The two Uighurs, whose upper bodies were dominated by their lower bodies, did not feel any danger at all. They both stared hard at Cao Sanniang's round buttocks and began to breathe rapidly.
Perhaps feeling the burning gazes from these two eyes, Mrs. Cao Sanni lifted her head from Zhang Zhao's lap.
On that tender white face that shone with a healthy flesh color, strings of tears were falling down, as if a string of pearls were hanging on the bright moon. The lips moistened by the teardrops were even more rosy, and the slightly opened red lips were full of porcelain.
The white teeth may be hidden or visible.
As expected, pear blossoms bring rain, I feel pity for them!
The two Uighur warriors even felt an inexplicable feeling of pity. Even they felt that it was a sin to send such a beauty into the hands of a devil like Ge Duo.
'Choke!' This was the sound of a sharp blade being drawn out of its sheath. The two Uighurs who were completely attracted by Cao Sanniang looked up stupidly. Under the dim butter lamp, a horizontal sword with a cold light was slashing with thunderous force.
Come down.
Zhang Zhao stood unmoved, holding the handle of the horizontal sword with both hands and raising it above his head, and then slashed at the Uighur on the right.
This guy wears a leather hat inlaid with iron plates, and is taller and stronger than the one next to him. Of course, he will hit the one who threatens him most when he is not expected.
'Dang!' The sharp horizontal knife directly cut the iron piece in the leather hat on the Uighur's head. The extremely fast blade immediately hit the Uighur's head. The tip of the knife actually cut into the Uighur's head by about two inches. Zhang Zhao even
The moment I felt the other person’s skull crack.
‘Ah!’ Blood gushed out from the Uighur’s head like a spring, soon turning his forehead and face red.
Amidst the screams, Zhang Zhao stepped forward again, kicked the Uighur man hard in the chest, and pulled out the horizontal knife from the opponent's head.
All this changed in just a few breaths. Seeing his companion being attacked, the Uighur on the left reacted very quickly. But just as he drew out the knife, Zhang Zhao twisted his waist and slashed him diagonally from right to left with the knife.
Come down!
Retreat! It's too late, the Uighurs can only raise their swords horizontally to block.
‘Dang!’ There was another crisp sound, and the Tibetan knife in the Uighur’s hand was broken!
Just kidding, the imitation Tang Dynasty Hengdao in Zhang Zhao's hand is made of later industrialized tool steel. Compared with it, the iron Tibetan knife in the hands of the Falcon this time is no different from rotten wood!
‘Crack!’ Zhang Zhao never thought that a steel knife would make such a sound when it hits a person. It feels like you have chopped down several sugar canes at once.
Although there is a bit of resistance, it is more of a feeling of exhilaration. Every cell in the body is immersed in the pleasure of the thunderous strike just now, a bit like the kind of exhilaration of passing five levels and defeating six generals and then scoring a goal.
Warm and smelly blood sprayed all over Zhang Zhao, and there were two clanging sounds! The Tibetan knife that the Uyghur man's hand on the left broke into two pieces fell to the ground, and then a body that was still exuding the smell of sheep's mutton's knees weakened and Zhang Zhao fell to his knees.
In front of you.
Zhang Zhao took a closer look and saw that the knife he had just slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left. With a full blow, the chest of the Uighur on the left seemed to have been cut with a chainsaw, and a huge slash was cut out.
The groove.
Blood mixed with unknown other colorful things flowed out crazily from the breach. The Uighur was not dead yet, his whole body was twitching and looking at him with eyes like a dead fish, and he was still making sounds in his mouth. p>
Qi Shaohu and Sha Gou'er, who were in the distance, were both stunned by the thunderous blow. They had seen people killing people, but they had never seen people almost cut into two pieces with a single knife.
"What a pig! Can you see my mother's figure?" A shout came, and Zhang Zhao turned around in surprise.
In his mind, the mature Lolita Cao Sanniangzi, who was as delicate and frail as an Aries, pulled up the Uighur's head on the right side of the ground, whose skull was almost chopped open, and wiped the short knife in her hand.
A cold light flashed, and a blood arrow shot out from the Uighur's neck. The blood stained Madam Cao's tearful face, and the dying body in her hands kept twitching slightly.
Hiss! This is a cruel person! Zhang Zhao took a breath.
It feels like you have a harmless kitten at home, delicate and frail, but one day you suddenly find that she is not a kitten but a tigress, and she kills a wild boar ferociously in front of you.
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Traveler Zhang Da feels that his worldview is about to collapse. A woman, a very beautiful woman, kills people without blinking an eye!
In the distance, the stunned sand dog quickly closed his eyes, acting as if he had never seen anything.
"Shagouer, is Yeye's figure beautiful?" Mrs. Cao Sanniang put down the Uighur corpse in her hand, took the knife and walked towards Shagouer, and the pale face and closed eyes of Shagouer slid directly to the ground.
"Sister, please spare your life! Please spare your life! All of this was instigated by that dog slave Zhai Tongjin and has nothing to do with the villain!"
People who love vanity are generally not very strong. This is the case with Shagou'er. He already succumbed before Cao Sanniang's dagger was placed on his neck.
"It has nothing to do with you? Is that dog slave Zhai Tongjin yours? Do you listen to him in everything?" Ms. Cao Sanniang blinked at Zhang Zhao and left the sand dog behind. This was the result of the two people's discussion, because this guy still had
Very useful.
"It was he who led the villain to play games and made the villain owe Xijie two feet and five feet. If he can't pay back the money, he will send the villain to Dunhuang County. The villain has found out his crime and begs the third lady to spare his life!"
Jie is a general term for a kind of cotton cloth, and fine cotton cloth is a kind of fine cotton cloth that is collected by official uniforms and has precise standards.
During the Guiyi Army period, there was a shortage of silver and copper in the northwest, so fine cotton cloth with a seal was used as currency. At this time, the Guiyi Army, Ganzhou Uighurs, Gaochang Uighurs and Khotan were all considered legal tender.
Mudd, this guy is still a gambler! A piece of meat measuring two feet and five feet is not a small sum of money. It is roughly equivalent to the annual rent and tax that a small landowner with 70 acres of land needs to pay. This guy is a poor soldier, and he still has a lot of money.
It's weird.
"Why should I believe you? Don't you call yourself the captain? Aren't you the one running around Ge Du's place? Who knows who is the mastermind between you and Zhai Tongjin?"
Zhang Zhao wiped the blood on the horizontal knife on the corpse of a Uighur, and then slowly walked towards Shagouer.
The heavy footsteps and the cold light reflected by the sharp blade put great pressure on the sand dog.
"The villain can prove it, the villain can prove it, the villain still has the debt receipt, and the villain's golden hairpin is also on the villain."
With trembling hands and a face of despair, what Shagouer took out was not only Cao Sanniang's golden hairpin, but also his hope.
Because with these thirty coins, he could not only pay off his gambling debts, but also buy a small courtyard and marry a young lady.
Sure enough, he was someone who got into the eyes of money. At that time, Zhai Tongjin was beaten to death by Zhang Chao. There was a master like Zhang Zhao inside, and Zhang Zhong and Yin Yaozi came outside. It was a matter of life and death. This guy didn't forget to take Sanniangzi's gold treasure.