Nightmare Lake is located ten miles south of the Sheep Slaughter Fair. There are forests of wild grass and thorns nearby. There are hundreds of lakes, large and small, lurking in the night, like mysteriously opened eyes, glowing with an eerie light. Zhikarizhen followed Fat Tiger and walked northward along the twists and turns of the Nightmare Lake. There was silence all around, except for the sound of the waves whimpering, as cold as tears. From the lake, wisps of mist floated from time to time, and on Zhikou
The air spread in front of Karima, covering the surrounding vegetation.
"Little Sheep, this lake is the weirdest!" Fat Tiger pointed his big ax at Nightmare Lake and shouted, "Whoever drinks the water in the lake will definitely have nightmares in the middle of the night! I took a secret taste once, and it turned out that
I dreamed about a red-faced, blue-skinned evil spirit chewing on my head, which scared me to the point of peeing!"
With a red face and blue skin, that's right. Zhikari looked deeply at the Nightmare Lake, and the strange color in his eyes flashed away. The lake water was an indigo that was too thick to dissolve, revealing a strange and bright color. He never
I have never seen such a strange blue color, like cold and surging blue blood.
"Are there any fish or shrimps in this lake?" Zhikari asked casually.
"There are a lot of fish and shrimps, and they are alive and kicking when caught, and they are very fat. But they taste smelly and sour, smelling like sweaty feet." Fat Tiger made a bitter face and smacked his mouth a few times.
Zhi Shouzhen looked at the lake thoughtfully, suddenly stopped and asked in a deep voice: "Are there horse bandits in the sheep slaughtering market?"
Fat Hu was stunned for a moment: "What is the relationship between horse bandits and fish and shrimps?"
"Is there any?"
"It doesn't matter!"
"I'm asking you if there are horse bandits..."
"Yes! Ma Huzi in Heifeng Village in the north and Wang Mazi in Yingchou Valley in the south are both horse bandits, with hundreds of people under their command. Little Sheep, why are you asking? Maybe you don't want to eat chicken legs anymore and want to change them?
How about chewing horse legs for a change?"
Zhikarizhen turned around, retracted his right hand into his sleeve, and held the dagger. After a moment, the sound of fast horse hooves sounded from where he looked, the ground shook faintly, and a small piece of raised dust continued to approach the Nightmare Lake. p>
"Oh, little fat sheep, your crow's mouth is really clever!" The fat tiger screamed, picked up the big ax, and strode in front of Zhikarizhen, "They are Wang Mazi's men! Don't mess with them!
, these gangsters don’t follow the rules very well and have a very dark heart.”
"Uncle Fat Tiger, I know it well." Zhi Qingzhen watched calmly as the galloping horses separated from the grass waves and came towards them like a whirlwind. There were a dozen fierce-looking, bald and braided horse bandits wearing black leather vests.
, wearing black riding boots, carrying a saber on his back, leaning over and whipping his horse.
The first few horse bandits glanced at Fat Hu, then galloped past them not far away, heading straight to the direction of the sheep slaughtering market. Fat Hu stared at the plump horse's butt and swallowed: "Actually, horse legs don't taste good.
, the meat is too hard, the horse butt stewed rice vermicelli is more fragrant."
The burly horse bandit at the back suddenly turned his head and glanced at Shikarima, his eyes lighting up like greedy vultures. He pulled the reins suddenly, reined in the horse, and whistled loudly.
More than a dozen riders rode back one after another, surrounding Shikari and the two of them, circling them.
The fat on Fat Tiger's face shook a little, and he grasped the big ax tightly, and stared at the burly horse bandit: "Isn't this Wang Laoqi from Yingchou Valley? What's going on, don't you recognize me, Fat Tiger?" p>
Wang Laoqi shook his horsewhip and flicked the whip in mid-air. He said with a smile but not a smile: "Fat Hu, that guy next to you has a very rude face, isn't he a foreigner?"
"This is my distant brother, who came to the sheep slaughtering market to join me and make a living." Fat Tiger shook his axe, and said carelessly, "If you don't get out of the way, I will take him to see Lao Shaodaozi!" When the horse bandits heard the name "Laoshao Daozi", their faces changed slightly.
Wang Laoqi hesitated for a moment. If he hadn't been hunting fat sheep these days, and the huge gambling debts he owed had nowhere to settle, he would not have been willing to stand up to Fat Tiger. "Don't bluff people with the old knife.
You just exchanged a few words with him. What nonsense are you talking about about a distant brother? How do you two look alike?" Wang Laoqi gritted his teeth and waved his hand.
