Thunder Martial

Out of the purple, unemotionally, but very unexpectedly.

People appearing around far exceeded his expectations. This is a village where people are rarely seen, as if everyone were returning today.

Where they look, most villagers look at the crowd with cold eyes, mainly looking for more than a dozen people.

Among them is the old man of the Holt family, said to be Holt Dis, next to the still weak Holt Tommy, who, after seeing the appearance of purple, also had a strong resentment in his eyes.

“Zijuan, today is your death! If you hand over the Holy Ukrainian, you can spare your life!” He said coldly to Purple, looking weak, but cold words appeared moderate.

“On your own?” The purple smile flashed with sarcasm in his eyes.

In his hand, with a long sheathed knife, he was confident as long as the sheath was in his hand.

Watching Purple tighten the knife sheath in his hand, Holt Tommy's face changed and his consciousness retracted under his body. He was told that Purple Sword had destroyed three miners, and that such forces were absolutely beyond his control.

Standing aside, speaking harshly and cursing in secret is the limit he can reach.

Those people in the room, they didn't have the shame to laugh at Holt Tommy's behavior, and compared to those people, Holt Tommy was just a child, and he was a very weak child.

And just as he backed off, those people were one step ahead.

“Come if you're not afraid to die!” The crane's lips retracted across his chest, the old man said indifferently.

I wondered if it was the reason he said that, just after his voice had just fallen, I saw the presence of a lot of the previous crowd holding their arms and watching the play, suddenly came over.

Between these people walking, the momentum is no more than that of ordinary miners, with a few harsh marks on their faces, and it can be seen that they are usually brave fighters.

Moreover, several of the people who came out were holding arms in their hands.

The time spent in this world is not short. Purple is clear. In this world, possession of weapons represents strength.

At the turn of the day, the number exceeded twenty, and there were only eight in possession of weapons. This does not include Holtdis, who did not take out his weapons, and HoltTommy.

Among them, the old man was able to tie a tie with the presence of a weapon and could have stopped two.

This situation is very unfavourable to the two of us, and nobody looks after them.

……

With the spread of a huge piece of Saint Ukrainian news, almost all the villagers in the nearby villages knew, so they chose to waste a day, came here to check the situation, happened to be lively, see if there were any leaks.

There were more and more people gathered around, and in addition to Holt Tommy, the other four members of the Holt family who came to the world this time came, all with one person beside them, but did not come forward.

There is absolutely no need for them to take action in the light of this situation.

Gatu Huangtu also appeared early, beside him Gatu Mingtu and the other three also arrived, they looked at the scene, their faces unknown, only Gatu Huangtu's face full of worry.

“Son, hand over the Holy Ukrainian or die! ”

After all the people in the line showed up, Holtdis opened his mouth and sounded cold.

The old man didn't say anything, and obviously at this moment, he didn't know how to choose either. Fortunately, he stopped choosing to let Purple make his own decisions, and he was willing to follow any decision.

In the face of this situation, it seems to everyone that Zixuan would make a very wise choice.

Purple looked at Holt Tommy and smiled softly. “I look younger, but I'm not stupid. On the contrary, I'm smarter, many times smarter than that idiot beside you. I saw the killer in your eyes, believing that even if you took out the Holy Ukrainian, you would still choose the killer. ”

Holtdis' eyes flashed with surprise and did not expect the other party's observation to be so acute.

Indeed, he did not intend to spare the two, even if St. Ukrainian had been taken, they would have died. That was just a prewar opening statement.

“Come on! Let's see if you can get it from me today! ”

Purple lifted the sheath slowly in his hand and his right hand rested on the handle. If on the outside, in the face of so many holy kings, he would surely turn around and run, but in this world, these holy kings are no different than mortals, and he is qualified for World War I.

Others watched the show with their arms in their arms, and in their view, Purple Purple Purple was simply a search for death by their own means.

“Stop, it's just a piece of Holy Ukrainian. Just give it to you. Why be aggressive? ”

Just as the two sides were about to strike, a low drunk sounded, but Gatu Huangtu broke free of the blacksmiths and ran from there.

And when he came to the purple clay, he turned his head and looked at Holtdis and said, "Isn't that what you want, St. Ukrainian? That's fine for you. ”

Holtdis glanced at Kathu Wangtu, then turned around and looked at the shameless blacksmith not far away, and said back: "Little doll, you're all right here, get out of the way. We want St. Ukrainian today, and we want the lives of these two guys! ”

“Do I have to kill you? ”

Gatu Huangtu asked again, but only in exchange for a laugh.

