Chapter 61

A cold light flashed, and Xiao Qi had waved the battle knife with his right hand and slashed towards the tip of the spear. Even if he could not cultivate the protective energy and lifted up his true power, Xiao Qi was only able to make a move speed among his peers and was not inferior to anyone!

The sound of gold and iron clashed, and the sword blade slashed heavily on the tip of the spear. Xiao Qi grabbed the hilt with both hands, and used all his strength to resist the speed of stabbing forward of the spear. When he barely blocked the spear's tip, the sharp tip was less than three inches away from his throat, causing Xiao Qi's fierce face to seep out sweat like slurry.

At the tip of the spear, the energy suddenly rose and shook the sword with a bang. With a puff, the spear pierced through the throat. Xiao Qi only let out a cry from his throat, his body tilted backwards, raised his face to the sky, and his eyes appeared confused. He bumped into the horse and fell off the horse. The body fell to the ground. The battle helmet slid down from his head and rolled to the side. His pair of violent eyes were wide open, and he still died with his eyes closed.

Luo Dacheng raised his right knife and blocked the spear stabbed by a Liao soldier. Looking at Xiao Qige who died tragically on the ground, he laughed fiercely, suddenly jumped up, and jumped to Xiao Qige's war horse like lightning. His body swirled, and the spear stabbed out quickly. With a puff, he opened a blood hole in the back of the Liao soldier and reached his chest.

A shrill and horrifying scream came from the Liao soldiers. The chief general who was surrounded by thousands of troops was assassinated in public. Such a big incident made them extremely frightened and they were at a loss for a moment.

Luo Dacheng laughed to the sky. With the shocking laughter, the war horse galloped out, striding in the wilderness, bypassing the large number of Liao soldiers blocking the road, rushing behind Yang Qi, suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbed the yarns behind him, pulled them to the horse, and galloped away.

Everyone present, including Yang Qi, was shocked and no one gave the order for a while. When Xiao Qi woke up, the deputy generals around him woke up and intercepted the order, Luo Dacheng had already taken Yang Qi far away. He turned around and looked coldly. His fierce murderous intent on his body made the Liao soldiers feel cold and angry. He actually watched him ride away and disappear into the mountains within the border of the Song Dynasty.

After a long time, the Liao soldiers came to their senses and looked at each other, all depressed and terrified. They didn't know where the strange enemy that suddenly appeared and assassinated the main general and left.

When this army entered the Song territory, Xiao Qizhe asked to enter the Song territory and kill and plunder the people of the Southern Dynasty, thinking that his uncle's death would vent his anger. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the Song territory, even the main general was killed, which made everyone in the army feel depressed and worried that they would encounter the large army of Song. The deputy general had no intention of leading troops to plunder, so he could only lead the army back to the Liao territory and send Xiao Qizhe's body to the superior officer. If there was any punishment, he would have to take it all.

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"Bang!"

Yang Qi's body fell heavily on the mountain road, but her face was facing down, and she fell in a mess. The strange rocks in the mountains were rugged, and a few protruding stones hit his body in a severe pain.

Originally, the Liao army's cavalry had already been urged to gallop and the blood was surging, and the internal organs were shaken and injured. I was suddenly hit, and I was dizzy and dizzy for a long time before I got up. My body was shaking, and there was a heavy shadow in my eyes.

He raised his head with great difficulty, looked at Luo Dacheng's sharp gaze immediately, Yang Qi held back the pain and bowed his fists, and said in a deep voice: "I will never thank you..."

Luo Dacheng raised his hand and said coldly: "No need to thank me! I was not originally trying to save you, but when I saw Xiao Dalie's nephew leading his troops into the Song realm, I always wanted to kill him with one knife and avenge the dynasty!"

"As for you..." Luo Dacheng Binghan's eyes fell on Yang Qi, glanced for a while, and said in a cold voice: "Do you really don't know me anymore?"

Yang Qi showed surprise, looked at Luo Dacheng for a while, and sighed quietly: "Luo Dacheng! How dare you appear here? I wonder if you have issued a sea captive document everywhere, are you going to capture you?"