A group of horse bandits pulled out their swords and drove their horses up. They separated Fat Hu to prevent him from interfering. Wang Laoqi pulled the reins of his horse, bypassed Fat Hu, and rushed towards Zhi Shou Zhen. This pretty boy with a delicate face
The skin is tender and the meat is tender, and you can tell at a glance that he comes from a wealthy family. If he is tied up, he may make a lot of money.
Zhikarizhen had already put down the rattan basket, turned his back to the lake, and with a thought, his soul emerged from the sea of consciousness, where the eight-winged golden cicada shaman spirit lurked, sensing Wang Laoqi's rapidly approaching route with his mysterious mental power.
As he entered the realm of refining Qi, the Eight-winged Golden Cicada's spirituality greatly increased, and it was able to have a subtle sense of misfortune and fortune. Although the bandits were menacing, the Eight-winged Golden Cicada did not feel much danger. On the contrary, it was in the palm of his hand.
The three types of killing machines and swords detect murderous intent, like a ferocious beast emerging from the abyss, revealing its hungry and sharp claws.
Zhikarizhen's heart moved slightly. At this time and place, it is not appropriate to use the three-killing machine Sword Qi in front of Qingfeng. It is better to use the sword style of Xue Ye Palace Banquet.
"Boy, follow me obediently, so as not to suffer any trouble!" Wang Laoqi raised his riding whip with a ferocious smile, which made Zhi Shangzhen fall to the ground and roll. Wang Laoqi was relieved and bent over, not even a hair.
He grabbed Zikari Zhen without any scruples.
Zhikari seemed to be petrified and allowed the other party to grab him and drag him to the back of the horse. At the same time, Fat Tiger roared wildly, swung his axe, and slashed at the horse bandit who was blocking him.
"Pfft!" Just when Wang Laoqi grabbed Zhikarizhen onto the saddle and the two bodies were close to each other, Zhikarizhen flicked his wrist, and the short dagger came out of the hole like a poisonous dragon and inserted into Wang Laoqi's throat. Wang Laoqi froze instantly.
His eyes were bulging, and a little blood seeped out from his throat. Zhi Karuzhen put his head against the opponent's neck, held his waist with his backhand, pretending to be captured alive by Wang Laoqi, and kicked the horse's belly with his toes, and the horse turned into the group of horse bandits.
in.
"Bang!" Blood spurted out, the horses neighed miserably, and a horse bandit, including his horse and man, was split in half by a big axe. Blood drenched Fat Tiger's head and face. Before the other horse bandits could react, Fat Tiger lifted him up again.
The big axe, "bang bang!" The saber of a horse bandit broke in response. The big ax swept past him without stopping, cutting him in half. The horse screamed and rushed out, knocking the man off his back and making a mess. p>
"Fat Tiger, you are crazy! Do you dare to touch our people from Yingchou Valley?" "Kill him and chop him into pieces!" "If you have a strong idea, let's fight shoulder to shoulder!" The horse bandits shouted and waved their sabers one after another.
, roaring and slashing towards Fat Tiger.
Zhikarizhen approached from behind, stabbing the dagger silently into the back of a horse bandit, passing through the heart, and quietly pulling it out. The horse turned left, Zhikarizhen passed by another horse bandit, and stabbed the dagger out with his backhand, inserting it into the other person.
The back of the neck.
"Boom, boom, boom -" The fat tiger was as powerful as a mad tiger, slashing left and right with his big ax, which was unstoppable. The horse bandit was killed in a miserable state and moaned incessantly. He had no way of moving the axe, so he went straight back and forth, slashing hard.
There is no trace of martial arts turmoil. But his brute strength is so amazing that the sword that cuts a horse breaks immediately upon impact with the ax blade. Even if the horse bandit uses his power, his arms are numb from the shock of the big ax and he can't help but retreat.
"Brother Seven! Brother Seven! Come and deal with him quickly!" A horse bandit who was almost knocked off his horse saw Zhi Kaizhen coming, and hurriedly turned his horse to meet him. "Brother Seven!" The two sides faced each other, and the bandit saw Wang Lao Qi.
With her eyes closed tightly, she couldn't help but scream.
Zhi Kaizhen shook his left hand, and Wang Laoqi's corpse flew out from behind and rushed towards the horse bandit. The horse bandit's eyes were blurred, and he instinctively punched the body, knocking it away. Suddenly, his neck felt cold, and he shot out a bloody arrow, and straightened back.
