Just when the swords of both sides are tense...

"Eh, why is the world going backwards?" the untimely cry sounded with the sound of horses' hooves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When everyone heard the voice, they saw a middle-aged man riding a horse rushing over, and he didn't stop until he was close to the Black Eagle Village.

"Hmm~~ Good afternoon, everyone!" The drunken words sounded, and the middle-aged man waved his right hand to Liuyun and his party, and said hello.

And the people on both sides were already stunned by this scene. Isn't it time for the two sides to fight each other and then compose a sad song of blood and tears? What the hell is this drunkard, the tease invited by the monkey? The bewilderment with a capital letter written on everyone's faces.

Liuyun was the first to react and shouted eagerly. "Uncle drunk, hurry up!" Although he usually doesn't communicate much with middle-aged drunks, he doesn't want to see people he knows in danger.

"Hiccup~~~ Little brother, why do you have two twins?" The middle-aged man seemed to be unable to recognize the current situation, and pointed at Liuyun with a grin, still talking nonsense in his mouth.

At this time, a dark-skinned strong man rushed out of the group of people in the Black Eagle Village, and shouted: "Where did you come from, drunkard, go back to Hades!" As he spoke, he picked up the big axe in his hand and picked it up.

In the caravan, many people had closed their eyes when they saw this, and they couldn't bear to look at the scene of the separation of their heads and heads. Liuyun, Zheng Yue and other guards even urged the horses to prepare to gallop forward.

However, the next moment, the bloody picture did not appear. The middle-aged man, who seemed to be lucky to lie on his back, happened to dodge the fatal blow. When the two sides staggered, it was the man from Black Eagle Village who fell off the horse.

"Huh, buddy, why are you sleeping on the ground?" the middle-aged man sat up slowly, looking strangely at the strong man who fell to the ground.

On the other hand, the sudden change stunned the friends who didn't know the truth. Why do you fall down in a good way? What about the head of a person who says it is good? What about the blood that says it is good? What about screaming in fear? What kind of routine do you have? It's quite innovative.

Liuyun and the others also stopped their horses because of this change. Zheng Yue and the other guards didn't know why, and sighed that the middle-aged man was lucky. Only a few people such as Liuyun and Duxiao saw the whole process clearly.

At that moment just now, while the middle-aged man was dodging on his back, his right hand touched his waist, and then jerked and quickly retracted, and a silver match crossed the strong man's neck. So the strong man didn't have anything wrong with his body, but his throat was sealed by a sword. And the person who killed him was a middle-aged man who was still drinking.

"'Green shirts and rags, walking the world alone, drunk and not drunk, where do the guests come from?' I didn't expect the famous 'drunken guests' on the rivers and lakes to be here, disrespectful and disrespectful. Duxiao arched his hand towards the middle-aged man, with a little jealousy in his guarded eyes.

From the middle-aged man's clothing and the gesture of the man, the lone owl had already recognized this man, a chivalrous man known as the "drunken guest".

It is rumored that this person is unkempt, often wears a shabby cyan cloth shirt, and the cowhide wine bag in his hand is even more inseparable. If you look down on him because of his appearance, you really don't know how to write the word "death". To be clear, this drunkard had single-handedly exterminated many bandit groups. If it weren't for the uncertainty of his whereabouts and the fact that he didn't recruit a wide range of disciples, I'm afraid his reputation would not be weaker than those big sects.

Quickly flashing this information through his mind, Duxiao's face became even more gloomy. The big fat sheep before turned into a man-eating wolf, and it was strange that he felt happy. However, in his dictionary, the word "return without success" does not exist, and no matter how good this drunk is, he will bite off a piece of meat.

Duxiao thought for a moment, but saw that the drunken guest didn't pay attention to him at all, but continued to drink, and the face of the yin owl was a little lower. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he said as calmly as possible: "Drunken guest, how about you and I walking half of the road to the sky?"

In fact, according to the character of the lone owl, who has ever said that he has made concessions, it is really the name of "drunkard" that puts too much pressure on him. Therefore, even if there would be a loss of prestige in front of his subordinates, he had to do so. However, the drunken guest on the other side didn't seem to have the idea of giving him half of the face, and still shook his head there as he should.

"Hmph, drunkard, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid. Scholars, wild ducks, let's go! The rest of the men go to deal with the caravan. ”

The drunkard's ignorance completely infuriates the Duke. However, his mind was still sober, and he understood that he couldn't take the other party alone, so he called the two people who were second only to him in martial arts in the Black Eagle Village, trying to defeat the other party with the strength of the three of them, and he could entangle him at the worst, and his own men took the opportunity to destroy the caravan's living force. After that, is it up to you to decide whether to fight or not?

After the lone owl finished speaking, he immediately drove forward. The scholar and the wild duck glanced at each other and followed. The rest of the Black Eagle Village received the leader's order and rushed forward one after another. In contrast, Liuyun, Zheng Yue and other guards naturally fought hard.

The whole scene was suddenly chaotic.