Luo Dacheng showed a sarcasm in his eyes, and did not say much. He raised his hand and raised his sword and said in a cold voice: "Yang Qi! I brought you out. I originally wanted to kill you and exterminate my brother! To this day, what are your last words?"

Yang Qi's eyes flashed and she said in a deep voice: "I wonder which one is your brother?"

"Dynasty! If you hadn't captured him and entered the Xiao Death Camp, how could he die under Xiao Dalie's arrow the day before yesterday?" Luo Dacheng gritted his teeth and said word by word. The blazing anger erupted in his eyes almost turned Yang Qi into ashes.

Yang Qi looked shocked, thought for a long time, and sighed: "In this way, Xiao Dalie died in a village in Liaojing. It was really yours!"

Luo Dacheng gritted his teeth and said nothing. He raised the steel knife in his hand high, aimed at Yang Qi's neck, and secretly raised his true power. When Yang Qi was still fighting, he used his skills to fight his life and death!

Yang Qi lowered her head and pondered. After a long time, she suddenly sighed: "Forget it! Since you can kill Xiao Dalie and slaughter all three hundred Liao soldiers, you can naturally kill me. Today, I will be saved by you and teach me not to be humiliated by the hands of Liao Gou. Please take this head away. When you get off the underworld and see Wang Zhuangshi, I will personally apologize to him!"

Luo Dacheng was stunned. Seeing that although Yang Qi was waiting to be killed, the high-spirited aura still soared into the sky, and he couldn't cut it down with this knife.

Gripping his teeth tightly, Luo Dacheng recalled the battle when Wang Chao and others were held by Yang Qi, and then recalled the tragic scene when Wang Chao died. He felt a lot of pain in his heart. He looked up at Yang Qi. Although he wanted to take his head to pay tribute to the undead of the dynasty, the Yang family, who is a famous general, closed their eyes and waited for death, how could people succeed?

The sound of horse hooves sounded softly in his ears, and a small hand gently pulled his sleeve. Luo Dacheng turned his head to look at him, but saw Di Liniang urging the horse to come to her side, looking at him timidly, like a pretty face full of pleading.

Even if she didn't come to plead, Luo Dacheng couldn't get out of the knife. He could only sigh hatefully, put the knife into the sheath, and shouted angrily: "Yang Qi, send your head down today. I'll meet next time, and I'll take this head to pay tribute to my brother!"

Yang Qi closed her eyes and said nothing, sighing quietly in her mouth, and there was nothing to say.

He heard the sound of horse hooves running towards the distance. Yang Qi stood alone on the mountain road, thinking about the subordinates who had been killed and were as close as their hands and feet. His heart was like a knife. After a long time, he was still standing there, motionless, and like a lonely tree growing on the mountain road.

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Two men and five riders rode their horses to the south. In just half a day, they had already traveled dozens of miles.

Because it was near the northern border, there were many mountains; and Luo Dacheng did not want to have a conflict with the officers and soldiers responsible for the search and investigation on the avenue, so he took Di Liniang and ran towards the Central Plains in the sparsely populated mountains.

It is quite dangerous to walk in the deep mountains and wilderness; however, that is for law-abiding people. Those who are wanted by the government like Luo Dacheng are naturally safer to walk in the small path - at least to allow those officers and soldiers responsible for searching him to survive this period of time.

Just as he was riding his horse in the mountains, a sound of gongs suddenly sounded loudly, and a group of people came out of the mountain road ahead, blocking the road tightly.

Luo Dacheng held the horse and looked up. He saw that there were more than ten people in total, wearing variegated clothes. Occasionally, a few of them were wearing leather armor and holding swords, guns and sticks in their hands. However, they were not regular soldiers, but obviously bandits who occupied the mountain and became king.

One of them was the first to urge the horses to go out and shouted sternly: "You two, don't get off the horse and get tied up, when will you wait!"

Luo Dacheng looked up at the man and saw that he looked like he was over thirty years old, with a charred beard, wearing leather armor, a half-old battle robe, holding a bright big knife in his hand, and a pair of mung bean eyes on his face, describing him as ugly. His eyes looked at Di Liniang with a clear lewd look, and a hint of lewd smile appeared on his lips, but it was even worse than crying.