He fell on his back. Zhikari took back his dagger, put his left hand on the saddle, jumped out, and jumped onto a nearby horse. The horse bandit on the horse had no time to make any movement, and the dagger penetrated the middle of his eyebrows.
Slowly come out.
"Brother Seven is dead! Brother Seven is dead!" The horse bandits screamed in panic, and there was chaos. Fat Tiger roared and flew up with his legs, kicking a horse bandit and his mount into the air. The horse bandit screamed and rolled down,
The big ax struck diagonally, and the horse bandit's head shot up into the air again.
The two horse bandits avoided Fat Tiger, brandished their sabers, one to the left and the other to the right, and suddenly rushed towards Zhikarizhen.
The moment the two sides approached, Zhikarizhen suddenly flipped off his horse and shrank under the horse's belly. He put his left palm against the horse's belly and moved suddenly, sliding to the left side under the galloping horse's belly. The suction in his palm turned into elastic force, and he jumped out upside down.
, the dagger was inserted into the horse bandit’s neck from the side.
It is exactly what Qingfeng taught me that "it moves and bends, and a gecko swims on the wall."
The horse bandit on the right screamed angrily, and slashed his sword horizontally. The two riders ran side by side, Zhikarizhen suddenly fell on his back, slid backwards, his palms shot out, moved sideways in the air, landed on the horse bandit's back like a ghost, and pierced with the dagger.
The back of the neck.
His whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, and he completed it in one go. He learned and used the gecko's movement on the wall, and coordinated it perfectly with the swordsmanship. Qingfeng was pleasantly surprised. If he hadn't described this set of movements himself, he would have thought that Zhi Shou had at least practiced hard.
for many years.
Zhi Shouzhen dodged into the group of horse bandits, like an agile gecko, slithering back and forth among the horses, moving dexterously. One after another, the horse bandits had blood splattered on their throats, and fell off the horse. The remaining two horse bandits saw that the situation was not good, and headed towards
Zhi Kaizhen threw out his machete with all his strength, slapped his horse and ran away.
Zhikarizhen's body curled up, and the swords passed by his sides.
"Haha, little fat sheep, don't you see how clever you are!" Fat Tiger exhaled and threw the big ax violently, rolling in the air in a rapid arc, and the ax blade was embedded in the back of a horse bandit. The horse bandit was in pain.
With a howl, he fell down softly and rolled off the horse.
"It's bad, one of them got away!" Fat Tiger looked at the smaller and smaller figure of the other horse bandit, stamping his feet in annoyance and shouted. Suddenly, a faint purple lightning flashed, and the horse bandit's head "popped"
"Then it exploded, and the headless body fell off the horse.
Qingfeng coughed lowly, and quietly retracted his fingers. This snap of his fingers to create thunder was exactly the orthodox technique of Taishang Shenxiao Sect. However, he was seriously injured and could only exert less than half of the power.
"That's weird. Did this guy explode because his head was so frightened?" Fat Tiger scratched his forehead, confused.
Zhikarizhen glanced at Qingfeng, then turned to the debris on the ground: "We need to tidy up this place."
"This is easy." Fat Tiger grabbed several corpses with his big hands and ran towards a deep lake surrounded by reeds. The lake was dark green in color and as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. As soon as the corpses were thrown into the lake, countless ripples spread out.
, groups of tiger fish surfaced, showing their sharp teeth, tearing apart the corpse, swallowing all the bones and debris in one go.
The two of them spent a meal to cover up the traces of the corpses around them. Fat Tiger also took out some broken silver from the pockets of several corpses. He smiled happily and drooled. Zhikarizhen suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Uncle Fat Tiger, there is something wrong with you saying that I am your distant brother."
"What's wrong? Little Sheep, don't we both have two eyes, one mouth and one nose?"
"I mean age, you are much older than me..."
"I'm not yet sixteen this year! Could it be that you, little sheep, are only three or four years old?"
"Are you under sixteen?" Zhikarizhen stared at Fat Tiger's old face in surprise, "Then when I called you uncle earlier, why did you..."
"You have a mouth on your body and you want to call me uncle. What can I do?" Fat Tiger blinked his eyes and looked at Zhikarizhen with an innocent face.
Zhi Shou was stunned for a long time and said: "Brothers are worthy of each other. I'm afraid I can't hide it from the veterans in the sheep slaughtering market. How about..."
Around Hai hour, Fat Tiger held an ax in his hand, carried a rattan basket on his back, and walked into the brightly lit sheep slaughtering market with a "little fat sheep" tied up all over his body.