Vol 3 Chapter 918: Statue will not run

"... Haha, where's the beauty?"
In the squeak, a thin young man with a long sword across the waist and holding a whip stepped into the house. As soon as he entered, the pair of mice looked straight and narrow, staring at Lansha's delicate face with surprise. greedy. w-w--o-m.
It's no wonder that this young man's performance was so unbearable. Lansha's appearance and temperament are absolutely beautiful whether he is placed in Beihuang or Bran. It is not an exaggeration to say that from a certain point of view, Lansha is perfectly compatible with the beauty standards of the two countries-the delicate features of the Bran woman, coupled with the tall figure of the northern waste woman, such as picturesque porcelain.
What's more, the environment is currently closed to the farm. I've only seen my aunt, and I haven't seen many young people in the world, so I was shocked at first sight.
Lan Sha heard the story and looked up at the young man. It was roughly judged that this should be the Han Luo, that is, the son of the skinny old man, so he looked back and continued to pay attention to Tang En without paying attention. It's not that the youth's look was not noticed, but the gap between the two sides was too great, and even the angry and disgusted emotions were saved.
However, Bamutu saw his eyes look cold, and was about to wave and send this young man who didn't know how to live or die, but the thin old man on the side rushed forward with a trembling roar: "Niezi ... who let you enter this house, give me Get out! "
This young man, that is, Han Luo didn't care about his father's roar at all, or didn't hear it. He stared straight at Lansha, stepping forward, and then, "Oh ..." he exclaimed in a voice, but he was too involved , Stepped on the vegetable ball rolled out of the sack, thumped, and fell on his back.
One bone climbed from the ground. Han Luo didn't feel any pain. I just feel lost. He laughed a few times, grunted and slipped, then rubbed his palms and stepped forward again: "Oh, what's the name of a beauty, where did it come from? How did it appear in my house? Come, talk to your brother, talk about ... "
"Your family? You killed your elder brother, you you you ... you get me out!" Panting. The chest was undulating, and the skinny old man was flushed with anger when he heard his words, blocked his sight, and slammed his pipe on Han Luo's head.
I can't see Lansha, but I saw a pipe smashing. This Han Luo's response was rapid, he quickly retreated, and looked impatiently and swearing: "Old thing, you ..." It seemed to be aware of this smooth mouth A scold brought him in, and it was immediately a meal. Then saw the pipe hit again, hurriedly guarding his brain. A ray of fierce light flashed from his eyes, "I see that you have enough old things, and still do it with me? Get out of me!"
After getting a vacancy, he stretched out his hand and shoved, and the skinny old man suddenly backed away, shaking. When Lansha frowned, she quickly stepped forward and supported the skinny old man: "Master, are you okay?"
"Niezi ... Niezi ..." The skinny old man looked up at the sky, and the old tears crisscrossed. At this moment, he wanted to regret his pampering, and did not let the dead Hansen take good care of the impotent young boy.
He waved irritably, "You are so annoying, annoying, old things? Nizi, Nizi, brother is all right-let me talk to you now, and I will send you down to see him now!" Intimidated, looking at Lan Sand, the look of this Han Luo immediately changed, and smiled cheerfully again, "beauty, you haven't answered my question yet? But it doesn't matter, let me introduce myself first. My name is Han Luo, a gray-clad army. "Have you ever heard of the Grey Army? It's a team that helps our civilians. It has a good reputation, haha ​​..."
Xu wanted to show his own advantages. This Han Luo immediately introduced the good reputation of the gray clothing army. Of course, Shundai also introduced how he was valued in the Gray Army and how heroic he was in combat. Straight boasted that there was no one in the sky, and one underground was very numb.
Bamutu smiled when he saw this, and shook his head: "Hah, these superb villains are also in Bran." After that, I don't want to watch this farce go any further, and I will fan each other with my hand. But just then, stunned,
An unpleasant voice sounded out of thin air, "Did he it?"
"Uh ... woke up?" Lansha and Bamutu suddenly hesitated, looking subconsciously toward the steps next to them, where Tang En was still sitting, but his eyes were slightly closed and he didn't know when to open, black and white eyes, Deep in the distance, looking at the skinny old man, he repeatedly asked, "Do you think he should be damned?"
"Son ... it ..."
"Okay. Then walk over and kill him." Turning his hands out of the dagger, he passed it to the skinny old man, Tang En's expression was plain and casual.
"Kill ... kill him ... kill him ..." Looking at the black dagger with fixed eyes, the skinny old man murmured several times, and then grabbed the black dagger without the help of Lansha. , Standing strangely upright, looks extremely robust.
"Haha, it seems that your old thing is really weary and crooked. Or, it will complete you!" Seeing the thin old man holding a dagger step by step, Han Luo laughed and looked at Tang En fiercely, "Also You! Kill the old stuff and kill you next time! "
If it doesn't, you will reach for your knife. But the next moment, "Uh ... what, what happened? My hand ..." Han Luo frowned, only feeling that his hands seemed to be tied tightly by a rope, and he could not move. When I was shocked, I looked down and found that my neck had become extremely stiff, and then my body, waist, abdomen, legs and feet ... the whole body was up and down, except for the mouth and dripping panic eyes, there was no place under my control.
