Name: Xue Banchuan (a slightly famous top strategist)
Age:52
Skill: Seven-Zhan Sword
Hidden attributes: none
Cheng Dalei lay down in the grass and had a panoramic view of the killing scene. The sharpness of the opponent's sword and the killing were so shocking that Cheng Dalei was busy using the system to check the opponent's information. Sure enough, this was a top strategist.
Cheng Dalei knew that it was not easy for anyone to reach the top level. Qin Man, a top bandit, could fight one against a hundred, and a top strategist was obviously more terrifying than a top warrior.
Xue Banchuan suddenly glanced coldly this way, and Cheng Dalei was shocked. If he met the other party now, he would probably die.
Xue Banchuan suddenly jumped off his horse, hugged Han Xuanzhi's body and came to the door, pointing the way he came with the iron knife in his hand.
"go back."
When the order was issued, a hundred horses turned around at the same time, coming and going in a hurry.
Cheng Dalei stood up in the grass at this time and wiped the sweat off his forehead: There are still experts in this era, and not everyone is like Xu Shenji - so bad that there is no solution.
Suddenly, Cheng Dalei, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, seemed to hear something, stamped his feet heavily, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh.
"My sword."
Toot, complete "The Eleventh Copycat Defense" and you will be rewarded with a lottery chance of 1. Do you want to draw it now?
"Don't smoke it yet, we'll talk about it later when we get back to the village."
Cheng Dalei carried his own big ax to the horse. This time the system was quite interesting and was willing to give him a chance to draw a lottery. The lottery is a matter of face, and Cheng Dalei's face... has been a little dark recently.
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Time: night
Location: Blackstone City Lord’s Mansion
On a terrifying big bed, there are two bodies like mutton-fat jade, of average height, average appearance, and long, slender eyes full of tenderness.
These are the two most beloved slaves of the Lord of Black Rock City. Now they are hugging each other like a pair of skinned lambs, with a bloated and old body pressing on them. Their hair is gray and there are still spots on their faces.
Age spots.
The bronze lamppost was filled with lamp oil, illuminating the room as brightly as day. On the big bed, a red quilt was rolled, arms crossed, and a series of heart-wrenching voices sounded on the soft couch.
"City Lord, City Lord..."
There were cries of grief, and Xue Banchuan strode in with Han Xuanzhi's body in his arms, and fell to his knees with a thud.
"The city lord... the young master is dead!"
"What!"
Han Huju exclaimed and stepped over naked. He saw that Xue Banchuan was covered in blood, and the knife on his waist was still dripping with blood. There was a wound on his neck, and his son had already died. He was dying with a look of silence.
Look.
Sweat dripped from his round face, and the fat on his body trembled as his body trembled. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain and extremely angry.
Xue Banchuan lowered his head. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He gripped the handle of the knife and raised it diagonally. With a stab, a wound was cut on Han Huju's stomach. His bloated body staggered backwards, leaning on
Standing on the big pillar in the room, he looked at Xue Banchuan with an expression of disbelief.
"It's you?"
"it's me!"
Xue Banchuan has already stood up, holding a knife. At this moment, his figure is upright, his expression is hard, and there is still a hint of caution.
"City Lord, you've been sitting in this position for too long, it's my turn."
The sound fell to the ground, and the knife struck. As his body rotated, the force of the knife became stronger and faster. Han Huju was naked, staggering backwards, and suddenly hit the bronze lamppost in the room. He rolled on the ground, grabbed the copper pillar, and
Block the sword and push Xue Banchuan away.
"Why, why!" Han Huju leaned on the ground with a copper pillar and gasped.
"City Lord... The troubled times are coming... The empire has lost its deer. How many heroes in the world are working hard at night... Thinking of competing for the world... And you are still indulged in the wine pool and the meat forest. If you don't take this world... I will take it!"
He said, cut with one sword, and the seven-cut sword was slashed out with full force. Only the light of the sword was seen in the room, but no one could be seen. The twins on the bed were trembling with fear. Who would have thought that the gentle and elegant Military Master Xue of Black Rock City had such martial arts skills?
.
"You want to take it...you deserve it..."
Han Huju waved the copper pillar and rushed towards him. He was naked, his bloated fat body was shaking, and his movements were very fierce. At this moment, he was naked, like an angry wild boar.
There are one pig, two tigers and three bears in the forest. Calling him a pig is not derogatory.
Boo!
The copper pillar hit Xue Banchuan on the chest. He staggered on his hind legs and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"He is indeed Han Huju, who has kept the Rong tribe out of the city for thirty years and seven days. His reputation as a tiger husband is well-deserved."
"Do I need you to say this? Do I need this to be afraid of others!" Han Huju stared at Xue Banchuan with a stern look: "Who do you think you are? If I hadn't promoted you, you would have been just a woodcutter in the mountains.
, after reading a few bad books, I just want to fight for the world. Even if the empire cannot hold the world, it will not be your turn to fight for it!"
The muscles on Xue Banchuan's face trembled, and he held the handle of the knife tighter. But Han Huju stood there, still cursing.
"You are just a dog that I raise to visit my house. You can't even be a good dog, so you just want to be the master yourself. Even if I think with my toes, I'm smarter than you. You are a fool who thinks you can make up for your stupidity with hard work.
"
"The city lord has a great talent, Banchuan is ashamed of himself!"
"Don't be so damn sour. Let me tell you, you don't have that kind of talent. It's hard for you to match a city, let alone a country or a world. Even if you are exhausted, the whole world will not be your share. And I will sleep with you for the rest of my life.
You have lived with more women than you have ever seen, and you have killed enough people to fill a moat, so what if you die! And you will only be a tired, masochistic fool for the rest of your life!"
"Kill!" Xue Banchuan's eyes turned red, he suddenly shouted loudly and stepped forward with a knife.
"Come on!" Han Huju shouted back.
Suddenly, the pair of beautiful slaves who had been huddled on the bed sprang up like cheetahs, one wrapped around his neck, the other hugged his thigh, and the golden hairpin that bound his hair pierced Han Huju's body fiercely.
Han Huju screamed in pain and shook his body to throw the two slave girls away. At this time, Xue Banchuan's knife had already penetrated his heart.
Han Huju's pupils suddenly widened, his body swayed three times and he fell to the ground on his back.
Xue Banchuan squatted down the mountain, looked into his eyes and said, "I know I'm not as good as the city lord, but I want to give it a try, just in case I can do it, like today."
"Black, black..."
Han Huju opened and closed his mouth, desperately trying to say something, but he couldn't hear clearly. Xue Banchuan frowned slightly and put his ear to his lips to listen to what he said.
"Hei... Shicheng is the gateway to the empire... No, don't let the Rong clan... mess up... the world of martial arts..."
Xue Banchuan was startled and looked at Han Huju incomprehensibly. He saw that his head was tilted to one side and he was lifeless.
Xue Banchuan stepped out of the house, holding a tiger talisman and ordering the soldiers in the city. That night, the city lord's mansion was reduced to ashes by a fire.