The heavy rain was still pouring down, and people seemed to be applauding vigorously for this wonderful scene. The occasional strong wind blowing through the mountains sounded like screams and cheers.
In the simple house, the scarlet blood of the three corpses began to flow out, like red snakes after hibernation, snaking in a certain direction, looking for food.
The young man looked at the others indifferently, and the others looked at the young man with different eyes. It was as if time had stood still at this moment.
The man who had fought against the young man looked at the young man with strong physical skills. He was very decisive in his attack. He did not look like a fledgling guy at all. Moreover, with such skill, even he only sensed the opponent at the moment when he broke the window.
The existence of it had to make him feel cold.
Lian Jiazi? Jianghu person? It doesn't matter anymore. No matter who he is, he must die here. Maybe he is an important figure among that group of people. Such a young leader, if he sneaks into the Chu country, he must be a
The hidden danger may be quite small.
"kill!"
The man roared, breaking the damn moment of silence.
When the other two people in the room heard the word "kill", they held the dazzling knives in their hands and rushed towards the young man. The two knives moved up and down, and they slashed across in a tacit understanding.
The young man twisted his body, jumped up slightly, and spun in mid-air, just as two sharp knives passed by him. The young man who dodged the blow did not attack the two people's backs, but just landed on the ground.
His legs suddenly exerted force, and he rushed towards the door, as if he was going to break through the door. Maybe he also knew that two fists were difficult to defeat with four hands, and the thirty-six tactics were the best.
But when he made a move, a figure appeared on the path one step ahead of him, still holding a knife in his hand.
"Hmph, you want to run away?! No way."
The young man was like an arrow that had been shot off the bowstring and could no longer be taken back. The Tang Dao in his hand twirled, he held it with his backhand, and slashed at him. The man who was blocking the boy also slashed at him, and the two sabers collided, with a sharp metal sound.
The sound sounded like the roar of a ghost.
The young man's body stagnated, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes. He twisted his body, and the blades of the two knives were scratching. The reflection of the blades was reflected in the eyes of the two people in the somewhat dim room, and they looked at each other, like
They are two wild beasts in the mountains and forests.
The boy took advantage of the situation and launched a roundhouse kick. From the sound of breaking wind, you could tell that it was quite powerful.
The man snorted coldly, with a trace of ridicule in his laughter. He raised his arm and seemingly blocked the boy's leg sweep lightly, but he was shocked in his heart. Knowing the pain coming from his arm, he still underestimated this weird thing.
boy.
The young man didn't stop. After sweeping his legs, he thrust the Tang Dao back. The sharp Tang Dao was like a silver snake coming out of its hole. However, this rapid momentum was blocked by the man's blade and made an arc.
With a look of discomfort, he flicked his wrist, and the curved blade straightened with a "buzz" sound, directly deflecting the boy's Tang Dao, and the boy as well.
The boy flew into the air. At this time, another man appeared. This man wanted to make a sneak attack when the boy was fighting with that person, but before he could succeed, the boy was thrown into the air. Then he felt his head being hit by the boy with one hand.
He held it down and stood upside down on his head. Before he could make any move, he felt a chill on his neck and a stream of warm liquid splashed out from his neck. He raised his head and looked into the young man's eyes.
His eyes were full of surprise, and he didn't even know when the young man took out the sword.
The boy's news was in his sight, and another stinging pain came from his chest. Then he felt like he was hit by a bull, and then he felt a knife from his back. This was his last feeling.
Thieves never leave empty-handed.
A young man is like a thief, almost every move he makes takes something away.
As soon as the young man landed, his eyes were staring in that direction. The man whose life was taken away by him was pushed over. From his back, you could still see the long knife exposed. The young man made a quick decision and stabbed the man with the Tang knife in his hand.
Going up, to be precise, the corpse hit the young man's Tang Dao.
The man looked at the young man and acted quickly and swiftly. He also drew his knife quickly and stabbed the young man's foothold. Even if there was a dying companion between them, his companion would definitely die anyway, so he didn't care about his knife.
, as long as you kill that young man, you will be considered as avenging him, and he deserves to die.
The man felt that he had stabbed the young man, but it didn't feel like it had penetrated deeply, and he was stabbed by the young man as if he was dead. Fortunately, he instinctively deflected his body and did not hit the vital point.
