Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The people from Beimo joined forces to attack, which felt a bit difficult for many Jianghu people. Wave after wave, there was always a time when they were exhausted, and even some Jianghu people were besieged and killed by the Beimo people.

Gu Qingshan got off the white horse and offered help one after another, but it was of no avail. He couldn't save everyone, but if he could, he wouldn't hold back anyone.

The silver gun was covered with blood, and under the refraction of the scorching sun, it emitted bursts of blood.

Su Tan panted heavily, and she felt a little bit strenuous. With her cultivation, it was already a bit strenuous to fight a bloody path, but now these Beimo people are shamelessly besieging her, making it even more difficult to deal with.

She raised her head and looked at the Beimo people who were besieging her in front of her. Her gaze was cold. She clenched the spear tightly in her hand and charged away.

"Drink." She snorted, and the spear swept away.

But it was just beheading a Beimo soldier, and when his strength was always exhausted, it was obvious that Su Tan was a little powerless to fight any more.

"kill!!"

Seeing this, several Beimo people besieged Su Tan.

Dozens of sabers were raised high and slashed at Su Tan.

She raised her head, raised her spear with both hands to block it, and the veins on her forehead were strangled. Under the siege of more than ten people, she became more and more difficult to resist, and now she has fallen into a passive position.

Su Tan is a little dissatisfied, why is she a woman, are women in the world really inferior to men! ?

She doesn't believe it! !

"Get out!!!" Su Tan used all his strength to push his spear upwards, and the several long knives and spears were pushed up, and the hearts of those Beimo people were unstable.

But at this moment, the spears pierced through their chests and abdomens like swimming dragons, and fell down one by one. The spears swept away, and the spears made a hole in the abdomen of the Beimo people.

The screams continued, and those Beimo people fell to the ground, with flesh and blood visible on their abdomens.

"Om."

With the spear in his hand, Su Tan's body swayed, and the scene in front of him also became a little swaying.

The silver helmet fell off at some point, revealing her face, so beautiful, the black hair scattered like a waterfall in the underworld.

Another group of Beimo people attacked Su Tan.

However, Su Tan was unable to fight anymore.

In the chaotic battlefield, Gu Qingshan looked sideways and saw Su Tan who was holding a gun and his body was shaking slightly. Isn't this the woman who came with Zhang Ming yesterday.

Gu Qingshan was stunned for a moment, but he also saw the besieged people from Beimo.

Gu Qingshan exclaimed: "Be careful!"

But now he is far away from Su Tan, and he can't catch up.

Su Tan raised his spear and looked at the besieging Beimo people, but he didn't even have the strength to swing his spear, so he could only watch helplessly.

"Ah!!" She roared, but unfortunately, she had no energy left.

But at this moment, blue hair twitched in Su Tan's ears.

But she saw a long sword passing by her side and appeared in front of her eyes.

"Zheng!!"

The flying sword turned into a stream of light, passing between the necks of Beimo soldiers one after another.

The North Desert soldiers in front of Su Tan had their throats cut, the weapons in their hands fell off, and they fell down one after another clutching their necks, and they couldn't even utter a scream.

A hand wrapped around her waist, Su Tan fell into his arms, and looked up.

Zhang Ming raised his hand, and the Jiuzi sword flew back and hung beside him.

He looked down at Su Tan, and asked softly, "Why are you here alone?"

Su Tan was unable to answer, lying in Zhang Ming's arms and slowly closing his eyes.

Gu Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief seeing this scene.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming arrived in time, otherwise, he would not have known that Zhang Ming should have explained to Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming looked at Su Tan, but saw several stab wounds on her body, and blood was flowing.

He picked up Su Tan, and Xiao Qi jumped out of Zhang Ming's arms and jumped onto Su Tan, licking her face.

Zhang Ming raised his head and looked at the Beimo soldiers in front of him, his eyes were a little cold.

Gu Qingshan in the distance felt the chill on Zhang Ming's body, and looked at those Beimo soldiers.

Gu Qingshan's throat rolled, silently feeling sad for them.

Chapter 307: Even tenderness is also killing

The roaring and screaming in the city never stopped, and people died every time they swung their knives. In this scuffle, Liangzhou had already gained the upper hand under the help of the Jianghu people.

It is easy to defend the city and difficult to attack the city. It is inevitable that the city can be recovered. Now it is just how to reduce casualties.

The soldiers of Liangzhou swayed their blood and sweat, cut off several heads with the dangling saber, violated our country and slaughtered our people, this revenge should be repaid tenfold.

Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and he glanced at the wine sword hanging beside him.

He was silent for a moment, bent down and put the woman in silver armor in his arms on the ground.

"Meow." Xiaoqi raised his head and took a look.

Immediately afterwards, it jumped off Su Tan's body and lay down on the side.

Su Tan closed his eyes and leaned on Xiao Qi's body.

But he saw Zhang Ming sitting cross-legged, his hands raised and lowered slightly, but only a long piano appeared under his hands.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes lightly, looking at the Beimo people rushing ahead.

Turning his wrist and raising his hand, a jade sword appeared, standing beside him like the wine sword hanging beside him.

When I looked up, I saw that his eyes had changed.

Cold, without any emotion.

"Go." He slightly raised his hand and said softly.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!"

Jiu Zijian Yu Yu Ruyi turned into two beams of light and poured into the crowd.

