Chapter 219 (2/2)

Little eight looked at the lame man and said with gnashing teeth.

”People are always blindly confident.”

Luo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, sneered, looked at the lame and said slowly.

”Do you think you will kill me now?”

”Otherwise?”

The lame asked.

”Do you think you can stop me with so many wastes? Don't think about it. ”

”Ha ha ha!”

Luo Chen suddenly laughed and picked up a straw pole around her.

”Sure enough, I'm confident. Are the people of Tangmen so brave?”

The voice fell, Luo Chen fiercely waved the grass pole in his hand, and a sharp sword spirit went straight to the throat of the lame man. Before he could react, the sword spirit had cut his throat.

”How could you, how could you...”

Gudu gudu

Bursts of blood poured out, and the lame man couldn't finish talking, but the look in his eyes was still struggling to say the questions in his heart.

Why is Luo Chen so strong?

Plop

He fell heavily to the ground. The lame pupil was lax and had no vitality. With only one move, he was killed by Luo Chen.

”Waste is waste.”

Luo Chen snorted coldly, and then closed his eyes again.

”Take a break. If someone comes back later, call me. But don't fight hard.”

After the command, Luo Chen continued to recover his aura.

Lin Wanqing was shocked. What happened just now? What did Luo Chen do? Why did they kill the lame man who couldn't fight for a long time by Luo Chen's blow?

”Did the master produce his sword?”

Lin Wanqing hesitated and asked aloud.

”No... the master uses a straw pole.”

Wang goudan shook his head and replied.

The crowd was even more shocked. Xiao Ba looked at Luo Chen with envy in his eyes.

”Take a break. I don't know when another assassin will come.”

Xiao Ba sat down and said aloud.

”Thank you for killing me just now, or we'll be in more trouble when he hits the signal.”

They sat down to rest and stared around nervously.

A light sound came out, and the bastard's forehead was cold. Then he stood up and raised the Xuanwu sword in front of him.

When!

After a crisp sound, the crossbow fell in front of him.

Little eight didn't speak. His body flashed and ran straight in the direction of the crossbow. The three edged stab in his hand didn't hesitate.

The assassin probably didn't expect Xiao Ba to be so straightforward. Without saying a word, he gave him a fatal blow.

The body fell to the ground, and little eight expressionless brought him back and threw him to the edge of the lame man.

”Today I'll see how many people will kill us.”

Xiao Ba stood there and said coldly. His eyes looked around like a knife. Although he was a little flustered, he was still firm.

”Hahaha, I don't know whether you don't want to die or I don't want to die.”

A wild laughter came out, and a figure slowly came out of the woods, holding a sickle and an ordinary sickle in his hand.

”What? Are you also an assassin of Tang clan? ”

Xiao Ba raised his eyebrows and looked at the man and asked aloud.

”No, no, no, that's just my sideline. My main business is a honest farmer.”

The man looked at Xiao Ba, shook his head and replied, with a simple and honest face, but his eyes flashed fierce light from time to time.