Nice self-proclaimed .....

The title of Xiaoliu is a bit unpleasant.

It's really not as domineering as the name of their boss town Sanshan.

It doesn't matter, though—

The bandits came back to their senses, and he said he was—

"Inkman?" Zhen Sanshan shouted, looking at the golden person in front of him, "Are you from Momen?"

At this time, the gaze had adjusted, and it could be clearly seen that this was a young man, beautiful and white-skinned, gorgeously dressed, and even the sword in his hand was shining.

Ink disciple this dress? This is obviously a gentleman singing on stage.

"If you want to pretend to be us, you should use dim sum." Gao Xiaoliu said, "Inquire more.....

He looked at the bandits with disgust, some of them had burned their torn clothes and straw sandals, while others were still wearing them, waiting for the next time.

"Where are we ink artists so ugly!"

"You're a shame!"

With the last word of the eye, Gao Xiaoliu flicked the long sword in his hand, and the nearest thief who stood there let out a miserable scream and knelt on the ground, covering his eyes.

"My eyes—"

Let's do it! The other bandits came back to their senses and shouted and raised their weapons to kill.

The long sword of this dumb boy was as dazzling as the clothes he was wearing, and in a flash of the sword, the man fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he lay down.

"Kill him, kill him—" Zhen Sanshan shouted, throwing the jewels out of his hand, "Whoever can kill him, all this money will be yours."

The bandits roared and pounced, brandishing their weapons at the young man.

Zhen Sanshan turned around and ran down the mountain.

The sword behind him was crisp, and Gao Xiaoliu's figure turned, seemingly light and weak, but the speed was extremely fast, and every time the sword light slashed, the thieves around him fell to the ground.

This time, not only did Zhen Sanshan run, but the bandits who rushed over also turned around and fled in all directions.

"Today, none of you can escape!" Gao Xiaoliu shouted.

With shouting, the toes hit the ground, the long sword forward, and the mountains and forests in the middle of the night fell like rain.

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......

Qixing looked up ahead, and there were mountains and forests in front of him.

The message given by Meng Xichang has a specific place name.

On the way, Shopkeeper Qiao heard that although the eucalyptus pieces looked in all directions, if you carefully outlined the location, you will find that they always surround the same place.

And just the day before yesterday, there was another robbery twenty miles away from here, and the robbers were quite unscrupulous, and the traces were not cleared, and the government also traced it to this side.

This should be the place.

Seven Stars jumped off her horse and patted it, and the horse unrestrained and neighed and ran away as she ran into the mountains and forests, disappearing into the night.

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The night did not silence the mountains and forests.

The sound of running in the mountains and forests, screams, and the sound of weapons colliding in the thick ink is endless.

But the screams became less and less.

Zhen Sanshan's ears echoed with his own snorting and heavy panting.

This is not a good thing, if people are killed, they are in danger.

Run faster, run faster—

"You thief can't run fast enough." A voice floated from behind, "It can be seen that there is very little training, and it is not as diligent as me, a gentle commoner, your life is really much better than ours."

The voice was faintly sighing, full of envy, very sincere, but at this time it only sounded weird and creepy.

It's time to catch up! So fast!

Zhen Sanshan's body stiffened, shouted, and slashed backwards with a knife.

With a bang, the swords collided, splashing fire.

The long sword that followed the sound was struck away, and the figure flew and landed on the rocks beside it.

Zhen Sanshan can be the boss and has real skills, but he is even more desperate, he can escape, and he will not come out until he is forced to do so.

Now it's time to fight hard.

A knife repelled and did not flee again, but a chain of knives, and the knife slashed towards Gao Xiaoliu.

Gao Xiaoliu tossed and turned.

"It's okay." He didn't stop talking, "This sword technique has been practiced, and you have worked hard, this is right, you can't not suffer at all, and it is too comfortable to be a bandit."

The blade of the three mountains of the town is sharp, a knife is like a crackling mountain, a knife is like a slashing sea, the night is like a wave of ups and downs, but the tall six bodies are like sword shadows, smart and tactful, fluttering lightly in the rolling wind and waves, like willow leaves gliding over the blade, sliding over the arms of the three mountains of the town.

The screams of Zhen Sanshan sounded in the night.

