The spear thrust forward, and the short soldiers waited for the opportunity to move.
This gang of cannibals formed a battle line and slowly approached.
Li Changan is also considered an experienced person in fighting. He has fought fierce battles with people, demons, and ghosts, but this is the first time he has encountered such an opponent in a formation.
His eyes were stern as he roamed over the thieves. Although the opponent cooperated skillfully and responded rigorously during the operation, Li Changan was still confident that he could stab anyone on the opponent to death within one breath, even Sun Zhong who was hiding behind the crowd!
But the problem is that after stabbing the opponent to death, he will inevitably be attacked by other enemies, and even fall into a tight siege. At that time, he will inevitably be stranded, or even capsize in the gutter.
For a moment, Li Changan felt like a tiger biting a hedgehog, unable to do anything.
He frowned and unsheathed his sword.
The thieves all took a step forward.
He adjusted his posture and prepared to attack.
The thieves all took a step forward again.
In the end, Li Changan did not step forward and force himself. Instead, he suddenly retreated behind the stove.
In the stove cave, there were seven or eight pieces of wood as thick as arms, half of which were supported outside the stove, and the other half were burning brightly inside the stove.
Li Changan glanced at Chai Huo, and Sun Zhong immediately guessed what he was thinking.
"Be careful."
Just as he reminded him, Li Changan had already grabbed all the firewood, picked it up and threw it towards the thieves.
Immediately, sparks flew everywhere.
But the thieves just waved their weapons to deflect the firewood, and the formation returned to normal after a moment of chaos.
As soon as Li Changan took a step forward, he immediately stepped back.
Seeing that there was nothing he could do, while the thieves were blocked by firewood, Li Changan turned around and ran back. That was the back door of the kitchen, and there was no way for the thieves to stop him.
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Sun Zhong did not panic, but showed a proud look.
"Qin Laoliu!"
He raised his voice and shouted.
"Ah hum."
A black man who looked like an iron tower came out of the back door. He held a big ax in his hand. The body of the ax was as black as paint and the blade was as white as snow. With a ferocious black face, he faced Li Changan and struck him in the middle without saying a word.
Li Changan was about to rush out of the back door when an ax suddenly appeared, as if he had sent himself onto the ax blade.
He was about to be cut in half, but Li Changan didn't even pause.
At the critical moment, he suddenly used the "iron bridge" move. The man seemed to be broken into two pieces out of thin air, and the big ax cut into a ball of air against his belly.
Li Changan waved his palms to support himself on the ground. Using this strength and exerting force on his waist, he twisted his body and stood up again.
Only when he stood still, the long sword in his hand was still pointed out diagonally, stabbing Qin Laoliu's knee socket.
The black man couldn't bear the pain and immediately fell to one knee on the ground.
"ah!"
He yelled, and before he could stand up, he felt a sharp cold touch on the back of his neck.
Li Changan looked up.
The rise and fall of the rabbit was too swift, as if in the blink of an eye, Li Changan reversed the situation from the point of certain death. The thieves' evil smiles were still on their faces, but the expression of the man who had been shot in the butt had changed.
Li Changan smiled coldly at them, and with force on his hands, the long sword penetrated the black man's neck.
"Crunch."
The door that was thrown open by Li Changan bounced off the wall and was about to be closed.
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The thieves' faces looked very ridiculous at the moment.
A ferocious and proud smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth, but anger was already emerging in his eyes.
"Brother!" The man who was shot in the butt cried out sadly, his eyes almost bursting with holes.
"I'm going to rip your skin off!"
If others said this, most of them would just express anger, but this person must really do this, and maybe he does it too.
With so much rage, how can one care about the formation?
Although he was still limping, he rushed to the front.
He knocked open the door with heavy shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw the body of the black man kneeling outside the door, and...a pair of cold eyes. What was even colder than these eyes was the tip of a sword approaching his eyes.
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The man staggered back to the kitchen, clutching his throat.
The thieves who followed immediately stopped, their faces full of surprise.
The black man and the man who was shot in the butt were both at the forefront of their skills, but they were both stabbed to death by the Taoist priest when they faced each other.
If I rush out rashly, can I survive under the Taoist sword?
For a moment, the thieves did not dare to take the lead, and Li Changan did not rush in. Only the thief was left holding his throat, staggering and struggling.
The atmosphere that had been murderous just now suddenly fell into an eerie calm.
But Sun Zhong suddenly changed his expression and shouted:
"Formation!"
Unfortunately, he woke up too late.
Li Changan had already curled up into a ball, flew in, and hit the chest of the man who was holding his throat.
Upon impact, the man's chest was filled with blood, which suddenly surged out from his throat and splashed three feet, covering the face of the black man's corpse. The body that was still twitching flew up at the same time and crashed into the crowd.
The formation of the thieves, which had already dispersed, was even more scattered before they had time to regroup.
Li Changan took advantage of the situation and rushed in!
With a sweeping sweep of his sword, he disemboweled an unprepared thief, turned around, and pierced the chest of another thief with his sword. The thief was unexpectedly brave. The sword passed through his chest, but he endured the severe pain and raised his hand to grasp the blade tightly.
Li Changan did not dare to tangle with him, so he simply let go of the hilt of his sword and reached out to take the spear that the brave thief let go.
The spear turned back a little.
"Click."
With a crisp sound, a thief who was about to attack with a simple knife immediately turned his left knee into a bag of broken bones.
He screamed and fell to his knees, but Li Changan walked straight past him. With a twist of the spear in his hand, he had already knocked away the hammer from the hands of a thieves who was fighting with both arms.
His face turned pale, he yelled and turned around to run away, completely ignoring his back being exposed to Li Changan's spear.
"snort."
Li Changan sneered.
"Rat."
With a wave of his hand, he threw the spear through the air, penetrated the back of the fleeing thief's heart, and nailed him to the wall without losing strength.
He glanced at the remaining thieves, but they were all scared out of their wits, trembling and afraid to step forward.
There was a trace of ridicule on Li Changan's face. Shi Shiran picked up the hammer that fell on the ground. He turned back to the thieves with broken knees, raised the hammer, and exhaled loudly.
"drink!"
The hammer caught the fierce wind and hit his head.
The thief hurriedly raised his sword to block it.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and dust rustled down from the roof.
The hammer hit the knife surface hard, and then hit the thief's head with the knife on top.
"Boom."
There was another muffled sound.
Blood and water mixed with nasal mucus, tears, and brain matter burst out from the seven orifices!
The thief's hand dropped softly, and the knife slipped from his head and fell to the ground.
Li Changan said nothing and raised the hammer high again.
"boom."
It's like smashing a ripe watermelon. A small skull flew out horizontally, yellow, white, and red all splashed out and spread all over the floor.
Without looking at the broken head, he threw away the hammer, turned around and walked up to the brave thief. The look on his face was still ferocious and hateful, but he was already dead.
Li Changan held the hilt of the sword, turned the sword body, and then pulled it out.
Immediately, hot blood spurted out of his chest.
A few drops splashed high and landed on Li Changan's eyelids.
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There was blood all over the small kitchen.
Sun Zhong and the gang of thieves no longer looked ferocious. They just looked pale and clutched their weapons like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
Li Changan raised his eyes and looked at Sun Zhong with blood-stained eyes, without any expression on his face.
"I thought……"
He wiped the blood off his face, leaving some heat on his fingertips.
"Your blood is cold."
