Again, just like when he was in the depression, the boss waved these two big swords of more than 100 kilograms into a huge ball of swords, wrapped around his same huge body and rumbled towards Tang Qingxiao at the entrance of the inn. The boss seemed to like to use this direct and fierce method and method to crush and kill his opponent.

"You guys go!" Tang Qingxiao slapped his hands, then pushed Lin Xiaoyan and President Lin beside him back, pulled out the Hongying Sword from his waist and met alone.

With a roar, the wooden door frames and mud walls of the surrounding inns were shattered and scattered under the rush of the boss. The thin figure was instantly submerged by the sword lights of the boss.

"Let's go up and meet you all, and let A Xiao block here first." President Lin pulled Lin Xiaoyan back to the inn. Although he was extremely unwilling and even felt a little cowardly and ashamed, this was the only way. The fat big horse thief leader was extremely tough and was already a first-class player in the world. If he could go up, he would be cut into several pieces only after four or five moves. The only thing he could rely on was A Xiao's swordsmanship talent, which seemed to be incredible forever.

But no matter how good his sword skills and talent are, he will never be the opponent of the hundreds of horse thieves outside. The only hope in General Lin's heart is that the White Tiger Army, twenty miles away, can detect the movements of the horse thieves here and mobilize people to come.

But will there really be an official army? Mr. Lin's heart was filled with a chill that penetrated his bones. The hundreds of horse thieves could appear unscrupulously in this small town only twenty miles away from the White Tiger Army, which itself is enough to show a lot of things.

"Ah Xiao~!" Lin Xiaoyan was almost carried by President Lin's head and ran away. She knew very well that she had hardly had a good sleep during this period. Tang Qingxiao, who had not had a rest last night, is actually very weak now. Her absent-minded look just now made her worry and heartbroken, but now she still has to resist the bear-like horse thief leader alone.

A thin figure appeared in the fierce sword light like a storm and thunder. According to the momentum of the boss's power, the thin young swordsman seemed to be cut into minced meat in the blink of an eye. But the bricks, soil, and wood at the door were shattered in the aftermath of the boss's power's sword energy. This figure, in the center of the most intense and strongest sword light, could still support it.

But this was really just a hard support. Even the boss noticed it now. The boy seemed to be very tired. He was originally natural and had a lot of stagnation in his subtle and mysterious sword techniques and body techniques. Sometimes he used the power to relieve the power and did not do so well. If the sword in his hand had not been replaced with a good sword, he would have broken a long time ago.

"What's wrong? Haven't you had fun with me today? Haven't you had a good chat with me? Haven't you put some small things to scare me?"

So the boss was even more excited, even more happy, and even more happy to chop. His pair of machetes danced with murderous aura, and he laughed wildly while chopping. He didn't care at all about the red guys and what might be related to Liuziying. He was just this young man who made him feel panic and itchy.

Just for this purpose, he risked the danger of using the identity of the general to make complete preparations and found out that the girl who used strange magic was no longer in the escort agency. The wild Taoist priest who was suspected of being a Liuzi was also called to die in the White Tiger Army, and even put on a temporary double hard leather armor. Behind him were the four leaders and hundreds of subordinates in charge. He didn't believe that he would still be in the hands of this boy who used the name of the Tang family to deceive him today~!

The horse thieves behind did not rush into the inn or came up to help, but just watched leisurely from behind. The boss had already let go and wanted to cure this person by himself. The inn was surrounded by a bunch, and the people inside were just turtles in the jar, and they couldn't fly.

Only a thin horse thief with a smile on his face took a military crossbow from his saddle. He slowly prepared the arrow on the ground, and put it in front of him, closed his eyes. He aimed at the sword light that was dancing surgingly, looked for a long time, aimed for a long time, then pulled the trigger, and a crossbow arrow broke through the air with a whizzing sound.

With a sound, the Hongying Sword in Tang Qingxiao's hand flew out of his hand. The arrow came extremely insidiously. It happened to be in the gap between the two swords. Although he could barely avoid it, his footwork was completely disrupted. He could no longer use the force to remove the mountain knife force that was several times greater than his arm strength. His wrist and tiger mouth hurt a sharp pain, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.

