The fire became brighter and brighter, burning so much that Jiang He felt a little hot, and he wanted to use a knife to stick to his face, maybe to cool down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The strong man in the corner struggled to sit up, and a trace of dirty blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it anymore, like the mouth of a weir pond that had opened a floodgate, flowing out endlessly. He raised his left hand, which he could still raise, lightly wiped the blood, and then said with difficulty, "Hack him." ”

This voice was like a reassuring pill, thrown into the hearts of those bandits who were holding knives in their hands but did not dare to advance for half a minute, they finally stopped being stunned, and leaned over to the river with knives, just as the so-called indiscriminate punching to kill the master, they thought, their hearts were full of confidence, and they rushed towards the river like a wind under their feet.

Jiang He was shocked, this one-on-one is okay to say, but if he cuts indiscriminately, he can't guarantee that he won't be scratched, but he can't think too much, the first bandit who rushed has already come to him.

Jiang He's heart was crossed, and he greeted him with a knife.

The scene was chaotic in an instant, Jiang He tried his best to listen, watch, and give full play to his extraordinary sense of sight and hearing, and there was no slow movement in the legendary novel, but in Jiang He's mind, he tried his best to calculate the inertial trajectory of the knife light, and then he controlled the muscles of his body and made a series of subtle dodge actions.

Jiang He's figure was fast, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly in the eyes of onlookers, only the cold light in his hand kept flashing.

The knife in his hand was a little heavy. Jiang He felt that his arms were not very flexible, and he kicked away the first bandit who rushed in, and then swung his knife to meet the long-bearded bandit who was still behind him.

"Snort. ”

The dull sound, like a firewood knife cut into a ripe fruit, could not make too sharp sound, and after the dull sound, there was the "zizi" sound of blood splattering out.

Jiang He pulled out the iron knife that had slashed at the man's shoulder, where an artery was hidden, and Jiang He felt that the blood was as cheap and raging as the air and water that unscrewed the cover. The long-bearded bandit clutched his shoulders and fell down in pain, hot blood gushing out, falling on Jiang He's palm holding the knife, Jiang He felt the heat on the back of his palm, and felt a little nauseous, but he didn't have time to think and sigh, a knife cut from the side had come in front of him.

Jiang He dodged sideways for the first time, although he had calculated the trajectory in advance, he was still a little slower, his right shoulder was slashed fiercely, and an inch-long wound was instantly pulled apart by the knife, and blood flowed down his arm.

It hurts!

Jiang He tugged at the corners of his mouth, the first time he was cut was not comfortable, he scolded in his heart, and with a backhand knife, he slapped at the bandit who had just slashed at him, at this moment he could only use the way of "patting", and it would take him more time to turn his wrist over the blade, he didn't have this extra time, because he was almost surrounded by knife light.

"Smack!"

It's like an oar beating against a river, or like a stone falling to the ground. With a loud crisp sound, Jiang He's knife slapped on the man's face, and the huge force instantly smashed his cheek, and the blue and purple instantly became a ball, and then fell to the ground.

Jiang He put away the knife and held it in his hand, the firelight was behind him, and in the blink of an eye, three people had fallen at his feet, but this was far from enough, Jiang He suddenly felt like he was making a movie, or a crazy boy or something.

Machete and blood, the blood and ignorance of young people.

He tugged at his throat, which had not yet healed, and let out a loud cry, but it was not loud, it sounded like the old beast was about to die, and he howled weakly. But Jiang He still felt very satisfied, fighting, talking about momentum.

With a lift of his left foot, he lifted the iron knife lying on the ground, he held the knife in both hands, stepped under his feet, and rushed forward.

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Boss Yun rode his horse and looked high at Dushui City in the distance.

He once wanted to be an idealistic robber, robbing the rich and helping the poor to help the common people. But a bandit is a bandit after all, and his great ambition will also be lost to this dark night, and his brothers will not care about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and it is only natural that he is full of food and drink.

Boss Yun agrees with this very much, and only when he is full can he have the strength to realize his ideals, although the process is a little darker, and the result is bright. Life is a little sad these days, and the soldiers in the mountains have been more ruthless than their own bandits lately, so they have to take their brothers here, and they can't get much meat by taking risks, but it's better than starving to death.

