The Goddess's Super Son-in-Law

The people in the square were stunned and looked around.

Lin Yang's face was slightly condensed, staring at the sky.

"grown ups!"

Yu Bihong walked over quickly, called out in a low voice, with vigilance written all over her face.

"Play by ear and find a way to leave."

Lin Yang said hoarsely.

At the same time, many townspeople ran towards this place, especially towards the entrance of the village, a group of bloody and distressed villagers rushed over.

"Ajian?"

When Zheng Meng saw this group of people, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Brother Zheng! Something has happened! Someone surrounded our town and even occupied the entrance of the town. Our people wanted to reason with them, but they killed them instead!"

A man named Ah Jian was full of crying.

"What?"

Zheng Meng couldn't believe it.

Everyone in the square showed a shocked expression.

"Our town has never provoked anyone. For no reason, why would someone block our town? And kill without explanation?"

"Could it be robbery?"

"Are you crazy? The robbers will come here?"

"Who are those people?"

The people in the town couldn't understand it.

"Stop talking nonsense, gather everyone together, no matter who it is, I don't think I will dare to act rashly in front of the power of a town!"

Zheng Meng drank in a low voice.

"yes!"

The others nodded and immediately sent a signal for assembly.

People from the whole town began to gather in the square.

But at this moment, a large number of figures flew towards this place and landed around the square.

These people are all wearing white-edged black-striped sword uniforms, holding sabers, and showing a murderous look.

There are not many of them, but everyone's vigor is brutal and terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, a circle of people stood around the square.

At the same time, a group of people quickly walked over from the entrance of the town.

These people were all riding tall medicine horses, with expressionless and gloomy expressions.

Especially the leader, who wore a cloak made of feathers, and a long sword hung on the left and right waists, his eyes were like water, cold and cold.

"Sword Edge Sea?"

Zheng Meng's breath trembled, his face was extremely pale, and he stared blankly at the man in the feather cloak: "You are... Gui Jiansheng?"

"It's a bit sharp!"

Gui Jiansheng came on horseback, stared at Zheng Meng condescendingly, and said: "I heard that your town is using my name to bluff recently? Is this the case?"

When the people in the town heard this, they were all terrified.

Now the truth is revealed, everyone knows that that guy forged his candidacy and pretended to be a Martial God candidate, and there was no such thing as defeating Gui Jiansheng.

But Gui Jiansheng came to settle accounts at this juncture.

How should this account be calculated?

"Young Master! Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Zheng Meng squeezed out a smile and wanted to step forward to explain, but the next second.

clang!

A man on a horse beside Gui Jiansheng suddenly drew his sword and swung it at Zheng Meng.

The sword light flashed.

Zheng Meng was stunned for a moment, then looked sideways, only to see that his right arm was missing, and blood spurted wildly.

"ah!"

The pain just hit.

He clutched his arms and backed away again and again, screaming again and again, and his face was extremely pale.

"Brother Zheng!"

The people behind rushed forward with a mournful cry and helped Zheng Meng.

But more people have been stunned by this sword.

Zheng Meng is considered a first-class master in the small town.

However, those who faced Jian Fenghai didn't even have the power to fight back!

This is the master of Jianfenghai?

terrible!

As the first successor of Jianfenghai, what kind of means should Gui Jiansheng use?

People's scalps were numb and trembling, and they were completely frightened and overwhelmed.

"What about the person who claimed to have defeated me and won my candidacy for the Valkyrie?"

Gui Jiansheng gently supported the hilt of the sharp sword at his waist with one hand, while making a nonchalant sound.