Diao Buming didn't waste time looking for Puxiang Zhenren. For the old man with the bloody eagle, this Taoist priest who seemed very famous from the capital was just a priest, and this priest seemed to have some celebrations with the Zuo family. If it was gone, it would be gone. It doesn't matter for the time being. The six doors in the capital are still behind, and I don't know when they will catch up. Now the matter is important.

When the business is done, one day I remember it and go back to the capital and chop the Taoist priest.

So Diao Buming walked simply and walked into Zuojiazhuang in three or two steps, without even a glance.

When Diao Buming walked into the village, his vision would be blocked by the walls and doors and windows, and a figure would carefully shake out from behind a stone. It was Puxiang Zhenren.

At this time, the Taoist priest was already in a mess. In order to avoid the fact that his legs were frozen and could not move, Puxiang Zhenren had to rub them with both hands and constantly rub them under him. After rubbing for a while, he confirmed that Diao Buming would not come out. Puxiang Zhenren quickly turned around and ran away.

He did not run southeast, but headed northwest. Now that the matter of the east window was revealed, he did not have the courage to enter the capital under the danger of being exposed by Wang Chuan. Although his affairs were a stare in a certain circle, if this matter was exposed, the overflowing anger in this circle would overwhelm him.

"I am alone, I have no relatives! Wuliang Tianzun, how could I suffer such a disaster?"

True Man Puxiang sighed, limping and walking, his steps were a little stiff. Because he was not wearing his pants, he was already a little frozen.

The blood-embled old man Diao Buming and Puxiang Zhenren walked against each other. Puxiang Zhenren was advancing north, but Diao Buming was waving his sword to the south. In front of him were not only the people from Zuojiazhuang, but also the Taoist priests who were thrown here by Puxiang Zhenren.

Diao Buming's strength is obviously one level higher than these people. He didn't even use the shocking sword he used to first against Zuo You. It seems that he has discovered that the enemy in front of him is not enough to let him use that kind of sword technique. He just needs to wave the knife in his hand to play this massacre mission into an unparalleled grass mowing game.

The Taoist priests who were still in the confrontation in front of me were grass and the people in Zuojiazhuang were sickles.

Diao Buming killed people so easily, forcing people who were already hostile to unite.

But this is useless at all.

Is the grass that scatters or fights? Is the grass that gathers neatly or is it? There is no difference when the tricky "sickle" is waving.

A Taoist priest approached and went straight to Diao Buming's lower plate; a master Jinyi from Zuojiazhuang followed him and stabbed Diao Buming's upper body with a sword. The two of them took action at the same time, and it was like a half-match, and they had a tacit understanding.

But the old man in the bloody eagle didn't care at all. He didn't even use any special skills, he just slashed straight from top to bottom.

A simple and unpretentious slash ignored the attacks that were close.

The blade went straight down, and the Taoist priest and the man in Jinyi divided into four sections. Blood and water poured out.

They didn't even have time to scream.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Who are you?!"

“Go together!”

People were shouting in a mess, but no one dared to bully themselves anymore. Some even shouted: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't push me!"

Diao Buming keeps moving forward.

People retreated and retreated to both sides, making his knife unable to reach the flesh and blood. In the huge yard, people squeezed under the wall, leaving a huge open space for Diao Buming. The blood and minced meat on the ground made the gaps in the empty space, making the yard of Zuojiazhuang form a complete strange painting.

Diao Buming's knife swung left and right, and the strong wind suddenly came out. In an instant, someone died tragically and had cracks in the wall.

Only then did people realize that they had been hiding far away and could not escape the sword of the bloody old man.

This sword technique can be stretched with wind, and even blood will not stick to it!

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Ghost ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Murder!!!"

"Help!"

People screamed and retreated. In a panic, some people jumped over the wall and some were pushed down. Others trampled by, and they couldn't care much at all.

Diao Buming has many slaughtered villages, how could he have never seen such a scene? Even such a scene is just a very ordinary small scene for him. His wrinkled old face has no expression on his face, and he continues to move forward. Now no one dares to stop him anymore. His game has changed from melee Wushuang to long-range Wushuang. The sword aura that was swung out of the knife in his hand acts as a sickle to reap his life, and he walked to the door of a small courtyard.

The smell of burning incense came out in the courtyard. Diao Buming sniffed hard and sneeze. The damn smell reminded him of some past events, which was particularly unhappy. He waved his knife and slit the door.

Bang!

The door of the courtyard was split open.

At this moment, a light pierced straight from the broken door.

A knife stabbed out!

The blade reflected sunlight, with a strange angle, hitting Diao Buming's eyes.

Diao Buming narrowed his eyes and slashed again.

His sword seemed to have no need to aim at it, and wherever he went, it was the target. Everyone could not avoid it and became the dead soul under his sword.

It is precisely because of this that Zuojiazhuang has become a terrifying purgatory in this moment.

But the people inside the door avoided it!

The person in the door stabbed him, and whether he hit or not, he would retreat. His knife was unhappy, which was not as fast as Diao Buming's knife. This knife was forced to be lost by Diao Buming's knife, and even if it hit Diao Buming's eyes, it would be difficult to stab Diao Buming.

But Diao Buming's sword was very fast, but it was not as good as his body movement.

"It's interesting."

Diao Buming stopped the massacre rarely and looked up and down at the retreating people in the courtyard, "Six doors of the sword? Who are you?"

"Liu Dalang, the six doors of the capital."

Wang Chuan replied, "I cook very well. When will you go to the capital, I will treat you to a meal."

Diao Buming grinned and said, "I eat people, but I don't eat!" He waved his knife and turned out to be faster and faster.

Wang Chuan quickly retreated and shouted: "Someone wants to eat Tang Monk's meat! I'll save me!"

"Ye! Where did the monster come from? You dare to act wildly on your grandfather Sun's head!"

A loud shout rang out of the incense hall, and a thin figure suddenly rushed out, crossing Wang Chuan, and meeting Diao Buming.

"Dou!"

A loud sound.

Diao Buming's knife was actually stopped by an iron rod!

Old Mrs. Fu rushed out of the incense hall and even took a solid iron stick from somewhere.

Diao Buming took two steps back, which was a bit unexpected.

When Mrs. Fu saw Diao Buming, she sneered: "You are so short and ugly, isn't it that Lion Camel Ridge's Lion and Camel Ridge's Lion and Camel Ridge? The little monster dares to act evil. Don't you know that Grandpa Sun is always in the wind?"
Chapter completed!