Datang: Signed in for Seven Years and Was Exposed by Empress Changsun

He just felt that he was going to be blown up now, and the huge anger made his sanity a little unclear.

The leader of the masked man sneered.

With a clang, the knife at his waist was pulled out, and at the same time he slashed down.

Fan Xingjing's outstretched right hand was cut off immediately, and fell to the ground, spurting out a long column of blood.

"Ah ah ah..."

A miserable voice came from Fan Xingjing's mouth, and his face became grim due to the pain.

Fan Yang Lu's clan soldiers finally reacted, they flew into a rage, and killed the masked man.

The surrounding people screamed and scattered, looking at the scene with horror on their faces.

"kill!"

The leader of the masked man shouted loudly.

The masked man who was still on the horse rode his horse to kill Fan Yang Lu's soldiers.

Killing, start here!

Chapter 063 Puff puff puff, I can't cut carrots so fast

Just like that, the killing broke out.

Just because Fan Xingjing was standing in the middle of the road, and the masked man in black scolded him.

Ever since, the seemingly absurd misunderstanding led to a tragic murder.

One hundred horse thieves and three hundred Fan Yang Lu clan soldiers collided together.

Although Fan Yang Lu's number is at a great advantage.

But the masked men were all on horseback, and their combat power increased by several percent.

More importantly, the weapons of the [-] members of the Fan Yang Lu clan are all weapons.

The aristocratic family can acquiesce in guards like clan soldiers, but they are not allowed to walk on the street with murder weapons.

Their weapons are long sticks.

Fighting with long sticks and real knives, this is another battle that is greatly reduced.

The leader of the masked man didn't even bother to mount a horse, so he raised a sharp long knife and killed Fan Yang Lu's clan soldiers.

The two sides quickly rushed together.

Puff puff......

Blood flowers bloom and fly around.

The long knife of the masked man sliced ​​through Fan Yang Lu's clan soldiers, just like cutting a carrot.

People kept screaming, people fell in a pool of blood, and lives were lost.

These clan soldiers of Fan Yang Lu's family are direct descendants, and each of them is a warrior who has been trained for a long time.

Compared with ordinary regular soldiers, they are only strong but not weak.

however.

The Masked Man is even stronger.

And these clan soldiers of the Fan Yang Lu clan had no weapons.

It only took a moment for the two sides to fight, and Fan Yang and Lu's side were at a disadvantage.

Even if the number is in an advantageous position, they are still being killed and retreating steadily.

Fan Xingjing on the side clutched his severed hand, the pain caused beads of sweat the size of a bean to secrete from his forehead.

However, he forgot to wipe off his sweat, and stared at the battlefield in disbelief. The pain in his heart seemed to be worse than a severed hand.

Seeing the loss of each of the direct descendants, Fan Xingjing's heart throbbed with pain.

These are the hopes of their clan, and they are soldiers who protect the clan and comfort them.

Unexpectedly, he was slaughtered like this...

"Stop, stop, strong men please stop."

"This time the old man was wrong, please hold your hands high and don't kill me again."

"The soldiers of the Lu family, flee, flee, flee back to the family, don't fight any more!"

Fan Xingjing yelled in horror.

There were originally [-] clan soldiers, but now there are only about [-] left.

In just a short time, half of the clan soldiers died.

Among the one hundred and fifty people alive, more than fifty were injured.

terror!

These masked men are horrible.