Chapter 523

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Time passed quietly.

Unconsciously, the sky began to dim and the night came quietly. Darkness has covered the whole world, and its tolerance is boundless. Is so deep, so vast.

Darkness is the hotbed of sin.

Is the source of darkness. It's also the best battlefield for killing. No matter how many killings, under the cover of darkness, they will return to silence.

Squeak!!

Just as the night was getting darker, I heard a clear sound of pushing the door in the thatched house.

The sound was not loud, but in the dark night, Yi Tianxing, even Fu Hongxue and others subconsciously opened their eyes and looked at the position of the thatched cottage. I only saw that the door of the thatched house had been opened, and the figure of the old farmer came out impressively, carrying a hoe in his hand.

"Hey, hey, sorry. I didn't bother you."

The old farmer looked over in the twinkling of an eye and saw the eyes of Yi Tianxing and others falling on him. He grinned with a simple and honest smile and said with a smile.

"No, it's already evening. Why don't I rest? I'm carrying a hoe. I'm going to go to the field. I don't have to rush to work for a while. I'd better have more rest at night."

Yi Tianxing smiled calmly.

"Hehe, my old man is like this. Just before going to bed, he suddenly thought that there were still some weeds left in the field. You don't know, if this weed is not removed in time, it will become more lush in one night and tomorrow morning. It can completely turn the good land I reclaimed today into wasteland again. It's not good." the old farmer grinned: "Moreover, every night before I go to bed, I play the crop handle. I'm used to it. If I don't do it all day, I'll have a rash on my body and feel uncomfortable all over."

"Oh, old man, you can still play with your hands. What's the point?"

Ye Zhiqiu was interested and asked curiously.

"Hey, it's nothing, nothing. It's just the crop handle style. I figured it out by myself. I can move my muscles and bones." the old farmer said with a smile: "I call it the farmer's three fists!!"

When the last four words were said, the expression was a proud face, a proud face. It seemed to be some great peerless skill. It had the supreme power of destroying the sky and the earth.

"Farmer's three fists?"

Hearing the name, not to mention Ye Zhiqiu, even Fu Hongxue subconsciously pumped a little. He seemed to want to laugh, but didn't laugh. As for ye Zhiqiu, he was completely stunned.

Although he didn't expect much, such a tough name also made him drunk on the spot.

However, the old farmer seemed to be interested and said eagerly, "come on! Come on! Come on! Today, the old man will perform for you, just to move your muscles and bones. It also makes people know that we farmers have strength."

"Don't bother."

Ye Zhiqiu said subconsciously.

"Don't say more. Anyway, old man, I was going to call."

The old farmer said with a smile.

Then he put on his posture, carried the hoe and yelled, grabbed the hoe, waved it towards the wasteland, and shouted, "farmer's three fists - farmer hoes!"

This hoe is no different from hoeing in wasteland at ordinary times. If it falls on the ground, a large piece of soil can be dug up. It is powerful.

This is what a farmer can do.

This is the most common posture and movement in daily life and work. The movement of waving a hoe lasts hundreds, thousands of times or even more every day. This movement of waving a hoe has long become an instinct, which has been integrated into the blood. Let them have a clear understanding of any land. Pick up the hoe and see a piece of land, and you will know that this is true Whether the piece of land is good or bad. How much effort it takes and where to put the hoe.

Practice makes perfect. It's instinct.

Poof!!

When the hoe went down and fell on the ground, you could see that a stream of liquid came out from the ground. It was not water, but blood. The thick smell of blood naturally passed out and appeared in the nose and air.

"It's blood. There's an enemy underground."

Fu Hongxue's pupils coagulated, his eyes narrowed slightly, said with a sneer.

Here, it is obviously impossible to hide in the ground. All his soldiers and soldiers are concentrated here. No one is hidden in the ground. I have to say that his hiding ability is too superb and excellent. It is so excellent that people can get close to such a short distance without any warning or awareness. This hiding means can be called terrible.

If it's a killer, it's almost impossible to avoid killing people nearby.

"Oh, the old man picked up a field mouse with this hoe."

