"Who dares to come forward!"

The village chief's bold words resounded in all directions, and even the horse bandits seemed to be shocked.

After a while, I heard the arrogant young horse bandit just now laugh and laugh:

"It's fun, it's fun, I like a man like you!"

"Brothers, listen well, you are not allowed to charge without my orders, I want to learn this hero's kung fu. ”

"Sand Scar, you go!"

The young horse bandit beckoned to his side, and saw a young man with a sweat towel on his head and a narrow black scar on his face riding forward.

Sandscar jumped off his horse, and a small dagger flipped in his hand like a fly, always attracting people's attention.

"Village Chief, take the knife!"

On the gate of the village, the village soldier threw down a long horse chopping knife and landed directly in front of the village chief.

The village chief was scared to death and was almost killed by his own people.

He glared upstairs, recognized that it was the village soldier who threw the knife just now, and then pretended not to care, pulled out the knife, strode forward, and said towards the sand scar:

"Lao Tzu's knife has cut the legs of horses, and he has killed many horse bandits, if you know each other, you will retreat.

We don't interfere with the river water, you are your horse bandit, and I will live my peaceful life. ”

"Wishful thinking!"

Sand Scar smiled coldly.

The dagger between his fingers struck like lightning, and the scimitar at his waist was drawn at the same time.

The village chief dodged, but he had already lost the first hand, and the knife slashed at him like a storm.

Horse bandits beg for a living on horses all year round, their swordsmanship is concise and dangerous, and the knife attacks people's vital points, and a knife will take people's lives.

I saw that under the cold knife light, the village chief's wide and heavy horse chopping knife could not be used at all, and he could only passively parry.

The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and the scimitar knife method is flexible and convenient, and it is very advantageous in close combat.

The martial arts realm of the two is about the same, about five or six grades, but now that Sand Scar has taken the lead, he has to ignore people.

The village chief parried twenty or thirty moves, and saw the sand scar scimitar suddenly hover over his horse slasher, and the blade cut directly into his inner abdomen.

The village chief snorted miserably, and with a wave of his hand even harder, he was about to slap the sand scar out of the air.

But Sha Scar suddenly shrank his body, abandoned the knife, and shrank into the arms of the village chief.

Then I saw that he was like an angry monkey, with his hands turned into claws, and he kept scratching the village chief's chest.

I saw that the mouth of the Dao blood collapsed, and the blood sprayed the sand scar on his face.

The village chief took a few steps back, and the big horse chopping knife was full of blood, but unfortunately it was all his own.

The scar was about to continue, killing him in one fell swoop.

Then he heard the young man behind him shouting:

"Stop, Sand Scar is back!"

Sandscar paused, picked up the scimitar and dagger on the ground without saying a word, and walked backwards.

"Uncle, you speak so loudly, but your martial arts don't seem to be useful. ”

On horseback, the young horse bandit sneered.

The village chief spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said recklessly:

"That's because Lao Tzu hasn't eaten enough, and when I have the ability, I'll fight again. Poof, phew!"

"Yo Yo, you still talk to me harshly. ”

The young bandit continued to laugh and said:

"If you don't fight, I'm going to continue attacking the village. ”

"I think your village is almost ready, so it's a little more fun. ”

"Hit!"

The village chief stood up straight, but the wound burst violently, and the blood flowed down, and he supported himself with his knife.

At this time, the village chief decided to use his life to help the village delay a little longer, and the more likely it was that the village would be defended later.

No one is to blame for his current fate.

Who made him greedy?

Thinking about it, the village chief glanced at the fifty lotus leaf vegetables spread on the ground not far away, clean and steaming, it seemed that the battle just now had not affected these vegetables in the slightest.

I only ate one chicken nugget just now, and I lost it.

Such a thought suddenly popped into the village chief's mind, and then his eyes widened, and he roared at the more than 100 horse bandits:

"Who else dares to come forward!"

"I'm coming!"

Provoked by these words, a horse bandit rushed out of the horse team.

The young horse bandit was not happy at that time, and asked the others:

"Who is this man? Dare to rob me of my prestige, has no one taught him the rules?"

"Boss, he's new here. ”

"The newcomer can be presumptuous? Who's that, write down his name and kill him when he goes back!"

“...... Uh, boss, no need. ”

"What's the matter, I'm not good at talking?"

"No, Boss, look. ”

The young bandit turned his head and saw the corpse of the bandit who had just gone out lying on the ground, and the horses were wandering around him, arching his head from time to time, trying to wake him up.

Next to the corpse of the horse bandit was a woman with a sword, about thirty years old, plump and dignified, wearing a light blue dress, with the tip of the long sword in her hand pointing downward, dripping with blood.

Behind the were four young girls in their twenties, also holding long swords, with cold eyes.

"It's fun, it's getting fun. ”

When the young bandit saw that his men had been killed, instead of being angry, he laughed:

"Who are you, and are you here to play games with me?"

"Devil!"

Behind the a girl in a pale yellow dress and fluffy long hair, she scolded:

"Is it true that in your eyes, their lives are a game? Do you still have no humanity, do you have no heart, how can you be so cruel?!"

The young horse bandit laughed and said:

"That's right, it's not just them, it's you, and even I'm just a game. But I can do it all over again, but you can't. ”

The young bandit said something they didn't understand, and then reached behind him and clenched his fist in the air:

"Knives!"

One by one, the scimitars were held high, and the cold light flickered.

"Knives!"

Many horse bandits echoed loudly.

The momentum of iron and blood pressed over like a dark cloud, making the girls' hearts sink.

"It's a good game, you have to come up by yourself, which makes me very annoyed, and you guys fight for him that didn't end the fight just now.

But I've always had preferential treatment for girls, and if he hits one, you're going to beat a bunch of us!"

The young horse bandit raised his sword and roared loudly:

"Knives!"

"Knives!"

"Kill!"

"The !! of the Law"

The horse neighed, and the chaotic situation swept over at once.