Chapter Eighty-Seven: The people of the rivers and lakes die

Zhu Chenhuan's shot was extremely hidden, that is, the dart masters who slashed and killed the bandits with their own hands did not find it, he did not move a step in place, but the sand grains had come out of more than 100 places, causing people's hearts, and the sand particles stopped outside the clothes, and the sword qi poured into the meridians, cutting off the heart qi, so that these bandits were actually dead and could not die anymore the moment before they were slashed and killed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was cautious, this time he went out incognito, just to be able to arrive in the country of Aolai smoothly, although the process is not destined to be smooth, but to be able to go one more step and then reveal his identity, it can be regarded as earning. So even if it's to help kill someone, no one can find any clues.

Even if someone comes to examine the corpse in the future, after seeing those shocking knife wounds or sword wounds, as long as they do not use their vitality to feel the overflow of the meridians in the deceased's body, they will not suspect themselves.

He exhaled lightly, and saw that the momentum of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau climbed up after killing nearly 100 bandits, so he stopped shooting, helping one or two, and never helping three or four, this is the principle of doing things, and it is also the personal teaching of the old pig during the three-year travel.

According to what the old pig said, if you help other people do all the things, that person will know that you have the ability to help him do things, if you encounter the same thing in the future, you no longer take the initiative to help, that person will begin to complain about you, hate you, and take your help to do things as a matter of course.

Raising his gaze, looking at the two darts that were fighting, perhaps because he found that his side had too many casualties, the two bandit masters were also impatient, and they no longer sought stability and properness in action, but killed step by step, and made desperate moves.

The one-eyed dragon man played a big knife majestic, the knife was like a whirlwind, spinning and stabbing He Wei's heart, He Wei's two plate axes collided with it, and then he heard a muffled snort, and the crotch mount took a step back, and the one-eyed dragon man suddenly slapped one hand on the horse's back at this moment, and the whole body rose into the air, and the big knife in his hand was like a tiger descending the mountain, with a mixed killing machine, and he Wei was slashed down to the head of the declining He Wei, the momentum was amazing, as if a knife could split the mountain and the ground, so that He Wei's face was shocked, and he knew that he couldn't resist it, so he gritted his teeth and fought for his life。

The one-eyed dragon's only remaining eye showed a trace of cold light, the corners of his mouth were hooked, with a sneer, just about to dodge the plate axe sideways, and at the same time, when the big knife slashed off the head, he only felt a pain in his heart, and the pupils of one eye shrank, and he lost his brilliance in an instant.

At this time, He Wei's plate axe also happened to slash over, and it happened to hit the heart of the one-eyed dragon at once, and the force was so great that it even took the body of the one-eyed dragon to stop the momentum, and moved two inches backwards in the air before falling down in front of He Wei, shaking a lot of dust.

"One-eyed!"

The scar-faced strong man who fought with Han Shuanglong and made a mace screamed in pain, his eyes were as wide as lanterns, his whole body trembled violently at this moment, and the whole person seemed to be crazy, the mace was thrown horizontally and vertically, the momentum was huge, and the air seemed to be shaken at this moment.

Before Han Shuanglong opened the dart game, he was a wandering guard of the powerful ghost army of Shiyu Kingdom, with amazing strength, he could open three stone bows, although he could not penetrate Yang in a hundred steps, he could accurately shoot anything that moved at a distance of a hundred steps, and he was also a highly valued soldier like an archer before the ghost army retired.

After retiring, he opened a dart game and began to practice swordsmanship, but it was too late to learn swordsmanship, although he inherited the swordsmanship of a famous teacher, he could still only get a seven-minute five-point god, compared to the bow and arrow skills that the military camp relied on to survive, it was really not a little worse.

But the scene he is in now can't let himself use the bow and crossbow technique, he can only be forced to use a short sword to resist the enemy, and the spinning sword style swordsmanship has no chance to be used, from beginning to end there is no moment of respite, at this time Scarface saw his companion die, under the agitation of his heart, the move was even more ruthless, so that he had pain in his heart but could not tell, and it became more and more difficult to block.

"Darthead, I'll help you!"

He Wei suddenly drove his horse forward, two plate axes hard against scar-faced mace, both of them are this kind of amazing strength, the mace and the plate axe collided, just like a mountain rock rolling down, the momentum was even greater, every time they collided together, they could see sparks splashing around, as for the sound of metal fighting, it was constantly buzzing in the ears.

