"The wind is tight, shoulder to shoulder, all pick the scoop!" Yuan Hai waved the mountain splitting knife, and his voice was all roaring.

Behind him, many old bandits also became fierce.

After the tiled roof.

Chen Jing's face was calm. The blind one-eyed thief chief was spitting black words, to the effect that he had kicked the iron plate, and the brothers should not show mercy and cut off people's heads to vent their anger.

Turning his head, Chen Jing looked at the pond behind him. The reason why it is called Tang Village is that there is a large pond that has not dried up for a hundred years at the edge of the village.

Next to the reservoir, there is another long road. In fact, on this long road, Chen Jingzao left the arrangement.

"Owner, what should I do?"

"The old bandit is already in a hurry." Chen Jing sneered. He is not worried about a few mountains, the village road is not too wide, and the three martial arts masters, as long as they do not rush into the enemy group, there will basically be no major incident. And under such a fight, it almost became a white-knuckle battle, and it was not realistic to use bows and arrows to shoot from a distance.

"Xiao Jiu, go down with me." Chen Jing stared at his voice.

"Owner, how does this work?"

"I have a way to hold that wooden jar lid."

"Boss, do you want to smash people with it?"

Chen Jing burst into a chestnut and slashed down, "Lao Tzu asked you to hold it and block the old bandit's flying arrows." ”

Below, the old bandit with a bow, and more than a dozen people, there was no shield in the village, so Chen Jingcai deliberately left a cylinder head.

"Let's go."

Xing Xiaojiu carried the cylinder head on his back and flipped it down with a light skill. Chen Jing scolded his mother, grabbed the knotted hemp rope, and climbed for a while before jumping to the ground.

At this time, the old bandits were already about to surround them. Among them, several old bandits with bows frantically set up iron bows after seeing Chen Jing.

"Little Jiu!"

Xing Xiaojiu leaned against the wooden cylinder lid and quickly blocked in front of Chen Jing.

Wow.

Two or three rattling arrows were nailed to the wooden surface of the cylinder head.

"Xiao Jiu, scold his mother!"

"The dog eggman who came out of the donkey grass, the thief who was beaten by the plague, made a yellow child, and the radish was soft and the seedlings were soft!"

Chen Jing was stunned.

In just an instant, dozens of old bandits roared angrily, and they all looked at Xing Xiaojiu. Especially the thief chief Yuan Hai, who was blind, was even more angry and his face turned red, pointed in the direction of Chen Jing, and roared to rush over.

"Take the leading scoop!"

"Run, Xiao Jiu!"

Xing Xiaojiu leaned against the wooden cylinder lid and followed Chen Jing, constantly retreating towards the long road in the direction of the pond.

Behind them, the angry old bandits pressed forward step by step. After a while, the cylinder head carried by Xing Xiaojiu was full of arrows.

"Boss, this thing is going to crack!"

"Whistle, run to the left, jump into the pond." Chen Jing was extremely calm. Fortunately, the weapons of the old bandits are very worn, and they are not in the military form, if they are replaced by military personnel, I am afraid that the two of them will be shot into a sieve.

When Xiao Jiu hit the whistle, Chen Jing didn't think about it, and immediately jumped into the pond on the left.

"Boss, I'm a landlubber—"

"Ahh

Just waiting for an arrow to be nailed into Xing Xiaojiu's buttocks, this Xiazhou martial artist couldn't care anymore, followed behind Chen Jing, poofed, and jumped down.

"Brothers, stabbed the old bandit!" Hu Dong carried a long knife, took advantage of the situation to jump, and kept shouting angrily.

In the previous time, Xing Xiaojiu whistled, and the villagers who were originally ambushed on the roof of the tile jumped down one after another, grabbed the newly fired wooden pole and iron gun, and under the leadership of Hu Dong and Hu Xi, they went to the old bandit group next to the pond, like crazy, chasing after them and constantly poking and poking.

Yuan Hai held his head high, extremely aggrieved. Those originally weak villagers had weapons in their hands, although they were very tattered, but they really dared to play with them.

"I'm the old bandit mountain and the fifth master of Ma Dafeng, all of them are for Lao Tzu to get out, otherwise, I will escape, and when I come back, I will slaughter the entire village——"

"Don't be grinning, I'll your mother!" Zhang Tiancai was red-eyed, held the wooden pole spear with both hands, ran a few more steps, and stabbed the old bandit who spoke.

stabbed to the root of his leg, the old bandit staggered in pain, and the whole person fell into the pond.

An old bandit took the opportunity to run over and slashed at Zhang Tiancai's back. Hu Dong hurriedly jumped out, forced the old bandit back, and dragged Zhang Tiancai, who was covered in blood, back. If it weren't for the thin wooden armor, Xiao Zhang, who was afraid of writing poetry, would have to explain on the spot.

"Don't get too close, stab with a spear!" Hussi was on the side, and he hadn't finished his sentence. Yu Shan had already arrived, and with a huge wooden stick, like a killing god, he smashed several old bandits who were blocking the way to the point that his head was bleeding.

Yuan Hai was furious, pushed a few people away, jumped up and stabbed forward, and wanted to chop Yu Shan to death.

Unexpectedly, the chopper was blocked by Yu Shan with a wooden stick. Bell, the two collided, and Yuan Hai only felt that the tiger's mouth was about to crack.

"One hundred strings of ......" Yu Shan raised his head, his face ecstatic.

"What do you mean—"

Boom.

Yu Shan abandoned the wooden stick, took two knives next to him expressionlessly, grabbed Yuan Hai, and the two of them turned into the pond together.

"Kill!" More than 30 villagers were young and strong, and when they saw the majestic appearance of Yu Shan, they shouted one after another.

Not long after, under the ruthlessness of the villagers, there were more and more old bandits who were stabbed to death.

"The wind is howling!" Du Zong, the third master who broke one side of his face, was so shocked that he shouted urgently.

The rest of the old bandits, hearing this, did not dare to consume any more, and subconsciously followed the long road by the pond, spread their legs and ran wildly, trying to escape from the village.

Bringing Xing Xiaojiu, who was hit by an arrow in his buttocks, to the shore, Chen Jing looked at the scene in the distance, and the whole person laughed.

As early as before, he asked Xing Xiaojiu to block other paths, leaving only this pond side, which means that there is an ambush in front of him.

"Hu Dong, lead someone to beat the water dogs!"

"Brother Chen, don't worry!"

……

Tang Village, an old tree at the entrance of the village.

Yuan Siqiao stood with his sword in his hand, and the whole person seemed to have no weight, stepping on a branch that swayed lightly in the wind.

He watched quietly.

At the end of the long road in the reservoir, dozens of old bandits, or falling, or being driven away, or overturned with injuries, were trapped in a large pit in the extremely muddy.

And those villagers kept killing the old bandits with wooden bows and spears on the edge of the mud pit.

Yuan Siqiao smiled. It seems that it is in vain to worry.

Turning his gaze, Yuan Siqiao looked at the bank of the pond, the little scholar who was still cross-legging, commanding.

He looked at it for a long time before he spit out the word in relief.

"Great talent."

There are forest birds passing by, Yuan Siqiao's white clothes swept lightly, flew with the forest birds, and disappeared in the sunshine and spring.