The people in the square were shocked and looked around.
Lin Yang's face was slightly condensed and he stared at the sky.
"grown ups!"
Yu Bihong walked over quickly and called in a low voice, her face full of vigilance.
"Play it by ear and find a way to leave."
Lin Yang said hoarsely.
At the same time, many townspeople came running towards this place, especially towards the entrance of the village, where a group of villagers covered in blood and in embarrassment came running.
"Ajian?"
When Zheng Meng saw this group of people, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Brother Zheng! Something happened! Someone surrounded our town and occupied the town entrance. Our people tried to argue with them, but they killed them instead!"
A man named Ajian shouted in a tearful voice.
"What?"
Zheng Meng was in disbelief.
Everyone in the square had shocked expressions on their faces.
"Our town has never provoked anyone. Why would someone blockade our town for no reason? And kill them without explanation?"
"Could it be a robbery?"
"Are you crazy? Are you going to come here?"
"Who could those be?"
The people in the town were puzzled.
"Stop talking nonsense, gather everyone together quickly, no matter who it is, I don't think they dare to act rashly in front of the power of a town of people!"
Zheng Meng drank lowly.
"yes!"
Others nodded and immediately sent out a signal to assemble.
People from the whole town began to gather in the square.
But at this moment, a large number of figures flew towards us and landed directly around the square.
Each of these people wore sword uniforms with white borders and black patterns, held swords in their hands, and looked murderous.
There are not many of them, but each one of them is so arrogant and terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, a circle of people stood around the square.
At the same time, a group of people walked quickly towards the entrance of the town.
Each of these people rode tall medicine horses, with expressionless faces and gloomy expressions.
Especially the leader, who wore a cloak made of feathers and a long sword hanging on his left and right waist respectively. His eyes were as cold as water.
"Jianfenghai?"
Zheng Meng's breath trembled, his face turned extremely pale, and he stared blankly at the man in the feather cloak: "Are you... Gui Jiansheng?"
"It's quite discerning!"
Gui Jiansheng came on horseback, looked at Zheng Meng condescendingly, and said, "I heard that your town is using my name to defraud you recently? Is this true?"
When the people in the town heard this, they were all frightened.
Now the truth is revealed. Everyone knows that the guy faked his candidacy and pretended to be a candidate for the God of War. There was no such thing as defeating Gui Jiansheng.
Ke Gui Jiansheng came to settle the score at this juncture.
How to calculate this account?
"Master Gui! Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!"
Zheng Meng forced a smile and wanted to step forward to explain, but the next second.
Sonorous!
A man on horseback beside Gui Jiansheng suddenly drew his sword and raised it towards Zheng Meng.
The sword light flashed.
Zheng Meng was stunned for a moment, then looked sideways and saw that his right arm was missing, and blood was gushing out crazily.
"Ah!" m.
The pain just hit.
He covered his arms and backed away, screaming repeatedly, and his face was extremely pale.
"Brother Zheng!"
The people behind him rushed up with a cry of sorrow and helped Zheng Meng.
But more people have been frightened by this sword.
Zheng Meng is also considered a top expert in the small town.
However, the people facing Jianfenghai didn't even have the strength to fight back!
Is this the master of Jianfenghai?
How terrible!
As the first successor of Jianfenghai, what method should Gui Jiansheng use?
People's scalps were numb, they were trembling with fear, and they were completely frightened and overwhelmed.
"Where is the person who claimed to have defeated me and deprived me of my candidacy for the God of War?"
Gui Jiansheng gently held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and said casually.
