In the village, the other routs rushed over with swords, guns, bows and arrows.

"It's a guard with a knife. A cry of terror rang out: "Kill him, or we will all die when we return to the barracks." ”

Woohoo!!

Two arrows flew.

One arrow missed, and the other was easily dodged by Ghost Cry.

In front of him, there were six people.

Two with bows and arrows, and four with spears.

But the remaining enemies, there are seven.

There was also a wandering outside, covering the house, and the ghost crying could only hear the sound of hurried horses' hooves.

He didn't run away, presumably looking for an opportunity.

Just now, the one who sent the horse came.

Ghost Cry licked his lips and shouted at the six defeated soldiers in front of him, "One." ”

"What?"

Before the rout could react, the ghost cry suddenly accelerated.

The figure flashed, and the rout hurriedly raised his gun.

Click!

Two of the guns were slashed off, and Devil Cry squeezed in.

The remaining two guns grazed his scale armor and slid to the sides with a spark.

In the flash of light, Ghost Cry stabbed a person in the neck, feeling a slight obstruction in his hand, thinking that it should be the tip of the knife touching the bone, so he immediately pulled back.

The four spears waved in a panic and slashed in front of Devil Cry, not posing the slightest threat to Devil Cry.

The spear was not so easy to cut, so it was said that the tip of the spear, under the blade, there was a long sleeve that protected the barrel.

And the barrel of the gun is also very tough, under normal circumstances, you don't want to cut it even after two or three cuts.

However, the long knife used by Devil Cry is too long and sharp, and its own strength is great, and its knife skills are superb enough.

directly bypassed the protection of the tip of the gun, relied on his strength, and followed the barrel of the gun, which was a knife, and actually cut off two guns.

Only then did they have a chance to squeeze in and kill and injure one person.

Ghost Cry laughed, carrying a long knife in one hand, and wandered outside the attack range of these routs.

The narrow eyes rolled as they viciously looked at the necks of the routs.

The tip of the knife slashed across the ground, dragging out messy shapes and making a "rustle" sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The broken spear fell to the ground, and the rout soldier who had just been hit in the neck by the ghost cave realized it and fell to the ground with a painful face covering his neck.

Blood poured out from between his fingers, his face was pale, he was foaming blood, his body was convulsed, and he couldn't live.

The rest of the rout soldiers bumped their upper and lower teeth, looked at the ghost crying with horror on their faces, made a "click" sound, and the weapons clenched in both hands turned white.

The rout who caught the bow and arrow was frightened in his heart, looked at the ghost crying with vigilance, and said with a sincere face: "My lord, the brothers just want to find a way to live, you spare our brother's life, and our brother will give you all the money he collected, how about it?"

"Not very good. Ghost Cry sneered.

Whether it is Luo Kai or Yang An, their blood is cold.

Luo Kai may have been soft-hearted in the past, but after he went through hell, his heart was not soft.

As for corpses or something, he has seen a lot of evil ghosts, and he is still afraid of corpses.

And Yang An, killing people is not counted, and he is generally not a good thing, and his heart is as hard as iron.

If it is a harmless villager, the two sides have nothing to do with each other, and the ghost cry can still maintain a superficial gentleness.

But these guys in front of him have a lot of resentful spirits entangled in their bodies.

Kill them, the spirits are freed, and the villagers are avenged.

The villagers will be grateful to him, and the spirits will be grateful to him, and he will receive merit.

Therefore, how is it possible to let them go.

"My lord, the sword has no eyes, you must kill our brother, our brother will definitely fight hard, when the time comes, you may not kill the adult, but you may not be very comfortable. The rout with the bow and arrow said viciously.

At this time, the rout soldier whose spear had been cut off finally broke free from his fear, took the opportunity to throw away his gun, and drew his knife.

The ghost cried and laughed: "Hahahaha, your head is my 'military merit', how can I let you go." ”

"My lord, we are all Song people. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a head back, who knows. Devil Cry continued to sneer.

The rout with the bow and arrow felt a chill in his heart, and gritted his teeth: "Kill!"

Two arrows flew out, so close, both arrows were unusually accurate, and it was the chest of the Devil Cry.

At the same time, two guns advanced at the same time, assassinating him.

"Two!" the ghost cried out, leaning sideways, and the knife was horizontal.

Dodge an arrow, knock an arrow away.

Take a half-step back and avoid the two spears from the assassination.

With a single slash, the two spears were broken in two.

Two routs with guns rushed forward with their broken spears, and held the devil's cry in the chest.

The two men with the bow threw away their bows, drew their swords, and gathered around them from both sides.

The rest of the rout rolled over and slashed at Devil's Cry's legs.

With a slash, the two spears with only the barrels of the guns were disconnected again.

The aftermath of this knife did not stop, and the head of the rout soldier who was under him was slashed with the helmet.

Blood splattered out, spraying the faces of the two routs with guns.

The ghost cried so much that his body shook to the left, and he sneered at the rout soldier on the left who threw his bow and changed his sword: "Three." ”

The rout's pupils shrank, and he slashed the knife in his hand.

One long and one severe, the two slashed at each other, however, the long knife was faster, and one slashed into his shoulder, slashing diagonally down his shoulder, all the way to his chest.

The saber fell to the ground, and the corpse, almost split in half, fell to its knees.

Blood spurted out, like a blasted blood mist.

Ghost Cry turned his head violently, and his long, narrow eyes, which had been almost narrowed into a slit, instantly widened, revealing pupils that were smaller than ordinary people, and the whites of his eyes that occupied most of his eyes were bloodshot.

The blood-stained face of the cooperating soldier was stiffened by just a glare, and his legs were glued to the ground, unable to lift them.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was heard.

A knight in leather armor and armed with a saber galloped in.

His body was clinging to the horse's back, his arms stretched downward diagonally, and his curved saber was coming towards the wind.

As long as he gently pushes at that time, with the help of horsepower, he can completely cut off the head of Devil Cry.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind him, the ghost cried and smiled: "Four!"

The horse is fast and galloping.

By the time Devil Cry turned around, they were less than five steps apart.

Five steps, one moment.

One man and one horse, passing by by mistake.

A puddle of blood, exploded in the middle.

The war horse galloped, but the knight on horseback was gone.

At this moment, the knight was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, and a pool of blood formed under him.

The ghost cry art is bold, and when he turns around, he flashes a thorn in front of the war horse.

The length of the sword, pierced like a spear, easily stabbed the knight under the horse.

After doing all this, Ghost Cry turned around slowly, shook off the blood stains on the knife body, lay on his shoulder, and looked at the remaining three dumbfounded chickens like prey: "Five!"

When the other three heard this, they woke up and turned away in a frightened scream.

But where is their speed comparable to Devil May Cry.

Ghost Cry easily chased after him, one person and one knife, and slashed on the spot.

The embers were blazing, and black smoke was billowing out.

The corpses were everywhere and bloody.

There was silence in the village, a gust of wind blew, and the crops in the fields rose and fell.

Amid the sound of the horse's hooves, the horses that rushed out ran back, bowing their heads and sniffing the knight's corpse with their noses.

The war horse has a tall skeleton and is a good horse, but it is not fat enough and strong, and it seems that it has not eaten very well recently.

A few crows landed on the eaves and watched vigilantly as the ghosts in the village cried.

Oniwai sat on the threshold of a ruined thatched hut, behind him, the sound of hunting fires from the wood. He grabbed a handful of thatch and carefully wiped the blood from the knife until the long blade was as smooth as new.