"What do you want to do when you come to us again and again? It's so embarrassing for you, masters with such frightening martial arts skills, to come here to deal with a group of weak women like us! All the brothers in our village are

I haven't been as vulgar as you. How can you be a good man by bullying a bunch of women and children?" Xiao Qiao glared at him angrily, while looking at Qinghan, he seemed to be defeated and had to rush over to help.

"I have never thought about being a hero. People in Tianmen have always only been slaves, and the mission of slaves is absolute obedience and loyalty! We are just following the instructions of our superiors and massacring everyone in the Zhu family!" Leng, the blue-shirted swordsman

He said coldly, with no expression on his face, as if killing was a common occurrence for them. Even if there was a baby standing in front of him and his master asked him to kill him, he would not hesitate.

"If I ask you to kill your mother, do you want to kill your mother? Do you still have a conscience?" Xiao Qiao was completely infuriated by his reason. He actually looked down on himself so much. He treated himself as a slave. What extravagance did he have?

Begging others to look up to you.

"Yes!" the swordsman in green shirt said without hesitation. Xiao Qiao was startled, what kind of bloodless people are these? Looking at their insensitive expressions, a strong hatred suddenly surged in Xiao Qiao's heart, even if it was...

The many grievances she suffered in the Zhu family were nothing compared to this scene today.

With a "pop" sound, the long knife in Qinghan's hand was swept away by the sleeve of the black robe, and flew out. His chest was also severely hit by the black robe's palm, and his whole body was blown up.

"Third brother!" Zhu Qinglang flew up into the air and reached out to catch him.

He hugged Zhu Qinghan. At the same time, the black robe also flew up from the ground. With a wave of his long sleeves, the layers of black silk mesh were intertwined and staggered, and they were photographed towards the two brothers. Zhu Honglie frowned, and the steel behind him

The knife swung out in an instant, heading towards the black

The silk screen swept away, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of Heipao's mouth. What he wanted was this opportunity. Although Zhu Honglie had not used a sword for twenty years, his style was still the same as before, and what Heipao was good at was

Close tactics, in the hands of Zhu Honglie

With the Black Iron Flying Knife in his hand, he was a little wary after all. But now, his knives had all been unsheathed, which was the best time for him to make a move. The silk screen was broken, and the black-robed wrist suddenly
Chapter completed!