"Whoever dares to come forward!"

The village chief's bold statement resounded all over the world, and even the bandits seemed to be shocked.

After a while, I heard the arrogant young horse bandit laughing and said:

"It's fun, I like guys like you!"

"Brothers, I have listened to it. Without my orders, I will not be allowed to charge. I will learn the skills of this hero."

"Sand Scar, you go!"

The young horse bandit waved to his side and saw a young man with a sweat scarf on his head and a narrow black scar on his face riding forward.

Shascar jumped off the horse, and a small dagger flipped over his hand, attracting people's attention at all times.

"Village Chief, take the knife!"

At the village gate, the village soldiers threw down a long sabre and landed straight inch in front of the village chief.

The village chief was so scared to death, he was almost killed by his own people.

He glared at the upstairs, realized that the village soldier who had just thrown the knife was the village armor, then pretended not to care, pulled up the knife, strode forward, and said to Shascar:

"I have cut off the legs of a horse and killed many horse bandits. If you know the truth, you will retreat.

We will not violate the river water. If you are your horse bandit, I will live my peaceful life."

"wishful thinking!"

Shascar smiled coldly.

The dagger between his fingers was like lightning, and at the same time, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist.

The village chief dodged, but he had already missed the lead, and a knife like a storm slashed at him.

Horse bandits always make a living on horseback. Their swordsmanship is concise and dangerous. If a knife attacks a person's vital point, it will take human life with one knife.

Under the fierce sword light, the village chief could not use a wide and heavy horse-slashing saber at all, so he could only passively resist.

The so-called shorter one inch and more dangerous, the scimitar technique is flexible and convenient, and it is very advantageous in close combat.

The two of them have similar martial arts realms, about the fifth and sixth grades, but now that Sha Scar takes the lead, he has to be unreasonable.

The village chief took twenty or thirty moves, and saw the Shascar scimitar suddenly hovering on his saber, and the blade cuts directly into his inner abdomen.

The village chief snorted miserably, and waved his hand even harder, and he was about to slap the sand scars away.

But Sha Chai suddenly shrank, and he didn't need to abandon the knife, and he was completely retracted into the village chief's arms.

Then he saw him like an angry monkey, his hands turning into claws and constantly scratching his chest.

Then he saw bloody mouths breaking open, and blood sprayed the sand scar on his face.

The village chief took several steps back, and the big slashing sabre was full of blood, but unfortunately it was all his own.

Shascar was about to continue, but he took his life in one fell swoop.

Then I heard the young man behind shouting:

"Stop, Sand Scar is back!"

Sha Cai stopped moving, picked up the scimitar and dagger on the ground without saying a word, and then walked backwards.

"Uncle, you speak so loudly, but your martial arts don't seem useful."

On the horse's back, the young horse bandit sneered.

The village chief spit out a mouthful of blood and said with a strong sting:

"That's because I'm not full. I have the ability to wait until I'm full, so let's fight again. Puff, puff!"

"Yoyo, you're talking harshly to me."

The young horse bandit continued to laugh:

"Can you still fight? If you don't fight, I will continue to attack the village."

"Look at your village, you should be ready, it's more fun."

"beat!"

The village chief stood up straight, but the wound suddenly cracked, and blood flowed down. He supported himself with a knife.

When this really comes, the village chief decided to use his life to help the village delay more time, and the greater the possibility of the village holding it later.

No one can blame anyone for his end now.

Who made him greedy?

Thinking of this, the village chief glanced at the fifty lotus leaf vegetables spread on the ground not far away, clean and steaming. It seemed that the battle just now did not affect these dishes at all.

I just ate one chicken nugget, but I lost it.

Such an idea suddenly appeared in the village chief's mind, then glared at the horse bandit more than 100:

"Who else dares to come forward!"

"I'll do it!"

Aroused by these words, a horse bandit rushed out of the horse team.

The young horse bandit was unhappy at the time and asked someone else:

"Who is this person? I dare to steal my prestige. Has no one taught him the rules?"

"Boss, he is new."

"You can be presumptuous if you come here? Whoever writes down his name and kills him when you go back!"

“…Uh, boss, no need.”

"What, I can't speak well?"

"No, boss, look."

The young horse bandit turned around and saw the body of the horse bandit who had just left was on the ground. The horse kept wandering around him, urging him with his head from time to time, trying to wake him up.

Next to the corpse of the bandit, there was a mature woman holding a sword. She was about thirty years old, with a plump figure and dignified appearance. She was wearing a light blue long skirt. The sword tip in her hand was dripping with blood.

Behind the mature woman was four young girls in their twenties, holding long swords and facing each other coldly.

"It's fun, it's getting more and more fun."

When the young bandit saw that his subordinates were killed, he not only wasn't angry, but instead laughed:

"Who are you? Are you here to play games with me?"

"devil!"

A girl with fluffy long hair cursed behind the mature woman in a light yellow dress and fluffy long hair:

"Is their lives a game in your eyes? Do you still have human nature and heart, how can you be so cruel?!"

The young horse bandit laughed and said:

"That's right, not only them, but you, but even me is just a game. But I can start over, but you can't."

The young horse bandit said something they couldn't understand, then stretched out his hands and fists behind him:

"knife!"

A series of scimitars were raised high, and the cold light flashed.

"knife!"

Many horse bandits responded loudly.

The iron-blooded momentum pressed over like a dark cloud, causing the girls' hearts to sink.

"I had a good game, but you had to get it on your own, which made me very annoyed. I didn't finish the fight just now, so you fight for him.

But I have always treated girls with preferential treatment. He is going to beat one, and you will hit us a group!"

The young horse bandit raised his knife and shouted loudly:

"knife!"

"knife!"

"kill!"

"Law!!!"

The horse neighed and the sword roared, and the chaotic situation suddenly rolled over.
Chapter completed!