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"Let's take a break."

Taixuan Mountain, on the mountain road under the Wild Dog Peak.

Tang Hu turned over and dismounted, sat down against the stump of the tree on the side, took out a wine bag from his arms, and drank it in a big gulp.

Seeing that the leader was like this, the four or five men in black around naturally pulled the reins and stationed their horses.

They turned over and dismounted, and planted their torches on the ground around them.

As he sat around, he complained, "These brutes are quite capable of running!" ”

Hearing this, Tang Hu looked sideways at the group of crow slaves who were squatting on the ground with their heads down, looking terrified, and seemed to feel his gaze, the faces of the crow slaves suddenly turned pale, and their bodies trembled faintly.

Tang Hu seemed to like this scene very much, his eyes were unscrupulous, and he continued to look at the group of crow slaves.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a woman in the crowd, she was holding a child in her arms, under her tattered clothes, her snow-white skin was exposed, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, although there were traces of time, but still with a bit of charm.

Probably because of the wine, Tang Hu's heart was hot. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he threw the wine bag in his hand to his companion beside him, and then stood up and walked towards the place where the group of crow slaves were.

The companions around him were obviously aware of his temperament, and they all looked at each other at this time, and their faces showed meaningful smiles.

Tang Hu approached step by step.

His face with a dissatisfied sarcoma, against the backdrop of the firelight, seemed to be as hideous and terrifying as a demon.

The crow slaves looked up at him nervously, their bodies trembling, but they couldn't afford to have the courage to escape.

He came to the woman, who seemed to realize what was going to happen, and she clung to her child and begged, "Don't ...... Don't ......"

But Tang Hu didn't care about her plea, he stretched out his hand towards the woman, grabbed her neck, and dragged her body out of the crow slave.

She struggled hard, her hands kept slapping Tang Hu's hands, but this kind of resistance seemed weak and pale, she was inevitably dragged out of the crowd and thrown to the ground by Tang Hu.

The woman was dizzy from the fall, and when she came back to her senses, the man in front of her had already begun to reach out and undo his pants.

Her face turned pale, and she stood up and was about to run away.

"Mother!"

But at this moment, a childish cry made the woman's movements to get up stagnant.

She looked sideways and saw that a man in black had somehow held her daughter in his arms, and a short knife was on the child's neck.

The man was sneering, and the child was crying.

Tang Hu in front of him stopped what he was doing and stared down at her.

It's like a wild beast staring at its prey that is already a turtle in an urn.

The woman's body trembled, but soon she understood her situation.

At that moment, it was as if her soul had been drained of her, and the brilliance in her eyes receded like a tide, and she no longer had any life.

She sat down slumped back on the floor, and slowly lay down.

A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Hu's mouth.

She is a very interesting woman.

He said secretly in his heart, and immediately his eyes were hot, like a wolf, and he was about to pounce on the woman.

Shout.

A sharp voice suddenly sounded.

It was a stone that pierced the night, extinguishing a torch that was stuck into the ground.

The mountain road was a little darker.

Tang Hu was stunned for a moment, stopped what he was doing, and the companions around him also realized that something was wrong and got up one after another.

Shout!

Shout!

And at this moment, several more sharp voices came.

Several stones flew one after another, and the torches planted in the ground were extinguished one after another.

There was a sudden darkness on the mountain road.

"Who dares to attack the ghost crow village!" Tang Hu took out the long knife behind his back and held it in his hand, looking around vigilantly.

The companions around him also looked vigilant and solemn.

The mountains and forests were silent, and no noise was heard, and no one responded to his questioning.

Rustling!

Suddenly, a night wind struck, making the mountains and forests rustle.

The dark clouds in the sky also seemed to be swept by the night wind, moving slowly, obscuring the crescent moon.

When the last rays of moonlight were obscured, the mountain road suddenly darkened.

And at this moment, a cold light suddenly jumped up from the grass in the distance and rushed here.

"Be careful!" Tang Hu shouted vigilantly.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a muffled snort behind him, accompanied by the heavy sound of the body falling to the ground.

Tang Hu's heart tightened, and when he looked back, he saw that a cold light had already attacked in front of him.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he raised his knife to stop it.

But the other party seemed to have anticipated his intentions, and the cold light in his hand turned into a spur.

A chill came from his arm, and when he came back to his senses, the clothes on his arm were still cut, and a bloody mark was cut on the skin underneath.

And the other party obviously came to take his life, and the cold mangs in his hands kept attacking, and at the moment of cutting his arm, he turned around again and stabbed him in the chest again.

It's a hard stubble!

Tang Hu secretly said in his heart, not daring to be careless.

His heart sank, the qi in his body surged, and the spiritual power in the dantian was urged by him, and his body was shaken.

Spiritual Pressure Protector!

That is a unique ability that only the martial artists of the Three Realms Spirit Mansion Realm have.

This spiritual pressure swayed away, and the cold light in the man's hand was shocked by the spiritual pressure, and the offensive was obviously stagnant.

