With a bang, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, breaking the oppressive silence in the ink-making workshop.

A few moments later, bean-like raindrops fell down, pattering in the courtyard.

The rain in July always comes suddenly, leaving no chance for preparation.

The red flower shirt on Shen Xiaojia's body gradually became soaked. He looked at the airtight ink-colored long knives around him, counted them carefully, wiped the rain on his face, and wanted to curse Jiang Captou for his crow's mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his words changed.

It became a polite inquiry, "There are 318 weeds here, how many more can you chop down?"

"Is it useful to chop a few of them now?" Jiang Captou licked his lips, stood back to back with Shen Xiaojia, and said in a deep voice, "You need a knife to cut grass. My knife broke, and you don't have a knife in your hand.

How to cut it?"

"They have!" Shen Xiaojia thought of the scene of his fight with the rooster boy last night, and suddenly felt infinite pride in his heart. He puffed up his chest and said, "I'll pull out a few weeds first, get two knives, and then we'll slowly

cut……"

"You?" Jiang Captou glanced back at Shen Xiaojia and asked in surprise, "Why are you so brave all of a sudden? Who gave you the confidence?"

"When you have absolutely powerful power, you naturally have unparalleled confidence!" Shen Xiaojia glanced at a place among the flowers in the courtyard, walked slowly over under everyone's gaze, squatted down, struggled to pick up a boulder the size of a watermelon, and spun around.

He walked around in a circle, threw it at the nearest masked men in black, and shouted, "Let's go!"

boom!

The boulder fell straight down, hitting Shen Xiaojia's own left foot squarely, and rolled to the side.

With an ouch, Shen Xiaojia hugged his left foot and screamed, "I'm going to die, it's definitely broken..."

Everyone's eyes became strange, and faint laughter spread among the masked men in black.

The corner of Jiang's mouth twitched a few times, and he said with a confused look, "Is this your absolute power? Shooting yourself in the foot?"

Shen Xiaojia suppressed his blush and stood up straight, pretending not to be in pain, and said forcefully, "People make mistakes, horses make mistakes. I was just dazed for a moment. I'll show you some more unique skills later!"

Jiang Daotou pursed his lips, stopped talking to Shen Xiaojia, and slowly retreated towards the door. He put his left hand on the door latch, stared at the black-clothed and masked men around the courtyard, and said coldly, "Do you want to fight? You can't fight me if you don't want to."

Just left..."

Shen Xiaojia jumped to Jiang Baotou's side and said with great enthusiasm, "I'll go first, and you'll stop behind!"

Jiang Baotou rolled his eyes at Shen Xiaojia, turned his left hand into a claw, and pulled hard, leaving five deep fingerprints on the door latch, but the door did not move at all.

Huh! A spear suddenly flew out from the ancestral hall in front of the courtyard, and shot straight towards the position between Shen Xiaojia and Jiang Datou. It was deeply embedded in the door, and sawdust flew everywhere.

A young man wearing a dark gown and a black scarf slowly walked out of the ancestral hall, holding a spear exactly like the one on the door. He looked at Shen Xiaojia and Jiang Batou with cold eyes, and said in a serious tone, "Want to leave? Door

nothing!"

"What should I do? It seems like I can't leave..." Shen Xiaojia looked back at the long black gown, his eyes swept over the masked men in black around him one by one, swallowed, and whispered to Jiang Captou, "You

Didn't we cut down three hundred before? It shouldn't be a problem to cut down another three hundred, right? I can work harder and kill the remaining eighteen... This boss is not included, you have to find a way to cut him off first..."

"Let's not talk about whether I can last another two days and two nights in my current state. The three hundred in front of me are very different from the three hundred I chopped off. Those three hundred were the Fang family's swordsmen, a group of rabble.

And these three hundred people have their faces covered and dare not see anyone. They are all steady and strong in holding swords. They are obviously well-trained elites. And he..." Jiang Captou looked at the spear on the door and turned his head.

