The shouts of death and screams could already be heard from the bottom of the peak, and Xin Zhuo felt that the moment to decide his fate had arrived.
This feeling is like holding a whole piece of gold, but before you have time to have fun, you start to get beaten up.
So, just like the five bandit subordinates, they are upright and face life and death calmly? It's not impossible. Anyway, this life comes with the second life, but it just feels a bit stupid.
Giving away people's heads together did not stir up any waves, and there was not even a moved audience. The most recorded in the local county annals was: two villages fought fiercely, and one village was wiped out.
A proper villain incident.
Why bother? A gentleman does not stand on dangerous walls.
Damn it, the bandit subordinates actually have such a rare quality, it seems that they are a bit greedy for life and afraid of death.
What if you run away? The sacrifice to the spirit is gone and everything starts from scratch. How will we live in the future?
What if you stay? What if Cui Ying'er and the other five relied on the terrain to repel the opponent? There is still time to live well, and I have hope for Yuejing. It will not be difficult to make a comeback with five consecutive kills against the wind.
What a tangle!
The next moment, he had no choice.
"Go and block the road behind, kill them all, leave no one behind!"
A rough, bloodthirsty and excited roar came from outside the village.
Then there was a burst of messy footsteps in front of them. Cui Ying'er and the others were back, they had escaped.
The good news is that no one is dead, but the bad news is that they are being chased and chopped down, everyone is injured, and the blood stains the clothes.
Losing unexpectedly fast.
It’s really delicious and loyal!
Dozens of men in shabby clothes, carrying broken knives and broken swords, and with ferocious expressions followed closely behind and started to kill. Although the formation was in a mess, the momentum was very scary.
This was the first time that Xin Zhuo really saw the bandits in Hungry Wolf Village. He looked at them carefully. They were really ugly, dirty, and ferocious. Especially their numb, bloodthirsty and inhuman eyes perfectly explained what it means to be a desperado. If the gangsters from the previous life saw him, they would probably be scared to death.
In a daze, Cui Ying'er and others had already retreated into the gate of the village, unable to retreat.
Several people took the time to look back and found the master in a daze, and couldn't help but look sad.
No one escaped?
"Confucius said, why the hell didn't you run away? Aren't you afraid of death?"
There was a scar on Han Qiniang's left arm that was as deep as the bone, and there was also a blood mark on her forehead. Half of her face was dyed red with blood. Originally, Xiaojiabiyu's appearance was like a Rakshasa. This roar was even more heartbreaking and hateful. Not steel.
"oh……"
In fact, I am quite afraid of death, but I also have little confidence and difficulty in choosing.
Xin Zhuo felt a little numb.
At this time, he discovered that two figures were bouncing towards him.
A tall man with a square face, a big beard, a sturdy back and a heavy waist, carrying a ring-headed knife.
One is thick and fat, with a big belly and a round waist, one eye, messy hair, and is carrying a door axe.
Before anyone arrived, the terrifying momentum, the smell of blood, and the stench of sweat from not taking a shower all year round were already hitting our face.
"Xin Zhuo, the two heads of Hungry Wolf Village have passed by, run!"
Cui Ying'er fought off the two men with all her strength, and was about to rush to the rescue when she was surrounded by a group of people again.
The remaining four people were trapped in a bitter encirclement and fighting.
This was the first time that Xin Zhuo heard someone call him by his name, which was quite pleasant. Then he had to face the two people who rushed in front of him.
These two have very distinctive looks, and their expressions are even more terrifying. From a close distance, you can clearly see the bad tattoos on their chests, the hair that protects their hearts, the dandruff in their messy hair, and the big yellow teeth in their slightly open mouths.
I just don’t know which one is Chai Donghu and which one is Soaring Cannon?
"Are you the good grandson of Old Man Xin? The new head of Fulong Village?" The man with the ring-shaped sword stared at him and said harshly.
"My good grandson is the title of my ancestor. It's a little inappropriate for you to say that."
Xin Zhuo glanced at the five subordinates who were covered in blood, and rolled up his already rolled up sleeves a little higher.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The two looked at each other, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world, and couldn't help laughing.
From their wanton laughter and bloodthirsty and perverted eyes, Xin Zhuo could completely understand the teasing and toying with their hearts before killing their prey, and said: "This is not funny, is it? Is there something wrong?"
The man holding the sword stopped laughing and said coldly: "I have long heard that Old Man Xin has a grandson who is a geek who studies. Today, when I saw it, it turned out to be the case. Half of his head fell off, and he actually picked up the article. It's interesting!"
