The best waste god

There was a crisp sound of "bang", white brains and red blood shot out in all directions, and the bones of the head and the cap of the sky flew out. A generation of heroes, Nangong Shuangjie, just died together It's a pity that until he died, he still didn't know who the enemies who sent these bandits to rob and kill were.

At this moment, the sound of rumbling wheels and galloping horses, as well as the crisp and anxious voice of a woman scolding, came again in a hurry from tens of meters away.

The remaining four masked men in gray clothes followed the source of the sound, turned their heads and saw that the caravan pulled by four good horses galloped away just now, but now it was driven by a man in a blue shirt and black skirt. The middle-aged beautiful woman was driving, and came galloping like flying again.

I saw a middle-aged beautiful woman with willow eyebrows and handsome eyes, a beautiful nose and cherry lips. Although her expression was anxious at this time and her willow eyebrows were fluttering, she still couldn't hide her graceful and dignified temperament and her charming charm.

But in the carriage behind the middle-aged beautiful woman, there is also a tall and tall young man standing with his upper body slightly bowed and his hands on the door of the carriage.

I saw that young man was also wearing a blue shirt, with a slightly healthy wheat complexion, a straight nose bridge, slightly pursed lips, two thick sword eyebrows, like two flying swords coming out of his body, slanting Flying upwards, slightly into the temples, a pair of breathtaking star eyes, shining with spirit, every time he lifts up, there is a different kind of weakness, and there is also a hint of anxiety in the star eyes.

This young man is the son of Nangong Shuangjie. He is also called Nangong Haotian just like Nangong Haotian who died in vain on earth. At this moment, he is looking around anxiously. Judging by the situation, he still doesn't know that his father Nangong Shuangjie has passed away. Death to hell!

When the four gray-clothed masked men saw the middle-aged beautiful woman driving back, they looked at each other, and at the same time said anxiously: "The target has been killed, ignore them, let's go!"

"Drive, drive, drive!"

While speaking, the carriage of the middle-aged beautiful woman was tens of meters away.

The four gray-clothed masked men didn't care to carry away the bodies of the two dead companions, and hurriedly galloped towards their own horses.

The middle-aged beautiful woman on the carriage seemed to have seen the corpse of her husband-in-law lying in a pool of blood, but she didn't make a move immediately. Presumably, she was afraid that Nangong Haotian, who was unarmed and unarmed, would rush wildly to fight the dog after seeing his father's corpse. Only when the thieves were fighting each other, endured the boundless grief in their hearts, urged the horses to gallop here.

At this moment, she raised her eyes and saw the four masked men in gray clothes who wanted to escape. The middle-aged beautiful woman had already put her worries out of her mind, and immediately said coquettishly: "Bold thief, kill my husband, and don't spare your life!" Do you want to go when you come?"

Amidst the scolding sound, the middle-aged beautiful woman picked up a long sword on the cart, her delicate body soared into the air, and flew towards the four gray-clothed masked men like dancing butterflies.

At the same time when the middle-aged beautiful woman flew towards the four masked men, the white-robed old man who was dragged off the carriage by the gangsters just now caught up, yelled sharply, and rushed forward to catch up to the four masked men. The carriage stopped.

The middle-aged beautiful woman wanted to avenge her husband, and she had already used her lightness kung fu to the extreme. Her figure was as fast as a flying swallow, and she saw a flash of her figure. It took only a few breaths, and she had already arrived. Before the bodies of the four masked men in front of the horse.

When the four masked men saw it, they didn't bother to pull the horse again. They yelled loudly, turned back, raised their knives and sticks at the same time, and attacked the middle-aged beautiful woman.

The expression of the middle-aged beautiful woman was fluctuating. It can be said that she looked crazy, like a witch in the world. Little afterimages.

The four gray-clothed masked men were not mediocre, they advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and surrounded this middle-aged beautiful woman with outstanding swordsmanship with swords and sticks.