The three fat guys had already landed in the crowd, and the people on both sides looked stunned as he looked like such a fat man holding Dewey's neck with one hand in the air.

Sanpang's smile was a little weird, and there was also a word in his mouth: "Since you know Ershu, Ershu said he wanted to compete with you for a sword. It seems that you can't hide. No one can escape if Ershu wants to compete with a sword."

Dewey grabbed Yang Sanpang's arm tightly with both hands, and tried his best to break free from Yang Sanpang's restraints, but it was just futile. After hearing Yang Sanpang's words, Dewey was panicked and confused. How could Yang Ershu, who had already died with Lu Ziyou in the future, come to find him to compete in the sword?

But Dewey didn't expect that Yang Sanpang suddenly let go of his hand and gently pushed Dewey forward.

Dewey was granted a general amnesty. After touching his neck, he quickly turned around and wanted to hide in the crowd.

"The first move of Jiange is the flying immortal from the sky!" Yang Sanpang shouted loudly, as if he was schizophrenia again. The sword in his hand actually used Yang Ershu's sword technique.

Dewey dared not turn around, and kept burying his head in the crowd, and he could vaguely guess who this fat man was in his heart. The more he guessed who this fat man was, the faster Dewey would get.

Perhaps Dewey was still regretting, regretting why he had to speak without restraint. He said to others that "I wish I could meet the two sword immortals" without any trouble. The gold on his face was covered with gold. Unexpectedly, he really attracted the killing god. Yang Ershu was dead, but Yang Sanpang, the killing god, came.

Dewey had no intention of fighting, so he could only run away with his head in his arms, bury his head as much as possible, and hide his figure in the crowd. Dewey only heard about the Eighteen Ghosts of the Yellow River two days ago, but today he met this Yang Sanpang. He only asked God to bless him and bless him, not to be the Eighteen Ghosts of the Yellow River.

A sword made of a sword, a starting move of the sword technique of the Shudi Jiange. A sword light and shadow, one body formed two pieces.

Yang Sanpang would not look for him one by one in the crowd? The way Yang Sanpang chased him was to chop down everyone in front of him until he caught up with the mouse.

The crowd finally reached the end. Dewey rushed over and threw down one person. There was no one in front of him. Dewey subconsciously showed a smile, and quickly got up again, looked left and right, there was a large area of ​​weed slope on the right, and walked towards the yellow grass slope.

After running a few steps, Dewey suddenly stopped and his neck was pinched again, and his figure was lifted up like a chicken.

When Dewey turned around, what caught his eye was the bloody path behind him, and the broken limbs and arms were all over the ground.

"I, Yang Ershou, look for you to compete in swords, but you dare to escape?"

Yang Sanpang's tone was a bit strange, as if he was deliberately imitating Yang Ershu. Yang Sanpang might have a schizophrenia.

If you really think about it a few times, Xu Jie might find that Yang Sanpang has a split personality. In the past, Yang Sanpang only argued with Yang Ershu and rarely argued with Xu Jie, but Yang Ershu liked to argue with Xu Jie. Recently, Yang Sanpang seems to like to argue with Xu Jie.

This time Dewey was pinched on the back of his neck, and he could say something: "I dare not, Senior Yang is a sword immortal, how dare I compete with Senior Yang in sword competition?"

Yang Sanpang smiled grimly, then pushed Dewey forward, and shouted: "Check my sword, the cliff is ten thousand feet high!"

Dewey staggered forward a few steps, turned around again, and the sword light flashed. Dewey opened his eyes and could still see his body, a body with a missing head, and blood gushed out of his neck, more than one meter high.

Dewey seemed to hear the fat man say something: "Ershou, good swordsmanship."

After Yang Sanpang praised Ershen, he lifted his knife and turned around to look for the crowd and went again. Looking at the crowd, the people who were constantly crowding forward had already turned around and ran.

Xu Jie in front of him had become a bloody man, and was still searching for Dewey's figure among the crowd, slashing and killing those who were blocking the way one by one, and even shouting angrily: "Dewey, come out for me."

There was already a circle of flesh and blood around Xu Jie, and Yun Shuhuan, Xu Hu and others followed behind Xu Jie, blocking the enemy behind Xu Jie for the continuous forward.

Dewey naturally couldn't get out, but Yang Sanpang came out and laughed: "Scholar, don't look for it anymore. That guy was beheaded by Ershou with one sword!"

Xu Jie was stunned when he heard this, but he couldn't care so much. He knew that Dewey was dead. In this way, Xu Jie no longer looked for Dewey everywhere. The people in front of him, regardless of left and right, were already crazy. The knife in his hand was no longer the same move. He was just chopping and chopping at will, but it worked frequently.

The people who siege Xu Jie today are mostly those at the bottom of the world. Anyone with extraordinary martial arts and some powers, the young master of the Jiangnan Blood Sword Hall, is not that difficult to inquire about.

Where can I eat free lunch in this world? Where can I earn 100,000 tael silver in this world?

To make money with one's life, you have to spend money with one's life.

