Before the three of them could see clearly, the cyan phantom like a long snake had already approached them. And at the tip of this strange apparition, there was a straight, black object about an inch wide and more than two feet long, which seemed to be made of some kind of dark iron, like a chilling snake letter.

The green snake spit out the letter, the name of this move, is indeed very vivid and appropriate.

The speed at which it is lightning fast and impossible to see at all, the precision with which it hits the key points and the key points, and the ferocity with which it does not hesitate or relent, are all similar to the movements of snakes. In particular, this folding fan can launch a continuous sharp attack, just like a black and purple snake hyacinth is constantly expanding and swallowing!

At the beginning, in the face of Zhang Xing, the second master of the Black Tiger Hall who had the glory of a six-star swordsman, Xue Yu relied on this green snake to spit out the letter, and fired three blows in a very short time, and smashed the opponent's wrist, elbow and shoulder three muscles with a dark iron folding fan. Later, in the Guigu Flower Forest, he also used this trick to break the right arm of the Demon Flower Demon Maiden, and raided her back, sealing the evil magic door that released the vampire bat.

Now, this handsome young man in green shirts, with the help of his whimsical and strange footwork, rushed to the side of the three brocade clothes like a gust of wind, and used the killing move of the green snake to spit out the letter.

"Be careful!"

The goatee, that is, Uncle Shum screamed, intending to remind Ming Tsai, who was standing on the outermost side with his back to the street.

But it was too late.

Before the words fell, I saw that Mingzai's kid had a crooked neck and a flick of the lantern, and he let out an "ah" and burped on the spot.

(PS: Please forgive the author for occasionally being lazy.) This brocade-clothed man who only left a nickname and didn't even explain his appearance just appeared in a bubble, and was hooked by Lord Yama to his soul. Of course, halfway through the dragon set, he finally got a line, although there was only one "ah" word. Those hundreds of dingjia who died in vain in the Qingniuling mountain road, as well as the many passers-by who rotted into manure at the bottom of the valley, as well as the dead bodies and human heads that are still hanging on the city wall and fluttering in the wind, if they can still hear the above complaints, they may express serious dissatisfaction. ）

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What kind of martial arts is so powerful? I have never heard of such a powerful master in the Jialanxue family.

This unpreparedness at the moment is very much like Van Gogh's last painting. The crow, hidden in the golden wheat field, was startled by a loud cry, fluttered its black wings and scattered in all directions, rushing towards the dark blue night sky of death.

Same as the two elders of seven catties and six catties and Songshi, Uncle Cen also has the glory of a five-star swordsman, but because he won the weight of Lu Zikun of the Sword Sect of Bailu City, he was awarded a high-ranking official Houlu and promised a bright future, so this lean middle-aged man can command other swordsmen and swordsmen of the same level or even higher, so he has developed the bad habit of being arbitrary and commanding. Seeing that his own people were in love with the two old men in purple, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, so he took the rest of his subordinates and surrounded them like wolves, planning to find a vacancy to make a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard by the cyan phantom that drifted at great speed.

"!!"

As soon as this scolding popped out, I felt a cold wind coming from the left, and I didn't have time to look at it, and there was already a "clanging" in my ears!

But the bald head stepped forward from his side and swung his sword to block it for himself. Uncle Cen took the opportunity to pull away and dodge to the right, sighing in his heart.

However, just by swinging the sword, the bald head fell into blood mold and became a substitute for the dead. He felt the long sword in his hand turn into a long, thin iron needle, striking a heavy magnet. At the same time, he was even more horrified to find that the divine breath in his body was suddenly like water in a whirlpool, and it was being sucked away by the green shadow very quickly and irresistibly!

- What kind of weird hex is this?!

A pale, helpless fear flashed through my mind, as if I saw my childhood hometown, a white kite with a broken string in the sky...... Immediately after that, there was a clicking sound in the neck, and the whole scalp was like a pinprick stinging pain...... After that, I saw the lantern fall to the ground, the bald head rolled its eyes, and its body was paralyzed, and I also went to report to Lord Yama.

Uncle Cen couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, and the goatee on his jaw trembled.

In just a moment, the other party killed two Jinyi cadres in seconds! You must know that Ming Tsai and the bald head are both four-star swordsmen, no matter how bad they are, they will not be killed by ghostly phantoms before they can complete a move. Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that even the other party looks like, how to make moves, whether it is a human or a ghost, and so on, is completely ignorant and clueless!

A huge dark cloud enveloped his heart, prompting Uncle Cen to habitually instigate his nose. This time, however, he was not at all like a wolf that smelled blood, but a wolfdog with his tail between his legs and his head bowed and growling.

