The Counterattack of the Villains

In the room on the second floor, Xu Fengnian and Wen Hua got up and walked to the window and looked out the window.

Then he saw yellow sand flying outside the inn, and a group of hundreds of cavalry swarmed in.

The first horseman was not wearing armor, but was wearing a white robe, and he was riding a black horse on his crotch.

This clear black and white configuration suddenly lifted his temperament.

The leader, the white-robed young man, did not rein in his horse when he arrived outside the inn. He directly smashed the door with his horse and rushed into the yard in front of the inn.

Behind him, only six cavalry followed the yard, while the rest of the cavalry reined in their horses outside the yard.

None of the knights said a word, and not even the horses neighed. This tacit silence and solemnity were far more suffocating than shouting and provoking.

The white-robed young master at the head has an iron spear two feet long in his hand and a jade buckle with a fresh head. He is obviously a grandson of a general.

In the Liyang Dynasty, because Xu Xiao's horse trampled the rivers and lakes, ordinary warriors had already had their courage crushed by the iron cavalry.

I never thought that in Beimang Longyao Prefecture, the men at the tables in the courtyard knew that there were hundreds of elite cavalry outside, but instead of avoiding their attacks, they felt as if they had been beaten to death.

After a strong man stood up with a sword in hand, he immediately seemed to rise up and form a gang to rebel, drawing swords, swords, and axes.

"kill……"

As soon as they met, without even saying a few polite words, more than twenty people suddenly rushed towards the white-robed young master and killed him.

The six cavalry were calm in the face of danger. Except for two cavalry, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the white-robed young master, the other horses retreated, and the knights bent their bows and shot arrows together.

The first set of flying feathers hit several people's foreheads accurately, and the tail of the arrow still trembled slightly.

Those men were aroused to their bloody temper. Instead of retreating, they became even more fierce and unafraid of death.

The two horsemen pulled up the reins, and the war horses suddenly raised their hooves high and trampled down heavily, trampling the chests of the two men who were approaching closely.

But a knight was immediately caught in the gap, and the Jianghu man who stepped forward was stabbed in the armpit with a knife, and then his head was chopped off with an axe.

The flying ax continued to fly towards the white-robed young master on Wu Zui's horse. The latter had a look of disdain on his face and just stretched out his two fingers and flicked it to the side like a fly.

The powerful and heavy flying ax was pushed aside and fell helplessly.

The situation of the other horse was even more tragic. The front legs of the war horse were cut off. Fortunately, he was wearing armor and could withstand the sword and did not turn into a hedgehog.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't escape death. When the war horse fell to the ground, his head was cut off with a sword.

This bloody battle naturally appeared inexplicable to outsiders, but the real bloody scene was yet to come.

The young master in white robes, who was riding on Wu Zui, motionless as a mountain, spread out his iron spears, which were two feet long, and the dots were like heavy rain.

Every time the tip of the spear pokes out, it will bring up a flower of blood, and some frustrated flying axes will be removed by his skilled hands.

The cavalry behind them fired a second round, killing five or six people, then drew their swords with an expressionless expression, and rode forward to fight with the roughnecks.

Just when all the heroes in the courtyard were about to be killed, dozens of people suddenly appeared from the second and third floors of the inn. The skills of these people were obviously a level higher than those of Jiang Hucao Mang sitting in the courtyard.

At the same time, dozens of hooks and claws were thrown in from outside the inn and clung to the yellow mud wall.

"Boom"

Without any suspense, the wall collapsed instantly, and the entire Yatoulu Inn was no longer protected.

Dozens of masters came out, but the white-robed young master did not panic, fought and retreated, and soon joined the large army outside the inn.

Several gangsters with red eyes ran out of the yard roaring, regardless of the arrows stuck in their bodies.

As soon as he rushed out of the courtyard, he was shot to death by a hail of arrows.

A man rolled forward smartly, raising his hand to chop off the black iron hoof, but the young man in white robe stabbed him in the back of the neck with a spear, stabbed him hard, and pinned him to death on the muddy ground.

The white-robed young man smiled ferociously and said: "Who can stand under my spear for ten times? If you want to be an official, gold or a woman, you can ask me what you want."

As soon as he said these words, those wealthy people in the world were about to shout and curse, but they were suppressed by a delicate, crisp, soft and soft voice.

"Are you Murong Jiangshen, Murong Zhangtai's cousin?"

This is obviously a girl's voice, clear and sweet, like jade beads rolling on a disk.

But this voice had an inexplicable echo, seeming to echo endlessly throughout the entire Yatoulu Inn.

The white-robed young master's eyes narrowed slightly and he said cautiously: "This young master is the God of Murong Jiang. I wonder who this girl is? What is your purpose in coming here?"

