Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Sword and the Fan (I)

It was a dark and windy night.

There was silence on the small grassland of Xipingzhou, except that the silence was still silent.

The night fog hits, and the early autumn night is a little cool, and there are few stars in sight under the hazy moonlight.

The cold air of the night fog seemed to block the light, and the dark and dreary night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky like boundless thick ink, and there was not even the glimmer of the stars.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the moon is dark and the wind is high;

Murder Night! The sky is dark, the earth is dark!

The Wanma Gang is full of plain silk and white cloth inside and out, and the main hall of the hall has a big word 'lai', and there are incense tripods, fire candles, tributes, and spiritual seats placed below.

There are two spiritual seats, originally only one, and the other was added later.

The gangsters in the courtyard carried the finished coffin into the mourning hall.

The two leaders began to follow a complete set of procedures step by step, and finally put Feng Chaoen in the coffin.

These two were originally masters of the Silver Sword Society, one is one and one pair, and they are still twin brothers.

The elder brother's name is Ye Wen, and the younger brother's name is Ye Wu.

The Silver Sword Society knew that it was related to the Golden Sword Society by hearing its name, and yes, they were originally four brothers, but later they split up.

However, in the end, they all came together again, and they were all gangs that were annexed by the Wanma Gang.

For the death of the two senior brothers, the Ye brothers are a little sad, although there was a little grudge before, this person is dead, people die greatly, let him go in the past.

It's just that there is one point, they are very mindful, the helper Yan Cheng did not come out, but just ordered a good burial.

The two brothers were a little dissatisfied, and Yan Chengxu was also one of the best young men in Xipingzhou, and in his early thirties, he already had the cultivation of masters.

In the past, this was a good way to deal with people, otherwise their brothers would not have yielded.

Although it was suppressed, this can be regarded as a strong team.

The rivers and lakes are like this, the big fish eat the small fish, become a bigger fish, and then eat the original big fish.

But lately, Yan Chengxu has become very irritable, and he doesn't respect their brothers very much, and often gets angry for no reason.

I heard that a few days ago, Yan Chengxu killed his wife.

"Two hall masters, you can put on incense. ”

The one who spoke was an old servant named Uncle Yan, whose martial arts could only be regarded as mediocre, and he could be regarded as the oldest old man in the Wanma Gang.

Originally, an old man like this should be respected, but at this time, Uncle Yan had a blue nose and swollen face, which was a continuation of the beating.

There are many old people in the Wanma Gang who are privately rumoring that the gang leader is crazy!

The Ye brothers looked at Uncle Yan and sighed, and they didn't know whether it was right or wrong to vote for this Ten Thousand Horse Gang.

"Uncle Yan, you go and rest, just have me here. Ye Wu said.

Yan Bo walked down.

At the beginning of the incense, led by the Ye brothers, everyone in the back put incense in turn, and for a time the incense hall was full of cigarettes.

"Who bought this incense, is it damp. Someone was muttering.

Ye Wen frowned, the smoke of this incense was indeed a little too big, and it made people feel a little dizzy.

Ye Wu next to him suddenly grabbed his brother and shouted:

"It's a fragrance!! go quickly. ”

"Bang!! bang~~ lala" This is the sound of the roof breaking, and a white-robed man descends from the sky.

The Ye brothers immediately rushed out.

"Oh~~", a black knife blocked their way.

"Brother~~~ You go quickly, give me a !!" Ye Wu pulled out a single knife, pushed Ye Wen away, and beckoned everyone to step forward.

A black cold glow shrank in the white-robed man's hand, and then he heard a roar:

"Kill ~~~~~!!!!!"

The black broadsword shows its cold face.

There were screams in the hall, and no one in this hall was a good hand, and after a knife tearing sound, there were four more corpses on the ground.

Ye Wu's whole body muscles suddenly tightened, and his breathing couldn't help but become short, just like him, there were also everyone in the hall.

Someone like them, who is old in fighting and has a lot of experience in martial arts, shouldn't have had such a hurried reaction.

However, the smoke entering the body is only one aspect, and the more important thing is that the fight just now, which brought them mental throbbing, which is difficult to erase.

The white-robed man struck again, and a knife came flat, and the knife was slow.

However, the black knife shadow was like a fog and smoke cage, and it spread in an instant, and the knife was like a corner of a cloth with clouds.

There was another sound of swords and soldiers colliding, and more of it was the sound of black knives licking flesh and flesh and tearing human bones!

The black suddenly pointed to the sky, and the blade suddenly swirled to both sides, and a wonderful aura was so completely connected.

It is the throwing of two arcs, the precise anastomosis of circles;

And the black light is like a horse, like a coiled dragon dancing, black smoke rolling, and a flash of black lightning shoots out at this time, castration is incomparable!

Bursts of invisible black killing intent swept through everyone in the hall like a mountain and a sea.

The black light trembled and flashed, and the black lightning instantly transformed into sixteen black lights, each of which looked for a target.

There was a faint roar of dragons and tigers, and only the sound of "poof" was heard, and it sounded sixteen times in a row.

Sixteen skulls flew up, and sixteen streaks of blood spurted out, three feet three feet high.

Ye Wu gritted his teeth, covering his neck with both hands, even the weapon was gone, he was afraid that as soon as he let go, his head would fall off, and a large stream of liquid would emerge between the fingers covering his neck.

It was blood, bright red blood.

I only heard the white-robed man say:

"Hey, I forgot to report to my family, my name is Gong Ling, from the Kunwu faction. ”

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Outside the Ten Thousand Horses.

The black clouds in the sky are still so dense that they have not dissipated at all, and the light of the moon is difficult to pass through the black clouds, which can illuminate the road ahead slightly.

There is a power in the night that can stimulate people's thoughts, whenever the night comes, everything is so quiet, everything is so lonely, and there is some fear in the silence.

The silence was broken by the sound of horses' hooves!

Gong Ling is running in front, and a group of people are chasing behind!

"Stop!!!" a roar sounded.

Sneered and glanced behind him, behind Gong Ling, Ye Wenzheng was chasing after him on horseback with people and a roar of sorrow.

There is no shortage of horses in the Wanma Gang, and Gong Ling did not grab a horse when he ran.

With only Gong Ling's beginner's 'eight steps to catch the toad' light skill, can he outrun the horse?

Short distances are certainly fine, but long distances are certainly not possible! Because the internal strength of a man is not as long as the endurance of a horse.

Ye Wen hated, under the cover of his younger brother, he withdrew from the mourning hall, found cold water, and went down a few buckets to relieve the drug.

When he returned to the mourning hall, a strong smell of blood rushed to his face.

The mourning hall has become a guillotine hall, all of which are severed with a knife, the heads are scattered in front of the hall, and the headless corpses are scattered on the ground.

He saw his brother's body, he didn't clean it up in the first place, he wanted revenge, he wanted to scrape the white robe and black knife that killed his brother alive.

"Follow me and slaughter the Kunwu faction!"

In the Wanma Gang, a group of elite gangs roared, and the sound of killing shook the sky!