Back Off, Let Me Come

"thief":"……"

The strong man with Yan Ling Dao: "..."

Looking at the strange young man holding the sword, the two of them had different expressions.

The former is confused, he is completely desperate, and is ready to use all the potential of Dan Fu Wu Dan to forcibly improve his level and fight with his last resort. Even if you die, you still have to support yourself! Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a strange young man jumped out of nowhere.

The latter was solemn, and just by looking at the power of the sword mark, he knew that the strength of the person coming was not to be underestimated, and if he was not careful, he could capsize the ship.

"puff--"

The "thief" was about to speak but the wound was affected, his throat spasmed uncontrollably, and he vomited a large mouthful of dirty blood, making his originally dirty and unclear face even more embarrassed. He coughed several times, barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and gasped: "Little friend, this is our private matter, don't take a trip into this muddy water..."

The strong man with the Yan Ling Dao snorted and laughed cruelly.

"Is there any injustice in the way of learning? Those who know the truth, get out of here!"

Shen Tang still had a dull face. At first, his attention was attracted by the "thief" behind him. When he heard what the strong man with Yan Ling Dao said, the anger he had just calmed down suddenly rose to a high level. In anger, his eyes widened: "I know that you little thieves have evil intentions."

The strong man with Yan Ling Dao disliked Shen Tang's preface and incompatible remarks.

"I don't know what to say, but since you want to die, then keep your life alive." He waved the blade and ordered, "Kill the two of them!"

As the words fell, the sword edge was already in front of him.

The strong man with Yan Ling Dao was so horrified that he didn't even see how the young man was approaching. He shouted loudly, activating his martial courage, and the air waves surged out in all directions around him. At the same time, he made a horizontal movement with the long sword, and the blade of the sword intercepted the sword, splitting the blade that was coming from the front.

bang!

Swords clashed.

The red knife shadow exploded, and the air waves rolled.

The strong man with Yan Ling Dao suddenly flew backwards for seven or eight steps before he could stabilize his body. The blade in his hand was overwhelmed by the weight, making a very light "click" sound, and three or four small cracks appeared. He had a look of horror on his face, while the young man holding the sword had a dull look on his face, remaining calm despite being surrounded by several people.

"Kill one person in ten steps." The young man made a mistake with his foot. He seemed to be riding on the clouds and the wind. He shuttled freely among the light and shadow of the sword. He slit the throat of the person who blocked him like a flowing stream. He was actually killed with one sword!

The tongues of fire swallowed, and the spurting blood was more blazing than the fire!

In two breaths of time, there were three more souls under the sword!

The young man's eyes were as bright as paint, and his red lips were slightly pursed. Even though the firelight dyed the cold face a bit warm, it still made people shudder.

Tick ​​tick tick——

The hot blood on the sword's edge dripped down the sword's body.

Soon it swam in the mud, leaving little red marks.

The young man looked coldly at the strong man with Yan Ling Dao.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Faced with this provocation, the strong man with Yan Ling Dao laughed angrily. The halo of the Martial Tiger Talisman around his waist circulated, and the red energy flowed throughout his body, instantly transforming into a ferocious beast head armor. The Yan Ling Dao in his hand also turned into a red tassel hook and sickle spear, and his momentum suddenly increased, and the whole person was like a burning flame. He ran two steps wildly, and a black horse riding on flames appeared under his crotch, attacking Shen Tang like an arrow from a string.

clang!

Although the gun blade missed, it almost touched Shen Tang's eyebrow, leaving a long and slender red mark that made his skin even whiter.

One shot missed and attacks followed.

The head of the hook spear turned, and the barb on one side was lifted up to hit Shen Tang's face. If he was stabbed, his skull would be cracked at the least.

"Byakuya!"

The bowstring buzzed, and a dark-colored feather arrow shot through the air.

The arrow hit the barb of the hook and sickle accurately, and the harsh sound made by the collision made the cochlea roar and the ears ringing.

"Join the company!"

The ink-colored feathered arrows arrived again, this time one after another.

It seems that the force is light and weak, but the actual contact is extremely powerful. It misses the direction of the hook and sickle spear, causing the gun wielder's jaw to go numb. The targets of the arrows were not only the strong men with Yan Ling Dao, but almost every one of them. The arrows hit the eyebrows, throat, heart and other fatal places. The deceased couldn't even react, so he felt cold all over, and some of them were driven flying and pinned to the wall.

The strong man with the Yan Ling Dao took a closer look, and unexpectedly a tall young man wearing black clothes and red hair jumped out. He was holding a black long bow in his left hand, and there was no quiver on his body. The young man leaped in mid-air and landed on the ground. Before his toes were steady, he pulled the bow string with his right hand until it reached the full moon.

"Jingyi!"

The ink-colored Gangqi condensed four feather arrows at his fingertips. One arrow stopped the warrior with the Yan Ling Dao, missed his hook and sickle spear again, and the other three arrows killed the people who besieged Shen Tang. With three arrows, three more people returned to the west, and the brave man with the wild goose feather gun just wanted to curse!

Where did these two little brats come from?

The sword in Shen Tang's hand was about to cut the enemy's throat, but a black feather arrow pierced the enemy's head first, and the head was gone!

She suddenly turned back to look at Zhai Le.

This is the dog with the head that stole her head!

Zhai Le, however, did not have this consciousness. He avoided pursuit with his dexterity and jumped onto the eaves with his toes. While using the terrain to deal with the enemy, he shot several arrows from time to time, killing him with arrows. His archery skills are excellent, his body shape is amazingly flexible, and he doesn't forget to shout.

"Brother Shen, have all these people been killed?"

"They are chasing me no matter what..."

"It's so hot, my feet are so hot..."

Naotao wasted no time in counting arrows and shooting them out.

He leaped forward and stepped on the heads of the people below to jump to the roof of another room. He grabbed the eaves with one arm and used his strength to change his trajectory, avoiding another pursuit and successfully escaping from the three-person attack. The mouth didn't take any time to relax: "This cooperation doesn't look like bandits..."

He and his brother traveled all the way from the southeast to the northwest, encountering not a thousand but also nine hundred villains along the way. The stragglers fight on their own and have varying levels of abilities, making it extremely easy to be defeated one by one. And these villains cooperate with each other, just like those who are paid by the army.

"I miss my brother, I'm not used to being helpless."

"Brother Shen, please help me, Wen Xin Wen Xin Wen Xin!"

Zhai Le never stopped talking.

Shen Tang was annoyed by the thought and said, "Can you shut up?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhai Le. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword flew out of his hand and shot through the enemy who was attacking Zhai Le from behind with the sword raised.

"I never play the support position!" She said with a hook of two fingers, and the sword flew back to her hand obediently, as if it had been summoned by some kind of summons.

Zhai Le, whose face was splashed with blood, said: "..."

aggrieved

Although he doesn't understand what "playing the assist position" means, it doesn't prevent him from knowing what "assistant" means.

Brother Shen dislikes him.

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

Just be self-reliant.

The relaxation on Zhai Le's face gradually receded, replaced by a bit of solemnity - despite the high momentum of him and Brother Shen, the number of enemies only increased, and he didn't know where they came from. They kind of stirred up a hornet's nest. déjà vu.

In addition, the strong man with Yan Ling Dao is at least an eighth-class public chariot, and his courageous tiger talisman can command four hundred soldiers. These four hundred soldiers have not yet been dispatched, and they are obviously very comfortable. It would not be a good idea to use these inferior soldiers to waste their strength now.

Second update.

This chapter was difficult to write. I revised it many times but it still didn't work.

One more chapter.