Invincible little uncle

Chapter 242 14. Killing as soon as possible ([-]rd update - please subscribe)
"The one surnamed Zhang is a third-rank martial artist, and last time he fought against the elder of the Huangpu family, he was injured a little bit, and his strength was greatly reduced."

"Third-rank warriors can't deal with the close-range shooting of so many crossbows."

"When the time comes, I will step forward and watch my gestures. As long as I say "it's all my fault", you will shoot your arrows."

The scribe Zhang Da took care of him again and again.

"You all pretend to be okay, you should drink and drink, what to do, don't let him see the clues."

Fan Jiang said: "Military Master, don't talk about it, that person named Zhang doesn't have as much thoughtfulness as you."

The scribe smiled: "That's right, I regarded him as a counselor, nervous, a little nervous, hahaha."

"Speaking of counselors, that's terrible. Don't think that they are all powerless people. They are amazing."

Zhang Da showed yearning, and was about to continue talking.

Fan Jiang arched the back of his hand, "Military Master, stop talking, people are coming soon."

His heart was hot, and he turned his head to look at the girl in the curtain, and he could vaguely see a pair of lamb-like white and tender legs.

It's good to be a bandit.

As long as you are courageous, what kind of woman can't get on?

"Hurry up, hurry up, the brothers holding the crossbow have found a place to hide, listen to my code, listen clearly."

"Fan Jiang, quickly tie yourself up."

After a while.

There was loud laughter in the distance.

"My lord, I didn't say that, although my mountain is small, I have plenty of meat and wine."

"This green forest hero is also a green forest guy."

"Comfortable, live a happy life."

Zhang Moming kept talking.

Of course, just like Lao Huang is not Lao Huang, but Ling Juehu.

This death is naturally also a pseudonym.

Speaking of which, Xia Guang had also seen it in his previous life, although at first he couldn't really see it because his face was damaged.

But after listening to this reckless man yelling all the way with a broken voice, he knew who it was.

One of the "Five Tigers" in the previous life, Zhang Yanren, the Black Tiger, was the fierce general who brought the Western Army and protected Xia Hua to attack the capital.

What he should use is not the beheading sword, but the Black Snake Lance.

It's not surprising that a subjugated general turned into a bandit and hooked up with his old servant by relying on secret signs.

Seeing it, he followed the stone steps and walked to the top of the mountain.

A vermilion mountain gate, with mottled paint, and a large flag flying in the distance, with the three characters "Wuhu Mountain" written on it.

About dozens of people walked to the door.

Zhang Mingming took a step forward when he saw a scribe running in the distance, wailing, "Your Majesty, it's not good, come here quickly!"

The bearded man felt ashamed in front of the distinguished guests, and scolded: "Zhang Da, why are you howling! We have guests!"

The scribe hurriedly said, "When you were not around, Fan Jiang gave that Miss Xiang to... hey!"

Zhang Ming raised his thick eyebrows, "What! You son of a bitch!"

Looking up again, he saw Fan Jiang being tied up with a thick rope, with his head bowed and not speaking.

He was about to rush forward.

But he was directly grabbed by a hand.

After the sound came a cold voice, "Is it okay if I kill you?"

In the distance, Fan Jiang knelt down with a sudden "plop", "Master, I'm obsessed with ghosts and daring, kill me! This way you won't be angered by the family!"

He knew the character of this great leader, as long as he was so subdued, there would be a lot of thunder and little rain.

But there was a sneer on his lowered face.

For a moment, Zhang Yanren really didn't know what to do, as if he had punched cotton.

He eats this set the most.

Zhang Da wailed and said, "Your Majesty, it's my fault, it's all my fault!"

"It's okay if I kill it?"

The boy's voice became colder and colder.

Zhang Yanren hesitated, turned his head, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, the sound of a dense machine came from the ear.

"Fall down!!"

Zhang Yanren should not be too familiar with this voice.

It was only after the sound was shouted that there were countless fierce and sharp "swish" sounds that tore through the air.

With a murderous look, come like a big net bag!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many bandits with crossbows running out from behind many bunkers.

And Fan Jiang also stood up with a smug smile.

Zhang Yanren felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he was about to block with his sword.

But the beheading knife was suddenly snatched away.

Looking again, I saw that young master snatched his own beheading knife, leaned his body, shook his hand, the knife turned into a cold light, and flew out.

On the top of the mountain, arrows rained down from all sides, and the ferocious bandit was still leaning over.

It's too late for others to avoid it.

But that boy, with a cold expression on his face, snatched the sword from Zhang Yanren's hand and fought back.

At the same time, he shouted: "Bengshe!"

Zhang Yanren's first reaction was that this kid is crazy, and his second reaction was, are you calling the name of the move?

Do you still need to report your name when you fight?
Isn't that taking off your pants and farting?
"Damn!"

When he shouted, he felt someone pulling him back quickly.