"Kill him ... kill him ..."
"Hey, hey! What are you trying to do with the old thing? Stop! Don't come over-I told you to stand still and hear it. Don't you dare to take another step and take another step, me, me ... I'm wrong! Father, I'm wrong Now ... I'm Han Luo, your only son--don't come, please don't come-- ''
Looking at the skinny old man getting closer, Han Luo was completely anxious. As he stared at his eyes and struggling, he shouted or roared or mourned. But no matter the content is threatening or intimidating, or pretending to be poor, or playing a family card, the skinny old man seems to be unheard of, murmured, and approached step by step with a dagger.
"This ..." Lansha looked inexplicably, blinked, and turned to look at Bamutu, "What is this power? Magic? Divine? Or something else?"
no respond. Bamutu frowned at Han Luo. Seems to be exploring something. But looking at the more and more frowns, I knew that this move was not smooth. In fact, it is exactly the same. In the perception and sight of Bamutu, there is no power fluctuation around Han Luo, including the ground under his feet. Looking down at Tang En sitting on the steps, he just watched quietly, his hands spread naturally over his knees, no trace of hands, including coercion on the spiritual level ...
What kind of power is this?
This is also a problem that Bamutu is thinking about. Just different from Lansha, he was embarrassed to ask ...
He is the strongest player in the Northern Wilderness! He is the only fierce man who can sacrifice multiple Warcrafts in Beihuang! In addition to Woodin, he is a peerless master who rarely meets rivals on the mainland! But right now, just as he didn't know what the boy was breaking through, he also doesn't know what kind of trick the boy used to trap people ...
It is true that there are so many martial arts in the world, and even with the experience and experience of Israel-Pamutu, it is impossible to know everything. But now this is not a question of martial arts moves, but a question of the strength system. If it's just trapped in the air, Bamutu knows several ways to do it. This is not unusual ...
As we all know, there are only a few types of power systems on the mainland of Nishizawa. Bran's vindictiveness and magic, wild sacrifices, and divine magic, at most, are counted as the set of deities of the Light Temple, and that is it.
But in either case, Bamutu failed to find a corresponding trace on Tang En. If you have to say something similar, it is something similar to the set of gods and shrines in the Temple of Light, well, just a little. The difference between the two is still very big. Although Bamutu does not fully understand the set of bright temples, he knows that the other party is based on the gift of gods. And now Tang En ...
Frowsing into mountains and rivers, Bamutu's eyes narrowed so much that he tried to perceive and think, only to have some speculation. The source of this Tang En's power seems to be the surrounding environment ... No, it's heaven and earth ... No, it's not right, he hasn't changed so much. To be precise, it should be the heaven and earth of a certain area! In this area, he seems to be able to use some power between heaven and earth for his own use ...
It is still the means by which the Blan Wu martial arts draws the fighting between the heavens and the earth ... Hesitantly, Bamutu still shook his head. He didn't feel that simple, at least it wasn't as simple as taking a grudge. Faintly, Bamutu feels that this kind of power can no longer be called power, but something beyond the upper level of power ... But what is it?
No one could answer this question of Bamutu, and he himself was a little afraid to think further down. Because it has broken him, and even the current cognition of the continent, and completely broke the thinking system.
Therefore, Bamutu was completely tangled ...
Relatively speaking, Lansha seemed very relaxed. She didn't care about Bamutu, who shook her head and frowned sometimes. The so-called insider watch the doorway, the layman looks lively. In Lansha's view, although Tang En is doing something magical at the moment, it is actually not that great.
After all, isn't it just dealing with a who can't get on the table? Regardless of Tang En and Ba Mutu, even Lan Sha, who is not good at martial arts, is also very confident. He can use no less than ten methods to simply overturn his opponent.
Of course, Han Luo didn't know how terrible this beautiful woman was. He didn't have time to think about it now either. Looking at his old father who was already in front of him, Han Luo in despair was a bit quick-headed, and changed his curse and begged, and turned to cry for help.
"Help—brothers, there are ... some villagers who don't know how to die, resist, come and save me--"
The people who came along should be aware of Han Luo's troubles in the village, so when he came to Zhuangwei and walked into this house, no one could find it uncomfortable to follow. Han Luo did not take the initiative to bring people over, after all, family ugliness should not be revealed. However, what he is doing now can be regarded as poisonous. For fear that his companion will not respond well, he will nourish his father and call him a villager who resists recklessly. This is undoubtedly the death of the thin old man!
It's a pity that his anxiousness came slowly. When he shouted, although the response and noise were ringing immediately outside the door, the skinny old man had now come to him and raised his dagger.
"Kill him ... kill him ..."
"Don't, don't, don't-put the knife down! If you don't hear me die, put down the knife! Otherwise, wait for my brother to come and chop you into meat sauce-don't kill me, I'm Han Luo, Han Luo Ah ah ah— "
It was terrible, bleak, and blood splattered. The dagger easily pierced into Han Luo's chest, completely immersed.
Immediately, Xu was because the hatred was too deep, and the skinny old man pressed the Han Luo with a dagger. A bang. The two fell to the ground.
