There was a scream, and everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they all turned their heads and looked back.
I saw a wealthy man in linen clothes with a long arrow stuck in his back. He stretched out his hand to everyone, as if he wanted to ask for help.
But the next moment, the man fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
Everyone gasped when they saw this, but before they could react, they heard the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" piercing the air, and then more than a dozen golden-feathered long arrows were shot from the window and outside the door, and instantly they were
He shot and killed a group of less skilled gangsters.
At this time, looking outside the teahouse, there were more than a dozen men in black attire coming towards me. The first man with tiger eyes and beard was holding a large carved bow in his left hand and shouted:
"Leave no one behind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so men in black behind him immediately dismounted from their horses, each took their swords and swords, and headed straight for the teahouse.
The people in the teahouse saw that the first thing the man in black said was to massacre everyone outside the door, so naturally they couldn't sit back and wait for death. Many people took their weapons and shouted loudly:
"Fight them!"
What was originally a pleasant teahouse turned into a purgatory-like battlefield in an instant.
Although there are many wealthy people in the teahouse, their martial arts skills are uneven. Some people have only learned the three-legged cat stance. Four or five people together are not enough to chop a man in black across from them.
In just half a cup of tea, many people's heads were missing, and there were screams in the teahouse.
Zhao Zimo's face was gloomy. He held a long sword in his hand and did not join the battle group. Instead, he shouted in a long voice: "Which brother is there outside the door? There must be some misunderstanding. Can you sell me the 'Qingyi Sword' to save face? The two parties will leave it alone for the time being.
give up!"
The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed loudly. He looked around and asked: "'Tsing Yi Sword'? What a great name! Have you ever heard of it?"
The two men in black who were accompanying him shook their heads and replied in unison: "Never heard of it!"
The man in black with tiger eyes and beard said with a sigh: "It seems that the name of Tsing Yi Sword is not resounding enough for me to give up!"
Zhao Zimo's face was ashen, but he did not draw his sword in anger, but asked tentatively: "Who are you, and why do you want to massacre the people in the teahouse? Can you please explain clearly?"
The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed loudly and said: "Well, let me make you understand! A certain person is the master of Heifeng Mountain, and is known as the 'Slaughterer of Ten Thousand Households'! As for why he wants to kill you, it is naturally because of the Lan family."
It’s a martial arts contest to recruit a bride!”
Zhao Zimo suddenly said: "You are also going to propose marriage!"
Tu Wanhu smiled and said: "That's right! A certain family wants to kill all the people who come to propose marriage on the road, so that no one can compete with me. When I marry a beauty and get the Lan family's property, won't I be happy?
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After he finished speaking, he slapped his horse on the back, flew up, and landed directly into the teahouse. He shouted: "After talking to you these nonsense, you can become a sensible person!"
Zhao Zimo's expression changed, but instead of drawing his sword to meet the enemy, he ran away!
Everyone in the teahouse originally expected him to confront the bandit leader Tu Wanhu, but they did not expect that the "Qing Yi Sword" Zhao Zimo not only did not draw his sword, but actually turned around and ran away.
Tu Wanhu was also stunned, but then he sneered. Holding two black axes, he came to the back of Zhao Zimo in just a flash.
"The guy surnamed Zhao! Why are you running so fast? Let's take an ax from someone!"
Zhao Zimo heard the sudden sound of wind behind him and couldn't help but stand on end. He couldn't dodge in a hurry, so he could only move his long sword back horizontally and withstand the ax of Tu Wanhu.
Ping!
There was a crisp sound, and then Zhao Zimo's body flew backwards like catkins in the wind!
This time was really beyond everyone's expectations. There were many martial arts elites in the teahouse who were fighting hard, but they didn't expect that Zhao Zimo, who was famous all over the world, couldn't even catch the move of slaughtering ten thousand households!
Tu Wanhu was also slightly surprised, but the practical experience he had developed over the years was: "If your opponent doesn't die, you must not take it lightly!"
Thinking of this, Tu Wanhu didn't hold anything back. Instead, he pursued the victory and rushed directly to the spot where Zhao Zimo's body fell. He raised his ax and brought it down, killing the swordsman in blue with one blow!
When Zhao Zimo's head rolled to the ground, Tu Wanhu came to his senses and secretly thought: "Why is this 'Qingyi Sword' Zhao Zimo so famous in the world so vulnerable?"
You must know that although Tu Wanhu was verbally insulting just now, these were his usual methods when confronting his enemies. He either flattered or belittled his opponents. In short, he had to disturb his state of mind first. In fact, the "Tsing Yi Sword" has such a great reputation that even he
There was also a third degree of fear, so as soon as he made a move, he went straight to this person without any carelessness.
Unexpectedly, just after they exchanged a move, the swordsman in green was hacked away by him with an axe. After that, he was unable to fight back, and his head was chopped off by him with an axe.
At this time, Tu Wanhu was still a little confused. It was not until he saw the head rolling on the ground that he was once again convinced that he had killed the "Qing Yi Sword" with two moves.
"What's the 'Tsing Yi Sword'? Bah!"
Tu Wanhu spat, turned around and joined the fighting group in the teahouse.
The two parties, which were originally evenly matched, showed a one-sided trend after Tu Wanhu joined in. The group of men in black, with the loss of only four companions, killed more than 30 Jianghu people in the teahouse.
The high rollers were all hacked to death.
Tu Wanhu stood in the teahouse, looking at the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel satisfied. But just when he was about to give orders, he heard several small sounds coming from the teahouse window.
Years of experience in the martial arts world made him immediately alert. He jumped into the air, grabbed it with his right hand, and hung directly from the beam.
"Be careful, there is a hidden weapon!"
As soon as Tu Wanhu finished speaking, a wailing sound came from below. The seven or eight companions in black clothes in the teahouse were now covered with silver needles, their expressions were distorted, and they were rolling on the ground begging for mercy. They only took a few breaths.
In no time, these people were already dead.
"The Peacock Divine Needle seals the throat when it sees blood!"
Tu Wanhu's face changed drastically. He fell from the beam and looked at the door of the teahouse with a gloomy face. He saw a tall and thin figure wearing a brown short coat and carrying a long knife slowly walked in, with a faint expression on his face.
said with a smile:
"After committing so many murders, the head on your neck is probably worth a lot more!"
"The Peacock God, Yang Mu!" Tu Wanhu stared at the person in front of him and said word by word.
"Hehe, that's right!" Yang Mu chuckled and said, "I am an official and you are a thief. I am destined to bring you to justice today, so let me borrow your head for use!"