The three of them found the drunken customer, and they fought each other in pairs, and surrounded him. During this period, the drunken guests just drank leisurely, and there was no intention of hindrance. But this kind of behavior fell in the eyes of the three of them, which was tantamount to Chi Guoguo's provocation, which made the three of them feel angry and go all out.

The lone owl is playing with a nine-ring big knife, the knife is four feet long, and it is chopped down with a knife, and the nine rings behind it are full of wind.

The scholar holds a fine iron folding fan, the fan surface is refracted and crossed, the brilliance is flashing, dazzling.

The wild duck holds a two-foot short sword, the blade is quenched, and a sword pierces it, and the cold wind is faint, like a maggot tarsal bone.

"Mo Xiao, old clothes, old long sword, go through the world. The drunken man recited as he lowered his head casually, flashing the big knife whistling from the top. As he lowered his head, his right hand twitched from his waist, and a silver light intercepted another sharp light. Then with a flick of his wrist, he led the scholar's fan to the side, just in time to block the short sword attacked by the wild duck.

After completing a series of natural actions, the drunken guest then chanted loudly: "Look, the wind is the screen, the grass is the mat, and the heaven and the earth are home." ”

"Damn!!" the lone owl roared angrily, the green tendons in his right hand burst out, and he barely twisted the knife momentum and slashed back, trying to take advantage of his unpreparedness, and the blow worked.

But the drunken man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and his right hand waved back with ease. With a "bang", gold and iron struck, but the menacing nine-ring broadsword was knocked open.

At this moment, the weapon in the drunkard's right hand was finally clear, and it was actually a soft sword. The sword body has no patterns, it is unpretentious, and the hilt is only wrapped with leather at will. The whole sword is restrained and sharp, simple and deadly, just like its owner.

Although the previous confrontation made the other three have solemn faces, the drunken guest did not care about it and continued to chant: "Spirit, the tip of the knife, the end of blood, through spring and summer." ”

Then, with his left hand, he lifted the sac and poured it into his mouth. "Poof", he sprayed the liquor on the sword again, and then laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Wine, laugh all your life, get drunk all your life, and be a chivalrous man all your life." ”

Seeing that the drunken guests didn't pay attention to them at all, even if they were secretly annoyed in their hearts, they could only suppress it for the time being, after all, verbal shouting could not solve the problem. The three of them glanced at each other, and they realized that they had a decision.

The lone owl took the lead in attacking first, slashing down with a knife and attacking the drunken guest's back. The scholar and the wild duck tacitly followed suit, dancing with a fan and stabbing blades, attacking his upper and lower plates respectively.

"A sword, a moment, a blink of an eye, it's gone. Drunken words came out of the drunken guest's mouth, and at the same time, the silver pair passed away in a flash, shaking away the attacks around him. After doing all this, he added: "I saw that the glass pieces, between the roof tiles, left ink spots." ”

The lone owl behind him saw that his weapon was effortlessly shaken away, and he felt the unstoppable tremor of his right hand, and his heart was shocked. But he didn't believe in evil, and his eagle-like eyes swept to the horses under the drunken guest's crotch, and his eyes flashed, and he said sharply: "Scholar!

Hearing this, the duck quickly took out a bag of lime from his bosom and sprinkled it into the eyes of the drunken guest. At the same time, the scholar pressed the thumb of his right hand, and the mechanism in the iron fan was immediately activated. "Boom", several flying needles shot into the heart of the drunken guest.

Seeing this, the drunken man blinked his confused eyes, and then turned the soft sword in his hand at high speed. Suddenly, the sword light was like the silver snake dancing wildly, and the shining silver light was eye-catching. At this time, his face was still drunk, and he shouted: "Listen, the storyteller has also made up the story." ”

Ignoring the drunken guest's crazy words, Duxiao took advantage of the fierce battle between the three of them, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and the muscles of his arms jeopardized. After accumulating power, a move split Huashan, the sword wind was dignified, and an indomitable momentum fell from it. Even if he can't be in the mission, his horse will be abolished!

Suddenly, the drunken guest seemed to be aware of the crisis behind him. He threw the wine bag in his left hand into the air, and at the same time kicked the pedal on the side of the horse with both feet, and his body quickly folded in the air, from the original head and feet to the head and feet. The silver light cluster in his hand was wrapped in lime and flying needles, and he caught up with the falling nine-ring broadsword.

With a "poof", the knife and the sword did not collide directly. The drunken passenger used skillful strength to swing the broadsword directly from the side, and the lime and flying needles also attacked the lonely.

"Ahh However, before he could react, the next moment, blood splattered, and two thick little arms fell.

"Ahh!!h

At this time, the body of the drunken guest has just fallen. He slapped the horse's back with his left hand to straighten his body, and with a flick of his soft sword with his right hand, drops of blood flew away, forcing back the attack of the scholar and the wild duck.

After a dizzying series of movements, the drunken man sat back on his horse. As if calculated, he held the falling wine bag in his left hand, took a sip, his face showed satisfaction, and then whispered: "Listen, take the pot of wine, go to the song, and get drunk." ”