Wood axes are generally not sharp, and blunt blade notches are the norm.

Such an axe really hurt Hu Biao.

The tower-like body fell to the ground.

He twitched uncontrollably on the ground, howling wildly.

is used to licking blood from the knife edge, even if an arm is cut off, Hu Biao will not collapse to the ground in pain like this, and let others slaughter him.

But being smashed and being cut off are two different things.

Even a man who is beaten with iron cannot suppress this pain when his bones are broken.

didn't faint at this moment, he was already considered to be determined and ruthless.

Wang Lin walked past him without even looking at him.

walked up to Mo Yunqi and asked in a low voice:

"Are you feeling better now?"

Mo Yunqi's eyes were dark, and he only shook his head.

Wang Lin couldn't say anything else, so he could only let himself calm and calm.

Turning around and lifting Hu Biao on the ground, he rushed to the village.

Seeing Hu Biao yelling in his hands, so annoying, Wang Lin frowned and said:

"Don't howl, don't worry, it won't hurt soon."

............

The village was already in chaos, and no one expected that this bandit would come so quickly, and he didn't even leave them time to pack up and flee for his life.

The army guards are always vigilant when it comes to life-saving matters.

As soon as the sound of horses' hooves came from the official road, he knew that something bad was coming.

Before the two deaf knights could react, he had already stormed the door and began to flee for his life.

He took the little official and the two chivalrous masters, and while running to the back village, he called out to the villagers that the horse bandits were coming.

He also had only one horse, but he couldn't ride away on his own at this time.

If he fled, and before the bandits came to take it, his servants would riot and rob.

When it came to escaping, no one was slow to move, and all the men, women, and children in the village ran out of their homes before the horse bandits attacked the village.

But with so many villagers, where can they outrun the war horses under the bandits?

The bandits are running day and night, and they have long held back all the way.

Now that he is brought by the three masters to loot grain and grass, he will never let go of any fun.

If you like to scavenge, you will smash it one by one and scrape the ground.

Those who like to be violent, or who wait to play and abuse others, refuse to get off the horse.

Whizzing past the scattered villagers, regardless of whether they would directly kill people, they just raised their horsewhips and swung them high at the villagers.

Under the deliberate obstruction and guidance, the villagers were all expelled together and huddled into a large circle like a sheep.

The army guards the waist with a sword, wears an official uniform, and is very conspicuous in the crowd.

Between pushing and shoving, he was naturally pushed to the front by the people in the village, intentionally or unintentionally, facing the fierce and vicious bandits.

Those little officials with knives were also pushed to the forefront.

Only the chivalrous couple stood calmly outside the crowd.

The woman hugs the man around her waist, and the man stands upright, holding his sword in his chest.

The men had arrived, and the bandits began to shout to each other and grab their prey.

"That girl with a sword is mine, hahahaha, don't rob me of anyone!"

"Be careful, don't trample the official to death, I'm still waiting for a knife to cut off his official skin."

"Hey, hey, hey, that girl is for you, the white-faced little student next to me has to be left to me, just make a pair, let this pair of sweethearts face each other, and see how we enjoy each other, babble~hehehe~"

This gang of vicious thieves is like picking vegetables, you say a word to me, and between shouting and drinking, you will scrape the villagers of Bailai clean.

But the chivalrous couple on the side, how could they have ever been subjected to such foul language?

The two of them were immediately furious, and they didn't care about any posture and demeanor.

At that moment, he spread his arms and no longer hugged each other.

After separating their bodies, they pulled out their sharp swords, used light exercises, covered each other's figures, and slashed towards each other.

Seeing this, the horse bandits burst out laughing, not only not shocked, but more and more excited.

This kind of swordsman, they can see a lot.

Relying on one or two swordsmanship, a little light skill, he felt that it was difficult to meet an opponent, and he scratched his head and posed in front of people all day long, fiddling coquettishly.

is a peerless master who has stood up to the sky, and at most he can only kill more than 20 of their brothers.

After fighting until the blood is empty, and the sword is curled, no matter what master has to wait obediently for death, he will be killed.

They deliberately didn't harass these two swordsmen before, letting them be independent of the circle, just for fear of scaring each other away.

The three masters are urging tightly, and they don't have time to spend horsepower to rush and hunt down these two good playthings.

Seeing that the plaything was provoked by their words, he stupidly sent himself to the door, and all the bandits were happy.

They had faintly formed a battle formation, waiting for the time when these two prey did not escape and counterattacked.

The pair of chivalrous couples raised their swords and slashed at the horse bandits, who also grabbed their swords and rode their horses, rushing towards the two of them in batches.

As the horses charged, there was a loud noise, and the horse bandits began to scream.

