No matter how beautiful the rhetoric is, it is not as appealing as silver.

Silver is the highest belief of mountain bandits.

Inspired by their faith, they forgot their fears, their eyes glowing green, and they pounced on them like wolves.

The county soldiers did not panic.

The bird's hand holds the bird's gun, and the mouth of the gun is aimed at the enemy who is about to attack.

Fang Shiqing's face was cold, she was about to order the bird gunner to shoot, when suddenly there was a loud "bang", and then a door panel roared towards her. Hong Rengan saw that there was an opportunity, and immediately flew over the mountain bandits, like a predatory nighthawk swooping.

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

He and Mao Eighteen thought of a piece of it silently.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, when Fang Shiqing found out about the abnormality, it was too late to dodge, she couldn't take care of it, and the door was wide open.

Hong Rengan was overjoyed, and the knife in his hand slashed in the air......

Die, stinky!

Seeing that he was about to split the other party in half, suddenly a faint golden light was provoked from the bottom to the top, and the door panel that ran like lightning was instantly fixed, and then provoked, and then it spun for a while, and then quickly returned the same way, straight to Mao Eighteen.

Hong Rengan's eyes widened in mid-air, why is this okay?

What about acrobatics?

He hurriedly made a thousand pounds fall, accelerating the sinking speed, trying to cut down the enemy chief before the golden light rushed at him.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the shadow of the target in his pupils grew bigger and bigger......

However, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind, and he sees an eerie smile in the corner of his eyes. His heart sank, and he felt inexplicable fear, and then he saw a light.

The light is red, but not glamorous.

"Bang"

It was a familiar sound, but he wished it hadn't sounded again.

He would rather stand behind his brothers and shout than fly in front of them and cut people.

The gun shoots the first bird.

Why don't you believe it?

In 0.0001 seconds, his mind turned a thousand times, but unfortunately it was too late. A blazing wind blew in his face, and he instinctively closed his eyes, and at the moment he closed his eyes, the hot wind swept the hot sandstone-like thing into a red-hot knife, instantly cutting off half of his skull.

He could still feel the heat clearly before half of his skull flew up, and he could hear the clatter of its roasting meat.

Then, like a big bird that died suddenly, he fell from the sky in a daze and landed in front of the mountain bandits.

The mountain bandits were running wildly with their knives, and they thought it was pie in the sky. Then I looked down and saw that the pie was gone, but there was one boss who was missing half of his brain.

Yes......

Chirping......

The screams were followed by a burst of braking.

They looked at the boss whose flesh and blood were blurred on half of his skull, and his body was still convulsing, and they forgot for a moment that they were going to earn money for nothing.

Fang Shiqing's jade palm went down and ruthlessly everything.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Red light and muffled sound again. But it was denser than just now, a series of flashes and muffled sounds came and went, the iron sand whistled away in the sky, and the mountain bandits who had been silent just now suddenly cried wolf, and batch after batch of people fell in pools of blood.

The quick reaction turned around and fled, and the crossbow arrows flew like a storm, easily taking away their lives.

Mao Shibai originally wanted to go out with the door panel, but the door panel turned to him halfway, and he quickly stabilized his body in shock, swinging his knife and slashing.

"Wow"

He split the door panels into pieces, and sawdust splattered everywhere. Without allowing him to breathe, a figure flew towards him, and he hurriedly threw out his machete.

The machete is as fast as a meteor, and the blade tears through the air.

The violent sound is fierce.

Ximen Feixue snorted coldly, his body turned over like a spirit monkey in mid-air, the golden sword was raised to the side, and the machete instantly deviated from the track. Seeing that the move failed, Mao Eighteen hurriedly flicked his wrist and withdrew the machete in his hand.

Instead of throwing the knife again, he held it in both hands and stared fiercely at his opponent.

When he saw the golden sword in Ximen Feixue's hand, his face suddenly changed, "You...... Is it someone from the Golden Sword Gate? ”

"Guess what."

Ximen Feixue's fingers lightly brushed the blade of the sword, and then blew a few more breaths.

Guess your sister!

Is the Golden Sword Gate great? Lao Tzu is right!

Mao Eighteen was originally the master who initiated the ruthlessness and even scared himself, anyway, the general trend has gone, and tonight is already a life-and-death situation, so he simply let go.

Bo Yibo, bicycle into motorcycle!

He slashed with his sword.

He was trapped and fighting, using a fighting style of fighting for his life. But seeing that his sword skills were sharp, he only attacked but could not defend, and for a while, Ximen Feixue was forced to retreat by him.

Simon Feixue was suddenly devastated.

Before going down the mountain, the senior brother analyzed the situation of the martial arts in the world with him, and thought that there were no less than fifty people in the martial arts who could beat him Ximen Feixue today.

But Mao Eighteen is definitely not on the list!

What the hell is not scientific!

Could it be that in order to coax himself to go down the mountain to work, the senior brother made up a set of lies at random to trap himself?

His mood suddenly became less beautiful.

I've heard of the pit dad and the pit grandpa, but I've never heard of the pit junior brother!

"Cut, I was beaten by a bad old man and retreated, and I was a professional bodyguard!"

I don't know when, Guan Yu has already led several county soldiers to watch the battle.

Then, he made a judgment.

Ximen Feixue's blood pressure suddenly soared!

Don't you see that this bad old man is crazy? If Lao Tzu can stab him with a sword, he will dare to slash Lao Tzu, who is not afraid of the way of fighting with life for life? People are bad, and the old man has lived enough.

But Lao Tzu is just the same age as flowers, why should Lao Tzu fight with him?

"Hoo ......"

Mao 18 slashed with a knife, and Ximen Feixue was so angry by Guan Yu that he was angry, his reaction was relatively slow, and his evasion action was slightly jerky, and as a result, several strands of hair on his head were cut off.

The blade slashed down against his ear, and he could clearly feel the cold of the metal to the bone.

The coldness made him calm down instantly, and his reaction speed soared, and he hurriedly stepped on the wonderful footwork, and finally dodged Mao Eighteen's knife.

If he slows down by half a second, half of his shoulder will be shaved off.

It's dangerous!

Ximen Feixue was shocked into a cold sweat, and he no longer dared to be careless, concentrating on the enemy, but the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, Guan Yu, a cheap man, shouted again.

"Hey, what the hell are you going to do?"

Simon Flying Snow almost ran away!

The boss said that a man can't say no!

Guan Yu, how much silver did you take from Mao Eighteen to help him disturb Lao Tzu's mind?

If it weren't for the fact that he really couldn't get out, Ximen Feixue really wanted to come out and go outside, he would have to settle down first, stab Guan Yu first, and then fight with Mao Eighteen for 300 rounds. Mao Eighteen people are old and fine, and they seize the fighter plane and press forward step by step, and Ximen Feixue is becoming more and more embarrassed.

"Get out!"

At the critical moment, Fang Shiqing appeared in time, kicked Guan Yu away, and then saw the right time to shoot two crossbow arrows in a row.

Xiuxiu......

Finally, it was Mao Eighteen's turn to be in a bad mood.

He swung his knife and slashed the crossbow arrows, glaring at Fang Shiqing fiercely.

If you can't beat it, you can play yin!?

Young man, can you still talk about martial arts?