Chapter 439 Massacre of Ten Thousand Households
A scream rang out, and everyone’s expressions changed drastically, and they all turned their heads and looked back.
I saw a wealthy man in linen clothes with a long arrow stuck in his back. He stretched out his hand to everyone, as if he wanted to ask for help.
But the next moment, the man fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Everyone took a deep breath when they saw this, but before they could react, they heard the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" piercing the air, and then more than a dozen golden-feathered long arrows shot through the window and door. Shooting from outside, he instantly killed a group of less skilled gangsters.
At this time, looking outside the teahouse, there were more than a dozen men in black costumes coming towards me. The first man with tiger eyes and beard was holding a large carved bow in his left hand and shouted:
" Leave no one behind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so men in black behind him immediately got off their horses, each took their swords and swords, and went straight to the teahouse.
The people in the teahouse naturally couldn't sit still and wait for death as the first words of the man in black outside the door were to massacre everyone. Many people took their weapons and shouted loudly:
“Fight them!”
What was originally a peaceful teahouse turned into a purgatory-like battlefield in an instant.
Although there are many gangsters in the teahouse, their martial arts skills are uneven. Some people have only learned the three-legged cat stance. Four or five people together are not enough to stand against a man in black. Cut.
In just half a cup of tea, there were already many people with their heads missing, and there were screams in the teahouse.
Zhao Zimo's face was gloomy. He held a long sword in his hand and did not join the battle group. Instead, he shouted in a long voice: "Which brother is there outside the door? There must be some misunderstanding. Can you sell me the 'Tsing Yi Sword'? A face, Let's give it up for now!"
The man in black with tiger eyes and long beard laughed. He looked around and asked, "'Qingyi Sword'? Have you ever heard of it?"
The two men in black who were accompanying him shook their heads and replied in unison: "I've never heard of it!"
The man in black with tiger eyes and beard said with a sigh: "It seems that Qing Yi The name of the sword is not loud enough for me to stop!"
Zhao Zimo's face was livid, but he did not draw the sword angrily, but asked tentatively: "Who are you, and why do you want to do this? Can you tell me clearly about the person who massacred the teahouse?”
The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed and said, “Well, I’ll just let you be clear about it!” ‘Slaughter Ten Thousand Households’! As for the reason for killing you, it’s naturally because of the Lan family’s martial arts competition!”
Zhao Zimo suddenly said: “You are also going to propose marriage!”
Tu Wanhu smiled and said: "That's right! A certain family wants to kill all the people who come to propose marriage on the road, so that no one will compete with me. When I marry a beauty and get the Lan family's property, won't I be happy? ”
After saying that, he patted the horse With his back, he flew up and fell directly into the teahouse, shouting: "After talking all this nonsense to you, I can become a sensible person!"
Zhao Zimo's expression changed, but he did not draw his sword. To meet the enemy, he ran away instead!
Everyone in the teahouse originally expected him to confront the bandit leader Tu Wanhu, but they did not expect that the ‘Qing Yi Sword’ Zhao Zimo not only did not draw his sword, but actually turned around and ran away.
Tu Wanhu was also stunned, but then he sneered. He was holding two large black axes, and in just a flash, he came to the back of Zhao Zimo. "The surname is Zhao! Why are you running so fast? Let's take an ax from someone!"
Zhao Zimo couldn't help but feel the hair standing on end when he heard the sudden rumbling behind him. He couldn't dodge in a hurry, so he could only move his sword backwards and withstand Tu Wanhu's axe.
Ping!
A crisp sound came, and then Zhao Zimo's body flew backwards like catkins in the wind!
This was beyond everyone's expectations. There were many martial arts elites in the teahouse who were fighting hard, but they didn't expect that the famous Zhao Zimo would kill thousands of households with one move. Can't even catch it!
Tu Wanhu was also slightly surprised, but the practical experience he had developed over the years was: "If your opponent doesn't die, you must not take it lightly!"
Thinking of this, Tu Wanhu didn't hold anything back. Instead, he pursued the victory and rushed directly to the spot where Zhao Zimo's body fell. He raised the ax and killed the swordsman in green with one blow!
When Zhao Zimo's head rolled to the ground, Tu Wanhu came back to his senses and secretly thought: "Why is this 'Qing Yi Sword' Zhao Zimo so famous in the world, so vulnerable? ”
You must know that although Tu Wanhu was verbally insulting just now, these were his usual methods when confronting the enemy. He either flattered or belittled his opponent, but in short, he had to disturb his state of mind first. In fact, the reputation of "Tsing Yi Sword" was so great that even he was afraid of it, so he went straight to this person without any carelessness.
Unexpectedly, after just one move, the swordsman in green was hacked away by him with an axe. After that, he was unable to fight back, and his head was chopped off by him with an axe.
At this point, Tu Wanhu was still a little confused. It wasn't until he saw the head rolling on the ground that he was once again sure of the fact that he had killed the "Qing Yi Sword" with just two moves.
“What’s the ‘Green Sword’, bah!”
Tu Wanhu spat, turned around and joined the battle group in the teahouse.
The two parties, which were originally evenly matched, showed a one-sided trend after Tu Wanhu joined. The group of men in black hacked to death all the more than thirty gangsters in the teahouse while only losing four of their companions.
Tu Wanhu stood in the teahouse, looking at the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel proud. But just when he was about to give orders, he heard several small sounds coming from the teahouse window.
Years of experience in the arena made him immediately alert. He jumped into the air, grabbed it with his right hand, and hung directly from the beam.
"Be careful, there is a hidden weapon!"
As soon as Tu Wanhu finished speaking, a wailing sound came from below. The original seven or eight black-clothed companions in the teahouse were now covered with silver needles. Their expressions were distorted, and they were rolling on the ground begging for mercy. In just a few breaths, these people were already dead.
“The Peacock Divine Needle seals its throat upon seeing blood!”
Tu Wanhu’s expression changed drastically. He fell from the beam and looked at the door of the teahouse with a gloomy expression. I saw a tall and thin figure wearing a brown short coat and carrying a long knife slowly walking in, with a faint smile on his face and said:
"After committing so many murders, the head on your neck is probably worth a lot more!"
"The Peacock God, Yang Mu!" Tu Wanhu stared at the person in front of him, word by word. said.
“Hehe, I’m right here!” Yang Mu chuckled and said, “I am an official and you are a thief. I am destined to bring you to justice today, so let me borrow your head for use!”< br>
(End of this chapter)