He seemed to be afraid, and his figure suddenly retreated a few steps.

At the same time, the night wind rose again, the mountains rustled, and the dark clouds of the dome covering the moon were blown away by the night wind.

The cold moonlight shone down, and the scene on the mountain road was no longer drowned in darkness.

Tang Hu finally saw the appearance of the comer.

It was a man, not very old, dressed in black, with a handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms on his face, covering his nose and mouth, and in his eyes, the light was cold and incomparable, almost ghostly, not human.

In his hand he held a sword that had been cut in half, and the blood on the sword was still dripping without drying.

Tang Hu had never seen such an opponent, he looked at the other party carefully, through the gap where the other party was standing, he could also see clearly, behind the other party, his companion who was holding the little girl had fallen to the ground, and there was no sound, only the little girl, as if she didn't figure out what was going on, was standing in place, her body couldn't stop trembling.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"We have no grievances and no enemies, why do we kill the killer?"

Tang Hu clenched the knife in his hand and asked in a low voice at that time.

At the same time, the remaining companions also had a tacit understanding and slowly surrounded them from all sides.

"We are the people of the Ghost Crow Village, there is nothing in Taixuan Mountain that we can't do in the Ghost Crow Village, and there are people who can't be killed."

"Today's matter, or misunderstanding, if you don't want to cause trouble, it's best to leave now, and I will treat it as if nothing happened."

Tang Hu naturally saw that the person in front of him was by no means a whim and attacked them, and his persuasion would not have any effect.

He just wanted to delay the weird guy in front of him and buy time for his companions to settle down.

The other party didn't seem to be aware of his intentions, he looked at Tang Hu and opened his mouth.

"There was only one misunderstanding between us."

"It's ......"

"As jackals, you have the appearance of a human being."

The man said this in a hoarse voice, like the muffled sound of an old door shaking when it was blown by the night wind.

Tang Hu's brows furrowed, he was very annoyed by the humiliation of the other party, and several companions had already taken place at this moment, so he didn't hesitate to burst out at that time: "Do it!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the four people around them rushed forward with big knives in their hands, surrounded and suppressed from all sides, sealing the other party's way of advance and retreat.

But the masked man did not show the slightest fear in the face of such a dilemma, his figure remained motionless, and four long knives dangling with a ghostly light had reached him in front of him.

His cold eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

The broken sword in his hand trembled at that moment.

"Break the array—Qianjun!"

He whispered, the long broken sword in his hand crossed his chest, colliding with two long knives coming from the front, and at this moment, his other hand stretched out, fingering at the blade of the sword.

The sword body trembled violently, and a huge force poured out from the sword's body, surging along the long knife towards the two people holding the sword.

The faces of the two turned pale, and their bodies involuntarily retreated a few steps.

But the masked man did not want to let them go, and he stepped forward, and his other hand was put behind his back, and another broken sword was taken out by him.

It was a slightly strangely shaped broken sword, the body of the sword showed a strange curve that ordinary swordsmen had never had, and it was engraved with the words "Spring is not late".

"Spring is not late - geese go back." So said it from his lips.

The broken sword was thrown out of his hand at this moment, and the body of the broken sword rotated, drawing a strange arc in the air, going to the two who retreated, and the cold blade was like a ghost, cutting the necks of the two, and then spun and fell back into his hand.

At the same time, two long knives behind him also attacked at this time.

But the masked man did not have the slightest panic, he took the spring back behind his back, and at the same time held it with his backhand.

He spun around and collided with the incoming long knife.

The blade of the sword slammed to one side, just in time for the bombardment of another attacking long knife.

Three swords collided together.

There was a stalemate for a while.

But this stalemate lasted only a short time.

A cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the sword blade suddenly let go.

The blade of the sword spun on top of the long knife, and his other hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and his arm was sent forward, and the broken sword was attached to the blade of the sword.

The piercing sound of the clashing of gold and stone, accompanied by the tail of fire, was pulled out of the blade.

The next moment, the broken sword came to the thief's neck.

The thief's face was shocked, and he subconsciously asked for help, but there was no mercy in the eyes of the person holding the sword, and blood gushed out from the thief's neck when the sword slashed.

The words of the thief hanging in his throat were also drowned in the night forever with blood.

At the same time, he turned his body, as if he had already expected the path of the person behind him, and lightly avoided the long knife that was chopping, and stabbed the other party's chest with a finger of the broken sword.

The man didn't seem to expect it to happen so suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he stared incredulously at the broken sword that had stabbed into his chest.

At this moment, the vitality was withdrawn with the overflow of blood, and his eyes were filled with fear, but the next moment, his body lost his strength and fell heavily as the broken sword was withdrawn.

After doing this, the masked man shook the sword body lightly, and the blood stains on the sword body shook off, revealing a snow-white cold light.

He turned his head to look at Tang Hu, who had not had time to kill before he could come forward with a knife, and his companions had already been killed, and the glow in his narrowed eyes was flourishing.

He said.

"It's your turn."