"Thief": "..."
The man with the goose-feather knife: "..."
Looking at the strange young man holding a sword, the two had different expressions.
The former was confused. He was completely desperate and was ready to use all the potential of Danfu Wudan to forcibly improve his realm and fight to the death. Even if he died, he would drag more people with him! He never expected that at this critical moment, a strange young man jumped out from nowhere.
The latter was solemn. Just by looking at the power of the sword mark, he knew that the person's strength should not be underestimated, and if he was not careful, he would suffer a disaster.
"puff-"
The thief was about to speak when his wound was pulled, causing his throat to spasm uncontrollably and he vomited a large mouthful of dirty blood, making his already dirty face even more miserable. He coughed several times, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and panted, "My friend, this is our private matter, please don't get involved in this mess..."
The burly man with the goose-feather knife snorted coldly and laughed grimly.
"A scholar is seeing injustice on the road? If you know what's best for you, get out of here!"
Shen Tang still had a wooden face. At first, his attention was attracted by the "thief" behind him. When he heard the man with the goose-feather knife say this, his anger that had just subsided suddenly rose to a high level. In anger, his eyes widened: "I knew that you little thieves had evil intentions."
The burly man with the Yanling knife was disliked by Shen Tang's incoherent words.
"You don't know what I'm talking about. Since you want to die, then you can save your life." He waved his blade and ordered, "Kill the two of them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was already in front of him.
The strong man with the goose-feather sword was horrified, and he didn't see clearly how the young man approached. He shouted loudly, urging his courage, and the energy surged out in all directions from his body. At the same time, he swung his long sword horizontally, and the blade intercepted the sword, splitting the sword's frontal attack.
Bang!
Swords clashed.
The red knife shadow exploded, and the air waves rolled.
The strong man with the goose-feather knife flew back seven or eight steps before he could stabilize his body. The blade in his hand could not bear the weight and made a very light "crack" sound, and three or four small cracks appeared. He looked horrified, while the young man holding the sword had a wooden face. He remained calm even when surrounded by several people.
"Kill one person in every ten steps." The young man misstepped his feet, as if he was walking on clouds and riding the wind. He moved freely among the flashes of swords and knives, and cut the throat of the person who tried to stop him like flowing water, killing him with one sword!
The flames were spitting out, and the gushing blood was hotter than the flames!
In just two breaths, three more souls appeared under the sword!
The boy's eyes were as dark as ink and his red lips were slightly pursed. Even though the firelight cast a hint of warmth on his cold face, it was still chilling.
Tick-tick-tick—
The hot blood on the sword blade dripped down the sword body.
Soon the mud was wet, leaving behind some red marks.
The young man looked coldly at the burly man with the goose-feather knife.
"If you don't want to die, get out!"
Faced with this provocation, the man with the goose-feather knife laughed in anger. The Martial Tiger Talisman on his waist glowed with light, and the red energy flowed through his body, instantly transforming into a ferocious beast-head armor. The goose-feather knife in his hand also transformed into a red tassel hook sickle spear, and his momentum suddenly rose, and the whole person was like a burning flame. He ran two steps wildly, and a black horse with flames appeared under his crotch, attacking Shen Tang like an arrow from a bow.
clang!
Although the gun blade missed, it almost touched Shen Tang's eyebrow, leaving a long and thin red mark, which made his skin look even whiter.
One shot missed, and attacks followed.
The tip of the hook-and-sickle spear turned, and the barb on one side shot up and hit Shen Tang in the face. If he was hit, the lightest injury would be a cracked skull.
"Bai Ya!"
The bowstring hummed, and an inky feather arrow flew through the air.
The arrowhead hit the barb of the halberd accurately, and the harsh sound caused by the collision made the cochlea buzz and cause tinnitus.
"Canlian!"
The inky feather arrows came again, and this time they hit three arrows at once.
The force seemed light and weak, but the actual contact was heavy, and it deflected the direction of the hook-sickle spear, causing the spearman's palm to go numb. The arrows were not only aimed at the goose-feather knife strongman, but also at the rest, with each arrow hitting the eyebrows, throat, heart and other fatal places. The dead didn't even have time to react, and they felt cold all over, and some were even nailed to the wall by being carried away.
The burly man with the goose-feather knife looked closely and saw another tall young man in black clothes and red hair rope jumping out. He held a jet-black longbow in his left hand and had no quiver on him. The young man leaped from mid-air and landed on the ground. His toes were not stable yet, and he pulled the bowstring to a full moon with his right hand.
"Iyi!"
The dark energy condensed into four feather arrows at his fingertips. One arrow blocked the Yanling Knife warrior and deflected his hook-and-sickle spear again. The other three arrows killed the people who besieged Shen Tang. Three arrows shot out, and three more people died. The Yanling spear warrior just wanted to curse!
Where did these two little bastards come from
The sword in Shen Tang's hand was about to cut the enemy's throat, but an inky feather arrow pierced the enemy's forehead first, and the head was gone!
She suddenly turned around and looked at Zhai Le.
This is the human-headed dog who stole her head!
Zhai Le, however, was not aware of this. He evaded the pursuit with his nimble body, leaped onto the eaves with the help of his toes, and while dealing with the enemy with the help of the terrain, he shot several arrows from time to time, killing them with every arrow. His archery skills were excellent, his body was also incredibly flexible, and he did not forget to shout.
"Brother Shen, have all these people been killed?"
“Why are they chasing me…”
"Hot, hot, hot, my feet are so hot..."
While he was talking, he shot out several arrows.
He leaped over the heads of the people below and jumped onto the roof of another house. He grabbed the eaves with one arm to change his trajectory, avoiding another pursuit and successfully escaping from the three people's pincer attack. His mouth was not idle either: "This teamwork doesn't look like bandits..."
He and his brother traveled from the southeast to the northwest, encountering at least nine hundred villains along the way. They were scattered and fought on their own, with varying abilities, and were easily defeated one by one. However, these villains cooperated with each other, and seemed to be paid by the army.
"I miss my brother. I'm not used to not having Wenxin's help."
"Brother Shen, please help me, Wenxin, Wenxin, Wenxin!"
Zhai Le never stopped talking.
Shen Tang was annoyed and asked, "Can you shut up?"
He caught a glimpse of Zhai Le and flicked his wrist, causing the sword to fly out of his hand and pierce through the enemy who was attacking Zhai Le from behind with a knife.
"I never play a supporting role!" She hooked her two fingers and the long sword seemed to be summoned by something and flew back to her hand obediently.
Zhai Le, whose face was covered with blood, said: "..."
Feeling wronged
Although he didn't understand what "playing a support position" meant, it did not prevent him from knowing what "support" meant.
Brother Shen despises him.
ε=(′ο｀*)))
It’s better to be self-reliant.
The relief on Zhai Le's face gradually faded, replaced by a bit of solemnity - although he and Brother Shen were in high spirits, the number of enemies was only increasing, and no one knew where they came from. It felt like he had stirred up a hornet's nest.
Besides, the strong man with the goose-feather sword is at least an eighth-rank official, and his Wudan Tiger Talisman can command 400 soldiers. These 400 soldiers have not been dispatched yet, and they are obviously very capable. It is not good to use these inferior soldiers to wear down their strength now.
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