The two horses fell to the ground, but the two guards on the horses were very strong. The moment the horses were about to fall to the ground, they stood on their backs and jumped into the air, and their bodies swept back quickly.
"Whoosh!"
Although they are fast, it is a pity that their two hidden weapons are faster than them.
"Puff."
The two guards in the air could no longer move or dodge. They were both hit and fell in front of the two swordsmen who followed them, without even struggling.
"Susususususu..."
The originally lonely grove suddenly raised waves of yellow sand around the motorcade.
Cheng Yu looked from the air and saw that the entire convoy was instantly in the heart of the sandstorm.
"Hey! Those who pass by put down their weapons and leave their money. I will spare your life. Otherwise, grandpas will kill you one by one and not bury them!"
A high-pitched scream came from the yellow sand, and from time to time, cold lights flashed in the yellow sand.
"Yan Nan's two swords are here, who dares to cut the path here?"
The two swordsmen in the convoy had cold faces, took off the scabbards from their waists and placed them across their chests, shouting loudly. At the same time, they secretly strengthened their legs and clamped the saddle tightly, ready to jump up at any time.
"Grandpas are the heroes of Baimian Mountain. Who cares whether you have a double sword or a single sword? If you don't surrender obediently, you will definitely become a sword-breaking ghost."
"Humph!"
The first two swordsmen snorted coldly and stopped answering. With a "choking" sound, they drew their swords out of their sheaths and concentrated on guarding.
At this time, the enemy was in the light and the enemy was in the dark, and a sandstorm suddenly broke out. The situation was really dangerous.
"What's the fuss outside?"
In the largest carriage in the middle, the driver was so frightened that he hurriedly got into the carriage, and was grabbed by the collar of his clothes and asked.
"There are thieves outside who are cutting trails, they say they are... they say they are heroes from Baimian Mountain."
The senior officials were shocked when they heard this, and then yelled and cursed:
"What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be a Baimian Mountain in our Qingchuan County? This place has been peaceful for many years. When did thieves cut paths in the daytime again?"
The officials who were waiting outside had to raise their curtains to take a look, but the situation outside suddenly changed again.
The yellow sand that was originally just rising up outside the motorcade suddenly hit us.
He hurriedly blocked the curtains of the car. Before he could figure out where so much yellow sand came from in the woods, the entire motorcade was covered in a cloud of yellow sand.
The sound of sand hitting the carport was mixed with the sound of wind, so that everyone in the car had to shout to hear each other.
"Shashasha..."
But after only about ten breaths, the wind sound suddenly subsided, leaving only the rustling sound of some fine sand falling on the carport.
Mr. Qian quickly took off his brocade gown, took off the coachman's clothes and put them on himself. Even though they were a little narrower, they were still more comfortable to wear than the gold and silver threads.
He opened the door curtain again and looked outside. Only five carriages in the entire convoy were left standing alone in the field. The Yannan Shuangdao and the other Jianghu warriors were gone.
This pair of Yannan swords has been famous for a long time, and several other heroes from Lingquan Island are even more skilled in martial arts. He paid a lot of money several times to invite them, but he didn't expect to explain them here so neatly, even the sound of fighting was heard.
Never heard of it.
The place was quiet, and Mr. Qian could see sweat on his forehead. A trace of regret suddenly arose in his heart. This time he came out with fewer people, and he couldn't help but think of the immortal master who was at the threshold of enlightenment.
"Come out!"
A high-pitched voice sounded outside the window, frightening everyone in the carriage.
Then a silver spear came out of the window and was placed on the officer's neck.
The officers stood frozen in front of the car window, not daring to move.
Cheng Yu was flying in mid-air. The yellow sand just now enveloped the entire convoy, and the killing atmosphere contained in it forced him to fly away from this airspace.
Later, when the wind and sand gradually subsided and the murderous atmosphere gradually disappeared, he quietly flew back.
When I looked down, the yellow sand was gone.
The people lying on the ground are none other than those warriors on horseback.
There were about fifty or sixty bandits in the field, and most of them surrounded the carriages where the officials were driving. There were also a few carriages with a smaller number of people in front of them, each holding a weapon and shining brightly into people's eyes.
But when Cheng Yu looked at the bandits from high altitude, he always felt something was strange.
He gently landed on the branch, and then he saw clearly that among the dozens of bandits, many of them were dressed in the same appearance, as if they were copied and pasted.
It's just that they have all dispersed, each surrounding a different carriage. The people on the ground are obscured by the carriage and are too frightened, so it is difficult to see the clues.
Cheng Yu squatted on a high place and took a quick look. Apart from the "copied" bandits, there were only about ten people in the group.
"Come out all!"
The leader was less than five feet tall, wielding a seven-foot spear, standing outside the car with his chest folded and his belly folded, and said coldly in a sharp voice again.
