof, pop, two crisp sounds, first the peach wood sword was split into two pieces by the steel knife, and fell to the ground, almost at the same time, another steel knife slashed towards the gourd, The so-called treasure gourd was immediately shattered and scattered all over the ground.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, and another scene surprised him again, the two steel knives smashed the gourd, cut off the sword, but went straight to the two evil men and slashed over, the two evil men who had thrown out the machetes saw their machetes and went straight to kill themselves, as if they were on the verge of a counterattack, but they didn't care very much, after all, people are called Lian Jiazi, that is, the heroes who dance knives and make sticks, kill people and sell goods, where can they care about the machetes that fly directly over, not to mention that they are the sharp weapons they use to kill people, It's extremely easy to use.

Fly back, just catch it, so he looked at these two evil men again, instantly concentrated, not breathing, under the red light of the red lantern, he saw the handle of the machete flying over, raised his hand like lightning, and held the handle accurately, he saw it clearly, and couldn't help but admire.

Secretly thought to himself, if he was not only absolutely unable to do it, but also did not have the courage at all, it seemed that the soft voice was in the bushes, and he was pressed under him to not know whether it was a man or a god's mystery, yes, a mystery.

For the mystery, he can only pretend to be stupid, and he doesn't dare to think about it carefully, but the mysterious words are very right, people are pretending to be bears in the bazaar, paralyzing him and his master, maybe this is the most correct explanation.

Although he thought so, his eyes never left the two evil men, and he saw that they had just the right grip, and reached out and grabbed the hilt of the whirling machete, which was whirling with the wind, but they grabbed it, and it was the handle of the knife, but what made him feel incredible was that the two machetes, when they were in their hands, did not listen to them.

He still saw very well that the machete was still spinning in their hands, no matter what kind of hand it was, whether you were skillful or clumsy, whether you were strong or weak, in short, no one could grasp the whirling knife, unless the knife stopped spinning immediately after it reached your hand, of course, there was also a possibility, that is, it was with your hand and arm to rotate.

Hey, don't say it, it's really like that, the two spinning machetes, after falling into the hands of the two evil men, before he could see what was going on, he saw the two machetes flying and leaving the two men, but, weirdly, the machete still held a hand on it, of course, he looked closely, not only a hand but also an arm!

What about people? He was asking himself, when he heard a scream, and he followed the scream, but saw the two wicked men standing on the spot, and before he could understand what was going on, the two wicked men each raised one hand and covered the other shoulder, and at this moment, the string of red lanterns and the little girl who was still dancing floated above the heads of the two wicked men.

It was only at this time that he saw clearly, but it turned out that the two evil men had lost one of their arms and hands holding the knife, and it stands to reason that the arms should have fallen to the ground, but why did they still hold the machete and wave it, and when he looked at it again, he saw clearly that it was the arm that commanded the hand, holding the machete and waving it constantly.

Just when he felt weird, he suddenly found that the light emitted by the red lantern was instantly sheng, and it was glowing with a terrifying red light, hey, what is going on, just when he was looking for it with his eyes back and forth, unexpectedly, the two villains who stood on the spot screamed again, and with the screams, he saw clearly that the bright red blood flowing out of their shoulders seemed to be burning, yes, it was burning, and it was rising while burning, and the red light of Dasheng was actually flashing out after their blood burned.

He was stunned, and he looked stupid, the screams of the two evil men at this time had turned into wailing, the blood was not only burning, but how much blood could be burned on their bodies, at this time, one of the two evil men first made a cry for mercy; "Grandpa Taoist, spare your life, it was the third child who brought me to kill your old man, I have no grudge with your old man in the past, and I have no enmity in the near future!"

Listen to the sound, listen to the gongs and drums, listen to the meaning of this sentence, it seems that the strong man was pulled over by Hun Heng, and at this time Hun Heng seems to have only the sound of wailing, with the sound of wailing, Hun Heng suddenly fell to the ground, seeing this situation, let him feel timidity that he has never had, at this time, he really wants to see where his half master is.