The sword qi was invisible, slashing across the necks of Beimo people one after another, only to hear screams, and the surrounding Beimo people didn't even understand what happened, and their companions fell down.

The two flying swords are like two fishes swimming in the water, flexible and powerful, they harvested one person's life in a daze.

Back then, the ancestor of the Su family could control more than forty flying swords, guarding the frontier without defeat for decades, with one enemy against many, perhaps this is also the real horror of the sword control technique, with one turning many, in this battlefield Killing people above is really as simple as killing chickens.

Gu Qingshan in the distance looked at this scene, his expression paused, and after recovering, he rushed forward to kill the enemy.

Ten, hundreds...

In just a moment, the two flying swords were stained red with blood, and it was unknown how many people had been beheaded. Zhang Ming didn't count, and he didn't have the leisure to count.

Chu Hang saw the two flying swords passing through the Beimo people, and saw the Beimo people who fell down without even screaming.

Chu Hang couldn't help swallowing, and sighed: "Mother, this flying sword..."

This skill of controlling the sword is too fierce!

After searching, Chu Hang finally saw Zhang Ming who was sitting in the crowd and stroking the long piano, but he didn't care about it.

When Chu Hang came back to his senses, he couldn't help sighing: "Hiss, the shopkeeper is indeed the shopkeeper."

Li Qingfeng killed several Beimo soldiers, looked back, and saw the flying sword walking through the crowd, beheading a Beimo man in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the familiar long sword, Li Qingfeng paused slightly, and murmured: "He's here."

But Li Qingfeng just glanced at it, and then came back to his senses.

With just two flying swords, the form suddenly reversed.

It was the besieged Jianghu people who appeared two flying swords from nowhere at the critical moment, and they solved the immediate crisis in just a moment, and took away several heads along the way.

"Flying sword?"

The man stood up clutching his chest, seeing that the Beimo people who had besieged him just now had finally lost their breath, he froze for a moment, looked at the two flying swords that had left, and wondered who saved him.

"Shu!" "Shu!"

The sword energy overflowed, and the two flying swords kept harvesting the heads of the Beimo people, taking away several Beimo soldiers without passing through one place, and gradually the two flying swords also turned into two blood-red long swords, I can no longer tell the difference.

But at this moment, Zhang Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, frowned and let out a doubt.

Two flying swords stopped in front of a Liangzhou soldier who had just been rescued, but he saw a sergeant in silver armor with a saber in his hand. When he saw the flying sword, the soldier lowered his head.

Zhang Ming looked around and saw the soldier, he frowned slightly and asked, "Leihu?"

Lei Hu felt the gaze coming from him, he recovered his senses and turned his head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes met, and Lei Hu's lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But he didn't say a word, he lifted the long knife and threw down the two flying swords in front of him and rushed into the army formation.

"kill!"

Lei Hu held the long saber tightly, and he kept slashing and killing the Beimo soldiers in front of him.

Every time he killed one, he silently recited the numbers in his heart, those people who had died, he wanted to find them one by one from these Beimo people.

Just like that ten years ago, he was red-eyed.

But now, it's not the same as it used to be, the technique of body training can't be counted if the internal strength is lost, the momentum is still there but lost the original strength.

With brute force alone, he beheaded dozens of Beimo soldiers, but he was already a little weak, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and there were already two more knife wounds on his back and shoulders.

eye for eye!

People who died more than ten years ago will not die in vain, he will pay them back one by one until they are all killed.

Zhang Ming was silent for a moment, and when he raised his hand, the two flying swords separated, the Jiuzi sword continued to harvest in the Beimo army formation, and Yu Ruyi followed behind Leihu.

"It would be a pity if such a good mistress died." Zhang Ming muttered.

He lowered his head and looked at the long piano in front of him.

Su Tan was lying beside Changqin, with his head resting on Xiao Qi's body. After several days of traveling and fighting, Su Tan looked a little haggard now.

"It's a bit noisy." Zhang Ming let out a slight breath, and he stretched out his hands and put them on the long piano.

He closed his eyes and stroked the strings with both hands.

"Boom."

The crisp sound of the zither resounded in the battlefield, overshadowing the sound of fighting.

When the piano sounded, everything seemed to be quiet, and the overwhelming roar seemed to disappear into the wind and sand.

No wind and sand, no people, no screams, no blood.

Although the sound of the piano is beautiful, it also hides murderous intentions.

Agitate the strings and make waves.

Silently, the sound of the piano swayed past a Beimo soldier.

However, the Beimo man froze all over, and the next second his head fell to the ground, blood gushed out, and he lost his life without even making a scream.

"Boom, clank..."

Zhang Ming played the qin, the sound of the qin gradually faded away and reached everyone's ears.

Under the sound of the zither, the Liangzhou soldiers who lost their mind gradually regained consciousness under the sound of the zither, and the sound of the zither pulled him back from the brink of death.

The sound of the zither vibrated, and every time it rang, the heads of Beimo soldiers would fall to the ground.

The sound of the piano is music, and it is also a skill for killing people.

Among all kinds, a weak wind blew up, and the yellow sand floated up, blowing the robe of the predecessor of the Changqin, and the hair fluttered.

In this world, when a young master raised his hand and dropped it, a flying sword pierced through the air, and the sound of a piano sounded.

That is tenderness, but also killing.