"Second brother has a point."

Fang Tianzong nodded in agreement.

In the ice and snow, this person is still dressed in single clothes.

"We are three against two in the Chaos Realm, and twenty-five against eighteen in the Penetrating Realm."

"Enough foot combat against a bunch of pampered waste."

As he spoke, he plunged the six-foot knife into the snow, picked up the iron-inlaid armor at his feet and began to put it on.

He Liangjun overlooked the hunting party that had completely entered the valley and began to give orders.

"Hong Sheng is already in the seventh vein, just in the same realm as me, I'll go and meet him."

"The fourth child is good at fighting, to entangle Li Shenji."

"The third child is responsible for leading people to cut down the ten heads."

"Let's leave when we have enough of them, let's not do loss-making business!"

After he finished speaking, he gestured to the minions waiting on the side.

"Put the log down and cut them off."

A moment later, a muffled thunderous rumble shook the valley.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a snow dragon flying down from the eastern hillside and smashing in front, setting off a large cloud of white mist.

"Avalanche or rockfall?" Hong Ping didn't notice anything wrong, and asked easily.

However, with their strong eyesight, Hong Fan and the others had already caught a glimpse of several figures descending the mountain after the snow dragon.

A sharp ear-cutting sound rose from the ground, muffling the echo of the falling log.

"'Seven Steps to Kill the Star' He Liangjun, please stop and take a break."

The whistling sound galloped down the wind and reached the end of the valley.

The notoriety of flying on the sea, coupled with the hundreds of armed sand bandits who came out of the forest at this time, made the team of more than 500 people commotion.

No one could have predicted the interception of flying at sea.

The hunting team is numerous, not weak, and does not carry property.

However, they are all the core young children of each family, which involves a large number of people.

In other words, it's hard to bite, it's out of oil, it's hard to eat, it's the last thing the bandits like to target.

But the facts are already in front of us.

At the forefront, Li Shenji, as the organizer, had the responsibility to come forward and talk.

He Liangjun did not hide his intentions and told him directly.

"Li Dashao don't have to worry, we are not here to kill."

"I just want to borrow ten heads."

The cozy voice was smiling.

Then, the three masters of Haifei were satisfied to see many hunters hired by the Li family fleeing from both sides of the team, and soon reduced the number of targets by nearly one-fifth.

These villagers are just taking money to serve, at this time, for one or two taels of silver, where are they willing to fight for the young master and young lady in the city?

Just when Li Shenji used his words to mediate, the backbones of each family had already reacted.

Boardcars and sleds are lined up to form temporary obstacles.

More than a dozen ineffective daughters were protected by servants and evacuated out of the valley.

"There are 130 people on the other side, less than half of us."

Hung Yu said, taking the two short axes from his horse.

"The sand bandits can only fight with the wind, and it is not difficult for us to hold on to relying on the valley road."

He looked at Hong Ping and pretended to be relaxed.

"You are young, follow Yiyue and them to withdraw first."

Hearing this, Jiang Youcai, who was stuffed with a hunting knife in Tang Da's arms, looked happy.

As a family child, the more dangerous it is, the more you can't escape.

Abandoning one's master will only be worse than dying in battle.

But Hong Ping flatly refused.

"I'm not leaving; Fight the tiger brothers, cousin Mo looks down on me! ”

He removed the horizontal knife from the saddle and followed closely.

Hong Sheng was about to dissuade him, but he saw Hong Fan holding down Hong Ping's shoulder one step ahead.

"You haven't gone out of the race, and Mingzhe is not a bad breed."

Hong Fan exerted his five fingers, and said quickly while forcing his younger brother to look directly at him.

"If you don't leave, you may die here or be crippled for life."

He paused for a moment, then asked again.

"Ask you again, go or stay?"

Hong Ping was stunned at first, and then his face turned red.

"I, Hong Ping, am not afraid of death!"

He clenched his knife tightly, as if he had stood on the precipice of a pig hunt for the second time, and replied with a stalk around his neck.

"Life and death are self-inflicted, and if you don't regret it, that's fine."

Hong Fan nodded lightly and didn't say anything more, but rushed towards the front of the formation under the escort of Tang Daman, who was holding a steel fork.

In the middle of the valley, two rows of carriages form a rudimentary wall.

On both sides of the empty city wall, hundreds of people silently confronted each other with knives and guns, and they were about to erupt.

"Li Dashao, we have never succeeded in the work we have flown over at sea, but we have never regretted it."

He Liangjun squatted on a horizontal rolling log and gently moved his ten fingers.

"Since you don't want to borrow this head, then we can only take it ourselves."

"Little ones, kill me!"

He let out a high-pitched howl like a night owl, and after stepping through the snow for dozens of steps, he was the first to enter the battle.

A three-meter-long hunting spear stabbed from the back of the cart.

He Liangjun was short and rolled onto the board to avoid the tip of the gun, and when his arm was stretched again, he had already poked a finger in the chest of the gun-wielding servant.

The latter felt no pain in his middle finger, but when he tried to move again, he suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

By the time the hunting spear and the corpse landed at the same time, He Liangjun had already burst into the crowd and killed one more person.

The Seven Star Fingers he practiced was a well-known third-grade martial art, and it was said that every blow could cut off the qi veins.

As long as it hits seven times, the accumulated injuries will detonate simultaneously, and the winner is hopeless.

The name of "Seven Steps to Kill Stars" is derived from this.

The seven stars pointed to the dots, and He Liangjun killed three times in three steps, until an invisible fire cloud forced him back.

"What a fire cloud palm."

He grinned and took the initiative to meet Hong Sheng.

At this moment, the lagging sand bandits shouted and killed.

The two sides are engaged in a full-scale battle.

On the west side of the front, a big man with a short spear stepped on the cart and stepped forward to stab at Hong Fan.

Since ancient times, it has been a problem to get a single knife into a gun.

But the advantages of cultivation can make up for everything.

Hong Fan came first, cut off the spearhead with his backhand, and slashed out with the second knife, cutting off the sand bandit's calf.

The screams and the blood mist erupted at the same time.

The bandit lost his balance and fell on the car, instinctively grasping the wound.

Tang Da, who was guarding the side, pulled out the firewood knife at his waist, pounced on him and slashed at his throat, and did not let go until the corpse was completely still.

The fronts staggered in an instant, turning into a situation of you and me.

The world is crowded.

Above the slaughtering crowd, roars, screams, shouts, and the clashing of weapons and weapons, weapons and wood, mingled together, boiling the snow valley with the blood spilled from the scoop.

Tang Da was sprayed with blood from his neck, and when he applied it casually, he heard the sound of retching behind him.

He looked back and saw Hong Ping kneeling on the ground and spitting out tears, even the knife fell to the ground.

At the critical moment, Hong Fan was no longer verbose, stepped forward and grabbed his neckline, and slapped him twice.

Hong Ping's side face immediately swollen.

His face ached, and his eyes were slightly clear.

"It's too late to leave."

Hong Fan put down his words, turned around and flew a target.

Behind him, Hong Ping stared in amazement at the snow that was scorched by dripping blood under the cart, and after a while, he picked up the horizontal knife and got up to guard his brother's side.

After the first wave of impact, the position of the three brothers of the Hong family is still stable.

However, there have been a number of losses in other positions.

On the east side of the front, a sand bandit wearing a hood to cover his face roared into the formation.

The six-foot broadsword slashed, first breaking the barrel of the gun, and then entering the sternum of the gunman.

At the same time as he drew the knife, this person stepped up and sank his shoulder, and hit the second person.

(End of chapter)