From the Valley of the Wicked to the Town of Demons

"Haha, the Sajia has been looking for you for a long time, come and pick up a shovel, let's have a good fight."

There was loud shouting outside, if it wasn't Monk Liaoxuan, who could it be.

"You bald donkey, you don't know how to live or die, brothers, take it down for me."

A man with a knife rushed out, it was the third bandit who was scared off by Chu Zijing before, but now, the third bandit was in his own village, but he had gained confidence.

The two didn't agree with each other, and immediately started fighting. The subduing demon shovel opened and closed, and the wide-backed steel knife was flying up and down.

The others didn't look at it either, almost all the gangsters came out of the water village, and there were also strong fighters on the side of the rivers and lakes.

"Why are these people here?"

Lin Xiaochuan and the other three were standing in front of the window on the second floor, looking at the group of people who were fighting, they couldn't help being slightly stunned. You must know that this water village is extremely hidden, and it is not easy to find it, otherwise the group of Jianghu people would not be in the mountains After wandering around for a long time, there was no trace of the bandits.

"Let's not worry about this, let's hide it and see the situation."

Yi Xing reminded that the three of them were single and weak, and the two sides were fighting fiercely, but it was difficult for them to participate, so they just hid and watched the excitement.

"Hehe, you bandits, your martial arts are poor, and you're not very good."

Monk Liaoxuan hit the third bandit heavily with a shovel, although the broad-backed sword blocked it, but the huge force was eaten by the third bandit directly, and he flew out and fell to the ground immediately.

After all, compared to strength, ordinary people really can't bear Monk Xuan's strange strength.

"You bald donkey, don't be rampant."

Hearing a loud shout, it was the big leader who was good at using intrigues and tricks. Seeing that his brother was being bullied, there was no reason to be patient, so he immediately rushed out with a knife in his hand.

"Haha, it's good to come, let the Sajia experience your brilliant tricks."

Monk Liaoxuan immediately went up to meet him, and took a photo with a shovel, as if he was preparing to have a face-to-face meeting, so that people would be turned into meat sauce.

The master was very skillful, how could he get hit so easily, he dodged immediately, and then swiped his knife across, and went straight to the back of Xuan's neck.

Liao Xuan had already expected that, neither dodging nor dodging, the subduing demon shovel was pulled back, and it directly collided with the steel knife, and there was a crisp sound, and the steel knife was directly bounced away.

At this time, Yao Xuan had already turned around, Jiang Mo shoveled off a head, and was about to poke straight at it, but the big master raised his hand casually, and a white cloud of smoke instantly fascinated Xuan's eyes.

"Lime powder, you scum, you actually use such a despicable move."

Monk Liaoxuan immediately felt his eyes stinging, tears could not stop streaming down, but the master smiled slightly, held up the knife, and chopped it off.

boom!
A pair of fleshy palms attacked, and the knife that the master had cut halfway had to be retracted again. He turned his head and saw a man with blood on his body, looking at him with angry eyes.

This is Chen Dong. The blood on his body is not his own, but the bandits'. In such a short time, he has already killed three bandits with only a pair of fleshy palms. His strength is evident.

Before the master could react, Chen Dong attacked with a set of punches. Although it was just a fist, it had internal strength attached, and one blow was enough to seriously injure him.

The head of the family is entangled with this Chen Dong. Over there, Monk Xuan has been protected by Taoist Yinxu. The lime powder cannot be washed with water, otherwise it will cause blindness. The monk washed out the lime powder.

"This wine is not bad. It's a pity to drink it in the eyes."

He slammed his mouth and sucked in the wine that flowed to his mouth, making a sound of "sucking, sucking".

"You smelly monk, what time is it, and you still want to drink."

Daoist Yinbeard reprimanded him while swallowing his saliva, this is good wine, he is usually reluctant to drink a couple of sips, now that this bald donkey punched his eyes, how can he not feel heartbroken.

"Hehe, wait until this matter is over, the Sa family treats you to a drink, good wine."

Monk Liaoxuan grinned happily, he could barely see things now, but his eyelids were red and swollen, and he could only open a crack, his vision was extremely blurred.

But in any case, the problem of self-protection is not a big one, and the number of quacks is smaller than that of bandits, so the situation of the battle is still not optimistic.

puff!
After piercing the chest of a bandit, He Saiyong drew out his long sword. He saw Butou Hong and Huo Yi not far away, and immediately shouted:
"The head catcher from the county government office is actually here. Sure enough, there is a nest of snakes and rats. The thieves are shouting to catch the thief. Don't go back to the county government office. Let's finish you here."

After finishing speaking, He Saiyong rushed over, both Hong Butou and Huo Yi were startled, and hurried into the village.

He Saiyong chased after him holding his sword, only to hear the sound of fighting coming from inside, and after a while, a figure flew upside down.

It was Jose Yong.

Not long after, eight men came out of the village, they were the eight guarding the alchemy furnace, their faces were full of murderous looks, they looked around, and their eyes fell on those people from the Jianghu.

"These eight people should have reached the peak of the seventh rank."

Yi Xing said lightly, his eyes became serious.