With He Wei's help, Han Shuanglong finally had a little respite, he took the opportunity to take a look at the scholar who had been watching coldly, and saw that this person had already received the feather fan, his brows were furrowed, his face was gloomy, and he obviously didn't expect the loss to be so big.

Taking advantage of the man's contemplation, Han Shuanglong suddenly returned the short sword in his right hand to the sheath, held the bow and crossbow in his left hand, and pulled out the feather arrow in his right hand.

"Huh?"

The big boss of the village dressed as a scholar suddenly raised his head, and saw the feather arrow flying towards him, his brows not only frowned again, but there was no trace of panic on his face, only to see his feather fan patted, his head tilted, and the feather arrow that could accurately shoot himself was suddenly changed its route and shot into the reckless yellow sand behind the bandit leader.

Han Shuanglong saw that the blow missed, and there was no annoyance on his face, he put his bow and drew his sword again, the sword swirled like a kite, spinning in an indescribable way in his hand, dazzling, and the faint sword aura lingered on it, and it made the eyes of the bandit leader who looked like a scholar widen, as if to confirm the authenticity of the sword qi, but when he saw Han Shuanglong rushing towards him without hesitation, he decisively ordered a retreat, and then glared fiercely at Han Shuanglong and the others who did not die tragically, with a gloomy look on his face, and said a cruel word: " The mountains do not turn around, today's hatred will be avenged another day, this desert, don't think about passing through!"

The bandits retreated, and the offensive and defensive battle was completely stopped.

Zhenwei Dart Bureau in this encounter, the damage is not too big, only five people died tragically under the bandits' knives, and more people were seriously or lightly injured, of course, this is all thanks to Zhu Chenhuan, if it were not for Zhu Chenhuan's secret help, killing one bandit after another, these Zhenwei Dart Bureau dart masters will lose half of the least, not to mention that the two darts can still check the battlefield unharmed at this time, and make up for those bandits who are not completely dead.

Looking around the battlefield after the war, watching the desert yellow sand continue to blow, covering the corpses one by one, and then looking at the dart masters who treated each other and stopped bleeding, Zhu Chenhuan did not have much sympathy and pity in his eyes, this is the law of survival in the rivers and lakes, even in the Buddha realm where all beings are equal with compassion, not to mention the even more terrifying demon world.

"Morning Child"

At this time, Han Shuanglong, the chief dart head of the Zhenwei Dart Bureau, suddenly walked over and said to Zhu Chenhuan with a fist.

Zhu Chenhuan smiled and nodded, but his face was a little pale, and the smile on his face was a little reluctant.

Han Shuanglong saw the changes in Zhu Chenhuan's expression, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "Let Gongzi be frightened, and ask Gongzi to get in the carriage and rest, this road will not be too smooth." ”

Zhu Chenhuan shook his head, he gritted his teeth and looked at these dart masters who groaned in pain, and said with a stubborn expression: "I study to help the country, if I can't even endure this pain, if I don't even have the courage to watch this fighting scene, how can I talk about ambition?

"Okay! Childe said it well, and my appetite!"

He Wei also walked over with two plate axes, and when he heard Zhu Chenhuan's words, he applauded loudly and gave Zhu Chenhuan a thumbs up.

Zhu Chenhuan's face was slightly shy, but he just nodded and hugged his fists.

Seeing that Zhu Chenhuan insisted, Han Shuanglong didn't say anything, but after reassuring Zhu Chenhuan, he turned around and went with He Wei to see the injured brothers, walked ten steps away, and made sure that Zhu Chenhuan couldn't hear their voices, He Wei said in a low voice: "Big brother, did he make the shot?"

Han Shuanglong glanced at He Wei, who was actually extremely delicate under the rough appearance, and then at the night that had already darkened in the distance, frowned slightly, and shook his head, "I haven't found anything for the time being, let's just treat him as an ordinary scholar first." ”

Zhu Chenhuan rode a horse and looked up at the sky, but in fact, he listened to all directions, Han Shuanglong's conversation was clearly heard in his ears, the corners of his mouth curled, and he shook his head slightly, the person who can walk the rivers and lakes is really not to be underestimated......

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