“...... Haha, where did the beauty come from?"

In the screeching sound, a thin young man with a long knife at his waist and a horsewhip in his hand stepped into the courtyard, and as soon as he entered, the pair of rat-like eyes straightened, staring at Lan Sha's delicate face, full of surprise and greed.

It's no wonder that this young man is so unbearable, Lan Sha's appearance and temperament, whether it is in the Northern Wilderness or Bran, is an absolute beauty. It is no exaggeration to say that from a certain point of view, Lansha is perfectly compatible with the beauty standards of the two countries - the delicate facial features of the Bran woman, coupled with the tall figure of the Northern Wilderness woman, which is as picturesque as porcelain.

What's more, the current environment is still a closed farm. I have only seen the village girl, but I have not seen many young people in the world, so I was naturally shocked at first sight.

Hearing this, Lan Sha raised his head and looked at the young man, and roughly judged that this should be the Han Luo, that is, the rebel in the mouth of the thin old man, so he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at Tang En, ignoring it. It's not that I didn't notice the young man's look, it's just that the gap between the levels of the two sides is too big, and even the feelings of anger and disgust are saved.

However, Bamutu's eyes were cold when he saw this, and he was about to wave his hand to send away the young man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but the thin old man on the side rushed forward first, and roared in a trembling voice: "Rebel son...... Whoever let you in this door, get out of here!"

The young man, that is, Han Luo, didn't care about his father's roar at all, or didn't hear it, he looked straight at Lan Sha with his eyes, and walked over, and then, "Ouch ......" exclaimed, but he was too engaged, and stepped on the vegetable ball rolled out of the sack, and with a bang, he fell on his back.

A skeleton rose from the ground. This Han Luo didn't feel any pain. I just feel like I've lost face. He laughed a few times, muttered on the ground, and then rubbed his palms and stepped forward again: "Hehe, what is the name of the beauty, where did she come from? Why did she appear at my house? Come, talk to my brother, talk about ......"

"You killed your eldest brother, you, you...... Get out of here!" gasped. His chest rose and fell, and when the thin old man heard this, his face flushed with anger, blocked his sight, and smashed Han Luo's head with a pipe.

I couldn't see Lan Sha, but I saw a pipe smashing it, this Han Luo reacted quickly, hurriedly retreated and retreated, and scolded impatiently: "Old thing, you ......" seemed to be aware of this casual scolding and brought himself in, and it was immediately a meal. Then he saw the pipe smashing again, and hurriedly guarded his head. A fierce light flashed in his eyes in an instant, "I think you've lived enough, old thing, and you're still working with me?"

After getting a vacancy, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed, and the thin old man suddenly staggered back, shaking and about to fall. Lan Sha frowned when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to support the thin old man: "Uncle, are you okay?"

"Rebel...... Rebel son...... "The thin old man looked up at the sky, and the old man burst into tears, thinking that he regretted his spoiling at this time, and did not let the dead Hansen discipline this unsuccessful young son well.

Irritable waved his hand, "Are you so annoyed with the old thing, are you annoyed, are you annoyed, are you good at everything, right-talk to me again, and send you down to see him now!" Have you ever heard of the Gray Army? It's a team dedicated to helping our civilians, with a good reputation, hehe......"

Xu wanted to show his own merits, and this Han Luo immediately introduced the good reputation of the Gray Army. Of course, by the way, he also introduced how he was valued in the Gray Army, how heroic he was in battle, and so on. boasted that there was no one in the sky, but one underground, and he was very numb.

Seeing this, Bamutu also smiled and shook his head: "Ha, such a superb villain is also in Bran." The words fell, and I didn't want to watch this farce go on anymore, so I waved my hand and was about to fan the other party. But at this moment, suddenly,

An emotionless voice rang out out of thin air, "Does he deserve to die?"

