When the old man selling potatoes slipped down the wall like a pile of mud, the other five middle-aged men just arrived, as if they had undergone some kind of training, they raised the flat pole in their hands in unison, and smashed it down at Hong Qingyi, without any pity at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And that's not all. Almost at the same moment, on the two old and cold high walls, two rows of archers in black clothes and black pants suddenly appeared, both pulling bows and arrows, the goal was very clear, and they were all aimed at Hong Qingyi.

Obviously, their ultimate goal is to let Hong Qingyi, a girl, say goodbye to the world.

The five bars were all black and black, as if they had been painted, and when they cut through the air, they whined and the metal was heavy, and it turned out to be iron flats!

The students who were overwhelmed by large and small goods couldn't help but be extremely depressed, didn't they all say that the control of metal utensils in the Yuan Dynasty was very strict, what a drop, the cadres of the relevant departments of the management had a contemptuous attitude towards their work!

A few behemoth-like big families have been able to obtain the honor of being an exception to the definition of money that can make ghosts grind, and they can do it with metal swords in their hands, so forget it, how can even ordinary peasants be able to draw iron flat burdens casually, should they be so extravagant?

Weapons are good things. Whether in the era of hot weapons or in the age of cold weapons, weapons are the most important factor in determining the victory of a battle.

Of course, our great leader Mr. Mao said that weapons are a very important factor in war, but it is people who ultimately determine victory.

Some people, even if they have a knife in their hands, and when they face a powerful opponent, the effect will be discounted, just like a baby who has just learned to walk is carrying a kitchen knife and wants to cut an adult, will the adult be afraid?

The five middle-aged men are naturally not as fragile as the baby, on the contrary, they are very good, and they can pour a flat pole into the sweeping, sweeping, and pressing in the stick technique, the stabbing, teasing, and plucking in the marksmanship, the handing, squeezing, and sticking in the swordsmanship, and the splitting, hanging, and belt in the knife technique, all these techniques cannot be so skillful without immersion for more than 20 years. Needless to say, the five middle-aged men are all masters.

However, Meng didn't worry about Hong Qingyi's opponent of the five of them, all he was worried about was the archers on the high wall who were eyeing the arrows at any time.

The archers are waiting, the five people below can successfully solve Hong Qingyi, then forget it, if unfortunately they are heroic, then, the arrows in their hands will be shot out of the string immediately, and the resulting arrow rain can bury Hong Qingyi immediately.

Meng sighed softly, a little helpless.

In his previous life, he crossed over here because of the mission to kill some people who had nothing to do with him, and for various reasons, he started killing people again. Truth be told, he was against violence and blood, and he knew that violence often resulted in more violent feedback. However, he summed up a certain definition very rationally and clearly, that is, for some people, it is impossible to cut off his continued entanglement thinking without violence and blood.

When Hong Qingyi mingled with the five middle-aged men, classmate Meng gently shook off the goods hanging on his body and fell to the ground with a clatter, and suddenly, classmate Meng's high-end handsome image appeared as gorgeous as Ultraman.

The two rows of archers on the high wall suddenly opened their mouths in disbelief.

Oh, too, how could such a handsome young man be a coolie for Hong Qingyi?

This girl is too unsophisticated, so is it good to bury a handsome young guy?

Hong Qingyi, this girl is not generally bad, and she is very cruel!

At this moment, what everyone was thinking about was not the change factor that would guide things when Meng appeared at this moment, but for Meng Classmate.

Of course, they will compare their hearts to each other and think about the role reversal: handsome guys like Rumeng are going to be ruined and reduced to her Hong Qingyi's carrying coolies, then, ordinary people like them, how terrible the treatment should be, which makes people shudder!

Cruel bad girl, you will be punished for being so bad with a handsome guy!

Bad girl, your retribution has come.

Bad girl, you damn it!Dream classmate was speechless, in his imagination, everyone saw his shining debut, even if there was no warm applause and beautiful flowers, at least they should add some surprised and surprised expressions to their faces, who knows, all of them are full of pity and sympathy, and they are actually quite aggrieved, eh, what is the situation?

Could it be that his appearance has really been perfected to the realm of harmlessness of six animals?

Although Meng was a little moved, he was more dissatisfied: I haven't said it N times, people who drive a good car may not be good people, and people with good eyebrows and good looks may not be beautiful!

The experience that our ancestors have accumulated after suffering a lot of heavy losses has warned us again and again that people should not be disgraced!

