The counterattack of the villains

In the room on the second floor, Xu Fengnian and Wen Hua got up and walked to the window, looking out the window.

Then I saw yellow sand flying outside the inn, and a group of cavalry with a hundred men swarmed over.

The lead rider was not wearing armor, but was wearing a white robe, but he was riding a black black horse under his crotch.

This clear black and white configuration made his temperament suddenly uplifted.

The leader, the white-robed young man, did not rein in his horse after arriving outside the inn. He directly smashed the gate with his horse and rushed into the courtyard in front of the inn.

Behind him, only six cavalry followed the yard, and the rest of the cavalry reined in outside the yard.

All the knights didn't say a word, and even the horses didn't neigh. This tacit silence and solemnity was far more suffocating than cursing and provocation.

The leading white-robed son, with a two-foot-long iron spear in his hand and a jade buckle with a Xianbei head, is obviously also a grandson of generals.

In the Liyang Dynasty, because Xu Xiao's horse stepped into the rivers and lakes, ordinary warriors had already been trampled to pieces by iron cavalry.

I never thought that in Longyaozhou, Beimang, the men at the tables in the yard knew that there were hundreds of elite cavalry outside, instead of avoiding the edge, it was as if they had been beaten.

After a strong man got up with a knife, he immediately seemed to rise up and form a rebellion. Those who drew the knife drew the knife, those who drew the sword drew the sword, and those who lifted the ax lifted the axe.

"kill……"

After a face-to-face meeting, more than 20 people rushed towards the white-robed young man and killed him before even saying a word of polite greetings.

The six riders remained calm in the face of danger, except for the two riders, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the white-robed young man, the rest of the horses retreated, and the knights bent their bows and shot arrows together.

The first wave of flying feathers was nailed into the foreheads of several people accurately, and the arrow tails still trembled slightly.

Those men aroused their blood, instead of shrinking back, they became more and more fearless.

The two riders pulled up the reins, and the horses suddenly raised their hooves high, stomped down heavily, and crushed the chests of the two men who were close to them.

But a knight was immediately caught in the gap, and the Jianghu people who bullied him were stabbed in the armpit with a knife, and then his head was chopped off with an ax that came out of his hand.

The flying ax continued to swipe towards the young man in white robe on the black horse, who showed contempt on his face, and only stretched out his two fingers, and flicked aside casually like chasing flies.

The powerful and heavy throwing ax was pushed aside and fell powerlessly to the side.

The situation of the other rider was even more tragic. The front leg of the horse was cut off. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and resisted the sword, so he did not become a hedgehog.

It's a pity that he still couldn't escape death. When the horse fell to the ground, his head was cut off by a sword.

This bloody battle, in the eyes of outsiders, naturally appeared inexplicably, but the real bloody scene was yet to come.

The white-robed young man who was riding on the black shackles was as immobile as a mountain, and the two-foot-long iron spear was unfurled, and it was like a rainstorm.

Every time the tip of the spear came out, a flower of blood would be brought out, and some throwing axes that were frantic were removed by him with skillful force.

The cavalry shot a second time behind them, and after harvesting five or six lives, they drew out their knives expressionlessly, and rode their horses forward to strangle with those wild grass and grass.

Just when the heroes in the courtyard were about to be killed, dozens of people suddenly rushed out from the second and third floors of the inn. The skills of these people were obviously better than the Jianghu Caomang sitting in the courtyard.

At the same time, dozens of claws were thrown from outside the inn, and they caught on the yellow mud wall.

"Boom"

Without any suspense, the wall collapsed in an instant, and the entire Yatoulu Inn was no longer protected.

Dozens of masters fought out, and the white-robed young man took his time, fought and retreated, and soon joined the large army outside the inn.

A few red-eyed gangsters ran out of the yard roaring, ignoring the feather arrows in their bodies.

Just when he rushed out of the courtyard, he was shot to death by the rain of arrows.

A man rolled forward cleverly, and raised his hand to cut down the black-headed iron hoof, but was stabbed in the back of the neck with a spear by the white-robed young man, and he stabbed down hard, pressing him to death on the muddy ground.

The white-robed young man grinned grinningly and said, "Whoever can support ten back and forth under my spear, whether you want to be an official, gold or a woman, you can speak up."

As soon as he said these words, those gangsters were about to yell and curse, but they were suppressed by a delicate, crisp, soft voice.

"You are Murong Zhangtai's cousin Murong Jiangshen?"

This is obviously a young girl's voice, clear and sweet, like jade beads rolling on a plate.

But this voice had an inexplicable echo, which seemed to reverberate endlessly throughout the Yatoulu Inn.

The white-robed young master focused his eyes slightly, and said cautiously: "This young master is Murong Jiangshen. I don't know where the girl is? What is the purpose of coming here?"