After snatching it, the Hongying Sword was inserted into the beam of the inn hall. Tang Qingxiao retreated quickly, and with several wounds that were wiped out by the sword force, she took out the sword circle of the boss.

The boss smiled, and the sound of a wild boar was still like a wild boar. It was no longer an angry wild boar, but a wild boar in heat. Of course, he deliberately showed mercy. His purpose was not to kill people, so he was reluctant to kill. The interesting things were still behind. Looking at the young swordsman who was retreating in a mess, thinking of those interesting places, he couldn't help but thrust his waist out of thin air. However, others seemed to him just drooling and thrusting his butt.

"Ah Xiao~!" On the second floor of the inn, General Lin and Lin Xiaoyan, who had joined other corpses, were shocked and rushed down to help. But the boss just waved his hand and roared out with a machete, chopped the inn stairs and the corpses who rushed in front into two pieces.

Tang Qingxiao's face was pale and her face was covered with cold sweat. She covered her numb wrist and looked at the fat bandit leader who was approaching the mountain step by step. Her heart slowly sank.

If it were just this fat leader, he wouldn't be able to deal with it, but there were more than a hundred horse thieves behind him, especially the one who shot the cold arrow just now, who knew that he was an extremely smart opponent based on his eyesight. The hidden weapons he had hidden on him were definitely not enough to deal with so many people. In the past six years of Youde Escort Agency, he had only taken the time to secretly match some gadgets such as anesthetics, but there was no real deadly poison.

Sure enough, only the heart is the most fundamental poison for the Tang family. Has the ordinary life of these six years completely wiped out my thoughts?

Tang Qingxiao grabbed his wrist and his nails and was deeply trapped in the flesh. He could hardly think of any way to deal with the situation in front of him. And now it is so critical. Why is no one coming to help? Did he get all the information wrong? Is the secret mark that he thought was not what he thought...

"It's fine to bully the weak and take advantage of the dangers of others. You have to fight less and make secret plots while others are not prepared. Have you practiced your skills in dogs?"

A voice suddenly sounded. It was not loud, but it was clearly heard into everyone's ears.

All the horse thieves were stunned. Tang Qing's chuckling eyes suddenly flashed with a shiver of fear, which was surprised and incredible. Then, when his eyes fell on the person who was talking with everyone else, they immediately became sank again. It was gloomy.

This is a thin man in his thirties. He is sloppy, ragged and dressed in clothes, and his hair and beard seem to have not been sorted out for several years. He is sitting on a table at a roadside stall not far away eating a large bowl of beef noodles, and there are four or five empty bowls next to him. He looks like he is just an ordinary hungry homeless man. He will not be noticeable when thrown anywhere.

Passers-by in the town had already run away, and the remaining few were injured by horse thieves and couldn't escape. The owner of the noodle stall was also frightened and half sat on the ground. Seeing the horse thieves trembling with horror, this seemingly ordinary noodle-eating man suddenly became unusual.

"Who are you?" The thin horse thief who sneaked into Tang Qingqi's chuckle clasped his fists at the man, smiled and asked politely. "Have the brothers Xiong Fengling do business here, have you ever disturbed you?"

Of course, people who can eat noodles safely at this time will not be ordinary homeless people. What's more, the sentence just now has obvious internal strength. Although you have to rely on your fists to be fast, you can use the knife first without moving your brain and mouth. No matter how fast the knife is, you can only die faster.

The man picked up another chopstick noodles and snorted into his mouth. While eating, he said vaguely: "Shuzhou Tangjiabao is here to do business. Get out of here."

There was a small commotion among the horse thieves. This name is indeed very famous. Among the famous families in the world, the Tang Sect in Shuzhou is definitely the one that people are most reluctant to mess with.

The smile on the thin horse thief's face also twitched, but immediately bowed again and said, "I have long admired the name of the Tang Sect in Shuzhou, so we brothers should naturally retreat. However... you don't look very similar. Besides, the people in the Tang Sect are famous for poisoning hidden weapons, so why are they dissatisfied with sneak attacks with hidden weapons?"