Just like on a hill not far from the official road, a man was carrying a sword on his back. He looked at the bloody scene of the official road not far away, and smiled very playfully, saying, "Jiangnan Blood Knife Hall, I have some skills."

There was an old man next to the man, who replied: "It's that Yang Sanpang, right?"

The man shook his head when he heard this and replied, "Without Yang Sanpang, Xu Jie would not die today. These mobs are not worth mentioning."

The old man nodded and asked, "Fourth Master, are we going to do it?"

The man waved his hand, then turned to the hill and said, "I won't do it today. Yang Sanpang is present. It's meaningless to start. You old guy can't beat Xu Jie."

The old man wanted to refute after hearing this, but just swallowed his saliva. He looked back at Xu Jie who was still killing all directions, and then followed the man in front of him down the mountain road.

The man in front of him smiled again and said, "Brother has made a mistake this time. Although he could not give this 100,000 taels, he did not have any effect."

The old man was a little worried and said, "Fourth Master, we have returned without success, so the master is afraid he will be angry."

The man looked indifferent when he heard this, and turned around and replied with a smile: "Brother is angry and scolding you, the old guy, and he won't scold me. You tell me that such methods are meaningless. You should think about some methods in the court."

The old man nodded when he heard this, but asked again: "Fourth Master, should you take back the 100,000 taels of flowers?"

The man raised his hand and said, "What if there is a fool who earns this 100,000 taels."

The old man nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and he was confused, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

Under the hills, the battle on the official road has come to an end. The huge event in the world is like a tide, but it is faster than the ebb.

Xu Jie panted and inserted his knife on the ground, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and suddenly turned over a horse.

When Yang Sanpang saw Xu Jie get on the horse, he also turned over a horse.

Xu Jie turned around and left only one sentence: "Boy Yun, the young master has gone to kill someone, and he is optimistic about the ceremony. You can go first and catch up with you in two days."

Xu Jie was already knocking the horse and leaving, but Yang Sanpang chased after him, still shouting: "Master Xiucai, who are you going to kill?"

"At Bagong Mountain!" Xu Jie's face was full of anger and furious.

Yang Sanpang shouted again: "Wait for me, I can't run fast."

It’s not that Yang Sanpang’s horse cannot run fast, but that the horse is too heavy.

Zhong Shidao, who had been watching the battle, suddenly frowned and thought for a moment, and looked for a horse to go on the side, and chased after him. This man from the northwest seemed very skillful when riding a horse.

Yun Shuhuan looked up at Xu Jie who was leaving, his face full of worry. It was not until Xu Jie disappeared at the end of the road that he leaned over to move the body on the ground and cleared the road for the carriage. Xu Hu and Deng Yu also hurried forward to help.

The two boys Xu Kang and Xu Tai were smiling and gathering their horses everywhere.

In Shouzhou City, at the edge of the main road, not far from the city gate, a small courtyard looks a bit dilapidated.

However, the plaque on the gate of this courtyard is obviously a new one. The four gold-plated characters from the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency are shining with golden light. This plaque should also be valuable.

Today's Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency is like a nouveau riche in Shouzhou City. The entire Shouzhou City knows that the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency suddenly opened the escort road in Jiangnan. The escort road in Jiangnan is obviously a way to make a fortune.

There is also a big escort agency in Shouzhou City, called "Tongtian Escort Agency". This person seems much more grand than the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency. In the past, the transactions that went to Jiangnan were monopolized by the Tongtian Escort Agency, but now a competitor suddenly popped up.

This incident made Sun Gui, the chief escort of Tongtian Escort Agency, feel a little unhappy because the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency suddenly started to compete maliciously, and the price of escorts was 20% cheaper than that of Tongtian Escort Agency. Recently, several orders have been snatched away by the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. How can the head of the General Sun of Tongtian Escort Agency endure? The six heads of the escort at home and more than 100 soldiers, today they are all ready to drive the Longhu Escort Agency out of Shouzhou City under the leadership of the General Escort Agency.

The new plaque that had just been replaced by the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency was suddenly pulled down and fell heavily to the ground. Someone slashed the plaque with one knife, cutting the plaque into two pieces.

At the door of the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency, two men guarding the gate were also restrained and held aside.

Then someone shouted: "Zhou Donglai, Zhou Xiwang, come out for me!"

Zhou Xiwang is the Zhou escort leader that Xu Jie met before, and he also walked through the Jiangnan escort road. Zhou Donglai and Zhou Xiwang are two brothers, and Zhou Donglai is the eldest brother, which is the chief escort leader of the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency.

Twenty or thirty people ran out of the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency immediately, and Zhou Xiwang was right in front of him. These twenty or thirty people were already all the people in the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency. It’s not that the Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency has only a few people. The Dragon and Tiger Escort Agency has 80 or 90 people, but the business is just right. Even the chief escort Zhou Donglai personally took people to Jiangnan. Zhou Donglai, who is the chief escort, needs some etiquette. It’s convenient for heroes from all over the country to go there, no matter how many gifts Zhou Donglai gave, he would come to thank him one by one.
Chapter completed!