"Then you have to tell me how many horse thieves there are, otherwise it won't be much use if I go to the town and call someone, if there are too many horse thieves, wouldn't it be to call someone to die in vain?" Mu Xiaojiu didn't care about the farmer's bad tone at all, he also knew that the farmer was just too anxious, so his voice was still gentle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The farmer gritted his teeth, although he had no culture and no skills, he still knew that the man in the green shirt in front of him was well-intentioned, and what he said made sense. He clenched his fists hard, but hung down weakly, and then said gloomily: "I don't know where that gang of horse thieves came from, I have never seen it before, I haven't even heard of it, because our village is next to this official road, so there have been tea merchants and horse teams passing by before, and horse thieves occasionally have them, but those horse thieves are very purposeful, and they will not easily move our villages, they only intercept the caravan of tea merchants." ”

"So, in the past, when those horse thieves passed through our village, they came in to ask for water to drink, or asked us to prepare some food and dry food for them, although they looked vicious, they didn't do anything bad, and sometimes they even paid us."

"But today this gang of horse thieves does not know where they came from, there are about twenty of them, all with strange scimitars, they burst into our village and start killing. Many people in our village are resisting, but we are all farmers and hunters, how can we be opponents of horse thieves? So the village chief asked me to take the opportunity to sneak out and go to the town in front to report for help. ”

"But what I didn't expect was that not long after I ran out, two horse thieves followed me. After being stabbed several times, I hurriedly struggled to run into the forest, and fell to the ground after running for less than two steps, but the two horse thieves didn't catch up again for some reason, and I wanted to continue to report the news, but I really couldn't get up. ”

Seeing the unwillingness and resentment on the farmer's face, after Mu Xiaojiu bandaged the last wound on his body, he got up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, big brother, you can rest here first, and then go to the town after feeling that you have rested a little better, or go back to the village directly." According to you, there are more than 20 horse thieves in your village, and if I run back to the town now, it will be too late. So I'm going to your village now to see if I can fend off those horse thieves for a while, and if I can get rid of them, it would be the best. ”

The farmer looked at Mu Xiaojiu, swallowed his saliva in disbelief, and then suddenly struggled to kneel, and hit the ground with a heavy bang, Mu Xiaojiu was startled and hurriedly avoided it.

"Thank you Shaoxia, if you can save the lives of our villagers, I will repay you as a cow and a horse!"

"Big brother can't help it, get up quickly, you just have a good rest, I'll go to your village."

Although Mu Xiaojiu said to the man lightly before, now he was very anxious in his heart, and Ling Bo urged it to the extreme. Rao is like this, he still feels that the speed is too slow, and he can't wait to put on a pair of wings and fly directly over.

Of course, his mind was anxious, but his mind was not confused.

More than 20 horse thieves, although I don't know if he can fight, but even if he is an ordinary strong man, he will not fight lightly now. What's more, if he wants to save those villagers, he is destined not to be able to use the Bihai Chaosheng Song, although this kind of sound attack martial arts is powerful, but the biggest drawback is the range attack, no distinction between the enemy and me.

While hurrying to the road, Mu Xiaojiu thought of a way in his heart.

Bihai Chaosheng Song can't be used, he hasn't learned the Tianshan Folding Plum Hand and the Folding Plum Falling Snow Sword, and there are only four remaining kung fu that are used to attack and kill the enemy.

Among them, the Bibo palm method is the peak level, the Qimen five-turn palm method and the jade leakage urging silver sword are the Dacheng realm, and the most powerful orchid acupoint hand is the beginner level.

The power of the high level is small, and the power of the high level is low.

Mu Xiaojiu had never been so eager to improve his martial arts as he was now.

The hillside where he set off was actually not far from the farmer's village, and it was Gumu Xiaojiu who arrived there quickly.

I saw that the small village that was originally beautiful and calm has become a place for horse thieves to kill, set fire, and plunder.

As far as the eye could see, the houses that were burning with fire, and the frightened and angry faces of the villagers all made Mu Xiaojiu angry; And the cries for help, screams, and scolding in his ears made Mu Xiaojiu's eyes split.

He even saw two black, ugly horse thieves drag a little girl who was no more than eleven or twelve years old out of the house and do anything to her.

opened the gourd and poured a big sip of wine, Mu Xiaojiu roared, and rushed behind the two horse thieves who were shaking their bodies on the girl's body with an arrow step, and the hole flute in his hand was pointed out with hatred, hitting the backbone of one of the horse thieves.

The horse thief's originally lewd face froze suddenly, and his body's movements suddenly stagnated - his spine had been shattered inch by inch under the blow that Mu Xiaojiu had instilled with all his internal strength.

