Legend of Swordsman Chapter 187: Can you be more aggressive?

"Hi, boy!" The middle-aged fat man yelled at Wushuang Jian: "Which mountain are you on?"

Jian Wushuang stood indifferently in front of this middle-aged fat man and others, but never spoke.

"Don't speak? Huh, it looks like there is no hill." The middle-aged fat man smiled coldly. "Boy, listen, I now give you two choices. The first one is that I killed you." , Take your ring, and wait for your next life to be a good person. "

"The second thing is to go back to Lao Tzu to see Dawang, look at you in vain and tender, seeing Dawan, maybe you will stay with you as a tea and water, even if the leader does not look down , Stay in our purple fire gang, and give us these brothers hammer legs on weekdays, that's not bad!

"Haha ~" After hearing this, the group of bandits behind the middle-aged fat man laughed immediately.

"Boy, you can choose these two ways." The middle-aged fat man said coldly.

"Duancha and water? Lame?" Jian Wushuang touched his nose and still didn't answer, but the sword behind him was already out of the sheath.

Oh!

Jian Wu's figure moved, and Jian Guang waved and killed the bandits directly.

The bandits were furious immediately.

"Look for death!"

"I dare to take the initiative to attack us alone, I really don't know if he lives, brothers, kill him!"

"Kill!"

These bandits are all licking blood at the knife edge. They are all fierce. Since they have already shot, there will be no mercy.

Jian Wu's eyes were cold, and his body was about to explode when he was about to collide with the bandits.

I saw an icy sword shadow suddenly rising, and the moment it appeared replaced all the light between heaven and earth.

"This sword!"

Those bandits changed their faces immediately when they saw Jian Wushuang's sword coming out, followed closely ...

Oh! !! !!

Icy Jianguang swept across the bandits, and Jian Feng mercilessly cut the throat of a famous bandit.

There are only eleven bandits in person, except for the middle-aged fat man headed by it, the others have turned into cold bodies and fell into a pool of blood.

Jianfeng, followed by the three killing swords, appears on the shoulder of this middle-aged fat man.

"Fat, you just said, you want to teach me to be a man?" Jian Wushuang looked at this middle-aged fat man, and at the same time he slammed the sword.

Stop!

The middle-aged fat man knelt down without hesitation, begging for mercy: "My lord, it ’s me who doesn't know Taishan, it's me damn, I have an old man and a young one, and I hope you will raise your precious hand, Rao Xiao's life. "

Jian Wushuang listened to each other.

He has seen people who are greedy for fear of death, but like the fat man in front of him, it is the first time that he is afraid of death.

"My lord ..." The fat man was still crying, tears and nose were falling.

"Shut up." Jian Wushuang yelled angrily.

The middle-aged fat man was so shocked that he didn't dare to continue talking nonsense, but he still looked poorly at Jian Wushuang.

"I'll ask you something, you can answer truthfully." Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"Sure, it is necessary. No matter what the adult asks, as long as I know, I swear that I will never conceal it in the slightest. I only ask the adult that you can let me go."

"You just mentioned to me the big boss and the Zihuo Gang, so it seems that you should be a member of the Zihuo Gang. What is the overall strength of your Zihuo Gang?" Jian Wushuang asked Road.

"Overall strength?" The middle-aged man showed a blunder, but immediately answered.

"My lord, the Zihuo Gang where I belong, all the gang members have hundreds of people, many of them are congenital Jindan martial arts, and our Zihuo Gang has two heads, both of which are small and weak. Throughout the extremely eastern plains, our Zihuo Gang is also a relatively famous big gang. "

"Gang?" Jian Wushuang sneered, "Is it a bandit?"

The middle-aged fat man smiled awkwardly when he heard the words.

"I ask you, among the Zihuo Gangs, are there any wanted criminals wanted by the surrounding twelve dynasties?" Jian Wushuangdao.

"Wanted criminal? Yes." The middle-aged fat man nodded again and again. "The second head of our Zihuo Gang is a wanted criminal, but also a silver-level wanted criminal. In addition, our Zihuo Gang has The other four black iron-level wanted criminals, who have wanted armbands all day, are easy to distinguish. "

"A silver, a black iron?" Jian Wushuang's mouth slightly angled, "Take me to your old nest of Zihuo."

"Go now, you alone?" The middle-aged fat man looked at Jian Wushuang stunned.

"If you want to lead the way, lead the way, less nonsense." The sword has no double-sided color.

Of course, this middle-aged fat man dare not say more, even if he guides Jian Shuangshuang.

The old nest of the Zihuo Gang is actually on a concave hill in this extremely eastern plain, and some simple houses and tents have been set up. The old nest of the Zihuo Gang is very lively at this moment.

Many bandits eat meat and drink.

Unexpectedly, a plump body smashed over like a cannonball, hitting the ground fiercely, causing the whole earth to startle.

The fat figure is naturally the middle-aged fat man caught by Jian Wushuang.

"Tang fat man, what the **** are you doing?"

Many bandits in Zihuo looked at this middle-aged fat man.

The middle-aged fat man slowly struggled to stand up and didn't speak, but turned and looked back.

I saw the sword carrying the sword, Wushuanghuan, holding his hands, and walked over slowly.

The bandits of Zihuo Gang also focused on Jian Wushuang for the first time, including the two headed by these bandits. These two are the two heads of Zihuo Gang, one of them tied The cold man with dreadlocks wore an armband engraved with the word "kill" on his left arm.

Seeing this armband, Jian Wushuang's eyes light up.

"The second leader of the Purple Fire Gang, right, I want the armband in your hand."

As soon as the voice fell, the three-killer sword behind Jian Wushuang had already emerged.

Buzzing ~ A terrible sword is rising in vain at this moment.

There is no nonsense, Jian Wushuang has directly killed the cold man with the whip.

The entire Zihuo Gang became turbulent.

"A jealous masterpiece, even trying to kill me?" The cold man with a whip dismissed a smile.

"Where's the idiot who doesn't know how to live and die, get rid of it quickly." A purple-haired old man next to him frowned, this purple-haired old man is the master of the Purple Fire Gang.

The two of them sat in front of the case and did not put Jian Wushuang in their eyes at all, still drinking there, and a large number of bandits around him slaughtered towards Jian Wushuang.

This scene surprised the middle-aged fat man who came with sword unparalleled.

"This guy ..."

"A golden masterpiece, I dare to kill the Zihuo's nest by myself."

"Also, he didn't say much, so he just started to kill the second master?"

"Does he dare to be more aggressive?"

The middle-aged fat man roared in his heart, but his eyes widened in vain