Jianghuxing

I leaned against the plank and looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw two men with spears on their backs wondering about the corpses of the bandits in the village. I snuck closer and finally heard their conversation.

A man who sounded like he was in his thirties or forties said, "It's a step too late, and the guy has made a move first." Another

voice was younger, and asked, "How should I explain to the master when I go back now?" He is an old man, if he can't level ten mountains, he will only be expelled from the master when he goes back. The senior brothers have gone so much, and seeing that there are only two of us left in this generation of disciples, you have to think of a way!" The

older man unloaded his gun and stuck it on the ground and looked back and forth twice, and when he heard the young man say this, he turned back to him: "What can I do? Master's strange temper, you don't know it, he doesn't care about how many talented senior brothers he has, and he will listen to the two of us talking blindly?"

Master's eyes are not too powerful at the beginning, and it seems that we are not in the stream when compared. Now the senior brother is guarding Xichuan, the second senior brother is sitting in Wancheng

, and the younger brother is ......" The older man glared: "The names of these people are also what you and I can mention?" Beware that the master lost his temper when he heard it, and you also saw the first few chopping hands and picking tendons, and you still can't honestly see if there is anything left alive. The

young man muttered, "I can't hear him here." Suddenly

, the young man walked up to the burial pit I had dug and shouted in surprise, "Senior brother, come and see!"

I secretly exclaimed in my heart, if these people died here with such a big grin, no one could say anything, and now that this group of people are dead, and they have dug a big pit for no reason, anyone will feel strange!

I silently said to the ghosts who died unjustly, "Brothers, I'm sorry, it turns out that it is not a mountain ghost who has been assassinating you, but the disciples of this strange sect, we have a debtor and a master, if you want to seek revenge, go to them, I can't give you a funeral today, otherwise I will inevitably be with you if I am caught." "

I was about to run away from the wall, I thought that I had practiced my ability to jump silently, but I still underestimated the professional practitioner. I had just taken a few steps on my front foot, and was about to spread my legs and stride away, when I heard the middle-aged man interrupt and shout, "Who?"

and heard a few crackling sounds across the house, as if he was stepping on something and jumped up quickly. When I turned around to look, I didn't see clearly, but I felt a dark shadow fall from the eaves and follow it to my eyes.

The middle-aged man was unusually strong, about as tall as Zhang Wenyuan, and he reached out to me without saying a word. I saw that he was so clever in chasing me, and I was still a little guarded in my heart, but his claw was unremarkable, just like an ordinary street hooligan and scoundrel fighting.

The young man ran around the house, spears in his hands. I thought to myself, don't say if this one can be beaten, if the two of them come together, won't I have to kill these guys like these bandits for some reason?

This change was greatly expected by the middle-aged man, and after the strong wind blew, although he tried his best to turn his body and take back the one who had grabbed me, his flesh and clothes were still scratched by the knife on his back and ribs.

"Fuck, there's one missing here!" The

middle-aged man jumped back into the middle of the road and spread his hands back, "No wonder you want to dig a pit and bury people, it turns out to be a family!"

The young man took a step forward and handed a spear to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a spear in his hand, and when he raised his eyebrows, he became a little more majestic.

I hurriedly lowered my knife and waved at them: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong! I'm not in the same group as these bandits, I'm just passing by......"

Before the words were finished, the tip of the middle-aged man's gun swung left and right, I suddenly remembered this starting style, instinctively tilted to the side, this shot was a perfect match with me, and it happened to pierce the other side of my head.

The middle-aged man let out a "huh", and the spear in his hand trembled, and stabbed at me one after another. I don't know why I am so familiar with this marksmanship, I followed my instinct to dodge a few times and finally remembered that this was not the Chu Yan that made the Feiyan gun, which once hit me and Zhang Liao without what to do. If I hadn't gone out and tried my best to change tricks with him in the end, I would have died under Chu Yan's gun today.

It's just that although this person practices the same marksmanship as Chu Yan, he is far less refined and skilled than Chu Yan, so I am quite comfortable in fighting, and I don't need to exchange my life with him. After a few more blocks, I jumped out of the way and asked, "Are you the wind horse cow...... No, are you the one who has the windmill and the horse?" The

middle-aged man failed to take me down with a series of quick moves, and his face was already full of shame and indignation, as if he had lost a lot of ugliness in front of that young man.

This person seems to have only learned the first few hands of the Feiyan gun, and the changes and routines began to repeat after playing, far less than Chu Yan's tens of millions of changes. The more I fought, the more skillful I became, and I shook him in the chest with a horizontal knife, and as soon as I grabbed the barrel of his gun, I had an extra gun in my hand between a stroke and a pull.