Get up. Sitting on Han Luo, who was still miserable and still unable to move, the skinny old man raised his dagger again, his cloudy old eyes had no focus, "kill him ... kill him ..." Hey again, blood and water splashed again Straight, the two covered their faces.
Han Luo is not dead yet. Still screaming, but a little lack of gas.
Although the skinny old man has behaved abnormally from the beginning to the present, it seems that there is a force injected into his body from nothing, but after all, nothing has killed anyone. Although the two swords are right into Han Luo's body, they are not the key. Half a meeting can not afford Han Luo's life.
But this is not the end, just the beginning!
It seemed as if awakened by the blood, the skinny old man stopped and kept repeating his muttering words. The cloudy old eyes began to have focus, and the old palm holding the dagger began to tremble slightly. It seemed like I couldn't hold it anymore. But looking down, he saw Han Luo with a distorted look under his face. This was a very spoiled child, but he killed his brother's young son with his own hands. He drew his dagger tightly, raised his eyes, closed his eyes, and two old tears instantly Dripping down, "dead, die, or die ... it's better to apologize to Hansen when he's dead, Han Luo ..."
Swinging down, sighing, the strength is not great, but the dark dagger is sharp enough to easily sink into Han Luo's body again.
The heart of the left chest is at stake
The blood was squirting again, very red, very red, and it should be redder than the sunset that the old man saw at that time ... At this moment, the bang, the half-covered wooden door was opened again from the outside, and a few big men holding bright long swords instantly Grabbed into the house, murderous,
"Grass! Who dare dare to die ... uh?" Sweeping the situation in the field, looking at the skinny old man lying on his companion Han Luo, his hands pressed to death with a dagger, several big men are stunned. You are ... "
It should be the old man who knows the skinny, or maybe the big man who went out with Han Luo from this Zhuangzi, looked at the scene in front of him, opened his mouth, and was speechless.
"This is Han Luo's father? My grass, it's a mess ... what to do?"
"Or else, kill this old guy?"
"Is this appropriate?"
"Oh! Aha, where's the beauty ..."
Obviously, not all big men know about the situation of Han Luo's family, and after knowing it, they feel that this matter is annoying. How to do it? Come out and talk about morale. In this sense, revenge should be avenged for the companion. But now it ’s the companion ’s father who killed the companion, so how does it feel more revengeful to be revenge ... Fortunately, it wo n’t take long for this tangling. After looking up to see Lansha, the attention of several big men was instantly transferred.
At this time, Tang En stood up from the steps, looked at a few big men, and said quietly again: "Are they supposed to die?"
"That's it!" Lansha, a few big men who had lost sight of Hara, frowned slightly, nodded decisively after taking the conversation!
"Then you have to die." Tang En nodded, a wave of his right hand, a dagger appeared in the palm of his hand, and he lifted his feet and walked towards the big men.
Immediately, a scene very similar to the previous one was staged again. Slightly different is that when facing these immobile and non-resisting big men, compared with the skinny old man, Tang En has a much simpler shot. Passing by, wipe your throat. No need to look back or waste a second knife.
It was very easy. After putting down these big men, it seemed that he had realized something. Tang En did not stop there, but stepped out of the door.
Bamutu and Lansha did not follow, nor did they need to do so. They jumped to the wall and looked at Tang En alone, pacing slowly, walking towards Shi Han, a rushing roar. As soon as he entered within a distance of about three feet, the irritable man with expressions and movements, along with a few strong horses, instantly became a stone statue with various shapes.
Passing by, waving a knife, wiping throat ...
A series of actions flow freely and freely, which is definitely not fast. But this is the slow movement, but no enemy can escape, and no one can escape ... After all, have you ever seen a statue running away?
Silently watching Tang En kill Zhuangwei all the way to Zhuangzhong's open space, Bamutu regained his gaze, spit out the sulky air in his chest for a long time, and murmured with some grateful expressions: "OK ... Ok The scope of control is not large now ... "
"What?" Lansha didn't hear clearly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Nothing ... Well, girl, I suddenly realized that your vision was actually not worse than your mother. "
After hearing a word of surprise, Lan Sha pushed the frame, turned to look at Ba Mutu seriously, and pouted helplessly: "Grandpa Mutu, you are teasing me again."
"Oh, you don't understand." Knowing that Lan Sha was not good at martial arts, Bamutu shook his head and smiled, so he didn't explain much. With a sigh in my heart, I thought, I would like to tease you. But looking at the situation now, as long as time goes by, this metamorphic terror deterrent will not be worse than the Bran Army God Ziyi ...
"Okay, I don't understand. But I know that if he was allowed to kill like this again, there would not be any live gangsters." Looking at the eager Tang En, Lan who followed the panic escaping, Sha shook his lips and said, "I still have to trouble you, Grandpa Batu, catch a robber and ask where the gray clothing army is located. Since they dare to come out and fool under the banner of the gray clothing army, it is impossible to get a little news. No. By the way, by the way, ask where they are, and go to the end ... After all, they want to eat here, they ca n’t do nothing.

"it is good."
………… (To be continued ...)