The sword shone with golden light, and blood flew in the golden light.

Zhen Sanshan rolled to the ground, although the arm was not cut off, but a large piece was cut off, and this arm was useless at this time.

"Good man, you spare me, I don't dare anymore." He screamed and pleaded, "I don't dare anymore, I admire Momen, and I will do whatever you ask me to do in the future."

Gao Xiaoliu shook his sword and sneered, "We don't want this kind of waste like you......

Before the words fell, his feet sank, accompanied by the sound of the mountain and rocks shattering, and at the same time, an iron net popped out, covering Gao Xiaoliu and pulling it down, and disappeared on the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving only an exclamation.

It turns out that there are traps here.

Zhen Sanshan's pleading turned into swearing and laughter: "..... Die, die, you inkmen."

He struggled to his feet and looked into the trap, where there was a faint flicker of cold light in the darkness.

It was the sharp tip of a knife placed inside the trap.

This is his mountain!

This is his home!

Even if he is not as good as others, outsiders can beat him, but they can't prevent plotting.

Except for the screams when you first fell into the trap, there was no sound in the trap at this time.

Zhen Sanshan didn't care whether this Gao Xiaoliu was dead or alive, and fell into this trap, even if he didn't die, he would have to shed his skin.

He's peeled off his skin now, and he must run for his life.

Zhen Sanshan got up, pressed his injured arm, stumbled and rolled down the mountain.

Silence seemed to have returned to the mountains and forests.

For the back mountain, it is even quieter, the shrubs beside the layers of rocks swayed gently, and two people slowly climbed out.

"There's no movement." One whispered.

"I don't know if the boss is dead, or if the ink disciple is dead." Another whispered.

Whoever dies is over, and they survive the catastrophe.

The two leaned against the rocks and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That ink disciple is really fierce, he looks like he wants to kill us all." One person has more than one season to say.

The other snorted, his voice a little proud: "How can it be so easy, this is our territory, we can't beat it, can't we hide from it?"

Yes, yes, the two of them hid in time, and the ink disciple stepped on their heads without noticing.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain and avoid it while we escape." One whispered.

When they get out of the limelight, they can still start anew.

The two of them hurriedly walked forward cautiously, just took two steps, the flat ground in front of them whirlwind, the branches and leaves swayed, the two of them suddenly shuddered, what.....

The wind stopped, and a figure stood on the rock.

Is it a bandit who is also hiding?

"Who?" One of them trembled and asked, "I am ......"

Before he could say his name, he heard a low sound, and a sword light struck, and the rest of the words broke in his mouth, and the person fell to his knees and remained motionless.

The person next to him screamed, turned around and ran, of course it was in vain, but just turned around, the sword light pierced his body, and he fell to the ground and lost his breath.

Qixing walked over, stretched out his hand to pick up the two of them, looked around, she listened slightly, her nose moved slightly, and after a while, she looked in one direction.

Two short, stocky bandits were carried by her from side to side, like two bundles of light and fluttering withered grass, and she stepped on them

Mountains and forests, such as treading water without traces, silent.

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The silence in the trap did not last long, and suddenly someone took a breath, and with a bang, the iron net flew up from below, and the person also came out.

But when he landed, he staggered and fell to one knee.

As soon as he knelt down and stood up hurriedly, Gao Xiaoliu looked left and right, and exhaled with a little luck: "It's good that no one is there."

This embarrassment will not be seen.

He raised his hand and pressed it against his body, hissing in pain.

Fortunately, he has tempered his skin and flesh since he was a child, and he was caught off guard by falling into the traps full of knife tips and saving his life.

It's a shame to be dead, and I almost fell into the hands of a little thief.

Gao Xiaoliu scolded fiercely, grabbed the long sword and sniffed the bloody gas in the air, chasing after him like a meteor.

Zhen Sanshan ran out of breath, he always felt that this mountain was too small and it was not easy to hide, but now he only hated that this mountain was too big, too big to escape in three steps and two steps.

Finally, the foot of the mountain is in front of you.

But before Zhen Sanshan could rejoice, there was a familiar sound of wind behind him.

"Zhensanshan ....." The voice was even more distant, more like floating out of hell, "You have made me so miserable......

Zhen Sanshan didn't step on it and rolled down.

What the hell is this?

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