Dewey Ming saw the whole process of the six knifemen stopping the boat and ambushing, but when twenty or thirty more knifemen appeared around, he felt a chill in his heart, when did these people come?

As soon as the thought came to him, he reacted immediately, rolled down the slope to one side, and then a knife slashed at the place where he was lying on his stomach, where his neck was, and if the knife had hit, his head would have fallen off.

A black-clothed swordsman with a masked face watched him roll away with gloomy eyes, and chased after him.

Meng Changan was surrounded by people, and the swordsmen who approached him step by step.

"Brother Meng, I'm really sorry, I originally thought that sooner or later, someone like you would shine in the army, so I always deliberately got close to you, but no matter how strong you are, you are stronger than Chen Zishan's family background?"

Zhou Ansheng took a step back: "Kill him, as soon as possible." ”

Twenty or thirty swordsmen stepped forward at the same time, and none of them spoke, and the silent killing intent was even more chilling.

When Meng Changan avoided a knife, he vaguely heard something wrong, like the swift footsteps of a cheetah chasing its prey, very light, and he could distinguish a farther sound under the siege of so many people, which was also a talent.

Meng Changan was full of sword light in front of him, and there was sword light behind him, and he was also injured.

He dodged one, two, three, many, many knives, the wound was still bleeding, his strength was accelerating and weakening, and his movement speed was starting to slow down, and he even thought that this was the effect of the injury on a person.

Zhou Ansheng shouted behind the crowd: "Start lightly, keep the corpse that can be carried back, it's too broken for me to take back to act." ”

Meng Changan's eyes immediately became fierce, snatched a knife, and began to rush towards Zhou Ansheng's side, killing people with a knife.

With a pop, he was stabbed in the back, from the back of his neck to his ribs, deep enough and long enough, Meng Changan staggered forward and almost fell, and three or four knives in front of him had already arrived at the same time.

Then he saw an umbrella flying over, and it was clearly not a natural phenomenon at this time.

The umbrella was inserted into the throat of a knife man, and then someone stepped on Meng Changan's shoulder and came to him, reached out and grabbed the handle of the umbrella and twisted it, the umbrella unfolded with a snap, and the blade was cut out on both sides and the neck was broken, and then the umbrella sword swept out and slashed lightly on the necks of the other two people, first a blood line, and then the blood flowed, and the two people covered their necks and fell backwards and withdrew.

Although he only saw a back and was a little unfamiliar, the corners of Meng Changan's mouth hooked: "Why are you here?" ”

Shen Leng: "Oh, on horseback." ”

Meng Changan: "......"

Shen Leng threw the umbrella sword to Meng Changan: "It's too light, it's not used to it." ”

He picked up a steel knife from the ground and weighed it, then pointed at the knife with the tip of the knife and swept around, opened his mouth and held back, and turned back to ask Meng Changan: "What should you say if you brag at this time?" ”

Meng Changan: "Say a fart." ”

Shen Leng: "Oh, you fart! ”

Then he rushed forward.

Meng Changan was very confident in his skills, if he hadn't been stabbed first, even twenty or thirty swordsmen wouldn't have been able to stop him, but when he saw Shen Leng make a move, he suddenly became suspicious of himself......

What has this guy been through in a few years?

Compared with Meng Changan's fierceness, Shen Leng's knife technique is very calm and pragmatic, every knife will never waste a penny, just enough to kill a person, Meng Changan suddenly thought that this kind of fighting style will last longer in the army.

Shen Leng cut the throat of the knife man in front of him with a knife, bent down to avoid a knife, and the knife went out from the bottom to the top to cut the stomach of a knife man, and after the knife was successful, the body rotated half a circle to avoid the attack behind, and the knife stabbed straight out and poked into the heart of a knife man, and then twisted his wrist, the knife body turned several times in the heart, and the hole that turned out of the back spurted blood.

Shen Leng held the knife again and pulled it out, and grabbed the knife with his left hand, and the two knives were like a whirlwind on the ground, and no one survived everywhere he passed.

Shen Leng kills calmly, and the injured Meng Changan is still tough and domineering, he can split the human brain case with a knife and absolutely leave no force, this is Meng Changan.

Zhou Ansheng's face turned pale when he saw it, and he endured it several times when he wanted to rush up, but it was too late when he wanted to leave, more than 20 swordsmen Shen Leng killed twelve, not counting the previous six Meng Changan killed thirteen, and Dewey on the other side killed three.

This is Shen Leng's first killing, and it is also Meng Changan's first killing, and this is Dewey's first killing.

It was so natural to come, if you were someone else, you might be scared and tremble, but these two guys didn't change their faces, Meng Changan didn't change his face, but he showed a feeling of excitement.

Except for Zhou Ansheng, the last knife man who wanted to escape was nailed to the trunk of the tree by Shen Leng, the knife was not drawn, and the person was nailed there and was still struggling and gradually losing his strength.

Shen Leng glanced at the dagger on Meng Changan's stomach and shook his head slightly: "Will he die?" ”

Meng Changan: "If you dress me up as soon as possible and then take me to find a reliable Langzhong, you may not be able to die." ”

Shen Leng walked towards Zhou Ansheng, and said as he walked: "I'm not very familiar with Chang'an, do you know where Langzhong is the best?" But it suddenly occurred to me that if I charged you at this time, you would not pay it, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it. ”

Then he grabbed Zhou Ansheng's two arms and twisted them, and kicked his foot at Zhou Ansheng's knees, and Zhou Ansheng knelt down involuntarily.

