Du's thin and thin face changed: "Damn, a group of scoundrels still want to rebel, can't they? I really don't know where you got the courage to be a group of frogs at the bottom of the well! Do you really think that you can make trouble with these few hundred people?!"

Lu Ming became more and more calm: "I said, I'm a villain, I don't have much knowledge, I don't have much knowledge, but I don't want to die." Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info I may still have a way to live if I kill you, if I don't fight, everyone will die!"

He pointed to the soldiers and the servants: "These are all people who are living with the money I have given them. They eat and drink spicy food, which one doesn't rely on me? You say that I do evil, and they are all accomplices. So as long as I fall, they know exactly what will happen to them. You say we're frogs at the bottom of a well, it doesn't matter. ”

He said with a cold look in his eyes: "Whoever stands in my way, I will kill him!"

An Zheng looked at Wang Yanshan: "How is it?

Wang Yanshan just kept buttoning his head, begging for forgiveness from An Zheng, talking nonsense, what kind of guarantee to get rid of these scourges and so on.

An Zheng smiled and said, "For you Huai'an County, I am an outsider. So solve the contradictions between your own people. Wang Yanshan, you and Lu Ming can only have one living person to negotiate terms with me, so ......"

He got up and walked back to the side of the carriage, leaning against the carriage and said, "Please." ”

Lu Ming laughed: "My lord is really wise, knowing who is more useful to you to stay." ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Yanshan: "Kill him, Huai'an County is still our world!"

Wang Yanshan stood up violently: "You really don't think you can turn the sky up with that little person in your hand?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Lu Ming: "Kill him!"

A few people suddenly rushed out from the crowd of onlookers on the street, moved quickly, and rushed towards Lu Ming. The scoundrels under Lu Ming brandished their weapons to stop those people, and the scene immediately became hot. However, although these scoundrels were numerous, their opponents were four cultivators. The strength of these four people is not very strong, and there is no decent correction to be found in a small place like Huai'an County, and the four of them are all cultivators of the Ascension Realm, but they are far stronger than those scoundrels.

The four of them should be from the same sect, and they are all holding the same short knives, more than a foot long, and they look cold. These four people moved extremely fast, and they fought a bloody way among the more than 100 splashes. The people watching around exclaimed, who of these ordinary people had ever seen such a killing?

The moves of those four cultivators are very unique, because they have not yet reached the realm of Sumeru, so they cannot use the power of cultivation to kill people from a distance. But their speed, their strength, and their reactions are all incomparable to those splashes. A knife slashed down at a cultivator, the practitioner sideways avoided, grabbed the skinny's right arm with his left hand and lifted it up, snapping his right arm with a click, and then the short knife in his right hand slashed back and forth on the skin's neck a few times, and as soon as he let go, the skin's skin fell softly.

These four people are very quick to shoot and have a lot of experience in killing. They are very targeted, and they don't have any moves to speak of. The purpose of the attack is not the throat or the heart, and every knife is fatal. And when they cut the necks of those scoundrels, they never cut them with one knife, at least two or even three or four knives, but because they shot too fast, it didn't take a second to cut three or four knives back and forth.

Brush brush, brush brush, three knives passed, and the neck is basically connected with a layer of skin.

At first, those plopers were very arrogant because of the large number of people, but after the death of a dozen people, the morale was over. The people behind began to flee, no matter how Lu Ming shouted, it was useless.

At this time, the defenders of those county towns began to move. Although they were not as well-trained as Dayan's regular army, they were not comparable to ordinary ruffians and hooligans after all. Five hundred soldiers quickly gathered around, aimed at the four cultivators, and began to fire arrows, crossbows, bows and arrows, and all the medium and long-range weapons used.

Five or six hundred people fought four, and it was only four cultivators of the Ascending Realm, and those four people quickly couldn't hold on.

A cultivator had seven or eight crossbow arrows nailed to his chest, and his body took several steps backwards. Seeing an opportunity, a splash rushed up and slashed at his neck. The cultivator's eyes flickered, and the knife was thrown out and hit the skinny neck, directly penetrating. Then the practitioner rushed forward, pulling the short knife out of his neck and then stabbing it into the heart of the person behind him. Although his movements were slower, he still killed so fiercely. He put his left arm around the man's neck, held a knife in his right hand, and stabbed the man in the heart five or six times in an instant.

He let go, and the body fell limply.

Burst!

The cultivator was slashed in the back, and he screamed in pain, turned around and cut back and forth, slicing the neck of the person who had attacked him. The scoundrel collapsed with his hands on his neck, sticky blood running down the cracks between his hands. There was a clicking sound in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

An Zheng closed the curtain of the carriage to prevent Gu Qianye and Qu Liuxi from seeing such a scene.

The onlookers ran out for a while, hiding a little farther away and continuing to watch, and everyone actually had an inexplicable excitement.