The girl's voice was still tepid, delicate and soft: "It's nothing, Fatty Dong asked me to bring back Tao Qianzhi's wife and daughter, and then see who will come to rob them, so that I can know who to look for in the future. "

Murong Jiangshen's face became very ugly. There are many fat people in the world, and there are also some fat people surnamed Dong.

But there is only one fat man surnamed Dong who can stand out for Tao Qianzhi in the world.

Dong Zhuo, the Great King of the Northern Mang and Southern Academy.

There are not many people in Beimang who dare to call Dong Zhuo by his name directly, and those who dare to call Fatty Dong directly are even rarer.

Murong Jiang said coldly: "Who is the girl?"

"Who I am, you will know immediately."

As soon as this sentence fell, everyone saw a white light flying out of the inn, and finally stopped among the cavalry of a hundred people, turning into a white flower that spun straight.

Murong Jiangshen looked back, saw the white flower clearly, and almost couldn't sit still and fell off the horse.

He exclaimed in astonishment: "Sad Qihua, you are Miss Baguio of Ghost King Zong."

There was a dead silence in the inn for a moment, and Baguio, who ranked second among the top ten demons in Beimang, appeared in Duck Head Green?
It is rumored that the third-ranked devil, Mr. Gui, is inseparable from Baguio. Could it be that the honest young man next to her is the legendary Mr. Gui?

But this looks completely inconsistent with the name!

"I know now, isn't it too late?"

As Baguio's words fell, the sadness faded away.

Murong Jiangshen cried out: "Wait a minute, miss, please spare me."

Baguio ignored him, endless white petals flew out from the white light and spread out in all directions.

"Chichichi..."

"Um... uh..."

"Pfft puff..."

Baiqi fell to the ground one after another, and each of them had a bloody wound that was transparent from front to back.

Murong Jiangshen also tried to block the petals of the Sad Flower with the iron spear in his hand.

This was of course futile. When the iron spear met the first petal, it was shattered and pierced through his heart.

After killing Baiqi with one move, Sad Flower turned into a white light again, and flew back to the lobby on the first floor of the inn, but did not return to Baguio's hands.

As soon as she entered the lobby, Sad Flower turned a corner and flew straight to the unrestrained swordsman in white who was sitting alone at a table.

Baguio looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "Murong Zhangtai, today's matter is your idea, right?"

Murong Zhangtai looked at the white flower floating in front of him, his pupils almost shrunk to the size of a pinprick, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He was about to say something, but Bi Yao didn't have the leisure to listen to his nonsense, after saying that sentence, he directly stimulated the sad flower and took his life.

The inn lobby was silent for a while, and no one dared to speak.

The daughter of the ghost king, the second devil, really lived up to her reputation.

The sad flower flew back in front of Baguio, and danced around the green finger of her raised finger.

She tilted her head slightly, and said with a pure and lovely look: "Well... Let me think about it, who else wants to kill..."

Zhang Xiaofan beside her smiled and said: "Leave the rest to me, he devours people's hearts and livers, he is no longer a human being, but a real demon, he no longer deserves to exist in this world."

"If you do something, he can still leave his soul reincarnated, which is too cheap for him."

"That's right." Baguio nodded approvingly, spread her palms, and the sad flower turned into a white light and sank into her palm.

But Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand, a jet-black short stick that looked like a fire stick appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Hearing the conversation between the two and seeing Zhang Xiaofan's movements, a tall, thin man with a sickly face sitting at a table in the corner changed his face drastically, his eyes filled with fear.

The soul-eating stick, the famous weapon of the third devil, Mr. Gui, is said to not only devour the energy and blood of a living person, but also absorb the soul, so that people will never be reborn.

Most of his reputation as a devil is due to this strange soldier.

Everyone in the world knows that the real second devil in the world should be this young man.

Letting Baguio be the second villain is just a joke between the young couple.

As soon as the Soul Eater appeared, Zhang Xiaofan's honest and honest demeanor suddenly became majestic and majestic, like a ghost.

The monstrous hostility made it extremely difficult for everyone in Datang to even breathe, and some people's eyes even faintly glowed red.

If he hadn't been intimidated by Zhang Xiaofan's aura, he might have violently hurt others.

In fact, after Zhang Xiaofan cultivated all the five heavenly books and integrated the three Dao methods of Qingyun, Tianyin and Fenxiang into one, he could already perfectly control his aura without revealing the slightest.

Now he has deliberately released it, so that his name as ghost son can be worthy of his name.

"No, Mr. Gui, please forgive me..."

At this moment, the proprietress, whose waist was like a bucket, stumbled down from the second floor, and fell on the stairs halfway, and she rolled down the stairs.

She threw herself in front of Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan, repeatedly kowtowed and begged: "Miss, Mr. Gui, please show your kind hands and spare his life."

