The guards on the main road lined up and treated each other strictly.

"Why don't you let me go?"

The passers-by were puzzled, complaining, curious, and inquiring.

"Master Bing, but you're hunting for the murderer?"

But no matter what he asked, the response was a cold and gloomy countenance, and a shout "No traffic ahead."

He did not answer when he would be restored, and he was not even allowed to gather here to wait.

"Get out of here!" The officers and soldiers shouted and drew their swords.

Looking at the swords glittering in the daylight, passers-by did not dare to stay any longer.

"What a fierce officer." "Something must have happened." "Presumably to capture the most evil." "I haven't heard of any peace lately."

But since the officers and soldiers said that there was, then there must be, and the passers-by retreated one after another, and conveyed to each other the comers, and the road soon became inaccessible.

But there are also people who are not afraid of officers and soldiers, and do not care about bans.

It was a tall man, carrying a long baggage behind him, his hair was disheveled, his robe was covered with mud, and the horses under him were not strong, his coat was disheveled, he had no saddle, and he walked staggeringly and weakly, like a thin donkey.

This appearance belongs to passers-by who immediately ran away when they saw it, and even went to report to the official to shout that the bandits and horse bandits were coming.

But he looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him without the slightest fear, and did not hurriedly avoid them, but urged them forward.

"Stop!" The officers and soldiers in front saw it and shouted loudly, "Don't come closer."

The man didn't seem to understand, and asked aloud, "What? Who are you?"

The officers and soldiers led by him said coldly: "Officers and soldiers of Guning!"

The man came closer, and seemed surprised, "You are officers and soldiers?"

These words made the officers and soldiers angry: "Are you fucking blind and can't see our clothes? Don't you recognize the soldiers' robes and flags?"

The man let out a laugh: "I see, but no matter how you look at it, you don't look like officers and soldiers, like a bunch of rats in military robes."

These words made the officers and soldiers furious, and at the same time, their faces changed slightly.

This man...... Zhang Bushan looked at him from the back of the queue, the person who came was not good, and he was about to say something, when he heard the man shouting again.

"Let Grandpa Liuzi teach you what a real officer and soldier should look like today."

With this sound, the man urged the horse, and at the same time took off the back of his backpack and shook it off the ground.

The skinny donkey-like horse galloped sharply, as fast as lightning.

The burden was thrown away, and a long sword slashed across the ground, setting off a violent wind and waves, and the man on the horse rushed into the ranks of officers and soldiers.

Figures are swept into a whirlpool, weapons collide, horses neigh, and dust flies.

……

……

"My lord, there is a person and ..... in front of you." The guards who were crawling in the grass in the distance whispered, "Officers and soldiers, a fight has begun."

He paused on the words "officer and soldier", which showed that he was suspicious.

Liu Yan looked at the scuffle in front of him, and that one person, like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, trampled dozens of officers and soldiers.

"What shall we do?" The squire asked in a low voice again.

Where's the help?

Liu Yan stood up and glanced at the dozen or so attendants following behind him.

"Of course we are, walk over there." He said.

……

……

The long sword was thrown like an iron rod, and the officers and soldiers who surrounded it were overturned.

Zhang Bushan shouted, personally holding the weapon and rushing up, and the next moment the iron sword smashed over, sliding dangerously over his head.

"With a spear, with a spear." Zhang Bushan shouted.

The officers and soldiers who were running outside threw down their swords, grabbed their spears and shouted and pounced.

Liang Liuzi's long sword swung out a cold light in his hand, like a shield armor, and the gun was dense like rain and couldn't get close.

The fight was fierce but anxious, it was noisy, but there was more noise in the ears, and the two sides of the melee subconsciously looked and saw about ten people rushing from the main road.

They

They also have weapons in their hands, but they don't wear military robes, and they don't look like bandits and horse bandits, they wear ordinary clothes, and they are surrounded by one of the thin men who looks like scholars.

Who?

Friend or foe?

The two sides of the fight had thoughts flashing in their hearts, and before they could respond, the next moment they saw this group of people rushing over from the side with shouts, and the soldiers on the side who subconsciously wanted to ask were cut down by them.

But they didn't rush over and continue to fight, but ran straight forward, and didn't care whether Liang Liuzi lived or died.

Ay?

Zhang Bushan and Liang Liuzi, who were fighting, flashed scolding in their hearts.

