058: Someone stole my things (Part 2) [Request a monthly ticket]
"thief":"……"
The strong man with Yan Ling Dao: "..."
Looking at the unfamiliar young man holding the sword, the two of them had different expressions.
The former was confused. He was completely desperate. He was ready to use all the potential of Dan Fu Wu Dan to forcibly improve his level and fight with his last resort. Even if he died, he would have to support him! He never expected that at this critical moment, a strange boy would jump out of nowhere. Lang.
The latter looked dignified. Just by looking at the power of the sword mark, he knew that the strength of the person coming was not to be underestimated. If he was not careful, he could capsize the ship.
"puff--"
The "thief" was about to speak but the wound was affected. His larynx spasmed uncontrollably and he vomited a large mouthful of dirty blood, which made his face, which was already dirty and unclear, even more embarrassing. He coughed several times, barely suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and gasped: : "My little friend, this is our private matter. Don't go 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? If you are wise, get out of here!"
Shen Tang still had a dull expression on his 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 the Yan Ling Dao disliked Shen Tang's preface and incompatible words.
"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 he finished speaking, the sword edge was already in front of him.
The strong man with the Yan Ling Saber was so frightened that he didn't even see how the young man was approaching. The sharp sword was about to come close to his eyes. He shouted loudly and activated his courage. The air waves surged out in all directions around him, and at the same time he drew the sword. With a horizontal movement, the blade cut into the sword.
Bang!
Swords clash.
The red knife shadow exploded, and the air waves rolled.
The strong man with the Yanling Saber suddenly flew backwards for seven or eight steps before he could stabilize his figure. The blade of the Yanling Saber in his hand made a slight "click" sound, and three or four tiny cracks appeared. He looked at the man with a dull expression almost in horror. The young man holding the sword, who was surrounded by several people, still remained calm and calm.
"Kill a man in ten steps." The young man made a mistake with his foot. He seemed to be riding on the clouds and riding the wind. He moved freely among the light and shadow of the sword, and slit the throat of the person who blocked him like flowing water. He was actually killed with one sword!
The tongues of fire swallowed, and the spurting blood was more intense than the fire!
In two breaths of time, there were three more souls under the sword!
The young man's eyes were like 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 brawny man with the Yan Ling Dao laughed angrily. The halo of the Martial Tiger Talisman around his waist circulated, and the crimson energy flowed throughout his body, instantly transforming into a ferocious beast-headed armor. The Yan Ling Dao in his hand also turned into a With a red tassel hook and sickle spear, his momentum suddenly increased, and his whole body 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 thin red mark that made the skin even whiter.
One shot missed, and attacks followed one after another.
The head of the hook-and-scythe gun was turned, and the barb on one side was lifted up and struck directly at Shen Tang's face. If he was stabbed, his skull would be cracked at the very least.
"Byakuya!"
The bowstring buzzed, and a dark-colored feather arrow shot through the air.
The arrowhead accurately hit the barb of the hook and sickle gun, and the harsh sound produced 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 target of the arrow is not only the strong man with the Yan Ling Dao, but also the others. Almost one person was hit with arrows, hitting the eyebrows, throat, heart and other fatal places. The deceased could not even react, and felt cold all over. Some of them were driven flying and nailed to the wall.
The strong man with Yan Ling Dao took a closer look, and unexpectedly a tall young man in black clothes and red hair jumped out. He was holding a long bow all black in his left hand, and there was no quiver on his body. The young man leaped into the air and landed on his toes. Steady, draw the bow string with your right hand until the full moon.
"Jingyi!"
The ink-colored energy condensed four feather arrows at his fingertips. One arrow stopped the warrior with the Yan Ling Dao, and missed his hook and sickle spear again. The other three arrows killed the people who besieged Shen Tang. Three arrows, and three more people returned to the west. , and the warrior Yan Lingqiang 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 turned back sharply to look at Zhai Le.
This is the human-headed dog that stole her head!
Zhai Le didn't have this consciousness. He avoided pursuit with 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 were excellent. His figure is also 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 the arrows and shooting them out.
He jumped up 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. He avoided another pursuit and successfully escaped from the three-person attack. His mouth was not idle either: " This combination doesn’t look like bandits…”
He and his brother traveled all the way from the southeast to the northwest, and met as many as nine hundred villains as they did along the way. They were scattered soldiers, fighting on their own, with varying levels of abilities, and it was very easy to be defeated one by one. And these villains cooperated with each other. , rather like those who receive military pay.
"I miss my brother, I'm not used to being helpless."
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 raising the sword to attack Zhai Le from behind.
"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
It's better to be self-reliant.
The relaxation on Zhai Le's face gradually faded, replaced by a bit of solemnity - even though he and Brother Shen were high-spirited, the number of enemies only increased, and they 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 capable. Now use these unsavory miscellaneous things. It's not good for soldiers to wear down their strength.