This is right. He hides in the dark like a poisonous snake. At the most critical moment, he suddenly emits a fatal blow from the poisonous fangs and then goes into the dark to hide. This is the style of the Tang family. It is okay for this man to be so sloppy and ungrateful. It is really not a big deal to show off his identity casually, especially when he disdained for plotting, it was as incredible as a butcher disdained for eating meat, and monks disdained for worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures.

"Hehe hahahaha..." A strange laughter like a wild boar crowing sound came from the mouth of the boss. He turned around and walked towards the noodles-eating man.

"So I don't really look like a person from Tangjiabao?" The man who was eating noodles shook his head, smiled, and then sniffed his head and sucked a big mouthful of noodles in his mouth.

The boss walked to the man step by step, and with a spit, a large mouthful of thick saliva hung on the man's noodles table. He stared at the bulging bull eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know, what I hate the most now is someone who claims to be a Tangjiabao in front of me?"

"Big...Master, please spare me..." The owner of the noodle stall sitting on the ground next to him said tremblingly, "This is an old man over 60 years old. Seeing the huge boss passing by with a machete, he seemed to be so scared that he was almost incontinent."

"Get out! Old asshole! Am I asking you?" The boss kicked the old man out and kicked the old man out. The old man hit the wall not far away and fell down, covering his legs and screaming.

"It turns out that this name Tangjiabao is not very useful." The noodle man picked up the noodle bowl and drank the soup in it in one sip. He looked at the screaming old man and said coldly. "I can't even protect the old man who sells noodles. I don't know what I have spent so many years and so much effort to manage the name of this century-old family."

The boss laughed again. Such words were obviously not what a real aristocratic family should say. He looked at the man a little more. He dressed like a beggar, and had no cultivation at all. He was even more confident in his heart. Then he immediately noticed that there was a knife on the table where he was eating noodles, a knife full of dirt, greasy, and dust. He could hardly see the thick-backed sword that looked like. He placed it crookedly on the table, and if he didn't look carefully, he thought it was garbage.

"I won't kill you because you are using a knife. I'll cut off the job and put it in my mouth and roll it." The boss Nu Nu Nu's two thick lips like sausage. He stretched out his fingers and dug it out in his nose hole, dug out a piece of black stuff, and bounced at the man and flew crooked over and into the bowl he had just put down.

"Everyone says fat people are more interesting, but it turns out to be true." The man looked down at the bowl and smiled. "It's a pity that I'm a little stupid. Is it because too much fat stuff has stuck my mind?"

The boss raised his hand and made a gesture. All the horse thieves behind took off the crossbow, put the strings on them, and pointed them at the place. Then he suddenly waved his knife and slashed out.

Of course, his mind was not blocked. It could be seen that this man had something to rely on. Maybe he was still a rare master. However, he believed that no matter what he relied on, he was not as reliable as the crossbows of more than a hundred brothers. No matter how high a master was, he would not be much taller when facing more than a hundred military crossbows that could shoot through a cow. So he was slashing with all his strength, full of momentum and confidence. The sword was so fierce that it seemed that he wanted to cut the mountain and cut the stones.

The sword wind blew the man's hair all up, but the blade only slashed the man's forehead and stopped, because the chopsticks in the man's hand were first clamped on the wrist holding the knife.

The boss's bull eyes were almost glaring out. He almost thought he had an illusion after being hit by some Taoist technique. His sword had at least hundreds of pounds of force, but was blocked by a pair of small bamboo chopsticks in the man's hand.

The horse thieves behind were all stunned. Most of them even thought that this was the boss who kept his strength and did not cut off the knife. The crossbow arrows in his hand were not fired.

The boss squeezed a pig-killing cry in his throat, plucking up the weight and force of his whole body and pressing it up, but he immediately found that his whole body could not move. The pair of bamboo chopsticks were just clamping his wrists, but he felt that everything on his body was tightly clamped. Then he felt that he floated up. The man actually used only these pairs of chopsticks, like picking up a piece of extra-large meat ball, and pinched him, who was 300 pounds in the air.

