"The owner of the village !?"

'Splitting Tiger' Zhou frantically broke through the door and came in, and when he saw a soft corpse, he couldn't help but tear his eyes.

His two brothers, more than ten years ago, almost starved to death with his mother, but it was the unknown Lu Tiantian who saved the two of them at that time, and also taught martial arts, and gave money to support his old mother and let her live for the rest of her life.

After the death of the old lady, Lu Jingtian was the same person as their old father.

I didn't want to see his cold corpse today.

On the big hole in the roof, countless tiles flew, and a cyan figure flashed away.

"Shoot for Lao Tzu!"

Zhou roared.

Woohoo!

The sound of the military crossbow bowstring exploding came and went, and the brittle roof was shot through directly, with many holes the size of chopsticks, and many tiles were directly shot.

However, there was not a drop of blood in it.

Ignoring his younger brother's obstruction, Zhou Mad broke through the tiles in one step, stood on the roof, and saw a cyan figure in the barracks in the distance flash away, completely gone.

"Chase!"

Zhou Mad's face was distorted, and he led his subordinates to chase after the barracks.

Hearing the sound of drums and gongs, the other four tigers also arrived slowly, and they all rushed to the crown in anger, and each led his men to pounce on the four corners of the barracks.

"The owner of the village!"

"thief!"

There were many villagers who couldn't help but reddened their eyes and gritted their teeth when they saw the stiff corpses on the road.

Lu Jingtian is not a good person.

He killed people and intercepted goods at every turn, and groups of children were taken captive by him to the mountains, and no one ever went out again, and their parents and relatives did not know how many tears they shed, and it is not an exaggeration for such people to cut them with a thousand knives.

But he treats the people below him very well, giving food and clothing, rewarding them richly, and those with excellent qualifications can also practice martial arts.

Jiang Ding walked with his sword and shuttled around the barracks, aiming directly at the warehouse.

"What people!"

There were more than ten people patrolling and guarding the warehouse, and when they saw him suddenly, they shouted vigilantly, and they gathered to form a spear formation, ready for attack and defense.

"Blocker, die."

Jiang Ding said lightly, a faint white light on the blade of the sword, straight forward.

"Look for death! Kill! ”

The captain who guarded the treasury drank.

The twelve Zhai Ding sneered, without the slightest fear, and twelve two-meter-five spears stabbed out at the same time, blocking all the dodge spaces in all directions, and the heads of the spears flashed with silver light.

It is similar to the science of concentrated firepower in Xianmen.

With such an attack, even the Inner Qi Realm martial artists did not dare to connect head-on, and if they resisted hard, they would die, so they could only temporarily avoid the edge and look for another opportunity.

Laugh at!

A sword light of Bai Sensen slashed, and the iron-clad hardwood barrel was broken, and the fracture was smooth.

"I can't see clearly!"

Wu Chang only had time to think of such a thought in his heart, and he felt a cold in his throat, a large stream of blood gushed out, and his body fell weakly.

Yu Guang looked around, and the twelve Zhai Ding under his command were all like this, in no particular order.

Shake off the blood, and the sword is sheathed.

Jiang Ding slowly walked into the warehouse of Tiger Village.

There are no imaginary traps, this is a place where Zhaiding and big and small bosses often come, and setting traps is to make trouble for themselves.

The first thing that catches your eye is piles of rice bags, mostly white rice, but also some corn, and there are strips of air-dried bacon hanging in the back.

With such a huge number, even if it is besieged, the village is worry-free.

Jiang Ding glanced left and right, came to the thick gate on the left, a sword light flashed away, and gently pushed the gate open.

"Found it."

In the warehouse, there are layers of all kinds of swords, guns and weapons, and even dozens of heavy iron armors, which look similar to the Dongling Mansion soldiers.

In addition, there are soybean oil, sandalwood, cloth and other materials.

Jiang Ding set his eyes on the crossbow neatly placed on the wooden frame, skipped it, took the two four-stone strong bows placed next to him, six or seven spare bowstrings, and tied dozens of arrows and put them on his back.

Holding a bucket of soybean oil in his arms, he pulled a large handful of cloth, and with the force under his feet, the whole person went straight up and smashed through the roof.

"The thief is in the direction of the warehouse!"

"Kill him!"

Many villagers poured into the barracks, and when they saw that figure, they couldn't wait to eat their flesh!

There are also several leaders who have been immersed in bows and arrows for many years to draw strong bows.

Ding!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and dropped the arrows shot from a distance.

Tear a roll of cloth, wrap the tiles and dip them in soybean oil, rub the tiles with the blade of the sword to burst out and ignite them, and then use a little 'point sword' technique to gently smash them on the wall of a barracks.

With a bang, the tiles and rags burst into pieces, grease stuck to the walls, and ignited them.

"Not good, stop him!"

Zhou Mad's face changed suddenly, and he realized something.

However, the distance is so far away, even if there is a means to reach the sky, at this time, you can only watch.

Bang bang bang!

One by one, the black balls soaked in grease flew out and smashed down on the walls and roofs of the various barracks, and many barracks could even receive four or five in a row.

Soon, clusters of flames lit up all over the barracks, and they were spreading rapidly.

The experienced builders of the barracks were spaced several meters apart, but it was useless in such a situation where there were flames everywhere, and the fire spread rapidly.

"Fight the fire!"

"Get out!"

'Golden Tiger' Zhou Sheng's face turned white, and he hurriedly ordered.

At this time, it was a little late, and many of the villagers were quick in their grief and anger, and broke into the barracks to search for the thieves who had assassinated the owner of the village.

In a short period of time, dozens of people wailed and were engulfed in the fire, and those who escaped were also badly burned, and there was dark smoke everywhere, obscuring their vision.

"Brute! I will cut you with a thousand knives! ”

Zhou Qiang smashed a beam full of flames with an axe, and led his men and horses backwards to avoid the place full of flames.

In the thick smoke and flames, a figure flicked with his footsteps, and occasionally a tongue of fire swept without any damage, and soon left the area surrounded by flames.

The fireworks dispersed, and the picture in front of me gradually became clearer.

The ranks are neat, the swords and guns are lined up, the bows and crossbows are wound and aimed, and the aura of a solemn military formation is permeated, and the fierce flames behind him cannot be concealed.

"Run, run, run?"

A stout black man like a bear was naked, squeezing words out between his teeth.

'Tuotian Tiger' Zhou Kun!

It is said that he is a cousin and nephew who is shocking, and he is good at attacking "Thirteen Henglian Taibao", a body of copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable, and self-generated internal qi, internal qi is great, and often kills a whole caravan alone, corpses are everywhere, but he is unscathed.

Beside him, they are the 'Xiashan Tiger' Lang Yi and the 'Scorpion-tailed Tiger' Xu Sanniang among the Seven Tigers, both of whom are small in internal qi.

Near the left and right, there were more than 60 people armed with guns and crossbows, all of whom had been strictly trained.

"Why should I run?"

Jiang Ding showed a smile and asked rhetorically.

Many Zhaiding felt a sudden burst in their hearts.

Only then did I realize that what I was looking for was the murderer who killed the owner of the village and the 'righteous Bo Yuntian' Yang Dongsheng in just a few moves, not the lamb they hunted wantonly.

"Shoot for Lao Tzu!"

'Tuotian Tiger' Zhou Kun drank coldly.

More than 20 strong bows and hard crossbows fired in a volley, like flying locusts, submerging the ground in front.