"Uh...... Wake up?" Lan Sha and Ba Mu Tu were stunned when they heard this, and subconsciously looked at the steps beside them, where Tang En was still sitting upright, but his eyes were slightly closed and he didn't know when he opened them, his black and white eyes were deep and distant, looking at the dazed thin old man, and asked again, "Do you think he deserves to die?"

"Rebel...... Damn ......"

"Good. That went over and killed him. Turning his hand and showing the dagger, he handed it to the thin old man, and Tang En's expression was flat and casual.

"Kill...... Kill him...... Kill him......" looked at the pitch-black dagger fixedly, the thin old man seemed to be enchanted, muttered in a low voice several times, and then grabbed the pitch-black dagger without Lansha's support, and stood up straight with a strange figure, looking extremely athletic.

"Haha, it looks like you're really tired of this old thing. Well, then it will be done for you!" Seeing the thin old man walking step by step with a dagger in his hand, Han Luo laughed fiercely and looked at Tang En viciously, "And you! Kill the old thing, and kill you next!"

When the words fall, you have to reach out and draw your sword. But the next moment, "uh...... Why, what's going on?, my hands ......" Han Luo was stunned for a moment, only to feel that his hands were firmly bound by ropes, and he couldn't move. Frightened, I wanted to look down, but found that my neck had also become extremely stiff, and then my body, waist, abdomen, legs and feet ...... Up and down the whole body, except for the mouth and the dripping and panicked eyes, there is no place under his control.

"Kill him...... Kill him......"

"Hey, hey, what do you want to do, old thing, stop, don't come here—I told you to stop, do you hear me, do you dare to take one more step, take another step, I, I...... I was wrong, Father, I was wrong...... I'm Hanluo, your only son—don't come, please don't—"

Looking at the thin old man who was getting closer and closer, Han Luo was completely panicked. While struggling with wide eyes, he screamed or wailed. But no matter whether the content is threatening and intimidating, pretending to be pitiful, or playing the family card, the thin old man seems to have heard it, muttering to himself, and approaching step by step with a dagger.

"This ......" Lansha looked at inexplicably, blinked, and turned to look at Bamutu, "What kind of power is this?magic?divine magic?or something else?"

No response. Bamutu was frowning and staring at Han Luo. It's like perceiving something. But looking at the frowning brow, you know that this move is not smooth. In fact, it is precisely like this, in Bamutu's perception and sight, there is no power fluctuation around Han Luo, including the ground under his feet. looked down at Don who was sitting on the steps, and just watched quietly, his hands naturally spread on his knees, without the slightest trace of his hands, including the coercion on the spiritual level......

What kind of power is this?

This is also a question that Bamutu is pondering. It's just that unlike Lansha, he was embarrassed to ask......

He is the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness! He is the only fierce man in the Northern Wilderness who can sacrifice multiple demonic beasts! He is a peerless master who has rarely encountered opponents across the continent except for Wu Ding! But right now, just as he didn't know what realm this kid was breaking through in front of him just now, he also didn't know what kind of means this kid was using to trap people......

It is true that there are so many martial arts in the world, even if Ebhamtu has experience and knowledge, it is impossible to know them all. But at the moment, this is not a question of martial arts moves, but a question of the power system. If it's just trapping people in the air, Bamutu knows that there are several ways to do it. This is not unusual......

As we all know, there are only a few power systems on the continent. Bran's fighting spirit and magic, savage sacrifices and divine arts, and at most counting the things that the gods and gods chatter about in the Temple of Light, that's it.

Either way, Bamutu couldn't find a corresponding trace on Donn. If I had to say similar, it would be something similar to the chatter of the gods in the Temple of Light, well, just a little. There is still a big difference between the two, although Bamutu is not completely aware of the set of things in the Temple of Light, but he knows that the other party is headed by the gift of the gods. And now this Don ......

The frowns between his brows turned into mountains and rivers, and Bamutu's eyes narrowed sharply, trying his best to perceive and think, before he faintly had some guesses. The source of Donn's power seems to be the surrounding environment...... No, it's heaven and earth...... No, it's not right, he's not that perverted...... To be precise, it should be heaven and earth in a certain area! In this area, it seems that he can use some of the power between heaven and earth for his own use......

