Several grass bandits winked, as if they already had the idea of ​​retreating.
When Wei Changpan saw this, he didn't know what kind of medicine the three men were selling in their gourds, so he didn't dare to step forward rashly for a while.
Suddenly, Mr. Qian moved, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed. It was a sword, a three-foot-two-inch short-handled sword. In Yao's laws, a long-handled sword is regarded as a long blade. Every time one is cast, it must be registered in the book, and the price will be recorded.
It was more than half the price, so those cash-strapped knights took advantage of Yao's rules and mostly used short handles.
There is no fancy inlays of gold and jade on the swords of the officials. Apart from a sinister blood groove, Qian Erye's sword has no difference in shape from any ordinary Yao soldier's sword. It is just that compared with the swords made in batches by craftsmen.
As for the weapon blade, the material is better and the sharpness is even sharper.
As if shocked by the cold light on the knife, the grass bandit stopped making eye contact and assumed a posture of resisting the enemy, but his feet moved back a little bit.
Just as the lean man at the head was about to turn around and rush into the tree nest, something a little out of his mind caused the man to roar, strode forward, raised his knife and swung it at the buttocks of Wei Changpan's horse.
Wei Changpan, who was unable to drive his horse to avoid the blow, watched helplessly as the woodcutter approached, and could only risk his arm being cut by using the dagger to meet it, and the swords met.
However, this dagger actually cut off the head of the woodcutter by a palm length, which was no more difficult than cutting tofu.
The other two people who were already halfway into the bushes saw that he didn't know how to advance or retreat. They gritted their teeth and stamped their feet and also stepped forward to help. However, Qian Erye, who didn't know when to get off his horse, stopped in front of the two of them. He casually put the knife on his shoulder and used the other hand.
Cross your arms.
"Qingshan Town, Qishan County, Sajia, the second master Qian is the master of the domineering sword and the talent of Qian. The thieves should not be so rampant!"
The two grass bandits who heard Mr. Qian announcing his name seemed to think that the name was familiar. After a moment, they seemed to remember something and pointed at Mr. Qian's nose and shouted loudly:
"I know, you are just tired..."
"How brave are you? You dare to be distracted in front of the Sa family's domineering sword, and you are seeking death?!" Mr. Qian's face, half of which was covered by his beard, turned red imperceptibly. He interrupted the words of the two grass bandits, and then
Swing the knife flatly.
Cut off the weapons in their hands with one knife.
These are just farm tools made of wrought iron and are not qualified weapons. It is normal for them to have gaps when struck with other iron tools. But today, it was too shocking to be cut off by one sword after another.
The lean man at the head speculated that either the sword he held was a magical weapon, or his martial arts skills were unpredictable.
No matter what it is, it's not something their three brothers can mess with.
Affordable.
They dropped half of their weapons and their knees hit the ground:
"Hero, spare your life."
Mr. Qian turned around and looked at Wei Changpan.
For him, horse fighting was no different than missing two legs. Wei Changpan broke the lanky man's sword head with one blow and then turned over and dismounted. However, in a hurry, his ankle got stuck in the stirrup and he had to whip it out twice.
At this time, the tall and thin man forced himself up again.
Although the lanky man was a fool, he was born with the strength of a bull. When he was young, he was as tall as someone three or five years older. But when he turned ten, in the summer, he lay in the shade under the millstone and took a nap.
The mule who was grinding the mill kicked him on the back of his head and flew a foot away. Since then, his head has been a bit hard to use. Now he feels that the place where he was kicked has a dent the size of a teenager's fist. In times of chaos,
It would be better if someone slaps her twice.
"You're a good turtle knife, come on, come on, let's compete with fists and kicks." The tall and thin man threw down the half-cut knife that was not even useful for chopping wood, and said while gesticulating to Wei Changpan.
Right in the arms of Wei Changpan.
Wei Changpan, who has not yet been taught the martial arts skills by Mr. Qian, is best at splitting, drilling, smashing, and shooting. Although the dagger is a big advantage, it is still a bit awkward to use, and it is far more comfortable to use the straight punches and kicks.
In addition, this dagger was given by the master. If it was accidentally damaged, Wei Changpan would never let it go.
It was only after the first move that Wei Changpan was shocked to realize that the lanky man's strength was unusual, and he realized how powerful the previous sword was. If he had used an ordinary weapon, he would have definitely missed it.
After blocking the punch, he felt the pain on his wrist, so he took a step forward and used the Step Down Fist. The hit on the lanky man was neither painful nor itchy, but Wei Changpan was hit on the side of the face by a thrown punch.
Suddenly it felt like there were countless mosquitoes and flies buzzing in my ears.
He exchanged a few blows with the lanky man. The punches Wei Changpan received were painful, but the man punched and punched again and again, punching hard to the flesh. Even Wei Changpan, who was accustomed to being beaten by Mr. Qian, was a little overwhelmed.
, that man is still vigorous.
Wei Changpan, who forcibly suppressed his nervousness, was no longer eager to decide the outcome with the lanky man. He was caught off guard before. In addition to being much stronger than expected, his moves were completely different from those used by Qian Erye. Maybe he could
Call it unstructured, but it is just such an unorganized turtle's eight punches that forcefully suppressed the famous boxing technique in Zhang Wu's hands.
Maybe this is what is called beating the old master to death with random punches?
Rounding the two horses on the trail, the two began to ride. When the lanky man saw that the other two grass bandits were captured, he was eager to fight. He wished he could kill Wei Changpan with one punch and then went to rescue him. However, Wei Changpan made him spin around and touched him.
If you don't wear the hem of your clothes, there's nothing you can do.
"You kid, you look like a fish." The lanky and panting man cursed. He had not been able to eat enough for several days and was already a little exhausted. His pace slowed down significantly. He turned his head and looked around, but
Wei Changpan was nowhere to be seen.
"Guier, you are so reckless..."
The stumbling curses stopped abruptly.
Wei Changpan emerged from under the horse's belly, holding the dagger in his right hand high and pointing it directly at the lanky man's throat.
The lanky man with his hands raised was still mumbling curses. They were all foreign words that neither Mr. Qian nor Wei Changpan could understand. You didn't need to look at his words to know that they would not sound good.
Mr. Qian kicked the three of them to one place, handed the knife in his hand to Wei Changpan, then took out two pieces of unlined clothing from his luggage and twisted them into ropes to tie them up.
After finishing his work, he greeted Wei Changpan: "Let's go back to Qishan County to receive the reward. A big thief can get fifty taels of silver, but these three people are worth a small two hundred taels."
At this time, the weather had not yet warmed up, and the three grass bandits were still wearing patched clothes. They were tied up and unable to move, and their hands and feet were stiff.
"Kill or behead me, it's up to you. I knew I was going to fall into your hands, so I might as well have killed you with a single blow."
Hearing the words of the lean man, Qian Erye snatched the knife from Wei Changpan's hand.