More than a dozen spears stabbed forward one after another, Zhang San took the Pu knife in his hand like a spinning top and turned around at high speed, after a sound of chopping wood, the villagers' spears were cut off, and everyone saw that the robbers were so skillful, and they hesitated for a while and did not dare to step forward.

Sun Er opened the fan with a bang, and sighed: "You guys are so ignorant of lifting, then you have to be sorry." The fan waved and pointed at the crowd, and the villagers were powerless to fight back, and they were knocked down one by one, and the rest of the people who had not been hit scattered in a hurry. In front of the green forest thieves who have practiced internal skills, the villagers who can only strengthen their bodies are like babies facing adults.

Huang Da looked a little impatient and ordered: "Don't leave your hands behind, go into the house to search for money." The four of them then acted separately, and Sun Er, the most powerful of the four, stood in the middle of the village with a wide field of vision, while the other three kicked in the door door from house to house, and when they entered the house, they would stab anyone in the head, or cut off their hands or feet, and shouted at their relatives to quickly take out the money, otherwise they would kill all the family.

It's useless to run away, there is a light skill master guarding outside, as long as he sees someone escaping, he will use light skills to quickly catch up with the spot and kill, after killing a few people, there will be no one who dares to escape.

The screams of dying on the verge of death, the sound of kneeling and kowtowing for mercy, the excruciating moans of pain, the screams of women, the cries of children, the laughter of robbers, filled this calm and peaceful village.

After the first dozen or so families were either maimed or killed, the rest of the villagers emptied their savings in exchange for a chance to live. Fortunately, after the robbers received valuable things such as silver and gold jewelry, they did not hurt anyone again, and some of the villagers took a fancy to the villagers' girls and forcibly tied them out with ropes, and the family could only watch.

Da Zhuang's sister Shi Zhenxiang is 12 years old this year, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she looks like a beautiful embryo. When Zhang San cut off Da Zhuang's arm, she rushed out of the room and dragged his hand, begging him to let her father go. When Zhang San saw it, he suddenly became lustful, and regardless of his age, he dragged her to the room with his backhand.

Da Zhuang's father had passed out in pain, and Da Zhuang was also knocked to the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, her mother was so frightened that she trembled and didn't dare to say anything, as if there was no one who could stop him.

The sword light suddenly lit up, and Zhang San, who was caught off guard, was cut off his left arm. He let out a scream like killing a pig, let go of Shi Zhenxiang's hand with his right hand, pointed at the broken arm to stop the bleeding, and then hit another kick and rolled out of the gate like a ball.

It turned out that Shi Tian made a timely move, he was sleeping in a daze, and was suddenly awakened by the screams of the villagers, his injuries could not go to the ground, but bursts of miserable sounds sounded from time to time, he gritted his teeth, desperate to hold up, at this time there was a sound of kicking the door from the big Zhuang family.

Step by step, he reached his house through the back door, crawled through the low window of his bedroom, and hid behind the door, waiting for his chance. It just so happened that Zhang San pulled Shi Zhenxiang in, so the above scene happened.

Shi Tian held the knife, panting, just now he slashed and kicked out to exhaust his strength, there was no strength left to chase out, the old wound cracked, and the blood slowly oozes out.

Sun Er had been pricking up his ears to listen to the movements of all parties that he could hear, and when Zhang San just let out a miserable scream, he had already heard the voice of his own brother, so he exerted light skills and rushed towards the big Zhuang family twenty zhang away. Just in time for a ball-like thing to roll out quickly, it wasn't until the ball hit the ground and let out a cry of pain that Sun Er saw that it was Zhang San, who was covered in blood and missing an arm.

Sun Er shouted: "The eldest and the fourth are coming, someone has injured the third." While helping Zhang San up, he is cautious by nature, and the martial arts of those who can cut the third child will not be too bad, so call a few more people to be safe.

Huang Da Li Si heard the voice and rushed over.

Shi Tian had already taken a breath, and slowly walked to the door with his knife, his steps were slow, but extremely firm, like a soldier stepping on the battlefield and charging towards the endless enemy. There is no superfluous nonsense, since the other party slaughtered the villagers in the first place, it is pointless to say some words of condemnation at this time, and it is a waste of energy.

The old man's face was solemn and solemn, and the sun shone down, as if gilded his face. The old man exhaled deeply, and the big knife rushed towards Sun Er from the bottom up. Sun Er helped Zhang San to retreat again and again, and if he retreated a little slowly, he would taste the taste of disembowelment, he threw away Zhang San, and walked with light skills, not daring to accept it easily.

After Huang Da arrived, he joined the war group and attacked Shi Tian from the side, Shi Tian was seriously injured and did not recover, and he retreated Zhang San, which was already seriously overdrawn his physical strength.

When he wanted to kill Sun Er, he was overdrawing his life, he had never learned advanced internal skills, and only relied on the tricks of fighting in battle arrays to fight for his life, in fact, even if he was not injured, he may not have beaten Sun Er, but Sun Er was unwilling to exchange his life for his life, and he fell behind for a while.

When Huang Da attacked, he would not be able to return to the sky. After a few moves, he was imprinted on his chest by Huang Dayi's palm, vomiting blood, Li Si took the opportunity to turn behind him and slapped him twice on the back.

Shi Tian fell face to the ground, falling into a coma and unconscious.

Li Si was about to kill Shi Tian with a poisonous hand. Suddenly, a masked brocade-clothed man came out of nowhere to stop Li Si, he said a few words in a low voice, Li Si looked unhappy, Huang Da also looked unwilling, he was a little annoyed, and the two of them were afraid before retreating. He stretched out his finger to stop Shi Tian's bleeding, and then easily picked up Shi Tian and left.

Waiting for the brocade man to walk away and couldn't see the figure, Huang Da looked at Zhang San who had a broken arm, and asked the reason, his face was gloomy and about to drip water, and he couldn't help but say that he broke into Da Zhuang's house, killed the people who could still move inside one by one, and even made up a few palms for Da Zhuang Dad and Da Zhuang who were unconscious, and began to set fire. After doing this, a few more families were slaughtered, and the evil breath in his chest dissipated a little.

Then he packed the hundreds of taels of silver he had stolen and put them on an ox cart, led the four young women with ropes, and walked out of the village. In the past, robberies rarely killed people, and it was enough to injure a few people and kill a few people, and it was enough to kill people, and it was equivalent to slapping the officials in the face, after all, the whole door was slaughtered, and it had to be reported layer by layer, and the bigger officials would investigate it deeply, and they would also send experts to pursue it with all their might. I don't care so much this time, let's teach these villagers a lesson.

Da Zhuang's father didn't die, maybe Huang Da thought he was dead when he saw him covered in blood, and he lightened his strength when he made up for it. He was awakened by the smoke and fire that filled the house just after the robbers had left, and moved out of the house little by little like worms.

Shi Keqi Muran looked at Da Zhuang's father who had passed out, remorse, sadness, pain, helplessness and other emotions were intertwined, maybe he could protect his grandfather without entering the city, and maybe Da Zhuang would not leave.

The surviving villagers were busy saving people and fighting fires, the eyes of the old people who had lost their loved ones were full of tears, and the teardrops the size of beans fell from the dry eye sockets from time to time, and the beloved children looked at the surviving adults with a little trepidation, at a loss, because they were too young to know how to grieve.