It is a terrible thing to encounter robbers in the dark night, but it is also very terrible for the robbers to hear such a cold voice just now! Everyone looked back and saw that everywhere the fire was shining, they saw a man with a cold expression with eyes like a torch on the road, walking step by step and without hurrying. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He was dressed in a green robe, with a pair of clogs on his feet, and a katana on his chest; he was of medium stature, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. If there is no expression on his face, it can be regarded as an expression, then his expression is the most terrifying expression in the world.

"Did you say that?" said one of the three minions closest to him, holding a torch aloft and shouting at his throat as if he was worried that people would not be able to see the road ahead.

So, the man stopped, looked at him coldly, "Yes!" he said coldly.

And now, it's not these minions and robbers who are really scared, but the two girls who have been captured by the minions. Because the two of them knew this man with a katana, and he was the terrible Oriental samurai Jiro Sato!

The minions looked at his outfit carefully, but they also felt very fresh, "King, he is an Oriental!" Immediately, the minion turned around and reported to the three kings on horseback.

"Well, you ask him, what do you mean?"

"Hey, what do you mean by that?" asked him.

"Let these two people go!" Sato Jiro said again, his tone still cold as frost, and his expression still cold as iron.

"Lord, he wants us to let these two girls go!" said the minions, turning to the three kings.

When the three kings heard this, they sneered, "Then you ask him what it is!" said the middle-aged man in a green robe on horseback.

Now, at last, the little minions have received a solid letter from the three kings! Obviously, what the king means by saying this is to ignore such meaningless people.

"Hey, man!" At this time, the minion who had received the king's dictation turned around again, and asked Sato Jiro in a provocative tone, "Our king asked me to ask you, what kind of thing are you......?"

As soon as the words came out, he knew that he was wrong, but he regretted it. No one could see how he drew the black katana he held on his chest, but everyone heard a clattering sound, and it seemed as if they saw a cold light shining in it.

And the throat of the minion who was talking to him just now obviously has a wound a little bigger than a fly at this moment. However, the other party's sword was already in its sheath, and he was still like this, quietly holding his katana to his chest, with a grim expression and eyes like a knife.

There was silence for about a quarter of an hour, until the minion with a knife wound to the throat fell to the ground, and all the minions were in a commotion.

"What's going on?" asked one of the three horseback kings at once.

"...... By...... Killed by him!" said the nearest minion next to the fallen minion, with a pale face and incoherent exclamation.

"Then what are you still stunned about, hack him to death!"

Before the words fell, the torches flashed, the knives were waved, and the minions were like a tide, enveloping Jiro Sato. But he was not panicked, very calm, the expression on his face never changed, and the cold light in his eyes never increased or decreased. However, the knife he pulled out with both hands made people feel for the first time that it was so terrible!

The narrow blade is slightly curved, and the sharp blade is only four inches wide, but it looks cold! And his movements with the knife are not very complicated, the left is just chopping, cutting, teasing, and pestle. However, with these few simple actions, every move kills one person, and everyone's knife wound is in the throat!

Among these minions, there are also some skilled people. However, whether it is a person with good skills or a person who is not good at all, when they fall, there is no accident because of these factors. And they just fell like that—one after the other, in droves.

However, this Sato Jiro's expression has never changed, like a stone—always a stone, and the gaze in his eyes has always been as cold as ice and snow, and he does not appear to be a trace of excitement or excitement, or sadness, because he has killed many people.

Moreover, when he drew the knife, he remained silent, like a mute man who was very engaged in the work of cutting turnips—attentive and meticulous! In a short time, more than two dozen minions had fallen.

There are still a little more than half of the minions left, but no one dares to take any more risks. People who are alive know that their abilities are not symmetrical with the Oriental man in front of them, and as long as they make a move, they will definitely die.

The three mountain kings also knew that asking all the minions to charge into battle at this time would only make their leadership prestige disappear, and at such a time, it was also time to show that the three kings were really talented. Otherwise, they will be suspected of being shrunken turtles by the world!

Still, it was the three kings who rode white horses and wore white robes who took the lead. He was very cautious about this matter, and he didn't do it like Ying'er, who bullied the carriage just now, and made a beautiful flying pounce, fully showing his heroic appearance in front of all the minions. In front of this Oriental, he can't do this, he has to be extra careful to deal with it.

He climbed down from his horse and stepped on the stirrups and walked towards Jiro Sato. Although the distance between them was only about twenty paces, he walked steadily, and every step made sure that he was in a very stable mood. Because, in this way, he can keep his mind at peace and his mind in a very sharp state. In this way, when he is about to fight with a strong enemy, he will not panic, and he will be able to make the most correct judgment and the most decisive response to the enemy's attack at any time!

He stopped within three paces of Sato, first focusing on the bloodied katana in Sato's hand, for it was the first time he had seen a weapon of this shape.

Unfamiliar things are always easy to make people scared for no reason, and when he looked at the thin blade in the other party's hand, some question marks appeared in his heart that could not be straightened! After that, he slowly moved his gaze to his face from the katana held by the other party.

Seeing that the other party's expression was a little cold, his heart chuckled again, as if to say: "Good girl, could it be that the people on the other side of the sea all jumped out of the cracks in the stones? Why is there no expression on that face!"

"What's your name?" he asked after a long time.

He didn't expect that the other party's attitude was very bad, and even the other party replied to him like this when he asked: "What are you talking about, let's go out of the knife!"

He could hear that the other party dared to speak like this, and he was absolutely confident! Therefore, a feeling of panic and uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart inexplicably. It's terrible, this state is in this state at this time, it's really a sign of death!

However, he is the three kings in the cottage, and he has been doomed from the first step of stepping off the horse, and there is no turning back on this trip, let alone a choice!

And so, he slashed his sword, and the light of his sword cut half an arc in the air, and before a circle could be drawn, it ceased forever! The wound on his neck was exactly the same as the wounds of so many minions who had fallen to the ground!

Presumably, at that moment, he will definitely die with a very dissatisfied resentment. After all, he himself is one of the three kings in the cottage, and when he is dying, how can the wound be equated with an ordinary minion! )