The one-eyed blind man was actually not blind, but he only had one eyeball left. It was no different from being blind at night. Looking at Baozhu’s blurred figure leaning against the village gate, the one-eyed blind man cursed: "You bastard, what are you doing?"
What's the fuss about? If you're still struggling, be careful and go back to the village leader to file a complaint against you."
Baozhu wanted to scold the blind man, but when he opened his mouth, blood gurgled out, his head became heavier and heavier, and his eyelids could not be opened. Even to the end of his life, Baozhu failed to warn the blind man.
The young knight quietly came to Baozhu, drew out his sword without looking and struck again with his backhand, cleanly. The blind man's neck felt cold, and he covered his neck with both hands. The life in his frightened one eye gradually disappeared, but in his mind
The only consciousness left - Baozhu didn't lie to me! He didn't lie to me! There really is someone!
The bright red blood on the sword blade was carried away by the pouring rain, and the two corpses slowly fell. The young knight stepped over the corpse of the bandit with an expressionless face, and slowly walked through the village gate, taking his time and swinging his sword all the way.
And walk. Although the man is slow, the sword is fast! When the sword comes out and seals the throat, no one can defeat the enemy.
People are cold, but their hearts are hot! Swords are cold, but their blades are sharp! People and swords are still the same as when they entered the mountain.
The mountain is still the same mountain, the ditch is still the same ditch, but the people in the ditch are no longer human beings. After all, the silent killing cannot continue forever. I don’t know if the breath of death permeates the depths of the village to alert the bandits, or it is because of the loss of family members.
The howling of the dog alerted the robbers.
The robbers who realized it later were also robbers. They were used to licking blood with their swords and wearing their heads in their waistbands. At this moment, the nature of desperadoes became particularly dazzling. Without the leadership of the leaders, the robbers just drew their knives one after another.
Went shoulder to shoulder.
In the eyes of the bandit, a man in the rain is very capable, but there are so many people here and there are so many guys. As long as he greets him desperately, he will chop him up sooner or later. The idea is good, but the reality is cruel. It is obvious that the blade of the knife is only a few feet away from the tip of the man's nose.
, but I didn’t expect that the end of the world is so close.
It rains at night, with shadows intertwined and sharp blades criss-crossing. People in the rain stumble and stumble, seemingly becoming souls killed by the sword in the next moment, but the sword is always faster than the edge of the blade. People in the rain, swords in the rain, one person and one sword are like a lonely boat in the stormy sea.
As I follow the waves, my sword bleeds on the hills...
In the rainy night, the silhouettes of people on the lonely mountain are tilted, and the blade of the knife is so close that it is across the horizon;
The blood spilled in the courtyard reflects the souls of the dead, and the sword appears for a lifetime to find peace.
The bandit, who was used to seeing blood, became less arrogant at this moment, because before the man fell in the rain, his companions fell one by one unknowingly. Fierceness turned into fear, fear turned into panic, and fear broke the courage.
A cowardless bandit is just like a plate of loose sand. If you don't touch it, it will break...
Minions are minions and cannot become leaders. Because the leaders holding the battle on the side can see some clues. But the leader of the village who is in charge of the overall situation has already seen clearly and can't help but secretly exclaim, "He is hiding his clumsiness, what is he going to do?"
Do you want to slaughter hundreds of my brothers with your own strength?" Seeing through but not telling clearly, being evil-minded, this is what a village leader must possess. The village leader shouted: "Brothers, work harder!
Whoever can chop this kid to death will be given to one of the newly captured girls, and whoever can chop this kid to death will be given the position of second boss."
Under the fragrant bait, there must be fish hanging, under the heavy reward, there must be dead soldiers. Although the village leader has not read any books, he still understands this truth, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the highest position.
The village leader's words were accompanied by thunder, which rang in the ears of the bandits. After a brief shock, the bandits' eyes changed when they looked at the man in the rain, becoming naked, as if they were looking at a delicate little lady with all her clothes taken off. Even those
The leaders were no longer calm. Some had already grasped the hilt of the knife, and some rolled up their sleeves and were ready to fight. One of the big guys pulled off his shirt, revealing his iron-like body, and raised his gun, looking like a man in heat.
The beast...
"Black bears are nothing! As long as they see the benefits, they can run faster than anyone else, eat more than anyone else, and pretend to be stupid with my brothers every day!" One of the leaders cursed and took out his weapon.
Knife, following closely behind the black bear, headed straight for the man in the rain.
There were too many monks and too little porridge. How could the leaders dare to neglect them? They gathered the guys one after another and surrounded them. They were afraid that they might not be able to get a share of the soup if they left late. However, among the many leaders, there was still one person who did not move. I saw that this man was thin and tall, with a triangular shape.
His eyes were pointed at his chin, and a scar hit the peak of his left cheek and extended all the way to his chin, which looked scary and funny at the same time. Scar looked at the village leader sideways, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, without any respect...
Scarzi is very famous among the bandits. Everyone knows that Scarzi is a good swordsman, but they know nothing about Scarzi's past. Before Scarzi entered the mountains, he was a well-known killer, but he was unlucky and offended.
He offended someone he shouldn't have offended, and the scar on the left cheek was left by that person. If it were just that person, the scar wouldn't be hiding in this ungrateful place, hiding incognito and being a tortoise, but
Because standing behind that man was the Nangong family, a famous family in the Qian Dynasty.
In the south of Daqian Dynasty, there are many aristocratic families, but there are not many families that have lasted for thousands of years, and the Nangong family is one of them. How powerful the Nangong family is, let alone other things, can be counted on one hand.