Why are you so easy to discard the precious things left by your ancestors?

That's a great disrespect to the ancestors!

was so disrespectful to the ancestors, at this moment, classmate Meng felt very sad.

In order to give them an important warning, they can only be punished severely.

Back then, he was mischievous and added some boos to the old man's wine jar, and then, hanging from the pine tree by the old man, he whipped him fiercely for a whole day with a potion rope that had been soaked in the quenching muscles and bones.

When it was over, he cautiously asked the old man, he already knew that there was a boo in the wine just by opening the lid, why did he beat him so hard?

The old man said lightly, the level of human memory is strange, it may be effective for mental blows, but with the passage of time, it will gradually be forgotten; Meng was not convinced: Aren't there still many prisoners who have been imprisoned for serious crimes, and after they have come out of prison, they still return to their old jobs, forget about punishment and ignore the law?

The old man sighed softly: Man, there is shame, there is desire, when his desire and hope completely cover up shame, then, not to mention the process of punishment in memory is blocked, and even for his own life, he has completely forgotten.

Meng asked at the time: So, what should be done to such people?

The old man's deep eyes flashed with a cold light, and he coldly spit out one word: kill.

The old man's meaning is very simple and easy to understand, rather than letting him repeatedly endanger the world and the people, it is better to let his life end completely.

Obviously, the archers on the high wall, they disdain the precious inheritance of the sages, this is a naked contempt for the 5,000-year-old civilization of China, this kind of mistake is very serious, if everyone is like this, the appearance of the past, the roots of Huaxia will be thrown away - the consequences created by the time are definitely not matched by the crime of killing 18,000 ordinary people!

Since they had all committed heinous crimes, Meng naturally didn't have any mercy.

Kill!

When Hong Qingyi's long sleeves fluttered, the sleeves were straight and straight, as if the entity was infused inside, but it was the legendary flowing cloud flying sleeves. When the soft sleeves and the iron flat shoulder intersected, there was a metallic sound:

Zheng Zheng!

Unable to resist the inertial centrifugal force caused by the force of the blow, the two iron poles decisively broke free from the shackles of their owners and flew into the sky.

The two men who lost their flat shoulders were shocked and kicked on their hind legs for a few steps, and then both of them fell to the ground with a soft butt under their legs, and at the same time "wow" spit blood, their faces were as pale as gold paper, and it seemed that the combat value was weakened to zero.

At this moment, the archers on the high wall all looked shocked, and suddenly, they all cheered up and waited for the battle.

At this moment, Meng walked into a high wall with his hands behind his back - please note that it was "walking", not violently smashing the wall to open a hole.

Dream classmate disappeared in front of everyone with ease and calmness like a leisurely stroll, oh no, it was the hard iron wall that was silently pierced through the hole of a human figure!

What's going on?

The archers' eyes widened, surprised, frightened, distrustful, and so on.

How could an ordinary person, a body of flesh and blood, pass through a three-foot-thick brick wall unscathed without any auxiliary tools such as an excavator or a mountain hammer?

Could it be that we are all gone, the young man just now is not an ordinary person, but a Laoshan Taoist priest?

However, even the Laoshan Taoist priest only communicates with the universe through the spiritual power by reciting mantras to overcome the shackles of physics and pass through the wall, but he has never heard of a Laoshan Taoist priest who can penetrate through the wall by colliding with the wall with his physical body!?

A cowman who can easily "walk" past such a thick wall like papier-mâché, the archers instantly felt a chill down their spines, their wrists sank, and the arrows moved at the same time when their eyes shifted to find their dream classmates.

When the third middle-aged man was wrapped around her neck by Hong Qingyi's rolled sleeves and pulled to her side to block one of the men who smashed her head-on and made a great contribution to her persimmon-like rotten head, a dream classmate in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared on the high wall like a ghost.

His appearance, of course, forced everyone to focus their eyes on the body again, especially the archer who was closest to the dream classmate, and couldn't hold back the fear in his heart, and moved several steps to the side.

However, absolutely no one is ashamed to laugh at him, compared with life, the so-called dignity and confidence, courage or something, all pull aside and cool down!

And when the brother saw clearly that Meng classmate was no longer holding his hands behind his back, but pinching two tiles at random, he couldn't help laughing, his smile was naturally easy to explain, when it was twenty or thirty elite archers, as long as his fingers were loosened at the same time, twenty or thirty sharp arrows would immediately shoot at him at once, with two tiles, how many arrows could he block? Obviously, the brother began to laugh at him, and even, he was disdainful, it was a denial and contempt for the intelligence of classmate Meng, and he secretly felt sorry for this young man, how could such a powerful person have such an inferior intelligence, hey--but, his private regret did not last long, and he soon regretted it.

