Weird fairy

Chapter 192 Soldiers
As Li Huowang drew his sword, a strong murderous aura filled the entire Juyi Hall, making everyone present feel as if they were in the center of the battlefield.

The sounds of drawing knives continued, and bandits with various weapons from all directions charged forward with difficulty and with murderous intent.

However, some of the bandits couldn't hold on any longer, and the fear in their eyes grew deeper and deeper.

When the sword was inserted back again, the surroundings quickly calmed down.

At this time, the laughter of the bandit leader also disappeared, and the three drinking and eating meat raised their chins and stared at Li Huowang motionlessly.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, the bald man sitting upright picked up a fried peanut and stuffed it into his mouth.

A smiling broad-faced bandit immediately flashed out from the side to smooth things over.

"This real person, don't worry, what's the matter, let's discuss it, it's fate to meet you, let's sit down and have a drink together."

Li Huowang was not stage fright, so he went over and sat down, picked up the meat they had eaten and ate it.

The round-faced man hunched over to smooth things over, stayed beside Li Huowang, waiting carefully like a buddy.

He took out a paper fan with landscape paintings from his arms, fanned Li Huowang lightly, and then closed the fan, pointing at a bald man sitting at the front table of the Eight Immortals Table.

"This is our master, Da Jinlong."

"This is our second in charge, Xiashanhu." The bandit in a tiger-skin coat snorted coldly.

After saying this, it was over, and the last person was not introduced.

The last man on the table with a gloomy expression picked up the sea bowl and took a big swig.

He is very distinctive, except that he looks equally fierce, and there is a tattoo of the word "prison" on his forehead on the left side.

No matter who these three people are, their skeletons are huge, much larger than the others.

Immediately afterwards, the round-faced man tapped his nose with a fan. "Here in Xialiuxiang, he is a calligraphy craftsman in the village, and he has met a real person."

"Is the troupe still there? How many people died?" Li Huowang asked directly.

The man in the tiger-skin gown beside him wanted to say something irritablely, but he was suppressed by Da Jinlong's eyes.

As he waved his hand, after a while, several unkempt people were brought out. These people were Lu Jiaban who had not been seen for a long time.

Seeing Li Huowang sitting with the bandit leaders, Lu Zhuangyuan immediately knelt down and kowtowed in an extremely miserable voice.

"My little Daoist! Help me, my little Daoist!!"

Using the tip of his tongue to shave the shreds of meat between his teeth, Li Huowang swept across the faces of the bandits one by one, then stood up and prepared to walk out of the cave.

Lu Zhuangyuan burst into tears of joy, and hurriedly dragged his beaten son to follow.

"Wait~ Did I tell you to go?"

As soon as these arrogant words came out, the bandits around immediately blocked Li Huowang's way.

When Li Huowang turned around, he found that the person who spoke was not the so-called Da Jinlong, but the gloomy man with the word prison on his forehead.

He knocked on the table with his thick knuckles, "Come on, keep drinking, let the theater troupe go first, what does Siqiyou's family have to do with you?"

"Four Qi Right Family?"

Seeing that Li Huowang was confused, the man smiled, knocked a edamame and took another sip of wine.

"Stop pretending, your sword belongs to You Zixiong, right? He gave you this sword for no reason?"

Seeing the man looking at the sword behind him, Li Huowang began to recall something at this moment. It seemed that there were many other things on the sword.

After looking at the faces of these three people for a while, Li Huowang noticed something was wrong.

Although it seems that the bandits in this village are the so-called masters.But this person spoke so loudly that he didn't give the other party any face.

"Who are you? The third head of the village?"

"Third master of shit! My fucking name is Wang Deqiu!"

The man suddenly jumped up, and directly hit Li Huowang's heart with his palm, knocking him flying.

This force was so great that it almost knocked Li Huowang away.

Gao Zhijian, who was tall and tall, rushed up quickly, and firmly caught Li Huowang with his broad hands.

Covering his painful chest with his hands, Li Huowang suddenly burst into anger, drew his sword and rushed towards the man.

Wang Deqiu stood there with a surprised expression, looked at Li Huowang who was rushing towards him, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: "This person has eaten my palm, and his heart is still not broken? There is some way."

"It's his grandma's! Be this grandson!" Da Jinlong kicked the Eight Immortals table flying, and then took out a mace and rushed forward.

With this move, the surroundings were completely chaotic, and all the bandits rushed up one after another.

It seems that there is a big disparity in strength between the two sides, and Li Huowang's side is doomed to be defeated, but in reality, this is not the case.

Gao Zhijian let out an angry roar, swung the stick in his hand vigorously, and directly lifted the three of them into the air.

Just as the two bandits with daggers were about to go around, a pair of hands with black nails inserted into their necks.

Several bandits standing in the distance had just raised their crossbow arrows, when Chun Xiaoman opened "Daqianlu" with a clatter, and directly raised his sword to cut off the nails and flesh of his two fingers.

Accompanied by Chun Xiaoman's screams, her nails flew up, and everyone separated from her and the bandits holding longbows.

Li Huowang ignored the back, all his attention was focused on the three people in front of him, these three people were the core of the whole bandit den.

"Clang!" Xia Shanhu's huge big ring knife collided heavily with the long sword in Li Huowang's hand, pushing Li Huowang back several steps with great force.

But that was the end of it, with the sound of stabbing, the sharp blade in Li Huowang's hand easily cut off Xiashanhu's Dahuandao, and slashed straight at his face.

"Second brother!" Da Jinlong roared angrily and just rushed up to rescue his brother, Wang Deqiu rushed up first.

He held a black long straight knife in his hand, and slashed at Li Huowang's hand holding the sword with an afterimage.

"铛~!" Accompanied by the crisp metal impact, a gap popped out of the straight blade.

Li Huowang retreated and shifted the attack target.

The skill of these three people is obviously higher than that of Li Huowang, but their short board is also fatal, that is, their weapons, and they all fell into Li Huowang's hands in a few strokes.

In this regard, the three of them began to restrain them one after another, and did not dare to fight against Li Huowang.

When the pressure subsided, a woman with a red hijab came over to make a rescue.

"Boom boom boom!! As soon as the whip hits the drum, it rings, and as soon as the drum rings, please the gods. To invite the gods, you must press the inner fairy first, three levels of wolf masters and three levels of hurdles."

The red hijab raised three wolf heads quickly, and bit the big golden dragon's neck fiercely. The other party roared angrily and held up the mace, and slammed the wolf head under the red hijab hard.

The wolf's head was quickly crushed, but quickly condensed again, biting it hard again, biting out the bones of the big golden dragon, and the blood sprayed out made the red hijab even redder.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Huowang cut off the head of the second master, and looked at Wang Deqiu with the bloody sword.

"It is said that there are rules in the green forest, but I found out that they are all bullshit. The rules are the sword in your hand!"

Facing this desperate situation, Wang Deqiu smiled. "There are rules, but the rules also depend on the person. Hou Shu people don't follow the rules of the You family in Siqi."

"What do you mean?"

"Siqiyou's family is a military strategist. How many Houshu people have they killed? Do you really think we can let you pass by so swaggeringly?"

"Heh, when did bandits talk about national friendship? If you really want to talk about this, why did you rebel in the first place?"

Faced with Li Huowang's contempt, Wang Deqiu smiled and said nothing.

Li Huowang looked at his smiling face, his expression gradually turned cold, and he suddenly wanted to understand the identity of the other party.

"Wait, you are not bandits! You are soldiers!"

"Hehe, bandits and soldiers, is it necessary to distinguish them so clearly? Aren't they all about murderers?"

(End of this chapter)