A frightened scream broke through the voice, and the hiss was heard outside the room.

The scream was loud, but Nian Cun Mountain was so big that no one heard it. But no one will come even if they hear it, because everyone is attracted by the people who are slowly coming up the mountain.

However, at this moment, the bandits in the mountains all frightened the mountaineers, in their eyes, it was not a child of the world, but a Shura who came from hell in the form of a child, with unimaginable strength in his body, plus an incredible killing consciousness, several people had been planted in a pool of blood because of the few inches of short blades in the child's hands.

The child, who everyone regarded as a demonic beast, was crouching in front of a bandit who had collapsed to the ground in fear due to a leg injury, and asked with a serious face, "Are you a good person?"

The bandit was already frightened, how could he think about anything, his hands on the ground, kept rubbing back as far away from the child as possible, his head moved like a chicken pecking rice, and blurted out: "Yes, I am, I am a good person!"

After speaking, the bandit's pupils shrank into a ball and then dilated, and after less than a moment, his arms were weak and his body fell down, and he was actually slashed by the child with a knife.

Seeing that the bandit was dead, the rest of the bandits retreated more and more, and the top of the huge mountain was so quiet that you could listen carefully to the sound of the needle falling to the ground, and suddenly heard the child get up and muttered to himself quite dissatisfied: "Hmph, good people go up the mountain? ”

Shen Xiao sighed, raised his head, and looked at the faces that were red and frightened by the firelight not far away, looking through the crowd.

An extremely ordinary person, ordinary clothes, ordinary appearance, no characteristics, the only thing that can be remembered is the person's smiling face like a spring breeze. What Mu Chenhao looked at was the reckless man behind the man, who stood out like a crowd and was much taller than everyone else, and the momentum on his body was far from being comparable to these people, and he was carrying a long-handled Mo knife with a tall and slender blade in his hand, which was quite contrary to his size.

With Mu Chenhao's eyes, everyone finally saw a savior, and they all got out of the way, and the man slowly paced with his hands behind his back until he walked in front of Mu Chenhao, and said with a more and more gentle smile: "Don't you know who the young hero is, come to my little Nian Cun Mountain?" If there is something offended, I hope that the little hero can go to the Tiger Roaring Hall with me." ”

Mu Chenhao didn't speak, only raised his head to look at the silent reckless man behind Fang Qingping.

Seeing this, Fang Qingping chuckled a few times again: "It's abrupt, I see that this little brother is going to entangle." After speaking, he turned around, leaving the reckless man and Mu Chenhao to oppose him,

"Yes, Hu Zhun. ”

When the sound fell, Fang Qingping had already walked into the crowd, and the reckless man suddenly burst out, and with a thick roar, he raised the Mo knife in his hand and slashed vertically.

The wrong ghost - Hu Zhun.

Mu Chenhao's eyes condensed slightly, half stepped on his crotch a little, met the inch length and short blade in his hand, and took the Mo knife that was swung extremely accurately.

This Mo knife is unexpectedly heavy! Mo knife, about a person is tall and the blade long handle is longer, the bilateral blade is quite difficult to use, if you don't pay attention to the swing, you have to cut your head, so this Mo knife should be made with the weight of an ordinary one-handed short knife.

But this Mo knife in Hu Zhun's hand is really several times heavier!

On the unlit rooftop, two men sat silently on the smooth mud tiles, watching what was happening below. Only one of them, with his eyes closed and only a sackcloth wrapped in his body, seemed to have passed out. The other person was reaching out and pinching his chin, looking at it with interest: "This Hu Zhun is really not simple, it is much stronger than the previous deserter centurion." ”

As he spoke, he put his arm on top of the unconscious naked man next to him: "Hey, wake up, watch a good show." ”

The naked man fell crookedly. Shaking his head: "It's really boring. ”

One blow failed, and Hu Zhun pulled his knife back. Mu Chenhao retreated, rubbed his arm that was numb from the shock a few times, and his face was slightly heavy. Seeing that this talented child was deflated, everyone couldn't help but sulk, and admired their own three-headed leader more and more.

"Hu Zhun, don't keep your hands. Fang Qingping spoke in the crowd. Hu Zhun nodded, his nasal voice like thunder: "Hmm." ”

The heavy Mo knife cold light flows, the three-foot blade and the four-foot handle, if it is full force, it can cut off the horse's head, so it is also called the long knife of the horse. This one in Hu Zhun's hand, I'm afraid not to mention the horses, if it is a rock, it can also cut a smooth cut mark and divide it into two.