Or is it a means for the Bran warriors to absorb the fighting qi of heaven and earth for their own use...... After hesitating, Bamutu shook his head. He felt that it was not so simple, at least not as simple as just absorbing fighting energy. Faintly, Bamutu felt that this kind of power could no longer be called power, but something beyond the level of power...... What's that, though?

No one could answer Bamutu's question, and he himself was a little afraid to think about it further. Because this has broken him, and even the continent's cognition at this stage, and completely collapsed the thinking system.

Therefore, Bamuty is completely entangled......

Relatively speaking, Lansha seems to be very relaxed. Bamutuna, who sometimes shook her head and frowned at other times, didn't get an answer, and she didn't care. The so-called insiders look at the doorway, and the laymen look at the excitement. In Lansha's opinion, although what Don En is doing at the moment is magical, it is actually nothing remarkable.

Not to mention Don En and Bamutu, even Lan Sha, who is not proficient in martial arts, is also very confident, and will use no less than ten means to simply overturn his opponent.

Of course, Han Luo didn't know what kind of terrifying methods this seemingly weak beauty had. He didn't have time to think about this now, looking at the old father who had arrived in front of him, Han Luo in despair was also a little anxious, changed his curse and pleading, and turned to shouting for help.

"Help - brothers, there is ...... There are villagers who don't know whether they are alive or dead have resisted, come and save me-"

The people who came with him should know what happened to Han Luo in the village, so when he came to the end of the village and walked into this house, no one was uncomfortable with him. Han Luo didn't take the initiative to bring anyone over, after all, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized. However, what he is doing now can be called vicious, for fear that his companions will not be able to react, so he will call his old father a villager who does not know whether to resist alive or dead, which is undoubtedly to the death of this thin old man!

It's a pity that his quick wit is still slow, and when he shouted, although there was a noise outside the door, the thin old man had already walked up to him at this time, raised his dagger,

"Kill him...... Kill him......"

"Don't, don't, don't—put the knife down! The old immortal hears no, put the knife down!Otherwise, when my brother comes, I'll chop you into meat sauce—don't kill me, I'm Han Luo, Han Luo, ahh

There was a terrible howl, poof, and blood splattered everywhere. The dagger easily stabbed into Han Luo's chest, completely submerging.

Immediately, because the hatred was too deep, the thin old man pressed Han Luo with a dagger. Bang. The two fell to the ground.

Get up. Sitting on Han Luo, who was howling miserably and still unable to move, the thin old man raised his dagger again, his cloudy old eyes were unfocused, "Kill him...... Kill him......" poof, another sound, and the blood splashed again, dripping all over the two of them.

Han Luo is not dead yet. Still screaming, but a little lacking in qi.

Although the thin old man behaved very abnormally from the beginning to the present, it seemed that a force was injected into his body out of thin air, but after all, he had never killed anyone, although it was right that these two knives did not enter Han Luo's body, but they were not critical, and they would not be able to kill Han Luo for a while.

But that's not the end, it's just the beginning!

As if awakened by this handful of blood, the thin old man stopped repeating the words he kept muttering. The cloudy old eyes began to focus, and the old palm holding the dagger began to tremble slightly. It seems that the next moment it will not be able to hold it anymore. However, when he looked down, he saw Han Luo with a hideous and distorted look under him, this young son who he used to be extremely spoiled and killed his brother with his own hands, suddenly pulled the dagger tightly, raised it, closed his eyes, and two lines of old tears flowed down instantly, "Die, die, die...... It's good to apologize to Hansen when he's dead, Hanroe ......"

Swing down, poof, not much power, but the sharpness of the pitch-black dagger is enough to easily sink into Han Luo's body again.

Left chest, vital heart, killed with one stab!