The old farmer was full of strange and dug out the underground corpse together. He only saw that the hoe was impressively hoed on the head of the corpse. It was the middle of the sky Linggai. As soon as the hoe went down, he died. It can be seen from the expression on the corpse that he didn't believe it. I didn't expect that he would die in the hands of an insignificant farmer if he hid in the ground, or was killed He was killed with a hoe.

This is simply the injustice of death and the oppression of death.

His unwillingness was completely revealed on his face.

"Scorpion!!"

While the bodies were pulled out, Yi Tianxing and others secretly whispered. The upper body is a person and the lower body is a scorpion. Its characteristics are too obvious. It is hidden underground. It can still do this. It is a scorpion family. It can be understood that its hiding means and ability to survive underground are too strong. This respect is obviously not an ordinary scorpion, but a strong person at the level of respecting life and environment.

But such a strong man would die under a farmer's hoe. Isn't it a joke to tell.

"Not an ordinary farmer."

Yi Tianxing and Jia Xu looked at each other and saw a dignified color in each other's eyes.

How could an ordinary farmer kill a strong man. Even if you find a position and accidentally hoe it on the other party, it is absolutely impossible to break the defense of a strong man with life and environment. Even subconscious defense can make yourself invulnerable.

Moreover, Yi Tianxing absolutely doesn't believe that hoe. The strong scorpion people underground can't see or feel it. Once they feel it, it's definitely not difficult to hide. But it's just that he didn't hide, or he died under such a hoe. It's weird. It seems to be the most common hoe, but it killed a strong man.

"Look at my farmer's three fists - old cattle ploughing!"

The old farmer looked more excited, threw his hoe and rushed out. That momentum, like an old cow in the field, lowered its head, worked hard, went straight forward, and pulled a Qu pear behind it. The old cattle ploughing the fields are powerful.

In the past, cattle were very expensive and rare. Any one was a baby pimple. Even if you raised a cow, you had to register with the government. You can't kill it. It was like your ancestors. But many farmers can't count on old cattle. The number of cattle is too scarce. Many times, when farming, it is not the cattle that are farming, but the farmers themselves with Qu pears.

It is perfectly normal to treat people as cattle.

To plough, you need endurance and explosive power. The charge was like an old cow.

Bang!!

But in this rush, I saw a violent collision sound in the air ahead without warning, as if it had hit some obstacle.

Poof!!

Blood spewed out on the spot. It wasn't the old farmer, but I saw that a figure in black was knocked out, even bleeding from his mouth. Even visceral fragments gushed out. Impressively, you can see that this is a very handsome spirit. However, the spirit emits a dark smell. After being hit by this, his eyes are closed, and there is no sound in the air.

He was killed by the old farmer's head.

"Where did this guy come from? How did he get in front of my head? No wonder I was killed by my old cow plowing." the old farmer gave a strange cry when he looked at the spirit who had fallen to the ground without a sound.

"The dark elves, the killers in the dark, are one of the best at hiding. They hide around and are knocked out by a head. It's just a joke."

Jia Xu also had some savings on his face.

Dark elves, which is a terrible race among elves, are different from normal elves. They have a lot of abilities and are quite strange. They always live in the underground world. They are enemies of life and death. When they meet, they kill you and me. The art of assassination is quite terrible. This can be seen from hiding to nearby without being noticed.

It's no joke that a top dark elf will be killed by a farmer.

"Farmer's three fists - old man's cart!!"

The old farmer stepped forward again, clenched his hands and made a look as if he were pushing a scooter in his hands. He pushed forward with two fists.

Bang!!

I only heard two muffled grunts. I only saw that the two werewolves were hit by a fist. This time, the two werewolves flew out in the air. In mid air, their bodies were stiff and hit the ground heavily. Motionless, obviously, dead.

Death is clean.

They are also two powerful people.

Hiss!!

In this scene, ye Zhiqiu also took a breath on the spot, and his eyes looked at the old farmer in horror.

What kind of farmer is this? It's just a butcher and executioner,

The farmer's three fists are a little scary.

One hoe kills one, one head kills the other.

Two fists, two dead.

The farmer's three fists killed four strong people in such a few breaths.