The girl's voice was still tepid, crisp and soft: "Nothing, Fatty Dong asked me to bring back Tao Qian's young wife and daughter, and then see who will come to rob them, so that I can know who to look for in the future.

"

Murong Jiangshen's face became very ugly. There are many fat people in the world, and there are also some fat people named Dong.

But there is only one fat man named Dong who can stand up for Tao Qianzhi.

The king of Beimang and South Court, Dong Zhuo.

There were only a few people in Beimang who dared to call Dong Zhuo by his name, and those who dared to call Dong Zhuo directly were even rarer.

Murong Jiang said in a cold voice: "Who is this girl?"

"You will know who I am right away."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone saw a ray of white light fly out from the inn, and finally stopped among a hundred people's cavalry, turning into a white flower that spun around.

Murong Jiangshen looked back, and after seeing the white flower clearly, he could hardly sit still and fell off the horse.

He exclaimed in shock: "Sad Qihua, you are Baguio, the eldest lady of the Ghost King Sect."

There was a moment of deathly silence in the inn. Baguio, who ranked second among the top ten demons in Beimang, actually appeared in duck-headed green?

Rumor has it that the third-ranked Devil-headed Master is inseparable from Baguio. Could it be that the honest young man next to her is the legendary Ghost Master?

But this looks completely inconsistent with the name!

"Isn't it too late to know now?"

As Baguio's words fell, the sadness bloomed.

Murong Jiangshen cried out: "Wait a moment, Miss, please spare my life."

Baguio ignored him, and endless white petals flew out from the white light and spread in all directions.

"Chi chi chi..."

"Well... uh..."

"Puff thump thump thump..."

Hundreds of riders fell to the ground one after another. At the heart of each one of them, there was a wound that was transparent from front to back and bleeding.

Murong Jiangshen also tried to use the iron spear in his hand to resist the petals of the sad flower.

Naturally, this was in vain. When the iron spear met the first petal, it was shattered into pieces, and then penetrated his heart.

After killing hundreds of knights with one move, the Sad Flower turned into a white light again and flew back to the lobby on the first floor of the inn, but did not return to Baguio's hands.

As soon as she entered the lobby, Sad Flower turned a corner and flew straight to the handsome and unruly swordsman in white who was sitting at a table alone.

Baguio looked at him with a smile and said: "Murong Zhangtai, this matter today was your idea, right?"

Murong Zhangtai looked at the white flowers floating in front of him, his pupils almost shrank to the size of needle tips, and his whole body could not stop trembling.

He was about to say something, but Baguio didn't have the time to listen to his nonsense. After saying that, she directly activated the Sad Flower and took his life.

The hotel lobby was silent for a while, no one dared to speak.

The daughter of the Ghost King, the second devil, indeed lives up to her reputation.

The sad flowers flew back to Baguio, dancing around one of her green jade fingers.

She tilted her head slightly and said with a pure and cute look: "Well... let me think about it, who else wants to kill..."

Zhang Xiaofan beside her smiled and said: "Leave the rest to me. He devours people's hearts and livers. He is no longer a human being, but a real demon. He is no longer worthy of existing in this world."

"If you do it, he can still leave his soul to be reincarnated. This is too cheap for him."

"That's right." Baguio nodded in agreement. When she spread her palms, the sad flower turned into a white light and disappeared into her palms.

Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand, and a short stick that looked as black as a fire stick appeared out of thin air in front of him.

After hearing the conversation between the two and watching Zhang Xiaofan's movements, a tall, thin man with a sickly face, sitting at a table in the corner, his face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with fear.

The famous weapon of the third devil, the soul-eating stick, is said to not only be able to swallow the essence and blood of a living person, but also absorb the soul, making a person never to be reincarnated.

Most of his reputation as a demon comes from this weird demon soldier.

Everyone in the world knows that the real second devil in the world should be this ghost master.

Letting Baguio be the second devil is just a joke between a young couple.

As soon as the soul-eating stick appeared, Zhang Xiaofan's originally honest and honest temperament suddenly became fierce and majestic, like a fierce ghost.

The overwhelming anger made it extremely difficult for everyone in the Tang Dynasty to breathe, and some people even had a faint red light in their eyes.

If he hadn't been intimidated by Zhang Xiaofan's momentum, he might have violently injured someone.

In fact, after Zhang Xiaofan completed the five heavenly books and integrated the three great dharma of Qingyun, Tianyin and Burning Incense into one, he could already perfectly control his momentum without leaking anything.

Now he deliberately released it so that his name as a ghost master would be worthy of his name.

"No, Mr. Ghost, spare your life..."

At this moment, the landlady, whose waist was as big as a bucket, stumbled down from the second floor and fell down on the stairs halfway. She rolled downstairs.

She rolled and crawled in front of Baguio and Zhang Xiaofan, kowtowed repeatedly and begged: "Miss, Mr. Ghost, I beg you to be noble and spare his life."

