The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

A scream sounded, and everyone's complexion changed drastically, turning their heads to look back.

I saw a gangster wearing sackcloth, with a long arrow stuck behind his back, reaching out to everyone, as if he wanted to ask for help.

But the next moment, this person fell to the ground, no more breath.

Everyone took a breath when they saw this, but before they could react, they heard the sound of "shooing", and then a dozen golden feather arrows shot from the window and outside the door, instantly Shot and killed a group of gangsters who were slightly less skilled.

At this time, looking outside the teahouse, more than a dozen men in black costumes came to pat their horses, one with tiger-eyed beards and a large carved bow in his left hand, and shouted:

"Don't keep one!"

His voice fell to the ground, and the ten or so men in black immediately turned over and got off the horse, each took a large sword and a sword, and went straight to the teahouse.

The people of the rivers and lakes in the teahouse, when they saw the black man outside the door, the first sentence was to slaughter everyone, so naturally they couldn't sit still and wait. Many people took their portable weapons and shouted:

"Fight with them!"

The teahouse that was originally a piece of fun, instantly became a battlefield like a purgatory.

Although there are many gangsters in the teahouse, the martial arts are uneven. Some people have only learned the three-legged cat style. Four or five people together, not enough for a black man on the opposite side.

With just half a cup of tea, there are already many people with different heads and screams in the teahouse.

Zhao Zimo's face was gloomy. He held a long sword in his hand. He did not join the battle group. Instead, he shouted: "Which way is the brother outside the door? This must be a misunderstanding. Can you sell me the "Tsing Yi Sword" for a while? give up!"

The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed. He looked around and asked, "'Qingyi Sword'? What a big name! Have you ever heard of it?"

The two men in black who accompanied him shook their heads and replied in unison: "Never heard of it!"

The black-clothed man with tiger eyes and beards sighed and said: "It seems that the name of Qingyijian is not loud enough, and I can't let Lao Tzu stop!"

Zhao Zimo's face was green, but he didn't draw his sword in anger. He just tentatively asked, "Who is your Excellency and why you want to slaughter the teahouse? Can you make it clear?"

The man in black with tiger eyes and beards laughed and said, "Well, just let you be a ghost! A certain is the master of Heifeng Mountain, and the people of the rivers and lakes call it'Tuwanhu'! As for why you want to kill you, it is naturally because of the Lan family. Contest for a kiss!"

Zhao Zimo suddenly said: "You are also going to propose a marriage!"

Tu Wanhu smiled and said: "Yes! A certain family wants to kill all the people who come to propose family members on the road, so that no one will compete with me. When I marry a beautiful woman and get the property of the Lan family, won't I be happy? "

After he said, he slapped his horse on his back, and the whole person flew up, fell directly into the teahouse, and shouted: "I told you these nonsense, you can also be a ghost!"

Zhao Zimo's expression changed, but instead of drawing his sword to meet the enemy, he ran away!

The people in the teahouse originally expected him to come and face the bandit leader Tu Wanhu, but they didn't expect that the "Sword of Qingyi" Zhao Zimo, instead of drawing his sword, turned around and ran away.

Tu Wanhu was also stunned, but immediately sneered. He was holding two **** axes, his figure just swayed, and he came to Zhao Zimo's back.

"The surname is Zhao! How come you run so fast? Let's take an axe from someone!"

Zhao Zimo heard the sound of the wind rushing behind him, and couldn't help but stand upright. He couldn't avoid it in a hurry, so he could only swing his long sword backwards, and stubbornly carried the axe of the butcher.

Ping!

There was a crisp sound, and then Zhao Zimo's body flew backwards like catkins in the wind!

This is really beyond everyone's expectation. There are still many martial arts hawks in the teahouse who are struggling to kill, but they did not expect that this famous Zhao Zimo could not even kill thousands of households!

Tu Wanhu was also slightly surprised, but the actual combat experience he has cultivated over the years is: "If your opponent doesn't die, you must not take it lightly!"

Thinking of this, Tu Wanhu did not leave any hands. Instead, he took advantage of the victory and rushed directly to the landing spot of Zhao Zimo's body. He raised the axe and fell, and the axe ended the life of this swordsman in Tsing Yi!

When Zhao Zimo's head rolled to the ground, Tu Wanhu came back to his senses and secretly asked, "How could this'Qingyi Sword" Zhao Zimo's huge reputation on the rivers and lakes be so vulnerable?"

You should know that although Tu Wanhu was insulting in language just now, it was his usual method when he was facing the enemy. He would blow or belittle the opponent, and in short, he had to disturb his mood first. In fact, the name of "Tsing Yi Sword" is so big that even he has three points of jealousy, so when he shot it, he went straight to this person, and he didn't have the slightest intention of carelessness.

Unexpectedly, the swordsman in Tsing Yi was chopped off with an axe and flew out with an axe. After that, he had no strength to fight back, and his head was chopped off with an axe.

At this time ~www.ltnovel.com~ Tu Wanhu still had some doubts, until he saw the messy head on the ground, he confirmed the fact that he killed the "Qingyi Sword" with two moves.

"What a ‘Tsing Yi Sword’, Bah!"

Tu Wanhu took a sip, turned around and joined the battle group in the teahouse.

There were originally two evenly matched parties, but after Tu Wanhu joined, they showed a tendency to fall apart. The men in black hacked all the more than 30 gangsters in the teahouse after losing only four of their companions.

Tu Wanhu stood in the teahouse, looking at the dozens of dead bodies lying on the ground, he couldn't help but feel complacent. But just as he was about to give orders, he heard a few small noises from the teahouse window.

Years of experience in the rivers and lakes made him immediately alert. He jumped into the air, grabbed his right hand, and hung directly on the beam of the room.

"Be careful, there are hidden weapons!"

As soon as Tu Wanhu's voice fell, there was a wailing sound from below. The seven or eight black-clothed companions in the teahouse had been pierced with silver needles at this moment, and their expressions were distorted, rolling on the ground begging for mercy. With just a few breaths, these people are already dead.

"The peacock needle, see the blood seal the throat!"

Tu Wanhu's expression changed drastically. He fell from the beam of the room, looking at the entrance of the teahouse with a gloomy expression. I saw a tall and thin figure wearing a brown short coat and a long knife slowly walking in, with a faint smile on his face and said:

"After committing these many murders, your item is worth a lot of money!"

"The peacock catcher, Yang Mu!" Tu Wanhu stared at the person in front of him and said word by word.

"Hey, it's right here!" Yang Mu said with a smile: "I am an official, and you are a thief. Today I am destined to bring you to justice, so let's borrow your money and use it!"