They are not an elite army, and there is a huge gap in the rotation, and they only need to communicate with each other in this strange way, and coordinate the horses, so as to ensure the smooth flow of each charge.

Each group of bandits who charged out was only five or six people.

But they used the horse's momentum to transmit information with strange screams, and the cooperation was extremely tacit, and with a single stroke of the knife, the two of them were sealed.

The male and female swordsmen struggled to hold up the sword fence and block the sabers that poured in from all directions.

On a sword, it must withstand at least two or three slashes in order to protect the two of them.

Originally, he wanted to kill in front of the horse, behead it with a sword, and with the light skills of the two of them, he broke the horse bandits.

Unexpectedly, the bandits relied on their horsepower and ran away without a single blow, and they couldn't find a chance to kill them back.

The horses rushed like a stream, and the swords surged like water, and when they blocked the attack of the previous group, the next group of knives immediately chopped down.

The two of them complained bitterly, and they couldn't show their swordsmanship, so they could only stay in place, and their hearts were extremely aggrieved.

Under such alternating attacks, after only two or three rounds of kung fu, the two of them were desperate and couldn't hold on.

Seeing that he was about to be hacked to death by a knife in the next round, he was killed.

The screams of the surrounding monsters are getting louder and louder, as if this group of bandits who came to torture and kill the villagers, everyone is cheering, waiting to share and enjoy these two rare young heroes and heroines on weekdays.

The villagers were angry and frightened, but no one dared to come forward to rescue them.

The military guard trembled, seeing that his two life-saving straws were about to sink into the sea, but he didn't dare to come out.

"Give me your knife and let me go!"

The villagers were shocked, but they couldn't think of any bold and ruthless corner in the village on weekdays, so they hurriedly looked back at the sound source.

I saw the strong hunter in the village, burly, standing there majestically, as if he was still protecting the thin bread seller, looking ahead.

Everyone was overjoyed, the strong man who hunted, but a famous strong man in the village, could eat six or seven large bowls of lard noodles in one meal.

But when the strong man saw the eyes of everyone, he hurriedly shrank his head, squatted down with a pale face, and trembled, for fear that because he was tall, he would fall into the eyes of the horse bandits opposite.

Even the most powerful strong man was so afraid, who was the one who had just spoken out? Who else in the village has such guts?

"It's me, bring it!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the bread seller who couldn't even make cakes, and walked out of the crowd alone.

He couldn't help but say, he directly took the saber from the waist of the guard, and ran to save people.

In the past, the bread seller was timid and afraid, thin and weak, but this time he just saw that the village was smashed, and he must have no way to live, so he simply surged with his blood and blood to see what it was like to be a man before he died.

Cut the horse bandits, and go to the underworld to report.

He felt that he could at least be a good ghost down there, so as not to become a wreck in the underworld and be ridiculed by others.

Although his ideas are good, he only dares to gossip behind his back, where does he have any real courage?

He had only walked a few dozen steps before he was startled by the horse's hooves and strange screams in front of him, his hands and feet weakened, he lost the official knife in his hand, and sat down on the ground.

Amid the louder and louder screams, there were a few sneers.

When even a ride was filmed, he came to clean up this strange soft egg.

This horse bandit had long been disturbed by the strange screams of his accomplices, and his ears were not at peace, and when he saw someone coming out to give him fun, he raised his hand to give him a knife, and vented the irritability in his heart.

The horse bandit smirked, and when he saw that he was about to cut off a human head and spray a rain of blood to bring fire down on himself, he suddenly shouted behind him:

"Ahhh Live... Yes... Stop it! Stop, ahh!!!hhh ”

"Stepping on a horse, which one wants to rob Lao Tzu of his fun?"

The horse bandit was furious, turned around angrily, wanted to turn back to find the slut, and beat him for a moment, but suddenly found that there was a man lying behind him.

Everywhere were their mighty brothers, rolling all over the ground, wailing and screaming.

I don't know how much torture he suffered, one by one's voices have long been distorted and distorted, if he hadn't looked back, he wouldn't have noticed anything unusual, just a strange scream around him.

And the one who just let him stop was actually their three masters, Hu Biao!

The horse bandits were in a cold sweat, and the three masters actually lost an arm, prostrate at the feet of a Taoist, twisting and turning like maggots, as if their bodies were itching and irrepressible, crying bitterly and kowtowing their heads, kneeling to beg for mercy.

I saw that the Taoist man seemed to not see the three masters, and unhurriedly took the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking and flushing, he sighed and said softly to the three masters.

Somehow, it was clear that there was a lot of noise around him, and there was wailing and screaming everywhere, but he still heard it clearly.

He heard the man whisper:

"Look, it doesn't hurt, does it?"