Luo Dacheng frowned slightly. Before he could speak, a tall and thin minion jumped out, raised his knife and pointed it at Luo Dacheng, and cursed loudly: "Good dog, the master of the village is talking to you. Do you dare to pretend not to see me? How many heads have you grown? Isn't off the horse and knelt down and kowtow? I beg the second master of the village to be kind and spare your life!"

Luo Dacheng turned his head to look at the minion, and saw that he was over thirty years old, with a yellow complexion on his lips, wearing a wide and ill-fitting garment, holding a rusty iron knife in his hand, and pointing at him and cursing in a slander. He couldn't hear clearly what he was saying, but he guessed that he must be insulting himself with extremely dirty swear words.

The second village leader with a lewd smile on his face waved his hand and shouted, "Don't quarrel! Don't disturb the village leader to watch the beauty!"

The yellow-faced minion hurriedly stopped the sound and stepped aside. He saw the second village leader waving to Di Liniang with a smile and said, "Little beauty, I am destined to be together today. Why not go up the mountain with me and be a wife of a village? Isn't it better to be a ugly man who suffers from the suffering of wandering every day?"

Luo Dacheng snorted coldly, and his intention to kill was already in his heart. The bandit himself was so ugly that he called others an ugly man, which was a strange story in the world. Besides, his husband was by his side, so this thief dared to tease his wife. How could he let him go easily?

Hearing his humming, the second village leader's face changed, he turned his head and looked at Luo Dacheng with anger, and cursed loudly: "Shut up the dog's mouth! I think this little beauty is so beautiful, but she is trampled by you, an ugly man, so I am angry in my heart! An ugly man like you, I will kill one, and I will not let you go today!"

The yellow-faced bandit also raised his sword and jumped out, pointing at Luo Dacheng and said sternly: "You are a ignorant thing, you kneel down and kowtow before you get off the horse and give your wife to the second village master as the third village lady. If the village master is happy, you may be spared the crime of defiling the beauty, and let you go. It's just that you should take out your property first, and don't hide it in private!"

Behind them, the dozen bandits saw Di Liniang's beauty and looked so beautiful that they all shone with their eyes and laughed loudly: "Second Master, if you taste the beauty's freshness, can you give the younger ones a taste?"

"I have never seen such a beautiful beauty in my life. I would like to ask the second village leader to give me kindness and let the younger one taste the taste of such a beautiful woman!"

Some of them pointed at Luo Dacheng and cursed arrogantly: "You are stuffed with donkey hair in your ears? Do you pretend to be unable to hear the words of the village leader? Kneel down and kowtow dozens of times in front of each of us, and you will spare your life, otherwise you will kill the dog immediately!"

They have encountered pedestrians who have taken women to the foot of the mountain like this, and they have long been bullying them. When some pedestrians saw them rushing out, they were so scared that they urinated, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for their orders, and obediently presented their wives, making these bandits full of contempt for the pedestrians, beating and humiliating them, and were selfless.

It’s a pity that the two camp leaders were quite stingy. It’s okay to let them whine like this. If they really go up the mountain, they can only take it as the wife of the village. Where can they meet those women?

Now seeing such a beautiful woman passing by the mountain, although she was still naive, she was obviously married as a wife, which made the bandits crazily angry. They hated the two camp masters and refused to share the things with them, and were also jealous of Luo Dacheng as having such a beautiful wife. Most of them had murderous intent in their hearts, and they wanted to stay Luo Dacheng to mock and scold, insult and torture until they died to vent their resentment.

Anyway, the passers-by who fell into their hands like Luo Dacheng seemed to them just a dog under their crotch. Even if they were cut into pieces, they would just kill a dog. Could this dog-like man still have the ability to resist so many powerful martial arts men?

The second village master admired Di Liniang's appearance in a daze. He was so eager that he heard them screaming in his ears. He raised his hand and shouted, "Stop it! That man heard it: I am in a good mood today. Take out all the property on you, get off the horse and kowtow ten times to the village master, shouting: "Thank you, Master, to take my wife with kindness!"

