Chapter 439 Massacre of Ten Thousand Households

A scream rang out, and everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they all turned their heads and looked back.

I saw a wealthy man in linen clothes, with a long arrow stuck in his back. He stretched out his hand to the crowd, as if he wanted to ask for help.

But the next moment, the man fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

Everyone gasped when they saw this, but before they could react, they heard the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" piercing the air, and then more than a dozen golden-feathered long arrows were shot from the window and outside the door, and instantly they were He shot and killed a group of less skilled gangsters.

At this time, looking outside the teahouse, there were more than a dozen men in black costumes coming towards them. The first man with tiger eyes and beard was holding a large carved bow in his left hand and shouted:

"Leave no one behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so men in black behind him immediately dismounted from their horses, each took their swords and swords, and rushed straight to the teahouse.

The people in the teahouse naturally couldn't sit still and wait for death as the first words of the man in black outside the door were to massacre everyone. Many people took their weapons and shouted loudly:

"Fight them!"

What was originally a peaceful teahouse turned into a purgatory-like battlefield in an instant.

Although there are many wealthy people in the teahouse, their martial arts skills are uneven. Some people have only learned the three-legged cat stance. Four or five people together are not enough to chop a man in black across from them.

In just half a cup of tea, many people's heads were missing, and there were screams in the teahouse.

Zhao Zimo's face was gloomy. He held a long sword in his hand and did not join the battle group. Instead, he shouted in a long voice: "Which brother is there outside the door? There must be some misunderstanding. Can you sell me the 'Tsing Yi Sword' to save face? The two parties will leave it alone for the time being. give up!"

The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed loudly. He looked around and asked: "'Tsing Yi Sword'? What a great name! Have you ever heard of it?"

The two men in black who were accompanying him shook their heads and replied in unison: "Never heard of it!"

The man in black with tiger eyes and beard said with a sigh: "It seems that Tsing Yi Sword's reputation is not resounding enough for me to stop!"

Zhao Zimo's face was livid, but he did not draw his sword in anger. He just asked tentatively: "Who are you and why do you want to massacre the people in the teahouse? Can you please explain clearly?"

The man in black with tiger eyes and beard laughed loudly and said: "Well, let me make you understand! This certain person is the master of Heifeng Mountain, and is known as the 'Slaughterer of Ten Thousand Households'! As for why he wants to kill you, it is naturally because of the Lan family's It’s a martial arts contest to recruit a bride!”

Zhao Zimo suddenly said: "You are also going to propose marriage!"

Tu Wanhu smiled and said: "That's right! A certain family wants to kill all the people who come to propose marriage on the road, so that no one can compete with me. When I marry a beauty and get the Lan family's property, won't I be happy? "

After he finished speaking, he slapped the horse on the back, flew up, and landed directly into the teahouse. He shouted: "After talking to you all these nonsense, you can become a sensible person!"

Zhao Zimo's expression changed, but instead of drawing his sword to meet the enemy, he ran away!

Everyone in the teahouse originally expected him to confront the bandit leader Tu Wanhu, but they did not expect that the "Qing Yi Sword" Zhao Zimo not only did not draw his sword, but turned around and ran away.

Tu Wanhu was also stunned, but then he sneered. He was holding two large black axes, and in just a flash, he came to the back of Zhao Zimo.

"The guy named Zhao! Why are you running so fast? Let's take an ax from someone!"

Zhao Zimo couldn't help but feel his hair standing on end when he heard the sudden noise behind him. He couldn't dodge in a hurry, so he could only move his sword backwards and withstand Tu Wanhu's axe.

Ping!

There was a crisp sound, and then Zhao Zimo's body flew backwards like catkins in the wind!

This time was beyond everyone's expectations. There were many martial arts elites in the teahouse who were fighting hard, but they didn't expect that Zhao Zimo, who was famous all over the world, couldn't even catch the move of slaughtering ten thousand households!

Tu Wanhu was also slightly surprised, but the practical experience he had developed over the years was: "If your opponent doesn't die, you must not take it lightly!"

Thinking of this, Tu Wanhu didn't hold anything back. Instead, he pursued the victory and rushed directly to the spot where Zhao Zimo's body fell. He raised his ax and brought it down, killing the swordsman in blue with one blow!

When Zhao Zimo's head rolled to the ground, Tu Wanhu came back to his senses and secretly thought: "Why is this 'Qing Yi Sword' Zhao Zimo so famous in the world so vulnerable?"

You must know that although Tu Wanhu was verbally insulting just now, these were his usual methods when confronting his enemies. He either flattered or belittled his opponents. In short, he had to disturb his state of mind first. In fact, the reputation of "Tsing Yi Sword" was so great that even he was afraid of it, so he went straight to this person without any carelessness.

Unexpectedly, after just one move, the green-clothed swordsman was sent flying by his axe. After that, he was unable to fight back, and his head was decapitated by his axe.

At this point, Tu Wanhu was still a little confused. It wasn't until he saw the head rolling on the ground that he was once again sure of the fact that he had killed the "Qing Yi Sword" with just two moves.

"What's the 'Green Sword'? Bah!"

Tu Wanhu spat, turned around and joined the fighting group in the teahouse.

The two parties, which were originally evenly matched, showed a one-sided trend after Tu Wanhu joined. The group of men in black hacked to death all the more than thirty gangsters in the teahouse while only losing four of their companions.

Tu Wanhu stood in the teahouse, looking at the dozens of corpses lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel proud. But just when he was about to give orders, he heard several small sounds coming from the teahouse window.

Years of experience in the arena made him immediately alert. He jumped into the air, grabbed it with his right hand, and hung directly from the beam.

"Be careful, there is a hidden weapon!"

As soon as Tu Wanhu finished speaking, a wailing sound came from below. The original seven or eight companions in black clothes in the teahouse were now covered with silver needles. Their expressions were distorted, and they were rolling on the ground begging for mercy. In just a few breaths, these people were already dead.

"The Peacock Divine Needle seals the throat when it sees blood!"

Tu Wanhu's expression changed drastically. He fell down from the beam and looked at the door of the teahouse with a gloomy expression. I saw a tall and thin figure wearing a brown short coat and carrying a long knife slowly walking in, with a faint smile on his face and said:

"After committing so many murders, the head on your neck is probably worth a lot more!"

"The Peacock God, Yang Mu!" Tu Wanhu stared at the person in front of him and said word by word.

"Hehe, I am exactly the same!" Yang Mu chuckled and said, "I am an official and you are a thief. I am destined to bring you to justice today, so let me borrow your head for use!"