But it was on the shoulder armor, but this also greatly increased his murderous intention. He was actually made so embarrassed by a spearhead boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. The hand holding the handle of the knife became harder and harder. Together with the corpse of his companion,
Pushing forward, he growled: "Go to hell!"
After the young man handed out the knife, he was also stabbed by the other party. The tip of the knife pierced his clothes, and then his armor, which was often laughed at by others in the past. The tattered armor that he pieced together minus the blade.
Most of the force was used, but it was still pierced and pierced into his body. It was precisely because of this momentary buffer that the young man could grab the blade with his bare hands and prevent the enemy from piercing his body.
The opponent obviously wanted to put him to death, and he was stabbed so hard that he retreated repeatedly, and was finally forced back against the wall by his opponent.
There was severe pain in his hand, and the blade of the knife finally penetrated his body.
"ah!"
"ah!"
The two roared at the same time, and the earthen wall of the house burst apart. They broke out of the wall at the same time, and both fell into the muddy ground outside the house.
.....
When the boy approached the hut in the valley, there were the boy's accomplices halfway up the mountain.
These people watched the young man waiting for a few scouts who were the vanguard to test whether there was an ambush outside the house. Even if there was an ambush, they had to let them expose the ambush before they took action.
The young man breaking the window was the signal to attack. The people from the mountain rushed down the mountain, and dense arrows were shot out from the forest, hitting several thatched huts in the heavy rain. As for the mountain villagers inside, they didn't care.
The arrows that pierced through the wind and rain shot into those huts, attacking the people inside indiscriminately. At this time, those who were behind the scenes did not care about the life and death of those companions. After all, their so-called companions changed their clothes more diligently.
Maybe it will be me next time.
After a hail of arrows, no screams could be heard inside the house. Only a roar could be heard coming from the dense forest outside the house. Then several people rushed toward the hut with weapons. As soon as they stepped out of the forest, the wall of a hut
The body was broken, and three figures rushed out and fell into the muddy yellow earth, but they did not stop the pace of those people.
The sound of the wall breaking was the horn of charge, and the sound of fighting suddenly sounded in the small valley, mixing with the sound of heavy rain.
People in other houses also broke windows or doors to get out, and the knives in some people's hands were also stained with blood. Presumably the innocent people in this small village have become the souls of their swords, or maybe it was not their swords, but the ones before.
A shower of arrows.
People on the mountainside also rushed here and joined the battlefield. The sounds of various objects breaking, accompanied by roars and screams, and the sound of heavy rain, came one after another. Both sides were furious. Either you die or I live.
Only people from one party can get out of here, and the innocent villagers as the third party can only be buried with them.
...
The sound of rain gradually became quieter, and the roaring and whining sounds became intermittent. Finally, they all became quiet, leaving only the patter of raindrops.
There were corpses scattered on the ground, all of them dead, and no one knew why they did this. Maybe it was because they were red-eyed, or maybe they wanted to escape but couldn't.
"despair."
"despair."
With the sound of footsteps trampling through puddles, the man who fought with the boy became the only one who could barely stand on the battlefield and walked towards a middle-aged man who was still breathing.
The man was vomiting blood and foaming at the mouth. He looked at the man with a ferocious face and his eyes were a little unwilling. If he still had some strength, he believed that he could kill this man, but it was just a little bit short, that's all.
Diandian, he was defeated, and the consequence of defeat was death.
The man who could still walk looked at the loser with the knife in his hand, and said calmly: "If you hadn't been stabbed by that kid, you would have died long ago, but now it's almost the same. The one who wins in the end...
..Well!"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw the eyes of the man leaning against the wellhead becoming inexplicably excited, and his heart shuddered. However, he took a step slower and saw a knife stabbing out of his chest, which was so sudden and dazzling.
Before he died, he was very unwilling to accept that the young man who fought with her was not dead. He thought that the knife killed the young man, and it was this thought that cost him his own life.
"Well done, Chen Mo. When we two brothers get out of this mountain, as long as I live for a day, you will enjoy endless blessings." The man who thought he was dead used his last strength and laughed loudly.
The young man named Chen Mo took out the knife he picked up at random and walked towards the man who was very calm. The man saw that this little guy who usually didn't pay much attention to him was actually his life-saving straw. He stretched out a hand.
He motioned for him to help him up.
But what he waited for was not a hand, a hand that pulled him out of hell, but a knife, a knife that stabbed his chest and stabbed him into hell.