Something, loot while it's hot!

What's the matter, take advantage of the chaos!

……

……

Meng Xichang rolled on the spot, and the swarthy sword light cracked up fiercely from below.

The shield might be able to block arrows from afar, but it could not stop his sword.

This knife can crack the shield armor and the people behind it.

But the shield in the man's hand opened on its own......

Suddenly unfolded like a river mussel, Meng Xi's long knife was suddenly clamped, and the sharp blade made the shield armor make a piercing sound, but half of the strength was removed.

The man's figure flew over, avoiding the blow.

What the hell is this!

Meng Xichang was shocked and angry, this person's kung fu is not very strong, but the weapon in his hand-

It's not a weapon at all, it's just a protective gear.

He has protective gear all over his body, as if he is wearing a set of armor, but it is different from the armor of officers and soldiers, and even a little simple, wood, iron, copper and bamboo are made of all materials, like the children in the village playing games and piecing them together.

But as long as you fight him, you know that this is not a toy.

Before Meng Xichang could get up, he saw the flying man landing, and the next moment he jumped towards him, and the soles of his feet were spikes shining with cold light.

Meng Xichang rolled on the spot, and the sound of the man's feet on the ground in his ears was pierced by him.

"You're doing a pretty good job with this hand."

In my ears was the man's gloomy voice.

"Since you like it so much, I'll make one for you."

"Before you do that, cut off your left hand."

With this voice, Meng Xichang saw that the man threw the shield armor in his hand, and the shield armor that was originally flat instantly unfolded like a lotus flower, layer upon layer, cold light, and flew towards his left arm.

Meng Xichang's heart was cold, and he raised his knife to meet it.

With a piercing sound, Meng Xichang let out a loud shout, looking at the severed tip of the knife.

In my ears was a man's smirk.

"What kind of broken metal still wants to block my weapon!"

It was a knife made from his fist, and the knife was cut off like a hand.

Although this was not his real hand, and there was no flesh and blood, Meng Xichang was in pain all over his body.

His hands!

His hands are gone!

And the other hand is about to be gone.

With a bang, an arrow seemed to fly from the sky, embedded in the swirling lotus, and with a piercing sound, the lotus seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and pieces fell.

Meng Xichang rolled over, but despite this, a piece of shield armor slashed across his arm, looking like a thin sheet of sawdust, instantly cutting his robe, leaving a blood mark on his skin.

Meng Xichang has never been afraid of death, but at this moment, looking at the shallow blood mark on his left arm, he only felt that his heart was beating like a drum.

His hands.

His hands.

Save.

An arrow made a seizure fail, and the man who was knocked out of the shield roared angrily as he looked at the arrows that fell from the ground.

He turned his head to look to the side, where four men were grappling a woman, who was able to repel the four by herself, and was distracted to interrupt his attack.

The four of them were also angry, and they all had blood stains on their faces, and it was obvious that even if they had protective gear to defend themselves in this battle, they were injured a lot.

They cried out, "She has our arrows!"

The woman came out of the inn with only one arrow in her hand, and at first she didn't notice it, thinking it was a short sword or some strange weapon, until she was constantly stabbed and shattered the armor, and they didn't see that it was an arrow.

Bamboo poles, iron heads, just one arrow.

Arrows can take people's lives with bows and crossbows, but I didn't expect that they can be like sharp blades in their hands.

"Lend my arrows, destroy my weapons." The man without the shield sneered, "Then now that there are no arrows from us, how can you break our weapons!"

He said and waved his hand.

The four of them slapped and pushed the shield armor in their hands, and the shield armor instantly unfolded layer by layer, turning into a lotus flower and flying towards the seven stars in all directions.

Meng Xi was shocked, that girl was unarmed, no matter how strong her kung fu was, she was flesh and blood, and he roared and flew up and rushed to this side.

Although his iron hand was broken, there was still an entire arm made of iron, and even if the arm was not enough, he still had his entire body, even if it was flesh and blood, he could block one or two.

With the attacking iron lotus, the seven stars also rotated like a lotus, although the corners of the skirt were instantly cut and flew like flowers, but the body narrowly avoided the edge in it.

At the same time, the horse's hooves galloped in the distance, and dust and smoke were billowing out, and one person saw this scene in it, regardless of the distance, and subconsciously threw the long sword in his hand forward.

"Here comes the sword—"