Even Zhang Xiaofan, who looked fierce on the outside and was kind on the inside, was unmoved by the landlady's begging for mercy.

He said coldly: "I'm afraid you put a lot of thought into frying, steaming and cooking these years when your man was eating people's hearts and livers, right? You look like devils, why should I let you go?"

The landlady was speechless and just lay on the ground shivering.

"Hehehe..."

Just when a pin drop could be heard in the lobby, someone let out a series of laughter with a strong sense of sarcasm.

Originally ranked ninth among the top ten demons in Beimang, Xie Ling, the demon who specializes in eating people's livers, that is, the tall and thin sickly man, stood up from the table in the corner.

"It is indeed a demonic act for me to eat human heart and liver. How can you be any better?"

"I suck people into mummies as soon as I take action, and even absorb other people's souls so that they will never be reincarnated. Compared with the ghost master, what do I, Xie Ling, mean?"

Everyone sitting in the lobby was shocked. The appearance of Baguio and Zhang Xiaofan was enough to surprise them.

Unexpectedly, the duck-headed green shopkeeper they had known for many years turned out to be a big devil.

Zhang Xiaofan had no reaction to Xie Ling's words. He said calmly: "That's right. You eat people's liver and I eat people's blood. We are all the same. But there is one thing that is absolutely different between you and me."

Xie Ling's face became more sarcastic, and even had a smile on his face, "Young Master Gui, don't you want to say that all the people you kill are bad people?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and sighed: "Although I am not as old as you, I am not that superficial. The difference I am talking about is that I have the power to control the world."

"People in the world are afraid of me and hate me, but they can't do anything about me, but you just had a fight with Luoyang and had to hide and lick your wounds. This is the biggest difference between us."

The smile on Xie Ling's face disappeared instantly and became even more ugly than before.

Zhang Xiaofan said calmly: "Enough nonsense, you can go and die."

With a flick of the sword in his hand, a burst of green light suddenly erupted from the soul-eating stick. He knelt on the ground. There was a dagger in his hand at some point. He was about to attack the boss's wife and suddenly flew out.

"boom"

The fat body flew up like a cannonball, crashed through the door panel of the inn, and flew out an unknown distance. The blood with the fragments of internal organs sprayed out from the mouth, spraying all the way.

Then the soul-eating stick spun around and headed straight towards Xie Ling.

Seeing the boss's wife being killed in such a violent way, Xie Ling's eyes were splitting, and Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio rushed over.

Facing the Soul Eater, which was flashing with green light and striking towards him, his true energy gathered in his right hand crazily, and slapped the Soul Eater with one palm.

His original intention was to slap the Soul Eater away and attack Zhang Xiaofan with all his strength. Even if he could leave a wound on his body, he would die in peace.

However, what he didn't expect was that the palm he slapped on Soul Eater disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea. As soon as Soul Eater touched his palm, it stuck tightly and could no longer be shaken off.

It turns out that the soul-eating stick cannot be touched.

This was Xie Ling's last thought. In the eyes of others, the moment Soul Eater touched Xie Ling's palm, a strange blood glow appeared on the head of the stick.

The blood spread backward along the stick body, forming several blood lines.

However, Xie Ling's already thin and tall body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two breaths, he turned into a skinny mummy.

"Click"

Xie Ling fell to the ground, and the soul-devouring soul turned into a green light and disappeared into Zhang Xiaofan's palm.

Everyone in the lobby saw this and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Since both of them have put away their weapons, it means that among the people present today, there is no target they want to kill.

In the corridor on the second floor, Xu Fengnian and Wen Hua, who had witnessed all this, glanced at each other unconsciously and swallowed.

At this time, both of them felt that their throats were a little dry.

Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio stood up. Baguio glanced at everyone, and finally turned his gaze to the white-haired old man with a red mole between his eyebrows, and said, "Your Excellency, are you Sui Song?"

The old man stood up quickly, clasped his fists and bowed deeply, saying: "This old man is Sui Song, who is under Tao Chengmu's command."

Baguio nodded and said: "Go and ask Mrs. Tao and Miss Tao to come down and come with us to see Fatty Dong."

Sui Song said happily: "Yes, thank you very much, Miss, for the rescue. I will remember your great kindness and virtue in my heart."

Baguio curled her lips and said: "Why do you keep it in mind? How can you repay me?"

"Uh..." Sui Song smiled awkwardly and said: "The grace of saving my life must be repaid. Although I am incompetent, I still have a destiny in the future. I will go through fire and water, and I will not give up."

Baguio didn't say anything more. Zhang Xiaofan, who had regained his honest and honest appearance, smiled and nodded: "It's good to have such a heart. Go and invite Madam."

"yes."