He looked at the outline of the city in the distance, thinking about these cities that were innocent on the surface but had already been rotten, and felt a little disgusting, this feeling was even more disgusting than the first time he killed someone, he touched the knife straddling the horse's back, and the fire in the village behind him made him feel even more upset.

The city gate seemed to open in the distance, and Boss Yun turned his head to look at the small village behind him and the brothers who hadn't come out for a long time, and a sense of uneasiness arose from the bottom of his heart. He turned the horse, slapped it on the buttocks, and ran towards the village.

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Jiang He stood in the courtyard covered in blood, half of his own, half of those bandits.

He was slashed three times in the arm, twice in the thigh, and not to mention the knife on his back, Jiang He estimated that there were at least four or five cuts. He gasped, his arms trembling slightly, the blood on his face and the wailing sound of the bandits lying on the ground made him vomit in disgust.

He finally had time to vomit, because he was the only one standing in the middle of the courtyard at the moment, and the boatmen who stood in the corner were naturally not counted. Except for the bandits who were still panting and wailing, there was not a single person with the ability to fight at this moment, Jiang He was carrying a knife, and the edges of the two iron machetes were slightly curly, and the blood on them fell down the tip of the knife drop by drop.

Jiang He vomited upside down as if no one was around, and finally vomited all the sour water in his stomach and all the dinner and stomach, Jiang He wiped his mouth, the pungent and fishy blood stimulated his nasal cavity, and he straightened up to look at his "results". At this moment, he felt as if he had become the leader of XX Bay, beating his own country, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and a stream of his own blood flowed out.

He was about to put away his knife and go out, but a horse stopped at some point.

Sitting alone on a horse, a knife straddled between the saddles, Boss Yun looked at Jiang He expressionlessly.

He never thought that this scene in front of him, in this remote village, there was such a ruthless person hidden, he looked at his brothers lying on the ground and the three masters who fell by the courtyard wall at the moment, and his heart was terrified.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the reins in his hand clenched tightly, and he thought about whether to fight or retreat.

Jiang He looked at Boss Yun outside the courtyard, and the vigilance in his heart was instantly raised to the highest, the person on the horse was by no means an ordinary bandit, he could feel the strong sense of threat he brought to him, and before he knew it, his palms were already sweating, and the hilt of the knife was a little slippery with blood.

"In Xia Sanyun Zhai, the clouds are always there, and I dare to ask the hero's name. ”

Boss Yun shouted to Jiang He, he sat sideways, his left hand still holding the reins, while his right hand hidden behind him quietly held the hilt of the knife.

Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself? He wanted to answer loudly, but his voice just now completely cut off the possibility of his own voice, do you want to raise his hand and show it to that person? Forget it, Jiang He simply turned his heart sideways, held the knife in his hand steadily, and saw how this person responded.

Boss Yun was in a mess at the moment, it was the first time he had met such an opponent, and he just stood by himself without answering. You know, there are not many things that start fighting without agreeing, and you probably have to ask to understand, if you meet a reclusive master, you can't accompany yourself and then the wind is tight.

The two of them stood like this, looking at each other strangely.

Boss Yun finally couldn't hold it back, he looked at the subordinates in the courtyard who didn't know life and death, and said coldly: "This hero, my brother and others just passed by here and disturbed the hero's rest by mistake." He paused, his tone growing colder.

"But it's not so ruthless, is it?"

Jiang He was speechless, he didn't know what to answer, and he couldn't answer.

He felt that he couldn't answer the big village owner of Sanyun Village anyway, so he simply carried a knife and went up, how to know the depth of the river without trying. As soon as he kicked under his feet, he rushed to the courtyard gate like a bolt of lightning in an instant.

Boss Yun, who was sitting on the horse, was startled, thinking about why this person stepped forward with a knife without saying a word, he kicked under his feet, and instantly pulled out the knife in the saddle and dismounted to meet the battle.

A flash of sword light flashed, reflecting the bright yellow moon in the sky, and the fire behind him burned vigorously.