The bandits heard the bad news, but they still shouted in a mess: "The master of the village is mercy, but he still knelt down and thanked him if he doesn't get off the horse!"

Luo Dacheng's face was as deep as water, and he looked at the bandits coldly without saying a word.

The yellow-faced bandit couldn't bear it, so he walked forward with a knife, grabbed Luo Dacheng's reins, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Don't you understand human words? Get off the horse quickly and kneel down!"

Then, he turned to Di Liniang, immediately changed into a lewd smile, and said in a lustful way: "Madam, please dismount. I'll help you down now!"

As he said that, he handed the iron knife to his left hand, took two steps, and couldn't wait to reach Di Liniang's slender thigh. Although the village leader's wife cannot be touched randomly, the little beauty has not yet become the village leader's wife. It is also good to take this opportunity to touch her two hands to enjoy her work.

His hand was more than a foot away from Di Liniang, and then he saw the cold light waving on his face. The yellow-faced bandit felt a lighter on his arm. His right hand suddenly lost consciousness. He looked down in surprise, but saw that his right forearm had been cut off from it, and blood fountains surged at the break, and his right hand had fallen to the ground, still maintaining the forward grasping posture.

The yellow-faced bandit was stunned and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground. Regardless of the pain of the sharp stone on his knee, he threw down the iron knife with his left hand and covered his face and started crying. The sound was shrill and sad, which made people feel terrible.

Di Liniang had already pulled her horse away and hid farther apart. She turned her face and looked to the side, unable to bear to see the tragic situation of the yellow-faced bandit.

She is weak by nature. When she saw Luo Dacheng getting angry, she dared not persuade Luo Dacheng to show mercy. She could only let her husband do what he was willing to do.

At this time, the yellow-faced bandit was already lying on the ground, rolling and crying, frightened and sad, and almost wanted to live. In this world, people are healthy and have no food and clothing. If they are disabled, how can they survive well? Even if the two village masters are kind enough to support themselves and have fewer knives, will they have a lot of money when they robbed in the future?

All the bandits were shocked to see it, raised their swords, guns, sticks, and cursed loudly, and they were about to rush over to surround Luo Dacheng.

The second village leader shouted loudly, jumped out first, and roared angrily: "I am kind enough to let you go, but you dare to hurt others!"

He rode his horse to Luo Dacheng's horse, raised his knife and slashed. In an instant, he suddenly saw the sharp cold light bursting out from Luo Dacheng's eyes!

The sword light flew over, and the second village leader was stunned, feeling a trembling throat, and then severe pain came, making him unable to help but want to scream.

When I opened my mouth and was about to scream, I only made a gurgling sound in my throat, and I couldn't scream.

This knife only swept the throat with the tip of the knife, cracking his throat, causing his short and thick neck to gush out blood in an instant, and it flowed from the short wound to the armor on his chest, dyeing the armor on his chest red.

The second village master fell down the horse weakly, and his body was shaking. Before he could fall off the horse, he saw Luo Dacheng rushing to his side, and his eyes shot out raging rage. With a thump, the sword pierced his abdomen. The blade stirred a few times inside. He used his force to push the second village master's thick body off the horse with his blade.

The second village leader fell to the ground with a bang, moaning in his throat, blood flowing from his neck and abdomen, twisting and struggling on the ground in pain, and wishing to die immediately in the midst of the severe pain. Unfortunately, although the injury was fatal, it could not die immediately. For a moment, the blood-stained bandit leader wriggled in pain like a snake on the ground, with a look of pain and grief on his face, and tears rolled down from the eyes of mung beans, slid across his face, and sprinkled on the ground.

The bandits were already dancing with their swords and playing with their sticks, shouting and rushing up to siege Luo Dacheng. When they suddenly saw such a tragic situation, they were all so shocked that they were all terrible. The speed of running under their feet immediately slowed down. They were flexible and turned around and looked for a way to escape.

But at this moment, Luo Dacheng had a murderous intent in his heart, how could he allow them to escape calmly!

