Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 886
Facing the ferocious guard and the iron gun in his hand that looked like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, the villager's mind went blank. His previous courage disappeared in an instant, and he subconsciously turned around and wanted to run away.

"coward!"

A villager next to the villager grabbed him, waved his hand, and threw a handful of sand at the guard.

Caught off guard, the guard was blinded by the sand, and the iron gun in his hand was pierced!

"Kill!"

The villager seized the opportunity, leaped at the guard, threw him to the ground, gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength with a ferocious expression, and strangled the guard's neck with both hands!
The villager who was so frightened to run away, his legs were still weak and trembling at this moment, looked at the villager and the guard, wrestled into a ball on the ground, but stood there, as if being beaten by someone. It's as if a body fixation technique has been applied, and I dare not move.

After all, the guard is physically strong, coupled with regular training on weekdays, his strength is much stronger than this villager's. He grabbed the villager's arms strangling his throat with both hands, and with a sudden force, he threw the villager aside and hit him hard. on the ground.

"You untouchable, you are so cowardly, you dare to fight back!"

The guard got up straight away. For him, being thrown down by the villagers just now and choking his throat was an absolute shame and humiliation. These bastards, even if their heads were beheaded before, they were too scared to resist, no If you dare to move, you can only close your eyes and wait for death.

Now being attacked by such a bastard, the guard is almost going to explode in anger!
The villager was slammed to the ground by the guard. For a moment, the painful bones seemed to be broken. The next moment, the guard rushed over, did the same thing, grabbed his throat with both hands, and roared ferociously: "Bitch, I'm going to strangle you to death!"

The villager's tongue was stuck out, and he fought with all his strength, pulling the guard's arms.

The guard grinned grimly, not paying attention to him at all, and kept pinching the villager's throat, wishing to squeeze out the last breath of air in his lungs!
"picture……"

The villager resisted and struggled desperately, but felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker. He stared at the trembling and dumbfounded villager next to him, his eyes filled with despair.

"what……"

The guard saw that the villager's eyes had begun to turn white. The feeling of killing brought him a burst of pleasure. He let out a loud roar, his arms puffed up, and he grinned, "Strangle you, you bastard!"

Suddenly.

The guard saw a sharp, blood-stained iron gun head protruding from his body. He was taken aback for a moment, and a question mark appeared in his mind: "Where did this iron gun come from...it looks familiar..."

Immediately.

A heart-piercing pain suddenly hit the guard's brain, and the strength in his body was draining outward at a rapid speed. His hands could not help but let go, and the villager who was about to die gulped. Breathing desperately.

Throw it in.

The guard fell to the ground. Before he died, his last move was to turn his head and take a look.

The stunned villager before was holding the iron gun he picked up from the ground with both hands, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, full of fear, and his body was still shaking.

"...Bitch...Bitch..."

The guard stopped breathing and lay on the ground until the last moment of his death. He still couldn't believe that he was actually killed by a bastard.

"Beautiful Tulu!"

The villager who was almost strangled to death sat up from the ground, breathed heavily, and cast an appreciative look at Tulu who was trembling all over, as if he had lost his soul.

"...I, I, I..."

Tulu let go of his grip on the iron gun, took a step back, and looked down at his hands in disbelief, "I...I..." He couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"what……"

A howl sounded from the side.

Startled Tulu, he looked subconsciously and saw a guard with a distorted face and a bloodthirsty and crazy smile. With the iron gun in his hand, he stabbed a villager not far away. Immediately, the guard suddenly kicked up and kicked the villager hard, and the iron gun in his hand drew.

A stream of blood spurted out.

The guard didn't dodge, and stood where he was, letting the blood splash on his face. Not only that, this guy also stretched out his finger, dipped a little blood on his face, put it in his mouth and licked it, with a ferocious smile on his face .

Seeing this scene, Tulu took a quick step back in fright, bumping into the villager who just got up from the ground.

"What are you afraid of! Coward!"

The villager pushed Tulu hard, and shouted frantically: "Kill! Kill! Either he dies, or we die!" He suddenly pulled out the iron gun from the dead guard, and rushed towards the guard!
The villagers led by Tashi and Lang Mu fought hand-to-hand with the guards!

Facing the strong and armed guards, some villagers are unarmed and can only resist with their flesh and blood, while some villagers fight with mining pickaxes.

Blood splattered.

Howling constantly.