Everyone widened their eyes, almost unable to believe what was happening in front of them. The boss in the air was completely panicked and shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

The whistle-woosh sound suddenly broke out, and the military crossbows in the hands of hundreds of horse thieves shot at the man one after another. Unfortunately, they all seemed to have forgotten that the boss was still in the man's hands, and even the boss himself forgot this. The man just moved a little, and the boss's huge body completely blocked him.

A real scream like a pig-killing scream. In a blink of an eye, the boss's back, legs, and buttocks were filled with arrows. Finally, his hard leather armor specially used to protect hidden weapons was thick and hard enough, and he had enough fat. These arrows were only embedded in fat or muscles, and did not shoot into the vitals of the internal organs. They did not kill him, and at most they only had half a piece.

The man put the chopsticks down, threw the hedgehog-like boss, stood up, and held the knife on the table.

This was originally just a dirty, black and dusty knife full of dust and greasy, which was inconspicuous except that it was bigger and thicker than ordinary knifes. But as it fell into the man's hands, a breath of yang and strong, like a fire and a hell suddenly emerged like a volcano erupting.

This is not just the breath of the knife, it is the breath of the knife and the man. At the moment of holding the knife, the sloppy and indifference of the man's body disappeared completely. He seemed to have turned into this knife, emitting a fierce and fierce hot atmosphere from the inside out.

The man stood still and waved his sword. It seemed that he was just a casual move, but everyone who witnessed it had the feeling that he had been divided into two by this sword.

With this sword, a huge red sword shadow flashed through the group of horse thieves. Then there was the blood light that exploded and the sudden harsh scream. The bodies of more than 20 horse thieves who were skimmed by the sword shadow were broken into two pieces, and fell down like rice ears that had been cut by someone. In the blink of an eye, half of the street was covered with the blood of horse thieves and the broken limbs, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

"I don't know if there are masters here, how offensive they will be. I hope the Lord will forgive me!" The screams of ups and downs, and amid the screams, the thin horse thief hurriedly clasped his fists and apologized at the man. Because he saw the man staring at him, walking over step by step.

Fortunately, the man no longer took action, and the knife was already on his back. He walked slowly to the thin horse thief and asked, "Are you the leader?"

"In the fourth head of the Xiongfengling family, Wanyan Wuchi, known as the smiling scholar." The thin horse thief's face was covered with sweat, and the smile he had been trying hard to maintain was almost ugly than crying, but he still kept it. He did not turn around and run away like many other horse thieves. Instead, he introduced to the man as if he had met a noble guest. "The boss Hu Yan Hongda, who is known as the double-sword man, over there. We just received the news and came here to do a small business, but I don't know that the master is here..."

"Don't talk nonsense. Have you brought the money?" the man asked. After getting closer, he realized that he was actually very tall. Just standing was no shorter than the smiling scholar riding on a horse.

"Ah?" Although the Fourth Head of the Army has always been known for being resourceful and quite eager to do so, he still didn't understand what this means.

"I asked if you have any money on you?"

"Take it, of course." The Siding Family nodded repeatedly. Although they came out to kill and rob, he never thought that a few silver notes and a few silver ingots could be heavy. "I don't know how much the Lord's need..."

"I want one hundred and twenty cents of copper coins. I just ate five bowls of noodles and added beef four times. I was thinking about how to pay the bill."

"Yes, yes, yes, we should naturally do our best to be the landlord..." The Fourth Headman quickly took out a silver ingot from his waist and presented it with his hands.

The man took it, pinched a small piece on it with his fingernails, and then threw the rest back to the Sizhuan. He then pointed to the owner of the dough stall screaming by the wall and those passers-by who were hit and knocked down by the horse thieves, and said, "The people who were injured and stepped on by you will be compensated twenty taels each. If you are disabled, each will be compensated fifty taels each. As for the inn and the bodyguard who were killed by your boss, they will be compensated four hundred taels each. Do you think it's fair?"

"Fair and fairness are naturally extremely fair." The Sidingman quickly took out a few silver notes from his waist and handed them over. After hesitating, he asked, "Not only the name of the Gao surname? From which famous sect?"

"Didn't I say it just now? Tangjiabao, Shuzhou. Tang Si, Tang Gongzheng." The man grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth. (You are welcome to come and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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