There were no young people in the village, because all of them were barren. Most of the men here are enchanted by the Hua Nu Sect, and they are slaves who have worked hard for others all their lives, and the women are the old and frail disciples of the Hua Nu Sect.

They are all practitioners, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are all old people, but they all have the ability to fight one against ten.

Without two sides, he didn't change his color, and snorted: "Yo? This is the first time anyone has dared to talk to me like that? Blind master, it seems that they are all practitioners, so you will always accompany this village chief to play twice? ”

"Hey...... Ma is willing to teach, village chief, please! The old blind man threw away the blind cane in his hand, turned his white eyes up, put away his sly smile, and rushed forward with a whoosh.

Don't look at this blind man, he usually limps with a blind cane, but his kung fu is not covered, I think he was the master of the desert scorpion Ma Chengfeng back then!

The old village chief had already prepared, but when he saw a black wind in front of him sweeping the ground, he rushed to the front, he said in a bad heart, this gang is not an ordinary bandit! They are all masters of masters! It looks like it's going to be more auspicious tonight!

The old blind man rushed to him with lightning speed, stretched out his withered claws and grabbed the old village chief's shoulder.

Naturally, he refused to give in, so he had to try his luck and use his body to reverse his force and crash forward. He thought to himself, you grabbed one of my arms, I can't go back or dodge to the side, but I can push forward.

But the old village chief puffed up his chest and slammed forward, this time the strength was not small, how could the old blind man's ears tremble slightly, and he had already predicted his next move, and he flickered in advance, and went around behind him.

Not only did he turn around, but he also turned around with his shoulders. What man's arm can withstand a 360-degree twist! Only a gabba sound was heard, and the old village chief's arm was twisted off.

The blind horse took advantage of the momentum and dragged him down again, until he pulled his arm off the ring. The old village chief who was in pain screamed and couldn't exert any more energy.

"Master, what to do with this old thing." The old blind man said coldly. That tone, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Wushuang shook his neck, and the short gun in his hand pointed at the other villagers and spun around. "Who else would like to try? I know that there are many masters among you, people, you have to be a little arrogant, you can continue if you are not convinced, one is fine, two is fine, and it doesn't matter if you are a group. ”

With that, Wushuang's body straightened up slightly, and suddenly a sharp blade flew out of his boots and fell into his left hand. Wushuang put away the spear and licked the cold blood blade, and suddenly, saliva immediately condensed on the blade.

There are people in the village who know how to do it, and when he sees Wushuang's posture, he knows that the village is in trouble, and he slowly retreats, wanting to sneak out to report to the Tiantong Shengjun of the Flower Girl Gate for help.

But he didn't have to take two steps to run, when he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him, and he fell down with his head down, and there was a bloody hole in the back of his head, and his brain was knocked out. It turns out that this porter of Wushuang is not an ordinary person! This person has to care about Ma Chengfeng's shouting of the four masters according to his generation, and he is also the old Ma family, he is Ma Sihai's branch. The strong man held up the gun, and the smoke in the muzzle of the gun had not completely dissipated. This shot completely calmed everyone.

Dozens of villagers lowered their heads and whispered to each other, but after discussing for a long time, no one dared to come forward to fight.

"Since you don't come out, I'm going to pick someone! You! Auntie, it's you, come out! Wushuang walked up a few steps, grabbed the old woman by the hair, and pushed her to the ground.

The old woman trembled with fright, but she did not open her mouth to beg for mercy. She is also a disciple of the Heavenly Child Saint Monarch.

"Where is the Heavenly Child Saint?" Wushuang stepped on her head and asked.

The old woman closed her eyes and looked at death as if she were at home, and did not say a word.

"Huh...... Okay, it's very particular! Wushuang leaned down, looked at the old woman's appearance and said, "Auntie, you must have been a beauty when you were young, but it's a pity, don't you have no children and no daughters in this life?" ”

The old woman was silent.

"It is said that if a woman does not give birth in this life, she is not a complete life, you see, this is all the scourge of the Heavenly Boy Holy Monarch, do you have any resentment in your heart?" Wushuang asked her again.

This time she spoke.

"The Holy Monarch is gracious to me, and dying for her is the pride of all our disciples! You scoundrel will kill the old man if you have a kind! ”

Wushuang lowered his head, looked at her expression, and said true and righteous words, which was admirable.

"If all the Chinese were like you when the little devil called, we Chinese would not need the help of Lao Maozi and the US imperialists. Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era. Wushuang turned the cold blood blade in his hand, and stabbed it directly into the old man's neck, it was really a white knife in and a red knife out, the old man choked, his body twitched twice, and then he stared at his eyes and never moved again.

The bloody scene in front of her completely frightened Miss Ruan, this is really murderous! is different from what he plays on TV, who is he! The shot is so ruthless! Although this stargazing village is inhabited by wicked people, he is not afraid of retribution if he fights violence with violence?

"You, old man, come here! It's still the same question just now, I'll count to three! Wushuang dragged an old man over and pressed him to the ground. One, two, three......"

The frequency of his counting of these three numbers is extremely consistent, but it is not like in film and television dramas, where the last number deliberately dragged the elder to leave room for the other party. When the third number sounded, the cold snow blade in his hand once again pierced the old man's neck mercilessly.

One...... Two...... Three...... Four......

He kills people so coldly, his face is expressionless, even if he is a butcher who kills pigs, he is not so calm! The living man was as cheap as a mustard in front of him. While killing, he kept looking back at the old village chief's expression.

To say that these villagers in Stargazing Village really have backbone, and they have killed six people, none of them have confessed, not even half of the Tiantong Holy Monarch. But the old village chief's face had become miserable and pale, one was the unbearable pain in his shoulder, and the other was unwilling to see his compatriots being brutally killed by this butcher.

"Village chief, don't you say it yet? I'm going to be tired of killing in a while, huh? I'm really tired of killing, but it's not one by one. Wushuang gave the strong man a look.

The strong man understood, and he dismantled their bamboo walls in two turns, and he piled these dried bamboos together, took some dry firewood and spread them on the surface, and built a large "stove".

"Uncles and aunts, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame your village chief, I gave you the opportunity, but he doesn't cherish it! Isn't it? Please! Wushuang took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands and said.

(End of chapter)