The black torches were held high in the air, and the originally narrow dirt road of Shili Street was suddenly illuminated as bright as day.

There are dozens of people gathered at the door of Mo Xiaohe's house, not like the ordinary brave and ruthless gangsters and thieves in the market, obscene, chaotic and disorganized.

Dressed neatly dressed in black and holding neat standard broadswords, they looked like a group of cold-blooded killers without any hesitation

Bang!

As the door of Mo Xiaohe's house was knocked open.

The tranquility of the night on Shili Street was shattered.

The sound of the old wooden door hitting the floor was like a thunderbolt, and the dust fell from under the beams...... A sword light flashed in the dust rain under the low eaves.

The sound of scattered footsteps, the roar of metal cutting through the sky, and the impact of long swords and scimitars sounded unquietly on the calm ten-mile street.

The man in black kept charging towards Mo Xiaohe's house, and then kept falling.

The door of Mo Xiaoyan's bedroom was still closed, as if it were empty.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, the blood of the man in black stained Mo Xiaohe's white clothes like water and moonlight.

I couldn't hear half of the screams and cries of fighting.

The head of a man in black slipped from Mo Xiaohe's sword and smashed to the ground like a coconut falling from a high altitude...... The eyes with the black mask head were still open with tears of heart, and there was no fear, no anger, only lonely death.

The tip of a knife plunged into Mo Xiaohe's left shoulder.

Mo Xiaohe snorted, and the beautiful neat sharp oval eyes on Junxiu's face revealed a sense of determination.

Mo Xiaohe took a quick step back, and the tip of the knife inserted into his left shoulder splattered out with the gushing blood.

From different directions, the tips of several knives pierced Mo Xiaohe's eyes, hands, feet, and body were close to Mo Xiaohe.

Suddenly, a fat body blocked in front of Mo Xiaohe, and the owner of this body was carrying a wooden door in his hand, and the wooden door was full of knife tips from the black-clothed man.

This fat man is Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze looked at the eyes of these black-clothed people, and felt a little stunned.

"Catch the robbers!"

At the same time, Aunt Chen's hoarse and trembling screams came from the next wall, like the hysterical cry of a dying person in the last moments.

The sound fell, and the pitch-black Shili Street suddenly lit up with thousands of lights.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boys, the young people in their twenties, the middle-aged people in their thirties, and the old men over forty years old, each carrying a big knife in their hands, rushed out of the door, and walked quickly in the direction of Aunt Chen's voice.

In the past few years, during the war between Daxia and the four countries, prostitutes and thieves broke out, and it was common for them to enter the village to steal chickens and dogs, or burn, kill and loot.

However, Shili Street, which has always been crowded and powerful, and the old men of Shili Street, who have never been bullied by people from other villages, are not angry with being bullied.

Even the stupid women in aprons dare to cut men with kitchen knives and belts.

The men who rushed over looked at the dozens of masked black-clothed men with Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze slashing at each other, and rushed forward one after another.

Shili Street is a rare big village in this area of Shili and Eight Townships, there are many people, many people, people from other villages come to seek revenge in the middle of the night with their faces covered, those who dare to come to rob without knowing how to raise a hoe, and even robbers who ride dog-headed horses, but also have been.

But who came to look for trouble, who were not frightened by the group of bare-shirted, dragging-knife-wearing, and fierce-looking men in Shili Street who were not human or ghost, and who ran faster than dogs?

The man who rushed to Shili Street still thought that the comer would not dare to fight back this time.

There are some old ladies with big hearts who are also wearing pajamas, hiding in the distance and watching carelessly, even the seven or eight-year-old little children, who are also bare-chested, revealing their thin and black bodies, stretching their heads and smiling.

With so many people on Shili Street, who would have thought that their own people would be defeated?

It was the obscene and despicable Anan, who was now also bare, dragging the one-meter-long knife, revealing his mouth full of filthy black teeth, and pretending to shout, "How can there be a thief! Lao Tzu hacked him to death! The guts are fat, and dare to make trouble on our Shili Street?"

After shouting, he remained motionless.

His mouth was still wide open, his long knife held high in the air seemed to be showing off his might, and his eyes were full of blood.

But there was blood on his neck.

A long knife pierced Anan's throat, and bright red blood silently spread out from his neck, silently flowing into the earth.

At the same time, no less than ten men from Ten Mile Street had already fallen.

Their family members were smiling and watching from a distance, as if they were laughing at the fact that the people in black were bold enough to come to Shili Street to cause trouble.

It's just that the numb smiles froze instantly.

Anan's eldest son stared blankly at his father who was killed in front of him, turned around and ran.

The slightly bloody ten-mile street man shouted and continued to charge.

Some of the effeminate women fainted on the ground.

The women turned around and went home, picked up the kitchen knives at home, and rushed into the battlefield like a cloak.

Aunt Chen curled up in the corner of her house, trembling all over, her white lips opened and closed, but she couldn't close them.

Her man, Zhang Hu's broadsword, was unsheathed and cut off the head of a man in black.

Aunt Ying hid in her bed, stood up her ears and listened secretly, never daring to go out.

Uncle Ying weakly climbed out of the quilt, rubbed his cloudy old eyes, coughed three times in a row, and finally took a long breath and jumped over the wall, and happened to slap a black man in the chest.

But two sharp swords pierced the old swordsman.

Uncle Ying squatted, as if he wanted to jump up and dodge like he did when he was young, but he couldn't exert his strength under his feet and staggered to the ground.

A knife that pierced Uncle Ying's body was blocked by Zhang Ze, who rushed in, and inserted into Zhang Ze's belly, which was full of fat and white flowers.

The other stalk pierced into Uncle Ying's chest and almost entered the heart.

Zhang Ze stunned the black-clothed man who stabbed him with a knife with a punch, gritted his teeth, and seemed to want to scold your mother.

Uncle Ying's face remained unchanged, he coughed, and pulled out the knife inserted in his chest with both hands, and the wrinkled old skin on his face shook with his suddenly erected body, like a willow leaf blown by the wind.

Uncle Ying stunned the man in black who stabbed him with a knife.

Then he opened his eyes wide, straightened his neck, stretched his legs, and put on the posture that he had overturned Lao Shrimp's three younger brothers ten years ago, as if he wanted to shout something.

But only a mouthful of pus and blood spurted out.

The heroic Uncle Ying fell to the ground like a rotten piece of wood.

There have been a lot of men on the ground who have fallen on Ten Mile Street.

But in the distance, there are many men, women, and children on Shili Street charging one after another.

Among the charging people were Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Hu.

The people on Ten Mile Street were red-eyed.

The man in black began to retreat.

The man in black picked up Zhang Ze, who was injured on the ground, and began to flee quickly.

knew that he couldn't beat him, but the people on Shili Street were still chasing after him like mad dogs.

The man in black mounted his horse.

The horses on Ten Mile Street have long been slaughtered.

The chase lasted several hours.

On the muddy dirt road, there is a tired Shilijie villager.

There were also corpses and blood all over the ground, and the wind was heard.

Sleepless nights.