Really, he wanted Cao Cao Cao to arrive, and at this juncture, he heard the master's unique shrill voice again; "Hun Heng, you kid has a kind, Lao Tzu really underestimates you, you don't tell me until now, okay, I'll fulfill you first, you listen to Lao Tzu's grandfather, my three-flavor real fire will burn you to ashes in an instant, save the time you become a lonely ghost floating here, provoking the passers-by to live in peace."

"Wait, stinky old way, don't pretend to be a ghost, I'm dead, my master will avenge me, but before I die, please tell me one thing!"

The words came out of the firelight, which showed that this kid really had the body of a half-immortal, and the strong man beside him seemed to be frightened when he saw the appearance of the gang, and he saw that his barely standing body also shrank to the ground little by little, and his mouth was still wailing.

At this time, where can he care about thinking about anything else, he was waiting for the master's reply, and sure enough, the master's shrill voice came again; "You scoundrel bastard, you want to beg grandpa but you refuse to give in, I still burned you with a fire, and it won't be too late for me to tell you then!"

"Wait!"

The master's shrill voice was still wafting in the graveyard, and another sound came slowly, and he followed the sound, but saw that he was already surrounded by firelight, and he was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, and at this time he was making a resistance posture of pinching the trick with his left hand and holding the ground with his right hand.

At this moment, the Master's words were suddenly heard again; "If there's a fart, let it go, grandpa, I'm not patient!"

After the master said this, he saw that the red fire around him was much smaller, and then he listened to Hun Heng say; "May I ask the chief, what is your old man's true identity?"

"Well, you shouldn't ask, and I can't let you know."

The master's answer was very crisp, and at this moment he saw the strong man who had fallen to the ground, rolling, and as he rolled, the flames burning on his body were extinguished little by little, and the master did not seem to notice this, and at this moment, he spoke horizontally; "Second brother, if you can escape, don't forget to tell the master that he is an old man, and he will definitely avenge me!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying this, he saw the handsome little girl who was still dancing in front of the red lantern, and suddenly flew to the top of the head of the strong man who had rolled up from the ground and was about to escape, and blew lightly on him, and then looked at this guy, and rolled back to the same place.

Ghost fires wandering, foxes and rabbits barking, mourning, withered grass everywhere, a string of small red lanterns, never extinguished, just floating in the middle of the mass grave.

However, no one paid attention to this scene at the beginning, because there was a mass grave on the south slope, and it had already become an ominous place, but there were really good deeds, but they remembered the sloppy Taoist priest during the day and the scoundrel in the town - the unruly gamble.

So, there are good deeds to meet, to come to this mass grave to see that, look at that, but regrettably, it is very easy to gather a few so-called bold men, to the edge of the Ox Roar River, before crossing the river, they heard a wail, so these brave men invariably stood by the river, no one had the idea of crossing the river.

A few men stopped to watch, no, it should be said that they were standing far away by the river and looking into the mass grave, black and pasty, the night was deep, white and bright, the river flickered, and the water splashed, at this moment, a sharp-eyed man saw a string of red lanterns rising above the mass grave.

Sure enough, not only one person saw it, but then all the people saw that in the middle of the mass grave, a small string of small red lanterns hung in the air, and what surprised them even more was that there seemed to be a handsome little girl dancing around the string of red lanterns.

So, someone said; "Let's go, let's go to the play!"

However, unfortunately, after he finished going to the play, no one responded, because they all knew very or 100% what the place was, was it possible, who would set up a stage in that place to sing the opera, unless, what was it?

It was only at this time that the minds of those who said that we were going to the theater came to their senses, and there was only one kind of person who could set up a stage and sing in that place, and that was the dead, so these people did not advance but retreated, until they retreated to the edge of the market town, and then stopped again.