For the proprietress' begging for mercy, even Zhang Xiaofan, who is fierce on the surface and kind-hearted in heart, is unmoved.

He said coldly: "When your man eats hearts and livers these years, I'm afraid you didn't spend much time frying and cooking them? Demons like you, what reason does my son let you go?"

The proprietress was speechless, but lay on the ground trembling.

"Hehehe..."

Just when the needle could be heard in the hall, someone let out a series of ironic laughter.

Originally ranked ninth among the top ten demons in Beimang, the demon Xie Ling who specializes in eating people's hearts and livers, that is, the tall, thin and sick man, stood up from the table in the corner.

"It is indeed a devil's act for me to eat people's hearts, how can Mr. Gui get any better?"

"Suck people into mummies as soon as they strike, and even absorb the souls of others so that they will never be reborn. Compared with Mr. Ghost, what am I, Xie Ling?"

The people sitting in the lobby turned pale with shock, the appearance of Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan here was enough to surprise them.

Unexpectedly, the duck-headed green shopkeeper they had known for many years turned out to be a big devil.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't respond to Xie Ling's words, he said calmly: "That's right, you eat people's hearts and I eat people's blood, they are all the same breed, but there is one thing that I am absolutely different from you."

The sarcasm on Xie Ling's face became even stronger, and even a smile appeared on his face, "Master Gui, you don't mean to say that all you kill are bad guys, do you?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and sighed: "Although I am not as old as you, I am not so superficial. The difference I said is that I have the power to rule the world."

"People in the world are afraid of me and hate me, but they can't do anything about me, but you just had a fight with Luoyang, and you have to hide and lick your wounds. This is the biggest difference between us."

The smile on Xie Ling's face disappeared instantly and became uglier than before.

Zhang Xiaofan said calmly: "Enough talking nonsense, you can go to hell."

With a flick of the sword in his hand, a burst of blue light suddenly burst out from the Soul Eater Stick, and he knelt down on the ground, with a dagger in his hand at some point, and the proprietress who was about to violently hurt someone suddenly flew out.

"boom"

That plump body flew up like a cannonball, smashed through the door panel of the inn, and flew out for an unknown distance, the blood with the broken internal organs sprayed out from the mouth, spraying all the way.

Then the Soul Eater made a turn and went straight towards Xie Ling.

Seeing the proprietress being killed with such a violent method, Xie Ling's eyes were about to burst, and Zhang Xiaofan and Biguio rushed over instead.

Facing the flickering blue light that was hitting towards him, Soul Eater frantically concentrated his true energy in his right hand, and slapped Soul Eater with his palm.

He originally wanted to slap Soul Devourer away and attack Zhang Xiaofan with all his strength, even if he can leave a wound on his body, then he will die in peace.

However, what he didn't expect was that the palm he slapped on Soul Devourer disappeared without a trace like a mud bull into the sea, and as soon as Soul Devourer touched his palm, it stuck firmly and could never be shaken off again.

It turns out that the Soul Eater Stick cannot be touched.

This was Xie Ling's last thought. In the eyes of others, the moment Soul Eater touched Xie Ling's palm, the head of the stick glowed with blood.

The blood light spread back along the stick body, forming several blood lines.

But Xie Ling's thin and tall body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just two breaths, it turned into a skinny mummy.

"pat"

Xie Ling fell to the ground, Soul Devourer turned into a green glow, which fell into Zhang Xiaofan's palm.

Seeing this, everyone in the lobby subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Since both of them have put away their weapons, it means that among the people present today, there is no one they want to kill.

In the corridor on the second floor, Xu Fengnian and Wen Hua, who had witnessed all this, looked at each other unconsciously, and swallowed with a grunt.

At this moment, both of them felt that their throats were a little dry.

Zhang Xiaofan and Bi Yao stood up, Bi Yao glanced at everyone, and finally turned his gaze to the white-haired old man with a red mole between his eyebrows, and said, "Your Excellency is Sui Song?"

The old man hurriedly stood up, clasped his fists deeply, and said, "This old man is Sui Song under Tao Chengmu's command."

Baguio nodded and said, "Go ask Mrs. Tao and Miss Tao to come down, and come with us to see Fatty Dong."

Sui Song rejoiced and said: "Yes, thank you Miss for your rescue, I will remember my kindness and virtue in my heart."

Baguio curled her lips and said, "Why do you keep it in your heart? How can you repay me?"

"Uh..." Sui Song smiled awkwardly, and said embarrassingly, "You will be rewarded for saving your life. Although the old man is incompetent, the eldest lady will have a destiny in the future. The old man will go through fire and water, and he will die."

Baguio didn't say any more, Zhang Xiaofan, who regained his honest and honest appearance, smiled and nodded and said: "It's good to have this kind of heart, go and invite Madam."

"Yes." (End of this chapter)