But come on, in this Qian Dynasty, for a small person like Scar, it would be easier for the Nangong family to kill him than to crush an ant. If that person hadn't wanted to know Scar personally, Scar would have died a hundred times.
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Scar Zi withdrew his gaze from the village leader and stared at the man in the rain again. He couldn't help but sneer at those fools who didn't know how to live or die. The man in the rain seemed to be a little faster than the bandits every time he made a move, but even this line was a world away.
The difference is the difference between cloud and mud.
Scarzi secretly smacked his tongue as he watched, what a terrifying control and vision. You must know that the man in the rain is not facing one or two people, but countless bandits mixed with dragons and snakes. Some of these people only know how to handle crops.
There are farmers of this style, there are practitioners who are proficient in axes, axes, hooks and forks, swords, guns, swords and halberds, and there are also masters who can go up and down and reach high levels, but just by facing a man in the rain, he can do it perfectly. Scar is really
He couldn't figure out the real strength of the man in the rain, so Scarzi had already started to think about it...
The addition of the bandit leader failed to stabilize the battle, but instead made it even more chaotic. The man in the rain never confronted any of the leaders head-on, and whenever he was approached by the leader, he dodged without hesitation. He dodged and moved around.
While you were chasing me to escape, one of the bandits fell to the sword. The angry leaders screamed, but there was nothing they could do.
The bandits' encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, that's because the number of bandits is getting smaller and smaller. Some sharp-eyed bandits with bright minds just surround the periphery, shouting and cursing, and do nothing. This saves the leaders a lot of trouble.
Otherwise, these fools would always stand in front of you, making it difficult for people to let go. Now that the situation is clear, you can do your best without hesitation.
Black Bear strode forward with an iron gun as thick as a bowl, stretched out his left arm and threw a bandit who was blocking him into the muddy water behind him, cursing in his mouth: "You blind guy, who is here?"
If you dare to stand in front of me, be careful I will shoot you."
The leaders surrounded them, and the remaining dozen or so bandits finally breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another. They sat down in the muddy water and lost the strength to move. After they relaxed, the bandits discovered that, except for the leaders,
, there were only a few living companions left. Nearly two hundred brothers were unknowingly lost in the hands of that kid. The surviving bandits couldn't help but take a breath, is this person still a human being? Even if he is a brother
They were motionless, and they would be exhausted even if they were cut like this. But the people in front of them seemed to still have the energy to fight again. Facing the siege of the leaders, they were calm and calm, with no sign of flinching.
The black bear's hill-like body stood in front of the man in the rain. He pointed his spear directly and shouted angrily: "Son of turtle, come and have a taste of grandpa's spear. I guarantee you'll be satisfied! But before that, I'll tell you my name. Grandpa will take the spear."
Don’t kill unknown people.”
The man in the rain was not as calm as he looked on the surface. Although he had been carefully controlling his power, the hand holding the sword was a little unable to hold the hilt. Seeing that the leaders did not take action immediately, he was happy to delay for a while to recover.
If you have enough strength, you will look up to the sky and roar, roaring and the clouds will open...
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested.
Today I show you the order, who has any injustice?
I have a sword, which can eradicate all the injustices in the world; I have a sword, which can tell all the truths in the world; I have a sword, which can kill all the demons in the world; I have a sword, which can bring peace to the world!
After the man in the rain chanted, he looked around at the people in front of him like a torch, and said coldly: "Today the sword is out because the mountain is uneven, the ditch is uneven, and the people's hearts are unfair! I'll see you off and give some peace to the thousands of creatures in Mang Mountain.
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Monk Heixiong Zhanger was confused. He looked at the other leaders and said in a low voice: "Damn it! Where did this idiot come from? Come here and talk nonsense. Watch me smash his brain and see clearly."
The silly look of the black bear made several leaders burst into laughter...
"Yes - crack open his brain and take a look, maybe it's a piece of paste."
"I always thought that Black Bear was the stupidest person in the world. Now my eyes have been opened to see that there are people even more stupid than Black Bear!"
"You are an arrogant child, and you still ask about all the injustices in the world! Grandpa will dig a hole for you today."
The leaders yelled and cursed at each other, and at the same time, the people under their hands became rude and started to greet the man in the rain...
The black bear is tall and strong, and has the power to lift mountains and carry cauldrons. When it moves, it feels like a hill is pressing down on it, giving it a full sense of oppression. A dark iron gun as thick as a bowl, once wielded, can be called a meat grinder on the battlefield. Unfortunately, it is not here.
The battlefield where the two armies confront each other is a river and lake. The one with the most skill wins. The iron gun roars and smashes the rain curtain, hitting the heads of the people in the rain...
Boom - flying sand and rocks, full of energy, stirring up dust and smoke all over the sky...
When the smoke and dust cleared, the violent force of the iron gun was seen to have smashed a foot-deep crater into the ground. In front of the tip of the gun, there was a person standing perfectly still. The man in the rain shook the gravel and soil on his body,
Shaking his head, he suddenly stepped forward, stepped on the black bear's spear body, and stabbed the long sword straight out without any fancy, pointing directly at the black bear's throat...
An inch long is strong, an inch short is dangerous. A long sword is a short weapon in front of an iron spear. Close combat is the wisest choice. People in the rain must hit with one hit.
No matter what, the iron spear couldn't be withdrawn in time to block, and the black bear was decisive. As soon as the iron spear was thrown, his body like a hill rolled on the spot, barely escaping the fatal sword. No one in the rain would have thought that he looked so naive and blunt.
The black bear actually resorted to life-saving stunts like rolling around in times of danger.