The blood sprayed again, very red, very red, it should be redder than the sunset that the old man saw at that time...... At this moment, bang, the half-hidden wooden door was kicked open from the outside again, and several big men with bright and dangling long knives instantly rushed into the house, full of murderous aura.

"Grass, who the would dare to die...... Huh?" swept the situation in the field, looking at the thin old man who was lying on his companion Han Luo, his hands were dead and pressing the dagger, several big men were stunned, "Han, Uncle Han, you are ......"

It should be a thin old man, maybe it is the big man who went out with Han Luo from this Zhuangzi, looking at the scene in front of him, he opened his mouth, and he couldn't speak anymore.

"This is Han Luo's father......? What to do?"

"Why don't you kill this old fellow?"

"Is this appropriate?"

"Huh, aha, where did the beautiful woman come from......"

Obviously, not all the big men knew about the situation in Han Luo's family, and after knowing about it, they also felt that the matter in front of them was fucked. What should I do? Come out and mix and be angry. In this sense, it is necessary to avenge one's companions. But now that it's the companion's father who killed the companion, it doesn't feel even more fucked up to take revenge...... Fortunately, it didn't take long to be entangled, and after looking up and seeing Lan Sha, the attention of several big men was instantly diverted.

At this time, Don En got up and stood up from the steps, looked at a few big men, and said calmly again: "Do they deserve to die?"

"Yes!" Looking at the few big men who were almost gone, Lan Sha frowned slightly, and nodded decisively after taking the words!

"Then you have to die. Tang En also nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, a blood-colored dagger appeared in his palm out of thin air, and he raised his feet and walked towards the big men.

Soon, a scene very similar to the previous one was staged again. The slight difference is that in the face of these immobile and defenseless big men, compared to the thin old man, Tang En's shot is much simpler. Passing by, wipe your throat with a knife. There's no need to look back, and there's no need to waste a second knife.

It was very easy, after putting down these big men, he seemed to notice something, and Tang En did not stop there, but stepped out of the door.

Bamutu and Lan Sha didn't follow, and they didn't need to do so, they jumped up the wall, watched Tang En alone with a single dagger, paced unhurriedly, and walked towards Shi Shiran, the big man who roared and rushed towards him. As soon as he entered the range of about three zhang, the irascible man even moved with his expression, along with a few fierce horses, and instantly froze into stone statues of different shapes.

Brush by, swing a knife, wipe your throat......

A series of actions are as smooth as a handset and chic, and it is definitely not fast. But it was such a slow and leisurely movement, but no enemy could dodge it, and no one could dodge it...... After all, have you ever seen a statue that will run away?

Silently watching Tang En kill all the way from the end of the village to the open space in the village, Bamutu retracted his gaze, spat out the turbid breath that had been held in his chest for a long time, and muttered to himself with a look of happiness: "It's okay...... Fortunately, the scope of control is not large now......"

"What?" Ransha didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing...... Well, girl, I suddenly realized that your vision is no worse than your mother's. ”

Lan Sha was stunned when he heard this, pushed the frame, turned his head to look at Bamutu's serious appearance, and smacked his lips helplessly: "Grandpa Bamutu, you are teasing me again." ”

"Hehe, you don't understand. Knowing that Lansha was not proficient in martial arts, Bamutu shook his head and smiled, so he didn't explain much. sighed secretly in his heart, thinking stupidly, I am willing to tease you. But looking at the current situation, as long as time passes, the terrifying deterrent power of this perverted state will not be much worse than that of the Bran military god Ziyi......

"Well, I don't understand. But I knew that if I let him kill like this again, none of the bandits would survive. Looking at Tang En, who was following the bandits who fled in panic, Lan Sha pursed his lips and said, "I have to trouble you, Grandpa Bamutu, catch a bandit and ask where the Gray Clothes Army is stationed." Since they dare to come out under the banner of the gray army, it is impossible for them to have no news at all. By the way, by the way, I will ask them where their village is, and go to the end...... After all, you have to eat at someone's place, and you can't do nothing. ”

"Good. ”

............ (To be continued......)