Because, classmate Meng didn't stand quiet for long when he stood on the high wall, but just swept a faint glance at Hong Qingyi under the high wall, and then Huo Ran moved.

In fact, it was difficult for most people to see how he moved, especially the brother who was closest to him, but he felt a faint green shadow flickering in front of him, and he seemed to automatically get into the arms of Mr. Meng, who hugged his waist with his left hand as if he had met an old friend in a foreign country-hey, so affectionate, in front of so many people, how embarrassing- However, at a close distance, he clearly saw that there was absolutely no trace of affection in the eyes of classmate Meng, but indifference, just like a roaring tsunami, she didn't care if you struggled for life or for your loved ones, or ruthlessly and coldly drowned you.

The brother who was hugged affectionately suddenly felt a hot and cold pain in his neck, and from the sharp feeling of the sharp weapon he suffered, he could instantly conclude that the sharp weapon that cut his carotid artery was the tile in the hand of classmate Meng!

The cold of death and the rushing blood finally made the brother regret it: a person's reading may not have much to do with IQ, but superb martial arts are definitely proportional to IQ - after all, people with high scores and low abilities are not nothing, but to practice a high and deep internal strength, without high wisdom and transparent understanding, it is easy to go crazy every minute.

The so-called, medicine does not kill people, people who are destined to die, and even the medicine of the world cannot cure them, and the medicine of regret is even more useless.

Meng used the Buddha's Vajra Nirvana Dafa to break through the wall, and flew up such a high wall, paying such a large amount of physical strength, and the result to be collected was naturally not to kill a person.

It is not said that it is a crime to kill one person, and it is a man to kill tens of thousands of people.

No one is happy to be a sinner or not, so in order to get rid of sinners, the only way to do this is to keep killing.

"Shoot the arrows!"

I don't know who screamed and shouted.

Arrows fly in the air - presumably, this is the copycat version of "let the bullets fly for a while".

Meng's left hand, which was hugging the corpse's back, had changed to burrow into the corpse's chest and grabbed its ribs, and the whole person stuck to the corpse, pushing it as if there was a pulley under his feet, and rushed towards the archers.

When the first wave of arrows fell, they had already been thrown away, but they didn't dare to launch the second wave, because Dream had already gotten into the group of archers here, and if they shot any more arrows, they would shoot their own people to death.

However, they quickly reacted, even if they stopped firing arrows, the archers on the opposite side would not be spared, so they raised their bows again and put on the arrows, however, in such a short moment, Meng had already completed something that surprised them very much:

Meng not only finished the archers on the opposite side, but even used arrows to string several corpses together to form a wall of flesh, and he hid in the wall of human flesh.

Even more frighteningly, he seems to have a bow and arrow in his hand - what are you kidding?

His martial arts like a devil, everyone can see it, and now that we have cover, we don't have anything to protect us from above and below, okay, in this way, haven't we all become targets for arrows, in this way, is fairness still there?

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all felt a huge anger, they have always trampled on the fair execution of other people's life judgments, and they have never felt the dignity and importance of fairness.

That kind of scene, it is as if a little person who has never been regarded as dust, when his life is severely tested, but he meets unexpectedly, and becomes the last straw to save his own survival qualifications, undoubtedly, how ridiculous!

Of course, the archers are wise men, and they know the truth that it is better to ask for others than for themselves. Since there is a lack of fairness, since we can't beg, then, we don't play, it's okay, right?

Isn't one of the rules of the killer said: whether it is successful or not, the lore strikes and retreats.

It can be seen that the archers are the elite of the elite, especially in the disadvantage, they retreat decisively and quickly, and they do a very tacit understanding.

Almost at the same time, he tiptoed to the ground, intending to hide in the old mansion behind the high wall.

Buzz - The sound of arrows off the string.

Puff p

Meng pushed against the wall of flesh, shook his head, and sighed helplessly: "Isn't it true that no one has ever told you not to give your back to the enemy easily?"

Hong Qingyi in the alley below just broke the neck of the last man, raised his delicate face, and said softly: "Sanshao, but I handed over my back to you in the morning, what do you think?"

Meng was silent for a moment, stared at her, and said, "Thank you." ”

Hong Qingyi smiled.