The barbarians were wearing vine-woven armor and were of normal height. They were even a little shorter among normal men, about 1.6 to 1.7 meters, but they were extremely strong, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

A total of thirteen barbarians walked out with a grin, and the scimitar was spinning between their hands. One knife returned, and then another knife flew out like a boomerang.

In just a few seconds, four or five fishermen died in the narrow road, and the rest of them realized.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Escape, run away!"

"Where to escape? If you don't destroy them, the entire fishing village will suffer!" After all, there are still people who are sober, "Do you think your family can escape?"

"What should I do?"

"Stop this, Miss Third, go and call someone quickly."

The girl in the goose yellow skirt hurriedly thanked her and ran away with the people in the town.

The remaining fishermen hurriedly picked up axes to chop wood, shovels to open the way and other weapons...

This path is narrow and may not be in defense.

Dada dada...

The barbarians did not restrain their footsteps at all, because this was also a deterrent force that could defeat the morale of the vulnerable.

"What...what do?" Some fishermen's voice was already trembling and their calves were shaking.

"Just fight..."

"I just said to close the road earlier. If you don't believe it, this barbarian has attracted you."

"Why are you talking about this now? You have to argue for a while and then again."

"Damn...bah!"

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, the fishermen did not dare to speak anymore, and almost all of them held their breath.

...

...

The fishing village has been exaggerated by Buddhist thoughts in the Reincarnation Mountain, and knows that good and evil will be rewarded...

In the vulgar conference hall, several backbones in this village immediately made decisions and then they had their own division of labor.

A burly, tall and dark-skinned fisherman grabbed a harpoon, rushed out of the hall, and shouted:

"The men are following me with weapons!!"

He shouted with great energy. He was obviously a trainer and the kind of person who cultivated true energy.

There are already some people in the village who know martial arts skills, but not many, just a few.

Although there were cowards, most villagers responded.

Men from every household picked up the farm gear and fishing gear and rushed out.

There are also some fishermen doing work, and some people call them.

Xia Ji was sitting on the stone by the river. Behind him were two men in coarse cloth shirts and ran over with a fish-killing knife. "Bai Daxia, Bai Daxia, barbarian invaded. The men in the village have all gone to the mountain pass. You can go and help together."

Another man shouted: "Hisan Bai, although you are from the world, you have settled in our village and are considered a member of our village. Let's go together!"

They were really worried that the Bai surnamed would leave.

No matter how good the surname Bai is, he is a serious swordsman. It is completely different if he is there or not.

Fortunately, the boy did not refuse. He grabbed the sword and turned around and stepped onto the beach, nodding to the two villagers.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, this person with a very poor taste and lazy person, has improved a little.

After all, he is still a responsible man.

Meng Po saw that he grabbed the stick and wanted to follow him, but he was stopped by the villagers. "Miss Wuning, you women and children will take a fishing boat to the river and hide on a sand island in the heart of the river. You will come back after we finish the fight."

Meng Po was reluctant, "No, I will go wherever I go."

The two villagers envied.

Damn, why is his wife so considerate?

Her mother was so scared that she shivered and hurriedly packed her things, she was rushing to get on the fishing boat.

Another villager said, "Where is that? Miss Wuning, those barbarians are all beasts. If you are caught by them, you will..."

Meng Po raised her head and said, "I have a sir to protect me."

The two villagers were stunned.

he?

Master Qingxi said that his skills are useless, so how can he protect you? Even if he is not useless, he may not have a way to do so many barbarians.

"Stop kidding, Miss Wuning, please clean up quickly. The fishing village is here to the east of the fishing dock."

Meng Po didn't care about them at all, but just looked at the swordsman who had walked a long way from afar, and his hands expanded into a loudspeaker, "Hey..."

Xia Ji stopped and turned his head.

He saw a little red face, and the girl shouted from afar: "Sir, can you protect me?"

At this moment...

It seems that there are only two people left by the river.

Xia Ji always felt strange in his heart...

It's like he's performing, but Murong Yanran is showing off her true colors...

But a strange warmth came to his heart.

It seems that the spring breeze has come.

He nodded heavily.

Although he is a mute, he inexplicably gives people a solemn and ritually solemn.

Meng Po smiled with a broken face. The color of the most beautiful woman in this world is like a flower blooming. The two fishermen were stunned and almost unbelievable... There is such a beautiful woman in this world.

And this was when Meng Po disguised herself and deliberately vilified herself.

The girl ran to the blue-shirt swordsman with the mallet in the mallet.

The two fishermen were so sad.

"What to do?"

"Wunning is such a good girl."

"Damn it, why is this Bai surnamed?"

"Forget it, it's too late, so that's all I can do."

...

A group of young and strong combat powers from the fishing village rushed to the entrance of the village to the northwest.

There are about four hundred people.

The leading burly fisherman looked roughly in the distance.

There are only thirty barbarians in total, and there are probably only so many in total.

He immediately shouted, "Just thirty barbarians, come together and kill them!"

The fishermen rushed over with a roar.

But one of those barbarians calmly put the bamboo basket behind him and uncovered it.

A strange gray aura rushed out and spread to all directions, directly crashing into the fishermen who rushed towards them.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

The sound of falling is coming one after another.

Not long after, more than half of the more than 400 people knelt.

"What's this?"

"It's the miasma of the Southern Barbarians... How can these barbarians control this aura?"

Just as he was talking.

Thirty barbarians and thirty scimitars shot out.

The sharp whistling sound came with thirty silver spirals.

At one harvest, thirty fishermen standing outside fell down.

The scimitar swirled in the air and fell into the hands of the barbarians again.
To be continued...