The cultivator was hit by seven or eight crossbow arrows and stabbed in the back, but he knew that as long as he didn't kill him, he would die, so he didn't mean to stop at all. Knife by knife, killing one by one, but bleeding too much, slower and slower.

A scoundrel kicked him down from behind, picked up a brick and started slapping him on the head. The sound of snapping is so clear that the scalp of the listener is numb. In just a moment, the cultivator's head was slammed down, and blood splattered, picking up the scoundrel's face. But he was still clutching the bricks and slapping them down one by one, first with blood beads splattering, then minced meat, and then brains.

When he saw that the man was finally dead, he grabbed his head and stood up and laughed like crazy: "He let me die!

As he was shouting, a wounded cultivator passed by him, slashed his neck with two stabs, and then retreated as he fought, without looking at him or at his fellow disciples who were lying on the ground with bloody flesh and blood.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, after all, he has manpower. After killing hundreds of people, he finally couldn't stop it, surrounded by those soldiers, looking at it with knives, chopping the ground with minced meat, and even the shape of the corpse could hardly be seen. The most strange thing is that none of these four people spoke until they died, and the eyes that looked at Wang Yanshan from time to time were very complicated.

Wang Yanshan was a little scared at first, but when he saw that the four people had been killed, his face softened a little. He walked towards Wang Yanshan: "Lord County Commander, I have served you all these years, and I am better than your grandson, right? But now it's different, now it's either you die or I die, of course there is no choice. ”

He picked up a knife from the ground and walked up to Wang Yanshan to cut it.

The sea of county Cheng Song suddenly blocked in front of Wang Yanshan, his eyes were resolute.

Lu Mingleng paused: "Fuck...... What kind of fucking onion are you? Wang Yanshan hasn't harmed you enough? You're not a fucking person with him at all, and you still protect him? You're a county adult, you can't even protect your own house, you fucking protect the people who robbed your house?!"

Song Zhihai was trembling, although he was a county magistrate, he was just a literati. He held the knife in both hands, and the knife trembled more than his hand.

"I'm an official of the imperial court, and so am he. Even if Wang Yanshan violates the law, it should not be you who will kill him, but the law of the country! No matter how wrong he is, he is still an official, and as a county magistrate, I can't watch you kill officials and rebel!"

"You fucking idiot. ”

Lu Ming saw Song Zhihai wielding the knife in both hands indiscriminately, and after dodging, he slapped Song Zhihai in the face, directly knocking Song Zhihai to the ground: "Are you sick? When he forcibly occupied your shop on the street, why didn't you resist? Damn, Lao Tzu is avenging you, you fucking stopped me!"

He kicked Song Zhihai in the face, and the angry Du was about to go up. An Zheng pulled Du Thin and shook his head. Although Du Shou didn't know what An Zheng's plan was, he still retreated and continued to watch.

Lu Ming knocked Song Zhihai over with three punches and two kicks, and then walked to Wang Yanshan, who was trembling, with a knife: "Do you think Lao Tzu doesn't know how many bodyguards you have hired? It's just that strange people, those few people of theirs actually refuse to take my money! It's fucking unreasonable that you bastard bastard can still find a few cultivators who are loyal to you. ”

He raised his knife and was about to slash down, but suddenly a chill fell on his neck.

Lu Ming subconsciously raised his hand and touched it, his neck was very wet, and then the blood flowed down one by one. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he stepped back with his hands around his neck, trying to speak but couldn't say it at all.

Wang Yanshan had an extra short knife in his hand, the same short knife as the four dead cultivators before.

"Do you know why they don't take your money, no matter how much you try to win them over? ”

Wang Yanshan looked at Lu Ming and said coldly: "I really shouldn't have used you in the first place, you ruined everything I worked so hard for." ”

Lu Ming's body shook a few times and then fell, and the blood quickly stained the place where he fell red. Wang Yanshan turned his head to look at the soldiers, his face was gloomy: "You want to kill me? a bunch of fools! If you really kill me in front of Grandpa Guo, Grandpa Guo will really leave you?"

He looked at An Zheng, who shook his head: "Of course not." ”

Wang Yanshan also smiled: "I knew it would be like this...... Use a person's life as bait to turn Lu Ming and me against each other, and then Grandpa Guo, you watch the two of us kill each other, it's better to die, right? Grandpa Guo, there are a few words that I know are useless to say, but I still have to say them...... I am a cultivator, a small sect master who cannot be smaller, those four are all my disciples, and I only have those four disciples. ”

"I said at the beginning that there was no future with me, and they were all loyal, so they refused to leave. Later, I thought, "If you want to get ahead in a small sect like ours, what can you do?" ”

He pointed to the dead man: "This is not the ending I want to see. ”

An Zheng pointed to the frightened couple sitting in the carriage: "From the time you started to plague the people, the ending was written. ”

Wang Yanshan shook his head: "That's not necessarily, do you think that all the officials in the world are you? No, no, no, they are all my Wang Yanshan." If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have ended up like this. ”