Fortunately, Mu Chenhao was small, and it seemed that he had also noticed this advantage of his own, and he did not sit still like a cunning rabbit out of the hole, sliding and bowing over Hu Zhun's wide open lower crotch, and this was a knife, and the small short knife was swung to cut the tendon behind his foot. In the blink of an eye, the slender Mo knife stabbed at him as a spear, vowing to nail Mu Chenhao's body to the ground. The knife failed, Mu Chenhao turned over and rolled back, the Mo knife was really sharp, and it pierced into the ground for more than a few feet as if it were nothing.

Draw the knife, raise the knee, step down, punch. The clouds and water flowed in one go, Hu Zhun let go of the knife with both hands, and temporarily left the Mo knife in place, and the majestic fist came to his face with a mighty force. Don't talk about children, I'm afraid that the tiger in the mountains will also be shocked by the power of this punch.

Everyone has never practiced martial arts, they only see the wonderful, they can't see the doorway, they only feel that their three leaders are brave, heroic and extraordinary, and they are happy in their hearts and even have a little more in their eyes. Fang Qingping watched without saying a word, only smiled and looked at it, and there was a slight uneasiness surging in the depths of his eyes.

Kong Wu's powerful fist was empty, and Mu Chenhao jumped into the air. didn't wait for everyone to be disappointed, but Hu Zhun seemed to have predicted Mu Chenhao's knees that had already accumulated, and the flying dust was lifted under his feet, and his knees were like dragons going out to sea, crashing into Mu Chenhao, who could no longer exert his strength in mid-air.

Hearing a muffled snort, Mu Chenhao's mouth overflowed bright red, and he was hit by this blow to the top of his knee and flew out, and then planted it on the ground. The right arm flung back, took advantage of the situation to reach out the Mo knife, landed on the ground, and then arrived in front of Mu Chenhao, the Mo knife was dazzling, turning into a spear and stabbing straight down at his neck. If you win, you only need to pick it lightly, and it will be the end of the separation of the human head.

Everything was just a moment, and the rest of the people were dazzled, and they saw that the child was knocked to the ground in a daze, and the long knife of the three masters had arrived in front of them, and the victory seemed to be clear.

In fact, the people on the mountain prefer to call the three masters "fairy knife", one is that it sounds more domineering, and the other is really difficult to understand the meaning of the word "intermediary". And the word "ghost" must be added at the end, how can it be worthy of the fierce ability of the three masters.

So Hu Zhun, who was called the "wrong ghost" outside, was respected as a "fairy knife" by the mountain. It means that the gods will weigh the top broadsword again and again.

The ecstatic expressions on the faces of the flames were reflected in the eyes of the young man on the roof, rubbing his smooth chin, while grabbing the naked man who was fainting next to him, and said to himself: "It's really confident, don't worry, let's take a look first." ”

"Ding!" it was a crisp sound, and the sporadic firelight in the dark night was particularly dazzling. The Mo knife in Hu Zhun's hand stopped abruptly two inches in front of Mu Chenhao's body, and then the inconspicuous short knife in front of Mu Chenhao's throat was dangerous. But it was this short knife that made it difficult for Hu Zhunmoo's knife to enter an inch, and it couldn't cut into the throat of the person in front of him.

Hu Zhun shook his head, everyone shook his head, and Fang Qingping frowned.

Taking advantage of the moment when Hu Zhun left his hand, Mu Chenhao resisted the knife to close the momentum, and the Mo knife that came from the top slashed the tip of Mu Chenhao's nose along the direction of Mu Chenhao's knife, and plunged into the ground. Out of the foot, borrowed Hu Zhun's lower calf to exert force, climbed out of the bad situation, and then turned over and stood to look at Hu Zhun.

Just now, Mu Chenhao's kick was not heavy, but it led Hu Zhun to shake back to his senses, and saw that Mu Chenhao was no longer under him, and looked up with a Mo knife. What Yu Guang saw was the cold light in front of him, and after that, Mu Chenhao raised a short knife and volleyed into the air.

"Banmen... Get an axe. Hu Zhun, who had never spoken since the war, said the first sentence, and seeing a sneer on Hu Zhun's face, Mo's blade was lowered, held high above the top, and in front of the handle, Mu Chenhao had arrived.

"Huh. Fang Qingping smiled.

On the roof, the young man resisted the urge to step forward and sat back down on the mud tiles, but he could not hide his surprised expression.