Of course, Zhou Ansheng resisted, but it didn't make much sense.

Meng Changan said: "Naturally, he is the best among the Lang in the academy, if you really want to charge for it, can you give me a better bag, but I want to go somewhere else now." ”

As he spoke, he took the knife that Dewey handed him, of course he didn't know Dewey, and Dewey didn't know why he felt that he should hand over a knife, anyway, everything was so natural.

Then Shen Leng grabbed Zhou Ansheng's hair and lifted his head: "I know what you want to do, I'll just go." ”

Meng Changan cut off Zhou Ansheng's head with a knife: "Do you know where to go?" ”

Shen Leng snorted: "Go back, where will you eat at night?" ”

Meng Changan patted his money bag, his face was slightly red, and he turned out everyone's money bags from the corpse on the ground and found that he had gained a lot, and his confidence was suddenly enough: "Go to the first floor." ”

Shen Leng: "Wait for me for an hour and a half." ”

Meng Changan: "Otherwise, go eat first?" ”

Shen Leng shook his head: "I'm here to block the trouble, I have to do a good job and do it beautifully." ”

Meng Changan laughed, and Shen Leng glared at him: "Don't laugh." ”

Meng Changan: "Oh...... Hehe, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

It seems that something is wrong, it should be that he shouted that he is not allowed to laugh, but I don't know why, I just want to laugh.....

When the two of them were talking, in a bush about a few dozen meters away from them, a masked man who had been lying there for a long time quietly retreated, although he covered his face, he couldn't cover the whiteness of his temples, and he was obviously not young.

He originally wanted to deal with the aftermath, but now he didn't even dare to breathe a little louder, and he wasn't afraid a few times when he walked the rivers and lakes, but this time he was really afraid, is the current afterlife so terrifying?

Shen Leng nodded over there, and Meng Changan nodded: "I'll go back first to get some medicine, and go upstairs to eat, don't be wrong." ”

Shen Leng: "I can't make a mistake." ”

He looked at Dewey, "Help me send him back to the academy." ”

Dewey asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Shen Leng picked up the knives on the ground one by one, picked up seven knives in front of him, tied three knives to his back, and two on the left and right around his waist.

"Dog beating."

Shen Leng said two words, and the person had disappeared outside the forest.

Lauber felt that this was his best chance to make a move, Meng Changan's injury was very serious, and the strength of the person who supported him was not very strong, so he wanted to go but held back, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed.

"Hey."

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, and Rauber turned his head sharply, and saw that the guy with seven knives had gone around his back at some point.

"When you're old, don't mess around."

Shen Leng drew the knife, Lauber drew the knife, and the knife broke the head.

Shen Leng felt that he had used up his sword strength too much, and he would have to pay attention to it in the future, and thought about it again, if the force level was ten ranks, the speed at which this old guy drew his knife and the strength of the knife was very strong, at least seven.

This is the young man's initial judgment of this world's martial artist, some conceited and a little ignorant, after all, he is not deeply involved in the world, if the strength of the world's martial artists can really be divided into ranks, this person named Lauber is at most five, and Wang Kuohai, who Shen Leng defeated when he was competing in the sailor before, is at most four, maybe three.

Of course, even if someone corrects Shen Leng, if Shen Leng accepts it humbly, he still feels that he is ten.

Meng Changan came over and picked up Lauber's head and tied it around his waist, looking like a recruit on the battlefield who cut off his head and recorded meritorious service, Dewey almost vomited several times, gritted his teeth and held back, he didn't want to lose too much.

Shen Leng got to the shore and jumped on the boat, let go of the rope and rowed downstream, and as his arms moved faster and faster, the boat rushed out like an arrow from a string.

On the first floor, Meng Changan, who was dressed in blood and still had a human head hanging on his waist, entered the door, smiled apologetically at the shopkeepers who were scared and avoided like chickens and dogs, and walked straight to the counter and asked, "When will it close at the latest?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't seem to have much mood swings, and his hand was still on the abacus, but his fingers were trembling slightly.

"What do you want to do?"

The shopkeeper asked.

Meng Changan put all the money bags he picked up on the counter: "I have a brother who came to see me from a long distance, I want to invite him to a meal here, after all, it is best to go upstairs, but I have to go back to get some medicine first, if I can, can I delay the closing of the door a little, he still has more than an hour to come back." ”

The shopkeeper actually really calculated the time, and was just about to say no, because Dengdi never closes late for anyone, but at this time, a little girl who looked fifteen or sixteen years old stood on the second floor and said in a very cold tone: "That's an hour and a half, and it doesn't matter too much." ”

The shopkeeper looked up at the little girl, the little girl nodded slightly, and the shopkeeper immediately understood......

"Okay."

Meng Changan hugged his fists and thanked him, and then left the Dengdi Building.

The shopkeeper put away all the bloody money bags, looked at the blood stained on his hands, and looked a little dazed.

On the second floor, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt made tea elegantly, and said a little embarrassed when he saw the little girl come back: "Go back and tell Mrs. that I will go home later today, I haven't seen such an interesting offspring for a long time." ”

"Yes."

The little girl nodded slightly, but her face was a little unhappy: "I'm afraid that the money for this meal will be waived again." ”

The middle-aged man laughed: "Of course you have to avoid it, he said that it is best to go upstairs." ”

He raised his hand and waved: "Go back, it's too late, Madame will be worried." ”

The snow-white sleeves had three red clouds-like patterns, which looked very good.