Richard's face was already gloomy as if it were dripping, and he reached out and took the fragment from his bosom and unfolded it casually. A dim yellow magical light erupted from the fragments of the Bayi Chinese Network, enveloping most of the wine, and everyone within the range of the magical light immediately slowed down by three points.

It's a fifth-level magic, and the crowd is sluggish. Since the main tone of the trip to the Blue Water Oasis is trading, Richard's reserve magic has also been replaced by a group attack instead of a group attack.

The effect is very good, not only the movements of the few big men who rushed in suddenly slowed down, but even the drinkers at the back tables who wanted to stand up showed strange postures one by one. Obviously, at least in this wine, except for Richard's people, no one has been able to resist the magic of the fifth level.

And for the machete above his head, Richard also turned a blind eye. He believed that Gangde, who had inspired the power of the earth and the explosion of power at the same time, would not be unable to deal with a mere machete. Sure enough, Gangde flew directly into a punch and smashed it in the face of the attacker first, and in a dense sound of bone cracking, the attacker flew over most of the wine and smashed over three or four tables before falling to the ground. I saw his limbs twitch, but I didn't see him stand up again.

Gonder casually picked up a wine bottle and slammed it on the's head. Although it is an ordinary wine bottle, the power in Gangde's hands is completely different. The shook for a moment, and then fell to the ground, and then Gonder stepped on his left hand, and the boots crushed hard, and from the soles of the boots came the sound of bones shattering. The's mournful cry immediately overwhelmed the sound of the wine again.

But now no one cared about the, and the elven poet drew his short sword, and had already pounced into the crowd, and with a strange and fierce sword technique, he easily took down the two big men, and took an iron rod, and then smashed it into the back of the head of the other big man with all his might. Although the lethality of this stick is actually far less than that of his short sword, whether it is a thud or a splash of blood, it is much more exciting and fiery than a short sword!

A stick knocked down the strong man, Oral was still not satisfied, the iron rod was waved like flying, and a stick was smashed on the body of the strong man who fell to the ground with his head covered with his face, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere the stick fell!

Just when he was crazy, a cold voice suddenly came from his ears: "Get out of the way!"

Oral shuddered, instantly woke up from his furious state, and quickly retreated. The girl's figure had already passed past where he had just stood, and several strong men around him seemed to have encountered a ninth-level magic time stop, and all their movements froze in place. Then, at least five or six heads flew into the air, blood splattering like rain!

During the whole process, almost no one could see when the girl was knifed. The figure of the splash was clear for a moment, and the guide of eternal sleep in his hand had already pointed to the drinker at the other table. After struggling with the sluggish magic for a while, the group finally all stood up, most of them had weapons in their hands, and those who didn't have weapons also had a wine bottle in their hands, obviously going into battle, but they didn't have time to charge yet.

The girl takes a step forward, and the heads of these people will fly into the sky.

"Splash, don't kill them. Richard's voice came from afar, stopping the girl who had already taken half a step.

Richard looked around at the wine, and by this time the other foot knight he had brought with him had already knocked out two of his opponents, and the attack was aimed at the joint, and the opponent was immediately incapacitated and destined to be disabled. And there were more than a dozen drinkers in the wine, most of them with fierce faces, and they were intending to join the battle, and two or three people were trying to slip away, apparently seeing that the battle situation was not good, and planned to report the news and go to find reinforcements.

Seeing this, Richard said in a cold voice: "Water splash, anyone who wants to run, cut off his right foot!"

Before Richard's last words fell, the girl had already come back from a circle against the wine wall, and the few who were about to flee had run two more steps before her right foot suddenly fell off her body. They were caught off guard and fell dizzy, followed by a sharp pain in their legs, which immediately caused them to scream like crazy. Before Richard could give the next order, the girl pounced on the enemies who had taken up arms.

For a while, the wine was broken again, the left hand with a weapon in his left hand was broken, and the right hand with a weapon in his right hand was severed, and the girl's eyes and knife skills were extremely sharp. Of course, the most unlucky thing was a big man who picked up a two-handed heavy axe.

In less than a breath, the girl had finished a qiē, flashed back into her original seat, and sat quietly. The Guides of Eternal Sleep don't know when they'll return to its scabbard, the blade of slaughter never stained with blood.

The girl's movements were so fast that Richard didn't have time to stop or change. Although most of the murderers who drank in this wine had the strength of seven or eight levels, they were even more vulnerable than lambs to the slaughter in the face of the girl with the 'dark breath'.

Richard shook his head, and suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand vigorously, and the wine glass that could hold a liter of spirits crossed the stage with a sharp wind sound, and smashed into the face of the bartender who wanted to sneak away, and shattered into countless pieces with a bang. The scarlet liquid was flying in all directions, and it was impossible to tell whether it was wine or blood.

Richard rolled over and jumped onto the stage, grabbed the bartender by the hair, and dragged him back. The resistance encountered when he started was so small that Richard was slightly surprised, the initiator of this bloody case turned out to be just an ordinary person.

The bartender screamed in an extremely sharp voice, and kept saying, "I'm the man of the two-headed dragon Stitch! If you dare to touch me, you will die! Master Stitch will arrest you all, chop you up and feed your dogs! Those two women can live a little longer, and there will be a hundred men going to ** you every day!"

"It's a lot of talking, no wonder it's just a bartender. Richard took the bartender and pressed him to the table, then took his left hand and pressed it against the table, allowing Gangde to come and hold him.

The bartender screamed even harder, and this time he seemed to sense that something was wrong, and struggled desperately, and kept saying, "Master Stitch has the strongest horse team! Otherwise, Master Stitch will kill your entire family!"

Richard sat down on the stage, and when he heard the bartender's words, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "If this Master Stitch can find my family, I will really thank him! Now, tell me everything you know about the Red Cossacks, and not a word will be missed, and not a word will be lied." ”

The battle in the wine has subsided, and the ground is full of corpses and ** wounded, and blood is flowing like a river. There weren't many people left standing in good condition, mostly hostesses, and a few who were smart enough and quick enough to react. They threw down their weapons in time, squatted on the ground, and did not run away, only to dodge the elusive knife of the splash.

Although Richard did not make any threats, the bartender's left hand, which was pressed against the stage and forced to spread, already revealed the answer. The bartender finally shuddered, and tried to make a final threat: "Master Stitch won't let your ...... go"

"You'd better worry about your fingers first. After Richard finished speaking, he snapped his fingers into the wine and shouted, "Oral!"