He leaned forward with his left hand, easily took off the spear hanging on the horse's neck, clamped his legs, and the war horse galloped forward, and the spear in his left hand stabbed him quickly. With a puff, he stabbed a rushing bandit into his chest and opened a blood hole in his heart.

The other bandits were shocked to see this, and rushed forward with a howling, surrounding Luo Dacheng with swords and guns, and adding sticks. They only wanted to rely on many to win, and killed him in one fell swoop and seize his wealth and beauty.

Luo Dacheng sneered slightly, and stabbed out with a spear in his left hand. The thief on the left was already thrust by the spears, and had already opened a blood hole between his chest and abdomen by the spears. He fell to the ground with a tragic convulsion and struggled in pain. Blood gushed out of the wounded area, dyeing the ground red.

He raised the steel knife in his right hand and slashed it hard, slashing a bandit who rushed to the front from his left shoulder and slashed it all over the left chest, causing the bandit to fall to the ground to struggle for his life. Although it had hurt his heart, it could not die for a moment. The howling was heartbreaking, and the remaining bandits were all like falling into an ice cellar, and their livers and colds were afraid of the cold.

The battle knife raised, bringing up blood flowers all over the sky. In the dazzling cold light, several bandits screamed and covered their faces, with sharp blades on their faces, instantly shattering their faces, and the sharp blades slashed into their faces, almost slashing their brains out at once.

But in a flash, the winner was decided. The remaining thieves suddenly saw Luo Dacheng so hard that they knew they had kicked the iron plate. They were all stunned. Some clever ones turned around and ran away. The second village leader didn't care whether he was dead or alive.

Luo Dacheng's eyes flashed with a shimmering light, and his left spear stabbed out quickly. With a loud bang, he pierced the thief who had just shouted the most intensely. The tip of the gun penetrated from the tip of his nose, penetrated from top to bottom, and penetrated from the back of his neck. The thief had only time to moan, but felt that the spear had been pulled out of his face, and the blood burst forward from the blood hole between his nose, his body fell softly, twitching and spasming on the ground, and almost fainted from the pain.

The thieves, who were already frightened, saw the blood-stained spear coming, but were unable to resist, and were shot down one after another. Those who were lucky were killed by one shot. The more miserable ones, although they were fatal injuries, were not allowed to die for a moment. They fell to the ground and rolled and screamed, only regretting that they were born in the world, became a bandit, and provoked this evil star again, and ended up like this.

When the spear was closed, most of the remaining thieves were shot and fell to the ground. Only two or three bandits were flexible. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately turned around and ran away, but they were far less fast than Luo Dacheng's war horse. He urged the horse to chase after him, shot one by one, and fell to the ground, screaming and slashing to the ground to make a life.

At the end, there was only a young thief left, but he was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was dressed in a torn manner. He held a stick in his hand and looked up at Luo Dacheng with his eyes wide open, full of fear inside. His thin body was shaking like a sieve, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Luo Dacheng rode his horse to him, raised his spear, and was about to stab him in his throat, but saw his eyes full of fear. He hesitated slightly, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps in his ears, running towards the distance.

Turning back, I saw that the yellow-faced bandit had struggled to stand up just now, covering his blood-spraying right arm, staggering towards the distance, with tears on his face, but he did not dare to cry loudly, for fear of attracting Luo Dacheng's attention and taking his life.

Luo Dacheng frowned, but did not return to chase him. He just turned around and raised his spear and threw it hard. The spear went through dozens of steps away, stabbed into the back of the yellow-faced bandit with a thunderous sound, and penetrated it from his abdomen, nailed him to the ground, moaning and howling, lying on the ground to make his life.

Seeing that no one could run away, Luo Dacheng ignored him and looked down at the young thief, searching for the situation just now. He remembered that when the bandits loudly laughed at him, the only one was hiding behind, looking timid, and did not dare to express his support.

With a thunderous sound, the young thief with a dirty face fell to the ground, throwing the stick in his hand aside, and leaning down on the ground, his forehead against the ground, his whole body trembled violently, his lips trembled, but he was so scared that he couldn't even say something begging for mercy.
To be continued...