"I'm actually speaking in vernacular, so you have no cultural misunderstanding." Xin Zhuo reminded.
The expressions of the two of them were stunned. The man holding the ax on the door panel raised the ax and started to chop.
"Wait a minute!" Xin Zhuo took a step back and reached out to stop him.
The man carrying the ax couldn't help but was startled, and his movements paused: "What are you waiting for? You will die sooner or later. Do you think that what you said can persuade me to spare your life?"
"No, it's just my first time to fight with someone. I'm a little nervous. I forgot to take a knife. I want to take a knife and fight you again. This seems fair. We are all in the same industry. If you don't know how to do it, I won't give you any face. Come on, say it and make people laugh." Xin Zhuo tried to walk back into the house.
"Is there such a thing? Hahaha..."
The two laughed again, "Zi Yue, who has no martial arts skills, does he think that taking a knife can change anything? He is so childish and ridiculous."
No martial arts?
Can't they see that I am inferior to the eighth grade? Yes, it must be the function of Wangyuejing, which can block my level? No wonder Cui Ying'er and the others didn't notice it at all, thinking it was because of their low level.
With force, others can't see it, it's a passive show-off buff.
Xin Zhuo finally touched his Yan Ling knife with a gap, picked it up, and walked back to the door: "Then... we can start now!"
The two men outside the door looked at each other and felt that...the other's preparedness to die was a little less satisfying and a little more weird.
"Fuck you!"
He was still a man with an axe, and he aimed the ax at Xin Zhuo's neck, fast and hard, and shouted in passing: "Boy, don't be a bandit in the next life!"
Xin Zhuo said nothing, but returned the knife seriously.
There was no logic in the chops made by the knife, it was a mess, like a white man with no martial arts skills.
[The messy and confusing dog-like sword skills. 】
Hey, this man with bad sword skills and an axe, has a trace of cruelty and excitement in his eyes.
next moment:
The sharp blade was like white stripes in the waves, and the ax flashed past.
"Clang!"
The ax fell to the ground.
The cruelty and excitement on the man's face were still there, but the four fingers of his right hand holding the ax were neatly cut off, and there was a deep blood mark on his neck, from the left artery to the right artery.
Then the expression on his face disappeared and turned into one of horror and confusion.
"Gugu..."
He seemed to want to say something, but all he spat out was blood mixed with saliva.
"boom!"
The body fell heavily to the ground.
The neck is only connected to a pitiful bit of skin.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
The man with the ring and the first sword, who was watching the battle comfortably on the side, blinked blankly and took three steps back quickly, his hair standing on end.
He would have a hard time digesting what just happened.
Some of the bandits fighting in front saw the scene here and stopped fighting in surprise, which then caused a chain reaction and everyone stopped.
Cui Ying'er and the other five people had a rare chance to breathe. They also looked here with the same blank expressions.
"Master said" is not dead? On the contrary, one of the two heads of Hungry Wolf Village is lying?
what's the situation?
Xin Zhuo looked quietly at the corpse and head at his feet. His clothes were splashed red by the opponent's blood. He was still holding the knife, and the blood on the tip of the knife was dripping down the blood groove.
The stimulation of hacking people and the penetration of corpses gave him a strange feeling of numbness in his scalp. He endured it, pointed at the corpse, and asked the dazed man with a sword beside him with difficulty: "Who is he?"
Although I killed one, I don’t know whether it was Chai Donghu or the "Sky Cannon". This is very important.
An eighth-grade and a ninth-grade, the former represents leapfrog, and the latter represents normal performance.
"He's a cannon to the sky!"
Chai Donghu answered simply, the hand holding the knife was so tight that it turned white, and his body was trembling slightly.
He still hadn't figured out how the "Sky Cannon" died.
Before "Sky Cannon" became a bandit, he was a gangster who licked blood with his blade. Although his rank was low, it was just a matter of fundamentals. His sophisticated attack methods and life-saving methods were not ambiguous at all. He once escaped from two eighth-level elite agents. Life, fame resounds everywhere.
Even if he wanted to kill the "sky cannon" with a single blow, it would be a fantasy, and he might have to fight ten or eight times.
This "Confucius" is obviously a white man, without any martial arts.
But the "Sky Cannon" actually died neatly and tragically under the opponent's knife.
What’s the explanation?
He was distracted just now, and he missed the exchange of moves between the two for a moment. He was only thinking about the two beautiful female thieves in Fulong Village. Do you want to stay?
Could it be that the "Confucius" in front of me was a high-grade or even high-grade master?
