"The surname Zhang is a third-grade martial artist, and the last time he fought against the great elder of the Huangpu family, he was injured a little, and his strength was greatly reduced. ”

"The Sanpin Martial Artist can't cope with the close-range shooting of so many repeater crossbows. ”

"When the time comes, you look at my gestures, and as soon as I say, 'It's all my fault,' you will release your arrows. ”

The scribe Zhang Da took care of it again and again.

"You guys, all pretend to be fine, you should drink and drink, what should you do, don't let him see the clues. ”

Fan Jiang said: "Strategist, don't say it, the surname Zhang doesn't have so many eyes on you." ”

The scribe smiled: "That's right, I think of him as a strategist, nervous, a little nervous, hahaha." ”

"Speaking of strategists, that's terrible, don't think that they are all powerless people. It's amazing..."

This Zhang Da showed a look of yearning, and was ready to continue.

Fan Jiang arched the back of his hand, "Strategist, don't say it, people are coming soon." ”

His heart was hot, and he looked sideways at the girl in the curtain, and a pair of white and tender legs like lambs could still be faintly seen.

That's all there is to it when you are a thief.

As long as you are bold, what kind of woman can't go?

"Hurry up, the brothers with crossbows have found a place to hide, listen to my code, hear clearly. ”

"Fan Jiang, you quickly tie yourself up. ”

A moment later.

Hearty laughter could be heard in the distance.

"Childe, I didn't say it, although my mountain is small, I am full of meat and wine. ”

"This green forest is a good man, and there is also a green forest. ”

"Comfortable, life is free. ”

Zhang kept talking.

Of course, just as Lao Huang is not Lao Huang, he is a Ling Jue.

This outlaw is naturally also a pseudonym.

Speaking of which, Xia Guang had also seen it in his previous life, although he couldn't see it really at first because of his ruined face.

But listening to this reckless man shouting all the way through the broken gong, I also know who it is.

Zhang Yanren, one of the "Five Tigers" in his previous life, was a fierce general who carried the Western Army and protected Xia Hua to attack the capital.

He shouldn't have used a beheading knife, but a black snake spear.

It is not surprising that the general of the dead country fell into the grass and hooked up with his old servant by relying on a code.

I walked down the stone steps to the top of the mountain.

A vermilion mountain gate, mottled with paint, and a big flag floating in the distance, with three big characters of "Five Tiger Mountain" written on it.

About dozens of people walked to the door.

Zhang Zhiming had only taken a step forward when he saw a scribe running in the distance, wailing, "Big boss, it's not good, come here!"

The bearded man felt embarrassed in front of the distinguished guests, and scolded: "Zhang Da, what a howl! There are guests!"

The scribe hurriedly said: "When you were away, Fan Jiang gave that Miss Xiang to... Hey!"

Zhang Death's thick eyebrows raised, "What!

When I looked up again, I saw that Fan Jiang was tied with a thick rope, with his head down and not speaking.

He was about to rush forward.

was directly grabbed by a hand.

A cold voice came from behind the voice, "It's okay if I kill it, right?"

In the distance, Fan Jiang suddenly knelt down with a "plop", "Big boss, I'm obsessed with ghosts, and I am bold, you can kill me!

He knows the character of this big boss, as long as he is so soft, it will be thunder and rain.

But there was a sneer on his low face.

For a while, Zhang Yanren really didn't know how to do it, like a punch on cotton.

He ate this set the most.

Zhang Da wailed: "Big boss, blame me for this, blame me!"

"Is it okay if I kill you?"

The boy's voice grew colder and colder.

Zhang Yanren hesitated a little, turned his head, and just wanted to say something.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound in my ears.

"Fall down!!"

Zhang Yanren is not too familiar with this voice.

Before the voice was shouted, it was a myriad of fierce and sharp "whoosh" sounds that tore through the air.

Come with a murderous aura, like a big net bag!

When he swept his gaze, he saw many crossbow-wielding bandits running out from behind many covers.

And that Fan Jiang also stood up with a smug smile.

Zhang Yanren only felt that the hairs on his body stood upside down, and he was about to dance the knife to block.

But the beheading knife was suddenly taken away.

When I looked at it again, I saw that the boy snatched his beheading knife, leaned over, shook his hand, and the knife turned into a cold light and flew out.

At the top of the mountain, arrows rained down from all sides, and the fierce robbers were still leaning down.

It's too late for others to avoid it.

But the young man, with a cold expression, snatched the big knife in Zhang Yanren's hand and fought back.

At the same time, he shouted: "Crash!"

Zhang Yanren's first reaction was that this kid was crazy, and the second reaction was, is this the name of the move you are shouting?

Do you still have to sign up for a fight?

Isn't this taking off your pants and farting?

"Damn!"

As he shouted, he felt someone pull him backwards.

