Wang Lin carried the firewood axe and returned to the official road at the entrance of the village.

The originally bustling and lively road is now deserted.

Only Mo Yunqi and the Fuji monk were left, one crazy and one stupid, standing still.

"Donor, what are you waiting for?"

"I ...... My sister is lost, she will not endure hardships to walk the mountain road, I want to wait for her on this avenue......."

"Oh, I'll wait for the sugar gourd, you wait for the girl, when she comes back, you can also buy her a string of sugar gourds, I'm afraid that she will rob me then."

After Wang Lin retreated to the people before, Mo Yunqi didn't see him, but he came back at this time, and he immediately let him look right, hurriedly rushed to the front, and knelt down bitterly and said:

"Please have mercy on my brother and sister, and show me a clear way to find her back, I will no longer teach her to do anything wrong in this life, and I will let her change her mind and return to goodness, outside... Horse bandits... Thieves... She... I... Beg... Please......"

Mo Yunqi still has the same demeanor as before, the brocade clothes are stained and dusty everywhere, his hair is scattered, and his face is withered, after seeing Wang Lin, he became more and more anxious, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Seeing him so pitiful, Wang Lin didn't know what to do, so he had to help him up and say some words of comfort and comfort.

Before he could say a word, a group of horse bandits and swordsmen attacked on the official road, and they kicked the perfunctory road block away in three or two strokes and killed here.

"Little guys, the big boss scared the Jinyang officers and soldiers, everyone is sharp, and follow me to sweep the surrounding villages and towns!"

Dozens of horsemen echoed in the back, and there was a burst of ghosts and wolves.

At the head is the three leaders of the mighty tigers, Hu Biao.

He flicked his whip, stopped the crowd in front of the entrance of the village, drew his broadsword, and shouted viciously to his men:

"You can hear me clearly, follow me Hu Biao out, you will definitely have your oil and water, but if anyone patronizes to make money and play with women, delays the hour, lacks grain and grass, and does not need to be a big boss, I will chop you up!"

After that, the bandits dispersed and plundered.

The little minions swarmed into the village, and Hu Biao led a dozen henchmen to guard the entrance of the village to prevent anyone from escaping.

Bandits are also human beings, and there are always one or two soft-hearted.

If she strengthened the woman of a good family, she couldn't bear to kill her on the spot, so she fled to the entrance of the village and handed it over to the eldest brother and the brothers in front of the door to kill.

After Hu Biao made the arrangements, he still didn't look at Wang Lin and the others.

just waved his hand and arranged for a few younger brothers to kill him.

There is only a little bald donkey left and right, a cow's nose with empty skin, and a down-and-out son, and it can be finished with three knives.

Wang Lin was chilled, and he was about to use the life and death talisman to control this leader, so that he could rein in this group of beasts.

Mo Yunqi directly met the horse's momentum and rushed forward.

He stared at the bandits, as if he had thought of something important, rushed to Hu Biao, and shouted:

"In the past few days, have your subordinates plundered other official roads? Have you ever met a rich girl in white who is fifteen or sixteen? ”

Seeing that this person was actually a madman, Hu Biao didn't want to dirty his knife, so he turned a deaf ear to these words and didn't say a word.

"Say, you say! Tell me the fuck ahhhhh ”

The ink clouds looked like crazy demons, roaring again and again.

He's not really crazy now, he's already in a demon.

The two swordsmen paced forward and protected their leader from being caught by the madman.

A lewd dwarf with thief eyebrows and rat eyes and lewd eyes, hehe laughed a few times, and pretended to say:

"I have 10,000 brothers in the Tiger Guard, everyone is happy these days, singing every night, and the women who have been robbed are not full of 10,000 but also 8,000, who knows which one you are talking about?"

He followed Hu Biao at the entrance of the village, he couldn't go in to have a good time, he had been depressed for a long time, and he couldn't help but lie out, and he couldn't touch the real body, so he was addicted to it.

The same is true of the minions on the side, who laughed obscenely and said in a helpful voice:

"It's miles, it's miles."

"Head to head, it's still those rich girls who have a strong taste, a spicy and coquettish temperament, and with the half-covered and half-exposed white clothes, it really makes me ......"

The two wanted to say more, but they could only retell the story in Hades.

A cold light suddenly appeared, drawing countless blood streaks in the air.

Mo Yunqi's mouth was wide open, trembling up and down, as if he was wailing something, but his throat couldn't make any sound.

The soft sword at his waist, I don't know when he was already in his hand, stirred forward, and turned countless flesh, flesh and bones.

The minions who hadn't finished those two words were shrouded in a rain of swords in an instant.

The sword was like rain, and the rain continued to fall, and when it touched the two of them, it splashed a few points of blood.

Mo Yunqi's sword momentum was too fast, so that people couldn't see the situation in the sword rain at all.

This sword rain has finally stopped.

The two large human heads, intact, fell on top of the pulp and slowly sank.

The two of them were still squeezing their eyebrows at each other, opening their mouths, and wanting to say something sassy, but they were gradually gagged by their own blood and couldn't make a sound anymore.

The other bandits except for the three masters, Hu Biao, were all frightened, and drew their knives and slashed at Mo Yunqi.

The bandits rushed in, but Mo Yunqi only lowered his head, stood in place, and did not move.

It was only when those people got closer and entered four feet in front of him that Mo Yunqi would fall a rain of swords, splashing Dao blood on them.

The rain was falling fast.

In less than a dozen breaths, more than a dozen games were played.

On the ground, there were more than a dozen red mud piles.

In a mound of mud, there is a human head buried.

Without the slightest error.

Hu Biao coldly watched his men die tragically one by one, but he didn't do anything, just went to die.

Those who were reluctant to step forward were dragged upside down by him and thrown at Mo Yunqi.

There was a commotion in the village, and he shouted back to his men at this moment, and no one could hear it.

Hu Biao saw at a glance that the opponent's swordsmanship was exquisite, and he shot extremely fast, knowing that he couldn't face the edge of his soft sword.

So he used his life to fill it, so that Mo Yunqi exhausted his physical strength, and blunted the sharp soft sword.

used other people's rolling heads to exchange their odds of winning.

Seeing Mo Yunqi's arm trembling slightly, Hu Biao immediately drew his knife and rushed forward on horseback.

Mo Yunqi's heart was already dead and exhausted, and the soft sword in his hand was no longer sharp.

In the face of this knife, even if his sword rain rose again, he could no longer splash blood on Hu Biao's body.

can only barely scratch a few blood marks on the surface of its thick and hard body.

Mo Yunqi had already closed his eyes, leading his neck to be killed.

I only heard the roaring wind, and a powerful sweep caused the wind to hiss, and the waist slashed at him.

"In your eyes, you really don't have me......"

The voice sounded from behind Hu Biao, and he only felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw a broken axe poking out from his side.

The axe was worn in appearance, but it was struck by a terrifying force, and struck him in the arm.

After only two clicks, his hand left his arm and floated into the sky with the big knife in his hand.

The first "click" was the sound of the axe blade hitting the arm bone, and the sound of collision.

The second "click" is the sound of the blunt blade of the axe, which is no different from the back of the knife, forcibly breaking the arm bone.

His arm was broken, but not severed.

The bone spur protrusion at the upper arm is transverse, and the bone stubble is uneven.

His arm was smashed alive by the blunt axe!