"Everyone goes up together and kill him."

I don't know who shouted, and even this man seemed a little unconfident, with a sense of fear in his voice that was not easy to detect. He tried to squeeze out this sentence from his throat and shouted with a little more momentum, but with a sharp tremor, similar to the sharpness of the spoon scraping on the ceramic that makes people's eardrums hurt.

When the people in the front row saw Wu Yonglin killing four people in a row with the most inconspicuous hand knife, which was not considered a weapon, they had lost the courage to step forward. This naturally included the carefully designed all of this, and the big village leader who showed a gloomy expression on his face, Tan Daoji and Kong Wu were strong and sad.

A certain fierce look of the reckless man behind who was blocked from his sight was ignited by this yin and uneven shout. They used to do whatever they wanted and rob the merchants who came and went, and occasionally they could harm a few women. Killing and leaving a living mouth depends entirely on their mood. Even if some officers and soldiers occasionally entered the mountains to encircle and suppress the enemy, those people had not had time to find the base camp at the end of the iron chain bridge, and had already been beaten to the mountains by these people, and they had never taken others seriously in the past years. When they saw this funny guy wearing a bathrobe climbing into Xuankong Pavilion on the hanging wall like a monkey, they actually showed more jokes in their hearts than shock.

After finding that the person in front was indifferent to a charge similar to an order, the person behind began to push the cowards in front anxiously. The two rows of people in front suddenly opened a gap in the middle. Those who had to force and were eager to make contributions were moved forward involuntarily in this stream of people. Those who had to force the people to make contributions instantly gained courage in the rolling stream. Those who were eager to make contributions became more and more brutal. Without exception, they wanted to cut the ugly monsters that came out of some ghost place in front of them into pieces.

In the attic, in addition to men holding various weapons that were increasingly unable to squeeze, tables, benches, and two urns that were almost half a person tall, were filled with oil that could not be named after the name of the big village master in order to keep the pair of golden gourds in his hand. The thing was easily ignited, and Tan Daoji and the big village master were also indescribable. They were just squeezed by the crowd to the next urn. When they saw those people holding pine and torches in their lives and death, they had to lean into the big jar. The urn was so angry that they shouted: "You turtle sons who were killed by the sky, how far they were, the oil contained in it could ignite the entire building. Before I turned it into a roasted pig, I will take you to light the sky lantern to sacrifice to the sky."

The loud voice of the Great Village Master made the light on the third floor dim in an instant. The big men who were originally rushing to the front line were immediately stunned. They could not capture the true position of Wu Yonglin in the corner. They instinctively waved their swords to the corner where Wu Yonglin was before the lights were bright, but they pounced on the air several times.

Wu Yonglin rushed left and right, with a clever figure as a monkey, and his sword was as fast as a thunder. The sword that slashed the opponent's body in the dangerous sword wind and sword rain was almost never lost. Facing the increasingly narrow space, the ring-headed sword was swung without much skill. One step at a time, it always accurately made the blade make the men on the top of the waves enter a high-speed meat grinding machine. The increasingly thicker and thicker bloody smell made the people around him gradually start to feel uneasy. The person with a little more brilliant head then understood why a gap suddenly cracked the wall of the human wall just now. Wu Yonglin's sharp body technique of killing the sword made the big village master who was watching all this from afar become more and more panicked. He felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, as if there were not enough people in this room to kill this devil.

With a 'bang', one of the two jars that were originally standing in the corner was pushed down at some point. The fear the oil brought to everyone was no less than the ring-headed knife in Wu Yonglin's hand that had been chopped and rolled.

The man holding the pine torch in his hand immediately threw the fire in his hand out the window. Fortunately, there was a high threshold in the aisle on the third floor, and the oil only leaked to the floor on the third floor.

The slippery oil caused great trouble to the men who stepped on the wooden floor. Everyone fell and fell to the ground. Even the leader of the village became as if the girl had first entered her in-laws' house.

"Who the hell did this?"

“It’s too immoral.”

At this time, Wu Yonglin picked up another ring-hand knife from the ground again, and his body was half-kneeling. He inserted the tip of the rolled ring-head knife into the wooden floor to stabilize his body. He held the knife in the other hand horizontally into a defensive posture.

The leader of the village roared angrily, and after a "boom" golden gourd in his hand, a big hole was smashed on the floor. The tung oil finally found the outlet and kept flowing along the cracks to the second floor of the hanging pavilion.

A figure fled from the third floor to the second floor while the chaos was in chaos. Tan Daoji pushed the jar down while everyone was unprepared and squeezed to the door. After seeing the oil that was burning when it was caught on the floor of the second floor, he directly pushed a man holding a pine torch into the vortex of disaster.

The fire ignited the floor slab on the second floor with a "huh" sound. The fire became more and more intense. A thick black smoke almost made everyone breathless.

The man who was pushed into the oil instantly turned into a fire man. When he rushed to the crowded crowd and frightened, a bright line slashed through the air and suddenly came. The fire man instantly turned into two sections, and the horror brought to everyone's heart also disappeared. Tan Daoji's calmness in the face of danger made everyone's face full of gratitude, and the crowd made a small path, allowing the righteous hero in his heart to leave this dangerous battle first.

The fire on the second floor has not yet spread to the third floor, but the oil falling from the gap in the third floor has completely ignited the second floor. The fire snake was following the stairs and the beams and pillars slowly rushed towards the third floor, almost blocking all the people who fought on the third floor who had no time to escape. Some people tried to cross the fire wall and used some oil to turn the brave men into fire people. After the people trapped on the third floor lost the courage to escape and looked for another way out around them.

When everyone used the ladder placed on the third floor as the last straw, the crowd rushed over and rushed over. The crowd of people was stunned and tried to climb up the roof from the ladder. Unfortunately, it seemed to be completely useless. Some were pulled down by others, some were accidentally slipped off the ladder, and the thick smoke poured into the house made them difficult to walk on the bamboo ladder. When the crowd was burning to the door, no one went up the ladder to the top floor.
Chapter completed!