Every minute, someone fell to the ground, either a guard or a villager.

dusty.

Some guards were robbed of their iron guns, and were attacked by three or four villagers together. The two sides were wrestling and fell to the ground.

The guards are superior in individual combat ability, but the villagers are superior in numbers. Three or four villagers fight against a guard together. Once they fight close to each other, the guard's long spear will be useless. They can only discard the iron gun and scuffle with the villagers. Together.

At this time, the large number of villagers played a role.

After all, although these guards are strong and strong, they are hard to beat with two fists. They are not practitioners, they just have the advantage of good physical fitness, but after this advantage is made up by the villagers, who will win the battle next? Not necessarily!

But the guards firmly believed that they would definitely win and slaughter all these untouchables.

the reason is simple.

Because they have two "masters" here.

Killing these untouchables is just a matter of time.

But those guards who were caught in the frantic fight didn't know that the moment the battle started, the two "masters" they relied on fell into despair!

The moment the battle begins.

Langtian and Ditian both chose to attack Tashi and Langmu at the same time.

They naturally understand the principle of capturing the thief first.

The two jumped off the horse, and the moment they landed, a ghostly figure appeared in front of them.

The clothes this person is wearing are strange and colorful.

Langtian and Ditian were taken aback, took a step back, looked at this person who appeared suddenly, and quickly recalled in their minds whether they had seen this person in the division's gate before.

But within the Heitian sect, there are tens of thousands of disciples. Although the outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples and true disciples all live in the sect, the living environment is different.

Outer disciples can occasionally meet inner disciples, but it is very difficult to meet true disciples, so it is impossible for outer disciples to know every inner disciple—except for those who are famous.

"Hello, brother."

Langtian and Ditian didn't think about it, why they were here, they suddenly saw an inner disciple, they didn't think about it at all, someone would pretend to be an inner disciple of the Heitian sect.

Of course, Liu Xiaotong didn't intend to impersonate.

Rather, the mark used by the Heitian sect to distinguish the identity of the disciples is the color of the clothes they wear.

Simple and clear at a glance.

Langtian and Ditian bowed their hands to Liu Xiaotong.

Liu Xiaotong frowned slightly, but said nothing.

As everyone knows, his indifferent demeanor is exactly in line with the attitude of inner disciples towards outer disciples in the Heitian sect.

If Liu Xiaotong smiled or was polite, then Ditian and Langtian would be able to see the flaw immediately.

"May I ask your brother's name?"

Ditian recovered from his astonishment, and asked cautiously, "Why did you appear in this village of Hebron..." His heart suddenly trembled, and an idea popped up in his mind.

Could it be that the witch doctor was killed by this brother?

In the Heitian Sect, although there are regulations that strictly prohibit the killing of fellow disciples, the regulations belong to the regulations. The real situation is that if an outer disciple is killed by an inner disciple or a true disciple, as long as there is a reason for the incident and the past can be explained, then the killing At most, the inner disciples received some punishment.

If it was a true disciple who killed an outer disciple, there would be no punishment.

The disciples of the outer sects are all below the fifth level of Qi Refining Realm. Practitioners of this kind of cultivation can be picked up by any sect, and it is very natural that they have no status in the sect.

When Lang Tian heard Di Tian's words, he stopped abruptly after speaking halfway. He also thought of this possibility in an instant, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in fright.

"...Could it be this senior brother who found something here? That's why he hid here to practice, but the witch doctor accidentally ran across it, so he was killed by this senior brother?"

When Lang Tian thought of this, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back.

Liu Xiaotong frowned, but felt a little strange in his heart. Could it be that these two people really regard themselves as their seniors?
He didn't bother to pay attention to so much, and looked at the villagers who were fighting desperately with the guards. In just a few minutes, dozens of corpses appeared on the ground, including villagers and guards. Dust filled the air, howls and roars intertwined.

No one noticed that at the edge of the battle, Liu Xiaotong, Langtian, and Ditian just stood there without moving.

Langtian and Ditian didn't dare to move.

However, Liu Xiaotong followed Zhao Yifan's order. If the practitioner joined the battle, he would attack the practitioner. Langtian and Ditian didn't dare to move and stood there obediently. Naturally, Liu Xiaotong would not take the initiative to attack.

On one side was blood splattering, a life-and-death fight that might cause death at any time, while on the other side, the three of them stood there quietly.

The scene looked a little weird.

(End of this chapter)