Looking at the spear in the hand of the black gown, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stared at the black gown and said, "If you want to pretend to be you, you should act more like you. You shouldn't use these two spears!"

The man in the dark gown stood in the middle of the courtyard holding a long gun and sneered, "That's just your guess. We have never met. As long as you die, no one will know that I have been here today..."

"Do you know each other?" Shen Xiaojia opened his mouth wide in surprise, rolled his eyes, and blinked, "Can we discuss it? You two can slowly reminisce about the past here... I happen to have some peanuts in my arms, so you can go first

While you're eating, I'll help you get a few kilograms of rice wine, and let's find a sheltered place to eat and drink together. Isn't that more elegant than standing in the heavy rain talking?"

The man in the dark-colored gown held a spear in one hand and akimbo with the other. He tilted his head and looked at Shen Xiaojia, and smiled contemptuously, "Do you think I look like an idiot?"

"Tong Hua, I just want to ask you one thing," Jiang Captou said in a low voice with his eyes half-closed, clenching his fists tightly, "Is it your own idea to come here, or is that person's intention?"

"Master Qianhu, why are you still so ignorant that you can ask such a stupid question..." Tong Hua suddenly waved his spear and cut off the raindrops, put away the smile on his face, and said seriously, "Yuecheng

The traitor Shen Xiaojia broke into Fang's family in the ink-making workshop on the pretext of handling a case, and massacred more than 300 members of the Fang family. It is unforgivable in nature and even more unforgivable in law... Qianhu Jianghai, a member of the Jin Yiwei family, was ordered to monitor Yuecheng and fought hundreds of hundreds of people with the crazy Shen Xiaojia.

After each round, we all died together! How magnificent! What a pity! On the orders of Commander Pei, someone came here to bring Qianhu’s body back to Kyoto for a grand burial!"

"Wonderful!" Jiang Baotou laughed angrily and clapped, "It's really like something that pig like Pei Zhi can do... Tong Hua, I treat you like a nephew, and I will fight against everyone's opinions and treat you as a small banner official.

After being promoted to a hundred households, I even betrothed my niece to you...Is this how you repay me?"

"Are you giving me what I want? I'm not interested in any of these things. From the beginning to the end, all I want is your life!" Tong Hua stepped forward, creating splashes of water, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Said, "I will never forget that year when you walked into the door of my Tong family with an embroidered spring knife, and I will never forget my grandfather's eyes that couldn't be closed no matter what! Jiang Hai, it was you who made the Tong family double-gun.

It’s become a martial arts joke!”

Jiang Captou smiled bitterly, stared at Tong Hua seriously, and said softly, "You know that's not what I want to do, and it's not something I can refuse. Back then, I could only save your life... and

On your wedding night, didn't we already..."

"Shut up! How can the life-and-death feud between you and me be wiped out by a small favor from you?" Tong Hua glanced at the ancestral hall behind him from the corner of his eyes, abruptly interrupted Jiang Captou's words, and tightened his right hand on the gun,

He kicked the ground with his left foot, rushed forward, and said fiercely, "Today is the day for me to get rid of this evil!"

Jiang Captou always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a moment. When he saw Tong Hua stabbing him with a spear, he didn't know how to dodge, and he was frozen in place.

Shen Xiaojia's eyelids jumped when he saw this, he pushed Jiang's head hastily, and shouted like thunder, "Why are you so stunned? Quickly find a way to get out. No matter how thorough your thinking is, it's useless when the person is dead!"

In an instant, the spear narrowly missed Jiang Captou's right arm, flying out a wisp of bright red, scattered in the rain, and disappeared.

Tong Hua glanced at Shen Xiaojia, his face darkened, he twisted his right foot, stopped suddenly, held the gun in both hands, and swept it towards Shen Xiaojia's head, the gun shadow was like a whip.