Perhaps disrupted by these two surprise attacks, the four swordsmen who were fighting on the side invariably restrained their hands and feet, and the galloping green shadow also stopped in front of them.

In the flickering lights, I saw a green shirt slightly whisking, and a folding fan swaying gently, but it was a handsome and beautifully dressed young man.

"Who are you?"

Uncle Cen clenched his long sword tightly, and he was still holding the last lantern in his left hand. Several of the others had been burned in the fighting, leaving ashes scattered everywhere. Of course, his current mood was the same as that of the only remaining lantern, sincere and uneasy.

"Don't ask us, are you from White Deer City?" Shi Zhongyue raised his sword eyebrows and asked sharply.

When Uncle Cen saw that the other party knew him, he was even more worried, and couldn't help but secretly wonder: The fine-haired kid has been gone for a long time, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? Alas, we must call the black skins...... It seems that this group of people should have broken the gate and broken in from the outside, so they don't have to worry about "that". But just now, the young man in the green shirt used an unheard-of trick, and the skills of the two purple-clothed old men are not shallow, and the three of us are all at the level of sword masters, and we are at a disadvantage in comparison. Besides, there is a tall boy wearing a hat behind it, and he has never moved or said a word until now, I don't know what the bottom is. If you just do it, I don't think it's good. It's better to find a way to hold them back first...... While thinking about how to deal with it, he bluffed his chest, which can be regarded as acknowledging the identity of White Deer City.

On the dark red brocade robe, there was a round patch suit, which was embroidered with a fierce black eagle with wings and claws, soaring above a colorful mountain and sea.

Seeing that the other party rolled his eyes and refused to answer, Shi Zhongyue's eyes were almost split, and he blew his gray beard and said angrily: "You beasts! How dare you offend my Garan and commit such inhumane atrocities!"

"Atrocities?" Uncle Cen had already made up his mind, and he planned to delay as much as possible, squinting his eyes and scorning: "Presumably you are from Jialan City? Hehe, where should I start with this? If you want to blame it, blame your head Xue for not knowing what to do, and refusing to return the secret recipe for thundering the sky, and secretly practicing demon arts, and falling into evil, causing the heavens to be angry and resentful." Let me tell you, half a month ago, there was a sudden flood here, and then the plague was rampant, and the city was empty of ten households and nine empty, and countless people died. It's all the perverse actions of Master Xue, who have caused these disasters, but you say that we are committing atrocities?"

"What?!"

"Look at the dead bodies and the heads of the people at the gates, all of them are missing arms and legs, or they have their eyes gouged out, and they have marked them with a red pen. Those are all fellow members of the Xue clan, as well as the guards in the mansion. Just because the head of your family didn't listen to the admonition and insisted on practicing witchcraft, dozens of people under the door went crazy one after another and killed each other. Seeing that the scene could not be contained, he took the rest of his family and fled from the city. Before leaving, he detonated all the fire mines in the stockpile, blowing up countless houses. This time, we are on the orders of the Sword Sect Venerable, and we have united heroes from all walks of life to crusade against this sinner who has no way or virtue, and we have to ......."

"Fart!" Shi Zhongyue was already furious, and before the other party finished speaking, he raised his voice and scolded: "Master Xue's martial arts are world-renowned and respectable, how can he secretly learn any magic and be evil for no reason? It must have been plotted by you villains." These people were clearly killed by you, and now they are making up these absurd and nonsensical arguments to confuse the public and turn black and white upside down! You guy who is full of nonsense doesn't need to talk much, and accept your life!" After scolding, he raised his sword and wanted to cut forward.

"Okay! It's useless to talk to you old man. Uncle Cen said in his mouth, but secretly looked at the two blackbeards beside him, seven catties and six catties, now they were clenching their long swords, and they were on guard......;

As soon as the words fell, from the darkness at the end of the long street, a bunch of boiling voices and lights poured in, but there were hundreds of heavily armed Ding Jia, led by thirteen brocade men on horseback, armed with spears and short swords, lanterns, and torches, and rushing in a fierce manner.

Seeing this, Yang Ao immediately pulled out the Xuanhei Broken Blade and stepped forward. Because he was worried that the mysterious person who released the cold arrow would secretly attack again, he had been covering Zhang Bo and his sister just now.

The long street, which was once bleak and desolate, has now become a busy land and water wharf.

Let's briefly compare the strengths of the two sides.

On one side, there were eight mules and horses, but half were mules on their feet, six men, one-third of whom were ordinary people who did not know martial arts, and four weapons, including two long swords, a folding fan, and a broken sword.

On the other side are thirteen war horses, all fat and strong, more than 100 people, and all of them are martial arts people with swords, and they also occupy an absolute advantage in numbers, and they are crowded with the long street, and they can't see the end at a glance.

How to fight this battle?