The accompanying brothers on both sides quickly retreated.

Only the boy was walking with him.

It's Lao Huang.

Lao Huang's speed was extremely fast, almost when the sound of footsteps sounded, he moved his body, and when the lever was pressed, he grabbed the two of them, and then retreated sharply, his hands were as white as thick fog, pulling, pulling, Throwing it back again, he suddenly pulled out the sword.

The sword dance became a silver plate.

Just listen to the crisp metal sound of Dangdang, which is endless.

A series of arrows dragged the white light and hit the silver plate, but they flew everywhere!
The old servant's hunched voice stopped, and when he held the sword, his aura suddenly rose, and a chilling smile appeared on his soft face.

In the rain of arrows, he didn't have the slightest fear, but seemed a little excited.

this moment.

The boy grabs the knife and throws it.

The old servant catches people, throws them away, and draws out his sword.

The bandits fell down, those who were hit by arrows, and the people who were ambushing were ferocious, twisted, desperately holding on to the machine.

The screen freezes for a short time.

next moment.

The thrown knife directly pierced the scribe Zhang Da's chest, and before his strength was exhausted, he took the scribe's body and flew into the air!

With a "thud" sound, he slashed across the underside of Fan Jiang's head who had just got up.

The strength is still there.

With a sneer on the young man's face, he brought two terrified corpses and crashed into a wooden pillar in the distance.

Bang! !

The broadsword sank into the column, and Zhang Da and Fan Jiang were strung together in a string, hanging in the air.

More than a dozen arrows in the crossbow were shot empty within a few breaths, and the new arrow box had not yet been installed. Many of Zhang Mingming's confidants who accompanied him had become hedgehogs, except for a few lucky ones. A few stood at the back, and the rest were in danger.

The power of the ordnance can be seen!
In this short space, Lao Huang disappeared.

In other words, his movement is too fast, so fast that people can't see clearly, like a gust of wind.

He dragged the single-edged sword, and after a few steps, he got into the shadow on the side, and when the sword danced, he spurted a few clusters of blood.

Xia Guang and Zhang Mingming crouched under the stone steps of the mountain road, looked up at the ghost, and used the cover to carry out extremely efficient killings.

Countless reds, countless fears, and wailing surrounded the ghost.

Gradually, the first bandit collapsed and dropped his weapon.

Zhang Da and Fan Jiang hung up immediately.

The devil rushed here again, he couldn't kill him, he couldn't beat him, but he saw his companion rushing up, and before he drew his weapon, his head was gone.

Skulls, streaks of blood.

More and more robbers dropped their weapons, "We surrender, surrender!"

"The big boss makes us wrong."

"We surrendered, no more fights, really no more fights."

"Help, help, help"

However, the ghost did not stop because the enemy surrendered. He was extremely fast, and even because the enemy stopped, his efficiency doubled.

"Old Huang, stop, they are all kneeling down!"

Zhang Mingming quickly recovered from the shock.

The old servant paused, and a faint voice came from a distance, "What do you think, young master?"

Xia Guang narrowed his eyes and spit out two words: "Continue."

The old servant laughed, sweeter than flowers, but in the eyes of the enemy, he was more terrifying than evil spirits. The next moment, he turned into a shadow that no one could catch up with. out.

It can be seen from this that Ling Juehu really deserves to be a master who has dedicated more than 20 years to exterminate the family.

Incredibly efficient.

Especially when facing people who are weaker than him, the killing efficiency is simply soaring.

Although it is only one sword at a time, but through body skills, it draws an extremely long arc, so that at least two or three human heads, as many as a dozen human heads, fly together.

After a while.

The hill was dead silent.

Dead bodies all over the place.

The surviving robbers were silent, and the old Huang put his sword back into its sheath, his soft and cold face disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of an old servant. He walked towards the young master with his waist bent.

The surviving robbers were intimidated by it, and they couldn't help stepping back a few steps, leaving the boy with disheveled hair to stand at the front, motionless like a rock.

The old servant approached, stood still, and said softly: "My lord, I'm sorry, the old servant kept it from you."

Xia Guang suddenly asked: "Old Huang, what rank are you?"

The old servant avoided answering, but said a bit coyly: "I haven't held a sword for many years, and I'm not used to it. But your sword is decisive and fierce, my son. The old servant really didn't expect that such strength can be used like this."

Xia Guang didn't ask any further questions, the old servant would naturally say what he should say, and he didn't want to pester him with questions about what he shouldn't say.

The young man in white clothes, although he looked immature, had a bit of overlord's air, he turned his head and frowned and asked, "Master Zhang, what's going on? Huang Puxiang, take me to find her!"

Zhang Ming looked at the corpses all over the ground in the distance, and at the two traitors who were strung up in a string and hung high, before they even had time to say a few words, he couldn't help being speechless.

Damn, are you too fierce?
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