Jiang Daotou came back to his senses, took a deep breath, stepped wrong, blocked in front of Shen Xiaojia, stretched out his right palm, wrapped it around Tong Hua's gun barrel, and with some strange feminine force, he pushed

The jaws of Tong Hua's hands immediately cracked. He took two steps back, just in front of the long gun nailed to the door. He moved his left hand, grabbed the tail of the gun, and pulled hard. He held a long gun in each hand. It was a trick.

With two guns drawn, he let out a long breath, ran towards Jiang Captou again with both guns in hand, and squeezed out two words from his throat, "Come again!"

The right pistol is strong and fierce, while the left pistol is soft and soft. The combination of strength and softness makes it extremely difficult to fight. It is like two masters of marksmanship who share the same mind with the enemy. It is hard to guard against.

Tong Hua's double spears were passed down from his ancestor Tong Yuan, the spear king. After thousands of years of changes, they were no longer complete, which led to the decline of the Tong family. Later, with the help of Jiang Baotou, some of the flaws were repaired, and they have become one of the best marksmanships in the world.

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It would be difficult for an ordinary person to survive three rounds. Unfortunately, this time the opponent with dual guns was Jiang Baotou, who was also familiar with this set of marksmanship.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Jiang Captou winked at Shen Xiaojia, grabbed the front of the tattered clothes, tore it hard, and tore off a strip of cloth about one foot and five inches long. He twisted it into a stick in the rain, swung it diagonally, and struck Tong Hua.

With the spear in his right hand, he shouted, "Tang!"

Bang! The cloth stick hit the gun barrel, half of it bent down, and wrapped around the gun barrel like a snake.

Tong Hua felt that the spear in his right hand was stuck in a quagmire and could not be pulled out. He frowned slightly and quickly handed over the spear with his left hand, piercing Jiang Baotou's chest.

Jiang Yao twisted his head and left foot, dodged sideways, made a fist with his left hand, stamped it squarely on the barrel of Tong Hua's left pistol, and shouted again, "Bang!"

Before Tong Hua could react, Jiang Baotou turned his back on Tong Hua and slammed him backwards, and said the last word, "Fuck!"

Boom! The left pistol flew out immediately and fell to the ground. Tong Hua was also hit and staggered back more than ten steps, almost sitting on the ground.

Just when Mr. Jiang let out a breath and wanted to say something to Tong Hua, Shen Xiaojia, who had slipped to the door at some point, grabbed the door latch with both hands and pulled it back with difficulty. He blushed and said, "Hit it."

Don’t open! There are probably at least ten cows pulling outside the door..."

One word woke up the people in the courtyard.

"kill!"

Hearing the sound, he moved and shouted to kill and shake the sky.

This time it was not just Jiang Baotou and Tong Hua who were moved, but also 318 long black knives.

Jiang Captou quickly met up with Shen Xiaojia, kicked away a masked man in black who flew to chop Shen Xiaojia, grabbed the long ink knife, and slashed another masked man in black, blood spraying everywhere.

Shen Xiaojia wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the masked men in black gradually gathering towards where he was. Listening to Jiang Captou's heavier and heavier breathing, he felt more and more cold sweat on his forehead.

I don't know if it was rain or sweat, but he put on an ugly smile and turned to look at Jiang Captou. He was about to say a few heroic words to boost morale when he saw a masked man in black sliding quietly behind Jiang Captou.

He raised his long sword high and slashed it down diagonally, and immediately said urgently, "Be careful!"

Before Jiang Captou could dodge, Tong Hua raised his gun with his right hand and stabbed him, but this time the target was not Jiang Captou.

Poof! The spear grazed the right side of Mr. Jiang's waist, and the tip of the spear completely penetrated the mouth of the man in black clothes and mask who made the sneak attack, and a bloody flower bloomed out.

"There is a side door on the right side of the ancestral hall...you can go out from there!" Tong Hua pulled out his spear and stabbed the throats of two masked men in black again.

Captain Jiang looked at Tong Hua in confusion, mechanically chopped down the two masked men in black, and was pushed by Shen Xiaojia to kill with Tong Hua towards the side door...

ps:
Chapter completed!