“Then come on! ”

He took a dagger out of his sleeve, shook his fist, shook his dagger, and laid it across his chest, obviously to fight.

The blacksmith's face was iron and blue, and he came this way. Such a thing was not something they could get into.

A palm fell on Gatu Huangtu's shoulder, and the latter looked back and saw Zixuan. "Thank you for your help this time, but it's just a personal grudge between us, so back off. ”

“Aren't we friends? How can you back off at this hour?” Kathu Huangtu shook his head and said, his words were firm.

The words touched Purple a lot, and he said, "Of course it's a friend, but I don't have a bad habit of letting friends die. The district is just a bunch of junk. Believe me, I'm destined to be a big shot! ”

Kathu Huangtu believes that Zijuan must be a big character in the future, but this presupposes that Zijuan cannot die. But at first glance, purple seemed to have no life. Gatu Wangtu shook his head and was reluctant to leave, but the next thing was because he could not. He saw the blacksmith and a Gatu family member go forward, holding Gatu Wangtu left and right.

Looking at Gatu Wangtu, who was still struggling, Purple looked at the old man in front of him and said: "Old man, you go back to the door to guard our Holy Ukrainian, you are not needed in this war! ”

The old man looked back at the purple.

“I'm used to fighting alone and being reasonable my way, and you get in the way. Though you are an old man, your strength is too weak. ”

The old man, of course, understood the meaning of the purple words, and the other party just didn't want him to be in danger. Keeping him in the back is once the purple battle dies, the old man can take Saint Ukrainian out to save his life.

Holtdis must have killed two people, mainly because of Purple, who came to Holt Tommy and others, and who knew exactly what potential Purple had.

“What's the point of living if I can't even protect you, old man?” The old man shook his head and said.

“You should know I don't need a guardian! In the Star of Life, people like me are the last to need guardianship. ”

“I say you two, don't make a living and die like that. Soon you two will be reunited underground.” A man with a short sword looked at them and said.

With a firm look, the old man retreated, purple grabbed the knife sheath and looked at the more than two dozen people ahead and said calmly: "Gentlemen, because of the arrival of the new arrival, there is no fame, this was bullied. So this time, with the intention of killing Levi, I'm here to assure you that I will not spare anyone standing in front of me. Today, either I die or you die! ”

The words are calm, the faces are calm, there's nothing to do and there's nothing to threaten, just like describing a very simple thing.

Those in the distance, looking at the purple fronts, somehow raised an unknown chill in their hearts, which caused them to strike a chill.

The faces of these two dozen people in front of us have also changed. Faced with this situation, they are still so calm, either stupid or crazy.

Obviously, the other party is the latter.

In the interest of all, Purple's right hand rested on the knife handle, slowly pulled out the knife handle, a flashing knife, appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Across the street, others are also ready for battle, either with weapons or with other things that can hit people.

The old man sighed low and backed away.

A few more steps forward, the people in front spread apart and surrounded the purple.

Standing in the center, the left hand sheath breaks the knife in the right hand and is alert to the surroundings.

Those people around, their eyes staring dead at Purple.

The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and everyone stared ahead and looked at the forthcoming fighting without saying a word.

“Kill!”

This killing came from the mouth of Holtdis, only to see those who surrounded the purple, and began to strike at the purple.

A sharp black sword stabbed directly at the purple face door. Purple feet made a mistake and dodged the sword.

At the same time, his body turned again and attacked again, rubbing his body past.

“Boo!”

In his left hand, the knife sheath was raised, a long sword fell with its head in its head, blocked by the knife sheath, sounded loud and sparked.

Powerful power, the violet feet of the shock are unstable, the shape of consciousness retreat.

Behind him, a short sword stabbed directly at the back of his heart.

Like the eyes behind you, when the purple retreats, the body rotates with force, and the sheath blocks the short sword one step at a time.

The master of the short sword was struck open with a weapon.

More attacks, coming towards Purple.

The purple complexion remained unchanged and instantly bent back, the attacks rubbed his body, converging over it, and then dispersed.

In the face of many attacks, the purple sheath kept dodging, and the knife sheath in the hand was blocked back and forth. As for the right hand, the knife had never been cut.

“Bang!”

A black long stick, attacked through the lane, struck the purple chest, powerful force erupted, making the purple body unable to retreat independently.

Behind the purple, a man holding the crane's mouth, looking at the purple smile, the gesture had to fall towards the purple head.

Volatile purple, suddenly turning at this moment, a pair of pitch-black eyes, calmly apathetic.

Never broke a knife, chopped at this moment.

Extreme Knife!