The accompanying brothers on both sides quickly retreated.

Only the boy was in parallel with himself.

It's Lao Huang.

Lao Huang's speed was extremely fast, almost when the footsteps sounded, he moved, and when the machine was pressed, he grabbed the two of them, and then retreated sharply, his hands were as white as a thick fog, pulling, pulling, and then throwing back, and then he pulled out his sword.

The sword danced into a silver platter.

Just listen, the crisp metal sound of Dangdang is endless.

One after another, the arrows dragged the white mangs and hit the silver plate, but they were flying around!

The old servant's voice did not bend, and when he held the sword, his momentum suddenly rose, and a chilling smile appeared on his feminine face.

In the rain of arrows, he didn't have the slightest fear, but seemed to be a little excited.

This moment.

The boy grabbed the knife and threw the knife.

The old servant grabs, throws people, and draws his sword.

The robbers lay down, the arrows were hit, and the people in ambush were hideous, twisted, and desperately pressed by the opportunity.

The picture is short and freeze-framed.

The next moment.

The thrown knife directly pierced the chest of the scribe Zhang Da, and the strength was not exhausted, taking the body of the scribe and volleying into the air!

"Pounced" on the ground, and then slashed under the head of Fan Jiang, who had just gotten up.

The strength is still there.

In the young man's sneering expression, he directly took two frightened corpses and crashed into a wooden pillar in the distance.

Boom!!

The big knife sank into the pillar, strung Zhang Da and Fan Jiang together, and hung them in the air.

More than a dozen arrows in the crossbow, in a few breaths, have been shot empty, the new arrow box has not had time to be loaded, and many of Zhang's henchmen who accompanied him have become hedgehogs.

The power of the ordnance can be seen!

In this brief moment, Lao Huang disappeared.

In other words, his body is too fast, so fast that people can't see clearly, like a gust of wind.

He dragged the single-edged sword, and a few steps were drilled into the shadow on the side, and the sword danced to raise a few clusters of blood.

Xia Guang and Zhang Ming were lying under the stone steps of the mountain road, looking up at the ghost, using the cover to carry out extremely efficient killing.

Countless reds, countless fears, and wails surrounded the ghost.

Gradually, the first robber collapsed and dropped his weapon.

Zhang Da, Fan Jiang hung up as soon as possible.

Here rushed the devil again, and he couldn't kill him, but he couldn't beat it, but he saw his companion rushing forward, and before the weapon was drawn, the head was gone.

Skulls, blood.

More and more robbers are dropping their weapons, "We surrender, surrender!"

"The big boss makes us wrong. ”

"We surrendered, we didn't fight, we really didn't fight. ”

"Help, help, help..."

However, the ghost did not stop because the enemy surrendered, he was extremely fast, and even because the enemy stopped, his efficiency doubled.

"Lao Huang, stop, they're all on their knees!"

Zhang quickly recovered from the shock.

The old servant paused for a moment, and a faint voice came from a distance, "What does Childe think?"

Xia Guang squinted his eyes and spit out two words: "Continue." ”

The old servant laughed, sweeter than a flower, but in the eyes of the enemy, it was more terrifying than a demon, and the next moment, he turned into a shadow that no one could catch up with, and he drew his sword, cut off his head, and came out again.

It can be seen from here that this Ling Juehu is really worthy of being a master who has been focusing on destroying the door for more than 20 years.

The efficiency is outrageous.

Especially in the face of people who are weaker than him, the killing efficiency is simply flying fast.

Although it is only one sword at a time, through the body method, it is an extremely long arc, so that as little as two or three human heads, and as many as a dozen human heads, fly together.

A moment later.

The mountains are dead and silent.

Corpses all over the ground.

The surviving thief was silent, the old Huang returned his sword into the sheath, the feminine and cold on his face disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of an old servant.

The surviving thieves were intimidated by it, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back in unison, and the boy with his loose hair stood at the front, like a reef, motionless.

The old servant approached, stood still, and said softly: "Childe, I'm sorry, the old servant hid it from you before." ”

Xia Guanghu asked, "Lao Huang, what kind of products are you?"

The old servant avoided answering, but said with some twists: "I haven't held a sword for many years, and I'm rusty." But your knife is decisive and ruthless, and the old servant really didn't expect that this force could be used like this. ”

Xia Guang didn't ask either, what the old servant should say, he would naturally say, and he didn't want to pester him to ask.

The young man in white clothes, although he still looked a little immature, but he was a bit of a hegemon, turned his head and frowned and asked: "Zhang Da is in charge, what's going on? Huang Puxiang, hurry up and take me to her!"

Zhang Zhiming looked at the corpses all over the ground in the distance, and looked at the two rebels who were strung together and hung high, and didn't even have time to say a few words, and couldn't help but be a little speechless.

Damn it, you're too fierce, aren't you?