Chapter 8 The Style of Yidao Style
The cries of killing 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 people away together did not stir up any waves, and there was not even a moved audience. The most the local county annals recorded was: two villages fought hard, 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.
Tangled!
The next moment, he had no choice.
"Go and block the road behind, kill them all, leave no one behind!"
A rough roar with bloodthirsty and excitement came from outside the village.
Immediately there was the sound of messy footsteps in front of me. 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 their clothes are stained red with blood.
Losing unexpectedly fast.
It’s really delicious and loyal!
Dozens of men wearing rags, carrying broken knives and broken swords, and looking ferocious 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, which perfectly explained What do you mean by a desperado? The scoundrels in the previous life would probably be scared to death if they saw him.
In a daze, Cui Ying'er and others had already retreated into the gate of the village, unable to retreat.
A few people took the time to look back and found the master in a daze, with dark expressions on their faces.
No one escaped?
"Confucius said, why the hell didn't you run away? Aren't you afraid of death?"
Han Qiniang had a bone-deep wound on her left arm, and a bloody mark on her forehead. Half of her face was dyed red, and Xiaojiabiyu's appearance was now like a Rakshasa. This roar was even more heartbreaking, and she hated that iron could not be transformed into steel.
"Oh..."
I was about to make a choice, and you lost instantly. Do you blame me?
Xin Zhuo is 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 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 my face.
"Xin Zhuo, the two heads of Hungry Wolf Village have passed, run!"
Cui Ying'er fought off the two men 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 siege.
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 very close, you can clearly see the bad tattoos on their chests, the hair that protects their hearts, the dandruff in their messy hair, and their slightly open mouths. The rhubarb squid in it.
I just don’t know which one is Chai Donghu and which one is Soaring Cannon?
"You are the good grandson of Old Man Xin? The new boss of Fulong Village?" The man with the ring-shaped sword stared at him and said harshly.
"Good grandson is the name of the family ancestor. It is inappropriate for you to say so."
Xin Zhuo glanced at the five subordinates who were covered in blood, and rolled up his already rolled up sleeves a little higher.
"Ha, hahaha..."
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 their bloodthirsty and perverted eyes, Xin Zhuo could completely understand the teasing and toying with their hearts before killing their prey, and said: "Is it so funny?"
Carry ring head The man holding the knife stopped laughing and said coldly: "Of course it's funny. I've long heard that Old Man Xin has a geek grandson 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, and a three-year-old can understand it," Xin Zhuo reminded.
The expressions of the two men froze. 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 Zi said can persuade me to spare your life?"
“Not really, It was just my first time to cut someone with each other. I was a little nervous. I forgot to pick up the knife. Give me a chance to pick up the knife. This seems fair. We are all peers. If you don’t know, you won’t give me this little face. If you tell me, people will laugh. ." Xin Zhuo tried to go back to the house.
"There is still such a saying? Give you a chance!"
The two laughed again, "If you don't have martial arts, do you think that taking a knife can change anything?"
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 and show-off buff.
Xin Zhuo finally touched his Yan Ling knife with a gap, picked it up, and walked back to the door: "That's it!"
The two men outside the door looked at each other, feeling... This kind of prepared death is a little less exciting and a little more weird.
"Go to hell!"
It was still the man with the axe, and he hit Xin Zhuo's neck with the axe, fast and hard, and shouted in passing: "Boy, farewell in the next life. Become a bandit!”
Xin Zhuo didn’t say anything, but returned the knife seriously.
There was no logic in the knife's chops, it was a mess, like a white man without any 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 is like white stripes in the waves, the ax swings open and flashes 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 bloodstain on his neck, from the left artery to the right artery.
Then the expression on his face disappeared and turned into panic and confusion.
"Gugu..."
He seemed to want to say something, but all he spat out was blood mixed with saliva.
“Bang!”
The body fell heavily to the ground.
Only a little bit of skin is attached to the neck.
“唔唔唔……”
The man with the ring and the first sword, who was watching the battle comfortably on the side, blinked blankly and quickly took three steps back. His hair stood on end, and there was a chill on his back.
What just happened will be difficult for him to digest for a while.
Some of the bandits fighting in the 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, and they also looked here with the same blank expressions.
"Confucius said" is not dead? On the contrary, one of the two heads of Hungry Wolf Village is lying?
What's going on?
Xin Zhuo looked at the corpse and head quietly at his feet. His clothes were splashed red by the opponent's blood. At this time, he was still holding the knife, and the blood on the tip of the knife slid down the blood groove.
The stimulation of chopping 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 with difficulty to the dazed man holding the first sword beside him: "He Who is it? "
Although I killed one, I don’t know whether it was Chai Donghu or the "Sky Cannon". This is very important.
One is an eighth-grade and one is a ninth-grade. The former represents leapfrogging. The latter represents normal performance.
"He is a soaring cannon!"
Chai Donghu replied simply, but the hand holding the knife was so tight that it turned white, and his body was trembling slightly.
He still hasn't figured out how the "Sky Cannon" died.
Before he became a bandit, "Sky Cannon" was a gangster who licked the blood with his knife. Although his rank was low, it was just a matter of fundamentals. His sophisticated attack methods and life-saving methods were unambiguous at all. An elite detective escaped with his life, and his reputation spread throughout the country.
Even if I want to use a sword to end up with a "sky cannon", it is just a fantasy, and I might have to fight ten times or eight times.
This "Confucius" is obviously a white man, without any martial arts.
But the "Sky Cannon" was real. He died cleanly and tragically under the opponent's knife.
What’s the explanation?
He was distracted just now. He missed the moment of the two people's fighting. He was only thinking about the two beautiful female thieves in Fulong Village. Do you want to stay?
Could it be that the "Zi Yue" in front of me is a high-grade or even high-grade master?
(End of this chapter)