Another horse thief was shocked when he saw the death of his companion, and hurriedly threw down the girl, and was about to go to the ground to pick up a knife, where would Mu Xiaojiu allow him? took a step forward, and the dong flute turned into a thousand shadows in an instant, and slammed into the hand of the horse thief.

The thief was in pain, and the scimitar that he had just taken in his hand fell down again.

Mu Xiaojiu raised his toes, accurately kicked on the handle of the falling scimitar, threw the gourd up with his left hand, and then quickly grabbed the scimitar that was kicked up, and turned around, and the horse thief was already in a different place.

Throwing away the scimitar, the wine gourd fell again, and he grabbed it in his hand.

I was about to step forward and pull up the insulted girl, but when I looked over, the girl had actually lost her breath and seemed to have been killed before.

Mu Xiaojiu paused, then stepped forward, gently helped the girl close her big eyes that were still open with hatred, and then smiled sadly, raised her head, and took another big sip of wine into her throat.

At this time, several horse thieves had already been attracted by his roar, and after shouting a few words, they all surrounded him with scimitars in their hands.

Mu Xiaojiu glanced around coldly, hung the gourd on his waist, and rushed straight to one of the horse thieves without saying a word.

"Kill!" Several horse thieves shouted in unison, and the scimitar in their hands also killed Mu Xiaojiu.

Although he was angry in his heart, Mu Xiaojiu had not been blinded by his reason, he knew very well that this battle here must be resolved quickly, and with the shouts of these horse thieves just now, more and more horse thieves were bound to rush over.

In fact, he knew that his approach was very stupid, and he should have entered the village softly, and then launched a surprise attack on the horse thieves, divided and attacked, and broke each one, so that the horse thieves would not besiege him together like now.

But he couldn't help it.

How could he ignore this cruel scene?

The hole flute and the scimitar meet in the air.

In the imagination of the horse thief, the moment the two met, the hole flute should have been broken, and then, his knife would have opened a hole in the body of the young man in front of him.

However, Mu Xiaojiu's flute is a heterogeneous bamboo flute given by Huang Yaoshi, and gold and iron cannot be broken.

Therefore, at the moment when the hole flute and the scimitar collided, a huge force struck from the hole flute, and his scimitar was shocked out in an instant.

Behind the scimitar, is his head.

The scimitar flies, the head, can it still be saved?

The answer, of course, was no, and as the flute hit his head, he felt his head dizzy, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

The third horse thief - dead!

But one horse thief died, and there were six horse thieves behind him.

At the moment when the third horse thief fell, the scimitars of the remaining six horse thieves had already slashed at Mu Xiaojiu's back.

Mu Xiaojiu was powerless to fight back at this time, so he could only turn around and block the hole flute behind him.

Six scimitars, six strong men.

After fighting for a while, Mu Xiaojiu had already discovered that although none of these horse thieves had learned internal skills, they had all practiced external skills, and their strength was not small.

At this time, six scimitars slashed together on his hole flute, instantly shaking him out, and at the same time, his arm was numb, and his body was agitated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

If the horse thieves are in power for a while, how can they spare him? One glance at each other, then rushed up again.

"Boy, suffer death!"

Mu Xiaojiu's face was cold, and he didn't answer, but he just stood up and attacked it.

While holding a hole in his right hand and setting up the offensive of the four horse thieves, Mu Xiaojiu's left wrist flicked, his thumb and index finger interlocked, and the other three opened in turn, gently brushing the throats of the other two horse thieves.

With just one flick, the two horse thieves made two vague "ho-ho" sounds and fell down.

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One of the remaining four horse thieves saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly drew his sword and retreated, and one slashed horizontally.

Mu Xiaojiu took a wrong step and avoided this slash in time, but the Tsing Yi on his body was cut with a long hole.

Dong Xiao was shocked, and Mu Xiaojiu saw that there was no one else except these horse thieves, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a sneer.

Putting the hole flute on his chest, Mu Xiaojiu's eyes flashed, and both hands blocked all the sound holes of the flute body at the same time.

Tube tone!

A few horse thieves only felt a thunder in their ears, and the qi and blood in their bodies suddenly churned, and their bodies shook, and within seven orifices, blood meandered down like a small snake.

"Phew!"

In the flat ground, there was a loud noise.

Mu Xiaojiu's face changed, and he hurriedly turned around and palmed.

The two palms were facing each other, and Mu Xiaojiu only felt a pain in his left hand, and then a strange force struck.

With just one palm, Mu Xiaojiu was blasted out of more than ten steps.

"Where did the little fart come from, he didn't have all the hair and dared to come to the good things of Lao Tzu, and he killed Lao Tzu's subordinates, hurry up and report his name."

Feeling the strangeness of his left hand, Mu Xiaojiu knew that his left arm had been dislocated at this time. And in the same way, he understands that the person in front of him is absolutely invincible in terms of external strength and strength.