In the darkness, the headless body spurted blood upwards in a "squeak...".

The crimson blood, glowing in the moonlight, glows with a bewitching color of light and shadow, intimidating the soul.

Ling Hupo is already a ruthless man now, killing people like hemp, he is not slow, and his backhand is another knife, slashing at the face of another person on the right.

"Porphyry..."

The knife sliced the man's face from the middle to the neck, shattering the hard bones.

"Ahh

A scream before dying sounded in the courtyard, reaching straight into the sky, and it was terrifying.

killed four people in a row, so that Hupo was not greedy.

He didn't care about what was going on in the courtyard, so he shrank back into the house and slammed the door shut.

He was very sober in his heart, and only when people were in the house could he save himself and stall for time.

As soon as he stood firm against the wall, he could vaguely hear the angry and low cursing in the fight in the courtyard.

Judging from the killer's martial arts, body shape and accent, he looks like a local bandit.

Who is the mother, who is with whom, and why is there a fight in the courtyard where they stay?

At this moment, the sound of bowstrings vibrating outside the door.

Linghu Po had just closed the door, and the bow and arrow shot aggressively, more than a dozen arrows pierced the door panel, and the arrows were hideously exposed.

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, a brave guy slammed the door and rushed in.

Such people generally die quickly.

Linghu Po, who was sticking to the door, inserted a knife into his ribs with a swing, and stirred it twice.

The killer screamed miserably, and was about to fight back on the verge of death, but was kicked away by Linghu Po.

The guy rolled on the ground a few times, leaving a lot of blood in his wake, and all that was left was convulsions.

"Others break the door, open the window, hurry..."

This is the standard Jindi accent.

The sneak attack thus turned into a strong attack.

At this moment, the figure at the door shook again and again, as if someone had attacked the door and repelled the killer who wanted to crash into the door.

Obediently, someone came to guard the door for him?

Ling Hupo didn't think much about it, so he gave up guarding the door and immediately moved to the window.

Now he can only believe that it is the door of the Flying Immortals who came to help him guard it.

The window shattered, and a man slammed in.

However, before he could land, Ling Hupo grabbed his legs and threw him against the wall in the air.

"Click..."

This guy's head bloomed like a rotten watermelon, and his brain was splattered all over the house.

At this time, another person climbed through the window, and the knife flashed.

Ling Hupo immediately felt a chill in his back, and the pain came immediately.

But this knife is fast enough and not ruthless enough.

The killer climbed in, and the blade scraped Ling Hupo's back, instead of taking the initiative to slash hard.

A ruthless person like Ling Hupo, once injured, reacts completely differently from ordinary people.

He didn't care about the wounds at all, and it was important to destroy the enemy first.

Almost at the same time as the knife, Ling Hupo reflexively slashed over.

The man was in the air, and before he could land, he was slashed between his waist and ribs.

"Porphyry..."

This knife almost slashed the killer out, not only cutting off his ribs, but even disemboweling his stomach from the side.

Without looking at his own results, Ling Hupo took a step forward, held down the window bar, and jumped out of the window.

Ignoring the pain in his back, he rolled on the ground and bounced up like a leopard.

The battle outside seems to have just ended.

In the moonlight, five masked men stood, holding long knives dripping with blood.

The corpses of more than a dozen killers lay in the courtyard.

"Who are you? Why help me? ”

Of course, Ling Hupo was not so reckless that he couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe, he asked in a low voice.

"Don't be nervous, Childe, it's your own person!" A masked man in the middle spoke.

He said it was his own people?

This made Hupo even more confused.

He is an official soldier, except for the Yingzi girl in Eagle's Beak Mountain, he has no friends in the rivers and lakes.

Obviously, the other party is definitely not Yingzi and Tiger Ye, or other people from Eagle Beak Mountain, otherwise, his name would have been called a long time ago, how could he be called a son?

He was about to ask again, but was interrupted by the other party.

"Don't ask again, just listen to me, these killers are people from Dongling Mountain and Shifeng, they have all been killed by us, and the officers and soldiers are estimated to be there soon, it is inconvenient for us to be here, please take care!"

"Hey, a few heroes, please leave your name and report it in the future!"

As soon as Ling Hupo spoke, he saw the masked man who was the leader clenched his fists, took four vigilant companions, jumped lightly, and climbed out of the wall one after another.

A puff of smoke disappeared into the night.

The killer is from the stone wind of Dongling Mountain?

He has never dealt with Dongling Mountain Shifeng, let alone offended him?

And who are these masked knights?

How did they know that this file assassinated Yuan Wei, and came to the rescue, and called him Childe?

The mystery was like a mess, stirring up Hupo's head.

"Quick, there's murder here..."

"Ouch, killed a lot of people..."

“？？？”

A frightened shout rang out all around the courtyard, and more than a dozen torches lit up the night, and the scene was chaotic.

The post station finally began to stir, and the residents came up one after another.

The patrol of officers and soldiers on the post road was finally late.

Xu Shichang, who woke up from his sleep, also rushed into the courtyard with a knife on his head.

Seeing the corpses everywhere in the small courtyard, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, like a hell on earth.

There was only one man, standing there tall and stunned, like a bloody slaughter.

I saw that he was barefoot and upper, wearing only a pair of pants all over his body, and his whole body was drenched in blood.

Of course, this Blood Floating Slaughter can only be Linghu Po himself.

"Big brother! You... Are you alright, I'm late, damn it..."

Xu Shichang snorted and knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

On the one hand, he was deeply ashamed of his dereliction of duty, and on the other hand, he was frightened by the scene.

Where has he seen such a terrifying battle, even if it is on the sea of clouds and mountains, it can only be a small thing.

Not only Xu Shichang, but everyone in the post station, including those who lived in the station, were all trembling with fear.

The strong smell of blood in the air made many people turn around and vomit.

Ling Hupo didn't say a word, stepped into the house with his legs out, and moved away from the body to find something.

After a while, he picked up a sackcloth towel from under the corpse, put it on his shoulder, carried the wooden bucket in the corner, and walked to the well of the inn.

It seems that he is ready to fetch water to wash off the blood stains on his body.

The people around got out of the way, so as not to provoke this evil god and suddenly bring you a guy.

The patrol team that was late was also dumbfounded with horror at the moment.

Didn't it say that the inn entered the thieves?

How come dozens of thieves are dead, and the commander of the border army is still alive.

That is, there is a superficial knife wound on the back, which seems to be deliberately left as a souvenir.

Entering the mother, this person is too powerful, it's just a killing god.

But in the Northern Frontier Army, I have never heard of such a ruthless person!