The middle-aged man had an empty hand, and he didn't react to what was going on and was stunned there, and the young man didn't know why he was also angry with the enemy, and he stabbed when he stepped on the gun.

I held a gun in my left hand and a knife in my right hand and had a few tricks with him, and found that this young man was not as good as the middle-aged man's kung fu, but I had fought with Chu Yan earlier and was familiar with this set of marksmanship. But I confronted him single-handedly, and I had a long and obstructive gun in my hand, and I threw it away for fear of being picked up by the middle-aged man and the two of them teamed up to hit me.

The middle-aged man was eager to come up and take back his weapon, which invisibly affected the young man's pace and position, and the young man didn't dare to say it because of his face when he noticed it, and I saw that his face was embarrassed, and I knew what he was thinking at the moment, so I didn't move on to the middle-aged man with his bare hands, but just pestered the young man to walk around and fight.

The middle-aged man was suffering from the seizure of his weapon, and in order to save face, he actually began to find fault with the young man's unfamiliar martial arts: "Don't just hit him, he guards so tightly, you pierce his leg, quickly, pierce his leg!"

But the middle-aged man was right, I have a weak foundation, except for a set of pig-killing knife techniques in my hand, there is nothing to do, if he comes up and doesn't say a word and beats me down three ways, I'm really fine. It's just that he called out like this to make me defensive, and it's not easy to take advantage of me anymore.

The young man also noticed this, and the middle-aged man shouted more and more, and the young man began to lose his breath, and his marksmanship gradually became chaotic. When the middle-aged man saw this, he began to accuse him: "Why don't you listen to what you say? Why is the kung fu in your hands scattered, how did the master teach him?" The master said......

"The young man stepped back, arched the gun forward with both hands, and said, "Here you go!"

The middleman was stunned for a moment, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to fight with me, but then he didn't know what he thought of, so he pulled down his face and began to lecture the young man: "You see that your temperament is unstable, I pointed out the flaws in your martial arts as a senior brother, and you not only thanked your brother, but also showed me your face." Oh, are you angry with me, or are you dissatisfied with the master? No, let's go to the master and talk to the master, and see what the master and his old man say. The

young man was stunned when he heard that his hat was so big on his head, and he picked up his gun and went on with me. At this time, I also had the certainty of being able to kill them, but I couldn't figure out the origin, and it sounded very good, so I rashly killed people in case it caused the rivers and lakes to chase and kill, and it would be over.

I swung my knife to open the young man's attack, threw the spear in my hand, and slashed straight up and down a dozen times. The young man was robbed of a move and messed up, more than a dozen knives in a row, he just knew that he was holding a gun to take the defense, where did he know that I didn't make a real move after two knives, and after seeing that he did not have any other tricks, he kicked in the middle, the young man bent down in pain and lost the weapon, I turned around and raised the knife, and the middle-aged man had already picked up the weapon and came back and attacked.

My heart is on fire, and anyone can see that I have spare hands to spare you two from dying, why do I have to fight like I don't have long eyes.

I asked the middle-aged man: "Which sect and sect are you, leave a name, and then I will turn my face if you are so clueless and brainless!"

Who knew that the middle-aged man was used to instigating others, and even I began to count down: "You wilderness bandits, disaster to the country and the people, you were born innocent of death, where is your turn to ask my master where ......."

This one makes me angry, don't say that I am not with these bandits, even if I am really a bandit, who is not raised by my father's mother, why am I born and die?

The middle-aged man shouted at the young man: "Get up, let's fight him together! What is that with the one taught by the master, what is that......?"

I glanced at the young man and saw that the young man was getting up slowly, thinking that he would not be able to stay any longer, so he mustered up his spirit and forced himself into the middle-aged man's gun. The middle-aged man realized something, and shouted at the young man: "You are still grinding, you are still grinding, I have people here to beat people into a foot of knife circumference, you are still ......"

After all, I am not enough for this person, and I can't care about anything after listening to his nonsense, so I didn't want to spare his life anymore because he was born and died. I let him shoot me in the left leg, pretended to sharpen his wrist with my backhand to force him to defend himself, and then turned around and slashed at the barrel of his gun, just when he thought I was going to hit him with the weapon in his hand for the third time, I wiped him directly in the neck. The middle-aged man's eyes were round, first he looked at his wounds, and then pointed at the young man who had just gotten up in disbelief, and fell down with a thud.

Thinking of the frightened eyes of the middle-aged man, I suddenly remembered: the knife I killed him with the same knife as the knife that killed all the people here.