The bandit responsible for sending the signal gritted his teeth, moved his arms with difficulty, and stretched towards the signal barrel hanging around his waist.
However, his fingers had just hooked to the edge of the signal barrel.
"Swish!"
A cold light fell from the sky and instantly penetrated his vest, piercing into the ground through his body!
"Cough..." The bandit widened his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood from his mouth, his pupils rolled up in horror. Before he could see the enemy's appearance, his body twitched and fell to the ground and stopped moving.
The mountain wind whistled by.
The thick smoke did not last long and was soon blown away by the mountain wind.
Zhan Beihan drew out the sword blade and swung it casually, and the blood beads on the sword blade splattered on the ground.
"You...you..." The bandits lying on the ground looked at him with horror, and cold sweat suddenly appeared.
Zhan Beihan bent down and pulled the signal barrel from the waist of the dead bandit.
Xiao Lingyue walked out from behind the cypress tree and applauded: "Beautiful job!"
It's just a matter of scam, it's just a neat!
Zhan Beihan ignored her and looked at the signal tube in his hand, his handsome side face condensed as ice.
Xiao Lingyue looked at the bandits who were all over the ground and could not move.
Some people were so unlucky that they fell on the charcoal, and their clothes were burned, making their skin charred and smoked. Several bandits were so sad that their faces were twisted and their heads were sweating all over, but they could not move because of the medicinal properties of the soft muscles.
I can only bear the pain straight.
Xiao Lingyue didn't sympathize with them at all.
Thinking of the women in the dark room who were tortured crazy, she wished that these bandits would be cut off and died without a place to die.
What is suffering from some torture?
Only dead bandits are called bandits!
Xiao Lingyue ignored them directly and asked Zhan Beihan, "What are you looking at?"
"This signal tube is something used in the army and is not allowed to be circulated among the people." Zhan Beihan glanced coldly at the messy bandits on the ground, "Where did you get it?"
The bandits gritted their teeth and said nothing.
There was a tough bandit staring at them with a fierce look: "Who are you? Are you a lackey sent by the court?"
"If you are like this, you still call others a lackey?" Xiao Lingyue looked at him with a sneer, "I am almost dead."
Zhan Beihan's eyes were cold: "Say!"
"The lackey of the imperial court, I'm spit!" The bandit spat hard, lay on the ground and couldn't move, but tried hard to get his neck.
"If you have the ability, you will kill me! The scars of the bowl fell off in my head. I frowned and I didn't even grow them! Don't even think about it from my mouth..."
"Swish--"
His harsh words have not been finished yet.
Zhan Beihan raised his hand with a expressionless face, and the sharp blade passed by like lightning.
Cut his neck instantly!
The bandit's glaring head rolled down like a ball.
Blood splattered out, pouring the bandits next to him on their heads and faces.
"I want to lose my head, I will help you!"
Zhan Beihan withdrew his sword, and a murderous smile appeared on his cold face.
The bandit next to him was so scared that he screamed: "Ah...ahh..." Because the soft tendons were dispersed, the voice was not as big as a child.
Xiao Lingyue frowned in discomfort, and soon laughed again, sighing: "Tsk tsk, no wonder you can say that you can't even get rid of your brows! Your head has rolled to the ground, why are you still frowning?"
She smiled and looked at the frightened bandits on the ground: "You guys, right?"
The bandits looked at her in horror—
Is this woman a devil? Popular『』 This chapter has been completed!