The senior officer wanted to drive the coachman out first, but he saw Brother Qing also hurriedly taking off his clothes. But he was halfway through taking off his clothes, and saw the young man lying next to him. After thinking for a while, he started to take off the junior officer's clothes.<
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"What do you want?"
The official grabbed Brother Qing's wrist, lowered his voice and asked anxiously.
Brother Qing supported the senior official and whispered:
"When a thief asks for money, you must not let him know the identity of the master and his brother. When I go out on my brother's behalf, I will tell him that the person lying down is a young man. I believe the thief will not embarrass him."
Suddenly, the officer's face turned red and his eyes became hot. He grabbed Brother Qing's hand and said:
"Good boy! I will live up to Yu'er's love for you. Once I escape this disaster, I will not treat you badly."
After saying that, he helped him take off his outer shirt. After Qingge put it on, he pulled the quilt and covered it up again.
"Come out with grandpa quickly, or your car will be burned down!"
The bandits outside were impatient, so the officer, Brother Qing, and the driver trembled out of the carriage. They did not dare to raise their heads to look at anyone, and they all curled up like a mouse before a cat.
"Are you the master?"
Sure enough, the gunman pointed at Brother Qing and asked. Brother Qing swallowed, nodded and said with trembling:
"Grandpa Wang, spare your life, money is easy to come by, but this place is very close to Qingchuan County, and soldiers often pass by..."
"Hey! How dare you scare your grandpa with soldiers like you? Not to mention Qiu Ba from this small county town, even the imperial guards in the capital. I shot two holes with one shot. Then I poked the emperor, and grandpa was just right.
Also sit on the dragon chair and sleep with the queen."
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The bandits followed and laughed wildly.
Seeing this bandit speaking in an inappropriate manner, Brother Qing and the other three were so frightened that they trembled and dared not say a word.
Cheng Yu, who was high up, felt that this thin voice was not only shrill, but also had the potential to be talkative.
Seeing that the three of them were frightened, the shrill voice showed a proud look. He pushed open the door curtain and saw someone lying inside, so he asked sharply: "Who is that?"
"That's my little boy. He...is infected with rat plague and cannot be seen."
Unexpectedly, when the thin voice heard this, he became furious, raised his arm, thrust the gun forward and cursed:
"Fuck you! What is rat plague? It's all caused by the misbehavior of wealthy people like you, who don't know how to behave, and you suffer it yourself.
There are also those who are evil-hearted and regard poverty and lowliness as nothing but grass. They only know how to bully the poor and the weak. In the end, they will lose their luck to the word rat plague. How can the rat deserve it?"
He cursed loudly with a high-pitched voice, but still not relieved, he picked up the spear in his hand, lifted the quilt from the young man's body, and took a closer look. His small eyes suddenly widened, and he rolled up his face.
Pi Jing turned from anger to joy, raised his spear and shouted:
"Since it's rat plague, we can't stop it until I help you solve this scourge."
After saying that, the spear pierced the outer neck of the young man with a sound of breaking through the air.
Mr. Qian on the other side closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, but suddenly he felt a sound of wind blowing from his clothes. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Brother Qing who was holding the head of the gun firmly with both hands free, and blood was dripping down the blade of the gun.
Tick-tock fell on the carriage.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. You are just asking for money, so just let this guy go. I will definitely give your grandpas more money, silk, grain and grass, and discipline them to live a prosperous and prosperous year."
The high-pitched voice that had always been talkative stopped answering. He smiled slyly and pointed the gun to stab the young man. The young man just held the tip of the gun tightly with both hands and used all his strength to hold it against the head without giving an inch. p>
The thin voice slowly increased the force with one arm, and the gun tip was pushed against the young man's throat little by little.
Brother Qing was like a fighting beast before his death, his pretty face turned red from holding back, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Heroes of Lingquan Island! Are you all dead too?"
"Hehehehehe...hahahaha!"
The thin voice laughed at the top of his lungs, and dozens of bandits around him also laughed wildly.
Cheng Yu stood on the branch and listened carefully. I am afraid that the heroes of Lingquan Island are really dead at this moment.
All the warriors lying on the ground had lost their breath.
The rest of the people were in the car, and all of them were so frightened that their breathing was stagnant, and they were obviously not as breathy as those warriors.
These bandits used the cover of the sandstorm to cleanly eliminate ten masters in just a dozen breaths.
He suddenly remembered the ball of yellow sand he encountered last night. The only difference was that the ball of yellow sand had a strange fragrance.
At this moment, Brother Qing saw that he was exhausted, but he still held the gun blade with his bare hands. Blood dripped on the carriage, dripping along the side of the carriage and falling into the yellow sand.
He saw that two more lives were about to be lost on the spot. The previous warriors had died strangely, and it was just that he had no time to save them.
But now the two of them have reached a stalemate, especially the young member, who is still connected to himself.
At this moment, Cheng Yu once again moved the small water to perform magic. After his consciousness dispersed, he realized that there were no streams or lakes nearby, and it was too late to bring the underground water level to the surface...