"Back Knife Mountain. ”

The mountains are blowing in the face, destroying the withered and decaying. Mu Chenhao didn't get closer, and suddenly felt an indescribable pressure, as if everything around him had eased up, and he couldn't bear it, so he was thrown out alive, and the short knife shook off his hand, spraying an arc-shaped blood mist in the air, and fell to the ground with heavy injuries.

"Look! It's a stunt of the three masters!" Everyone didn't feel that their breath was stagnant, and in an instant, the child's injuries fell to the ground, and some people exclaimed in surprise, and it was difficult to control it.

Song Budemon woke up from the coma, only felt that a large amount of wind rushed into his nostrils on his face, opened his eyes, and found that his whole body was tightly wrapped in a coarse cloth sack, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but hiss again and screamed exhaustedly, he was falling on the roof at a very fast speed, the back of his neck was grabbed by a warm big hand, and he was about to be thrown out at any time, and the person who stretched out his hand looked light, as if he was doing a trivial thing.

So, everyone on the ground turned their heads to look at the scream coming from the sky, and saw what was a very comic scene. One grabbed the other by the neck and jumped off the roof with a terrible wail.

Song Budemon resisted the desire to be unconscious again, and heard the sigh of the person next to him in the whistling wind in his ears.

"Alas, shame. ”

Landing on the ground, Yan Lingchuan threw the screaming Song Budemon to the ground, Song Budemon could only squirm like a meat fat worm because his limbs were bound, screaming: "Save me!"

Hearing this, the minions found out that the embarrassed guy was their second master, and in the middle of the decision, Fang Qingping walked out of the crowd, and Hu Zhun also stopped the Mo knife in his hand, and turned his head to look at what happened suddenly.

Song Budemon looked up at Fang Qingping and shouted, "Boss, save me!" Without waiting for a few words, Yan Lingchuan kicked him unconscious, embarrassed, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally quieter." ”

Fang Qingping didn't look at the embarrassed Song Budemon, and looked at the tangled Yan Lingchuan: "Your Excellency is ......?"

Yan Lingchuan put on a calm smile: "Don't dare to be, can you let me exchange your second master for that little one." As he spoke, he kicked Song Budemon, who was like a dead pig at his feet, and mouthed Mu Chenhaonunu, who was not lightly injured not far away.

Fang Qingping smiled, smiling like a spring breeze, and Yan Lingchuan also laughed in agreement, smiling like a flame. Hu Zhunjing stood and watched the two laugh at each other without knowing the so-called embarrassment. Without waiting for Yan Lingchuan to laugh freely, Fang Qingping spoke,

"No, you can't. ”

When the words fell, Hu Zhun's eyes widened, and the Mo knife was raised high and slashed towards Mu Chenhao, who was unable to move for a while.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, no one can see how Yan Lingchuan left the place, let alone how Yan Lingchuan came to Hu Zhun, and no one can see when and where Yan Lingchuan took out a three-foot long sword.

The voice of the soldiers is crisp, and the sword and the long sword are fierce. Hu Zhun didn't have time to withdraw the Mo knife that was discharging, and watched the sword wielder's familiar movements, the wind in his ears was bleak, and he heard the voice: "I have just seen your back knife mountain, so I will let you see it too." ”

"Back Sword Mountain!"

The big waves washed the sand, and in the dazed minions, Fang Qingping's pupils turned into wheat mangs, turned down, and in the same blink of an eye, his body disappeared.

Like a reef driving a huge wave, Hu Zhun was swept out by a force of gravity, and he took more than ten steps backwards to stop his steps. It seems to have formed an unformed aura, rejecting everything in the field, and the dust is stirring up, and the rubble is scattered, leaving nothing in the field.

Everyone has forgotten the embarrassed second master, covered in dust, holding on to his breath, desperately trying to see through what is happening inside.

The dust settled, and under the illumination of the firelight, an extremely regular round pit appeared in the eyes of everyone, and Hu Zhun stood quietly outside the circle. In the circle, Yan Lingchuan and Fang Qingping stood opposite each other.

After a long time, Yan Lingchuan's sword was carried on his waist, and he shook his head and sighed: "This is a bit of a headache." ”

Fang Qingping smiled, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he became more and more unpredictable: "I never thought that I would meet a colleague." The words of the wind and horses and cows were confused, and they looked at each other. Only Hu Zhun stepped back with a strange knife in his hand.

Yan Lingchuan turned his head to look at Mu Chenhao, who was scorching behind him, and the child's mouth was deflated: "Words are heavy." ”

Fang Qingping squinted with a smile: "How can it be?" After asking a few questions one after another, Fang Qingping paused and spoke again:

"Immortal Daoist. ”