Kuaishou: The host of calamity has meddled in the villain again

The plane is empty, so don't delve into it.

When the moon was dark and the wind was high, the man standing on the high wall was holding a machete, and the invisible liquid slipped from the knife. Wearing a black curtain, the breeze blows, and the clothes on his body are lifted by the wind, and a bright light is reflected from the sword, which flashes across the face.

"Mu Ying, if you kill my brother, today I will ask you to pay back with your life."

The middle-aged man's voice was loud and his face was full of resentment. He raised his long sword to fight the person standing on the high wall. The dozen or so people behind him were ready to go. the color of hatred.

The wind blows, and the person called Mu Ying doesn't move at all, just focusing on the big knife in his hand.

The scene was embarrassing for a while, the middle-aged man was impatient, raised his long sword, used his lightness kung fu, and rushed straight towards Mu Ying with a murderous aura, the sword aura was overwhelming, suddenly, the man who stood upright like a pine and cypress moved, and just raised his sword .

One wave, one flick.

With a 'bang', the sword broke in two, and the middle-aged man in Yu Lizhen retreated steadily and fell from the high wall.

"Mu Ying!" The middle-aged man threw away the broken sword, pointed at the person on the wall and cursed: "You will die badly. Come on, come on."

The people behind stepped forward one after another, carrying weapons and rushed up. They were good at winning with more than less, even if Mu Ying couldn't kill him today, they would exhaust his physical strength and severely injured him.

Reincarnation tactics are their usual method.

'Crackling', the round ball shot out liquid in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, and landed on the tiled roof, only a few 'crackling' were heard, it was a person's head, rolling directly Luo, before landing, Mu Ying swung his knife, and the corpse just caught the head, and it was complete again.

After several times, the heads were thrown in the air like Cuju, and finally landed perfectly at the feet of the middle-aged man. They were strung together with several swords like candied haws, and lined up in a neat row.

This sharp and vicious sword technique made them afraid to go forward. The middle-aged man raised his head and roared, picked up a sword, and rushed forward fiercely. Before he could go up, he was smashed by the oncoming corpse He fell straight to the ground.

With all four feet in the air, a martial arts practitioner being beaten like this is no different from being ashamed.

The people behind were scared and fearful, no one dared to step forward, the corpses and heads all over the ground looked a little weird, the man stepped forward step by step, they dragged the middle-aged man back, their eyes full of fear.

How is this method different from a murderer?

But the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground still did not give up. He jumped up, his eyes full of unwillingness and hatred.

Mu Ying slowly raised the knife and looked at them expressionlessly: "Okay, it's over."

He had seen enough of the play and didn't want to play it anymore.

There was endless contempt in his words, and he didn't pay attention to these people at all.

He dodged over, raised the knife and dropped the knife, the group of people stared wide-eyed, and died on the ground without even having time to say the last words.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the smell of blood filled the air. Mu Ying stepped forward, picked up the silver bags on them, and searched for all the money.

"Village Master, are you all dead?" Several people came out of the darkness with adoring expressions on their faces: "You are still the best."

The man wiping the knife snorted coldly:

"Don't call me such stupid things in the future. A group of short melon seeds, not as long as my knife, idiot, a dozen people can't spell 20 taels, poor ghosts. Next time, I will eunuch you all and live again Stew it and feed it to wild dogs."

The big knife was wiped clean, and he continued to swear: "Damn! &*&&, a group of poor devils, not enough to practice swords for me, come down the mountain in vain. The corpses on the ground are cleaned up, I *&&% ￥It's annoying to watch..."

His voice was deafeningly loud, but fortunately this street was uninhabited and desolate everywhere, and the sound of cursing and the dead bodies on the ground were somewhat inconsistent.

The few people who cleaned up the corpse looked at each other, pursed their lips, and immediately regained their composure from their admiring faces. They knew how the village owner could be so handsome. With such a broken mouth, ghosts would have to call out for the king.

But hat, also known as curtain fence, was originally a mustache outfit, men can wear it, quoted from "Book of Jin. Siyi Biography. Tuyuhun": "Men usually wear long skirts, hats or curtain fence..."