After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

The fish intestine sword spins and flies out. This is Xiang Xinbai's unique skill, which he taught to the three sisters Xiang Ci.

The best one is Xiang Ling, Xiang Wan is second, Xiang Ci thinks he is second but is actually third.

Even so, when Xiang Ci's fish intestine sword flew out in a circle, Brother Xiong and others were shocked.

Brother Xiong grabbed a refugee and stood in front of him. He slashed the opponent's body with the fish intestine sword, and then flew back to Xiang Ci's hand who was running towards them.

Xiang Ci held the fish intestine sword and rushed towards the first refugee.

She is also a brave person now, but she is not afraid of these bastards who want to kill innocent people.

If you are robbing food, you are robbing food. Who should you kill?

You always have to pay back if you go out to fool around. If you kill someone, you have to believe that others will kill you too.

Xiang Ci does not admit that she is a good person, but she is by no means a bad person. The only thing she thinks about is to be with her family and do her best to protect her family.

If these refugees don't kill, they will kill her Xiangjia Village one by one and harvest the lives of her family members.

In this case, it is better for her to take action here and kill the worst killings in the cradle.

Not only kill the bad guys, but also save these innocent and poor villagers.

Xiang Ci's eyes were sharp, his mouth was pursed tightly, and he moved quickly to let himself be the first to take action, but also to prevent himself from becoming a weakness.

Bastards, all die!

Xiang Ling followed closely behind and threw the fish intestine sword in his hand. When he turned back, he had already harvested a life.

Xiang Wan finally caught the opportunity, holding the fish intestine sword, followed the two of them excitedly, and rushed towards Brother Xiong and the others.

Brother Xiong was frightened by the Fish Gut Sword. When he saw the three people rushing towards him, he was surprised and happy: "Catch them."

He said grabbing them, but instead of rushing forward, he raised his butcher knife and slashed at the group of villagers who were still running.

The butcher's knife was sharpened and cut into the body of the cowardly villager, leaving a big gash. Blood dripped down into the mud like pillars, mixing with the filth, making it ugly and weird.

The injured villagers were unable to resist. They fell to the ground and held their heads while Brother Xiong continued to kill them.

Seeing this dazzling scene, other villagers screamed in horror and ran in confusion.

Someone stepped on his foot, and he knocked himself to the ground. Brother Xiong and the others, who were grinning and deliberately causing chaos, were sent directly to hell.

The adults shouted, the children cried, and the tragic scene of hell happened right in front of Xiang Ci's eyes.

Xiang Ci was furious, bastards, these inhumane bastards, they only want to be happy, they never respect life, they can even kill children.

In the chaotic crowd, a mother threw her child out, hugged the refugee, and shouted to the stunned child: "Run quickly."

The frightened child of four or five years old saw the blood flying in the sky and his mother being hacked to death. He didn't know how to run. He just sat in the mud blankly, not even crying.

The mother fell in the mud, still reaching out to her child, with worried eyes urging him to run away.

But it's too late, Brother Xiong's butcher's knife has arrived.

He has always adhered to the principle that the sword will not be sheathed until there is blood. If the sword sees blood, then the sword will see blood.

Xiang Ci was finally a step late, and when he arrived, the child was already lying in a pool of blood.

His big head, thin body twitching, and his face full of terror, all told her of his fear.

"brute!"

With red eyes, Xiang Ci leaned closer to Brother Xiong. Every time he stabbed out the dagger in his hand, he aimed at Brother Xiong's critical point. He was sure to hit him in one hit and would never play tricks on him to allow him time to kill people randomly.

Brother Xiong looked at the grumpy little beauty in front of him and smiled without anger: "Oh, the little beauty has such a fierce temper. I like it. Come here, come here..."

puff!

The sound of the dagger piercing the body stunned Brother Xiong.

He was actually stabbed!

This realization made his coolness disappear. With a ferocious expression on his face, he grabbed Xiang Ci's wrist and threw Xiang Ci out.

Xiang Ci fell heavily on the rock and spit out a mouthful of blood.

it hurts!

Xiang Ci was in pain and heartache. Every breath he took made his chest feel like there were thousands of thorns piercing it.

Ahhhh, although death is always painful no matter what in the nightmare, it has never been as painful as it is now.

Sure enough, a dream is still a dream and cannot be compared with reality.

Brother Xiong looked at the small stab wound on his chest, frowning angrily, stepping on the mud splashing everywhere like an iron tower, and walked towards Xiang Ci.

Every heavy step was like stepping on Xiang Ci's chest, leaving no chance of survival.

Xiang Ci looked at Brother Xiong who was rushing towards him with a ferocious face. He gritted his teeth and sat up. He held the dagger tightly in one hand and put the other hand in his mouth. He drank the spiritual spring water to repair himself. He endured the pain and stared at Brother Xiong firmly.

The blood stains at the corner of his mouth were still there, but Xiang Ci had already repaired himself, giving Brother Xiong the illusion of weakness.

Brother Xiong rushed to Xiang Ci and reached out to catch her. The coldness in his eyes was clearly visible, he was so proud and arrogant that he wanted to kill Xiang Ci.

Xiang Ci remained still, and when the opponent was about to catch him, he suddenly swung the fish intestine sword, slashed hard at Brother Xiong's stretched out wrist, and cut off his wrist.

Another knife cut off his hand tendon.

Brother Xiong's face was frightened, his eyes widened, staring at Xiang Ci in disbelief.

Xiang Ci, who was sitting, took advantage of Brother Xiong's shock and daze to stab the dagger he had withdrawn into Brother Xiong's neck.

Brother Xiong reacted faster this time, holding Xiang Ci's dagger in his neck, grabbing Xiang Ci's neck with one hand and lifting her up.

With his feet off the ground, Xiang Ci opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened. The hand holding the dagger loosened due to the opponent's strong strength. Instead, he grabbed Brother Xiong's iron-like arms with both hands, slapped him, and kicked him.

Because of the lack of itching, Xiang Ci was kicking his feet around, his eyes were bloodshot, and the red blood streaks were clearly visible.

How can she save herself now?

Xiang Wan got rid of a refugee, glanced at Xiang Ci's situation, ran over, jumped up, and stabbed Brother Xiong's neck with the dagger in his hand.

The other side of Brother Xiong's neck was holding Xiang Ci's dagger. This side of his neck was stabbed by Xiang Wan. He could no longer hold Xiang Wan's dagger.

As a result, the dagger stabbed into Brother Xiong's neck unobstructed.

As long as the dagger is not pulled out, the blood will not flow and the person will not die immediately.

Especially the dying beasts, their explosive power is even stronger.

Brother Xiong lifted Xiang Porcelain and smashed it at Xiang Wan, as if it was as heavy as a stone. If it hit Xiang Wan, both of them would be seriously injured even if they were not killed.

At the critical moment, Xiang Ling came over with a sliding shovel and kicked Brother Xiong on the knee.

Brother Xiong, who was originally hitting him backwards, fell sideways. Xiang Ci hit Brother Xiong and avoided Xiang Wan.

Xiang Wan didn't stop. When Brother Xiong fell to the ground, he pounced on him, grabbed the dagger clamped around Brother Xiong's neck, stabbed it in hard again, and then cut him crosswise.

Brother Xiong, who was as strong as an iron tower, twitched a few times, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in silence.

Blood gushed out, soaking the muddy ground and dyeing their clothes red.

Only now did Xiang Wan understand why Xiang Ling liked to make a cross cut when killing people.

Because this way the opponent will die faster and more completely!

Brother Xiong died, but the refugees did not disperse.