Xing Zhen often gives people the opportunity to correct mistakes, but killing people is just for money. It is the most important thing to violate the deceased and not even let go of the corpse. People who use it as human meat buns do not need to give them the opportunity to correct mistakes.

These people are outrageously wrong. I am sorry for the people they have harmed. There is no need to correct the mistakes, just leave them for the next life.

Qiu Tan roared over thirty cavalry, each of whom dragged one or two corpses of varying sizes on his horse's back.

They came with orders and threats, and were waiting to collect the body of Gongzi Wenxuan if they didn't make human buns. They were fearless. The big man had recently come to the village, so they could protect the village without worries.

The iron cage, which is high above the Tiejuan Mountain, has compromised in front of the so-called great figure in their eyes. The current Tiejuan Mountain is up to their Wujia Village.

On the corridor of the shop attic, there was a middle-aged man, a young man with a sword and a snow-white puppy.

Xing Zhen asked curiously: Ask the seniors who have been bandits before? How could they understand the traps of the organs?

Wen Chengzhi scratched his head: Mr. Xing was joking, I am serious. Some things are born with the same roots and bones as the roots of martial arts, and you can do it without having to learn it deliberately.

On the contrary, you have ever been a bandit before? When setting up traps, they are not inferior to me at all.

Although Xing Zhen lost his memory, the puppy had told the bandits about his experience. He did not hide it and admitted frankly: It is true.

Asked Cheng Zhi and smiled: The bandits are not necessarily bad people.

Xing Zhen could not give a definite answer, so he shrugged and smiled.

The puppy is very sure: there are good people in the bandits.

The two of them stood in the attic, as if they had ignored the thirty riders who were walking on the dust in front of them.

The mountain road is not spacious, only for three riders to line up. At the same time, the legs of the three riders in front were bent, and it seemed that something was being moved down.

The momentum of forward rushing remains unabated, the three-legged horse's four-legged horse's hooves remain in place, and the body rushes to the front. The person on the horse's back rolls into the distance.

This group of bandits had good horse riding skills, and they were not panicked at all in the chaos in the front and the rear. There were six horses in two rows in a row in the rear, whipping and whipping to sit down the butt of the horse.

The horse bent his legs and bounced, passing the three riders who fell to the ground in front one after another. The movements were quite consistent in one go, and it was not easy to make such a reaction in the first and second breaths.

The six cavalry landed one after another, and the ground collapsed. The dust flew and howled continuously, of course, the wailing lasted for only a moment.

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Wu Tan stretched his neck and looked at the big pit in front of him, shivering.

The moonlight is bright and clearly visible, and the dense swords and swords in the pit are standing upside down. The bright blades reflect the moonlight, which is particularly cold.

The six horses and six people who had just fallen into the big pit and the hunched corpse on horseback all became sieve eyes.

Wutan looked around, and the road was surrounded by unkempt ancient trees. Each big tree was about ten feet tall, and at least three people could embrace it.

Even if there is an ambush in the woods, the group will not fall into the trap if they don’t step on. Wutan shouted loudly after reassurance: Ask Chengzhi, are you going to stay with our Wujia Village? It seems that you don’t care about Wenxuan’s life and death.

Ask Chengzhi smiled but said nothing.

Xing Zhen looked up and sighed: Hey, the moon is not dark and the wind is not high, it is not a perfect murder night.

"Puppy, you'd better come on.

The puppy's eyes were rolling, and he couldn't see the black pupils. He hummed from his nose: If you have the ability, you can do it.

With a click, the sword box opened, and the flying sword humanity and accident turned into two fireflies. The two flying swords separated on both sides of the road, and flashed like lightning.

The trajectory of the flying sword sliding constantly came out with the banging sound of the reins cracking.

Wutan was shocked and hurriedly shouted: Retreat quickly, retreat quickly.

How could the horse turn around and flee with the speed of flying swords that are known for their speed?

The towering ancient trees on both sides collapsed and collapsed one after another toward the middle of the road. The remaining more than 20 riders suddenly fell over and over.

If you are unlucky, you are hit by a tree trunk, and you will be photographed into a meat paste. It is not suitable for killing people, and your life will be harvested.

Wen Chengzhi's depression that had been depressed for a long time was finally able to vent, and he laughed: Haha, please feel free. I couldn't wait to jump out of the attic, step forward and raise my fist and bang.

Wu Tan pedaled and sat down on the back of the horse, jumped up, and the nine-ring big swords burst out. The sword aura burst out, and chopping the big tree was as easy as cutting tofu.

He rushed through the branches and jumped through the pit ahead, and the wind was rippling all over his body. However, before he could land, he saw Wen Chengzhi raising his fist to kill him.

Wu Tan rushed to the crossbar, and with a bang, the two sides of the collision retreated one after another.

Wutan lost the opportunity before his body was stable, and he had a slight advantage in the first collision. His steps were backwards and almost fell into the big pit behind him.

Seeing this, Wen Chengzhi almost regretted Qing. He thought that he was not useful, and even if he had more strength, he could easily solve the opponent.

He was disappointed and was not discouraged. He took a little stability and came out again. He was completely different from the shopkeeper in the shop, and his moves were not very strange. However, when he was using it, he was more like a veteran who had been through the battlefield.

Xing Zhen watched it for a moment and was generally relieved. Both of them were warriors in Ningxuan Realm. Wen Chengzhi had more experience and abandoned his fancy and beautiful movements, and used direct killer moves.

In comparison, Wutan is much worse than that. He has a strong aura in the world and is more concerned about the completion of moves.

The two of them fought, which was a battle between martial artists and military martial artists. Too many examples prove that warriors from military martial arts have more advantages.

This is also the reason why there are great masters and masters in the world who dare not go to war with the court easily.

Fighting with the same realm is often a defeat in the world, and the overall combat awareness and order execution are even more incomparable to military and military forces.

It is only a matter of time to be sure to win by asking Cheng Zhi. The punishment is really no longer a matter of worrying about the death. Take the puppy with you to reap the remaining lives.

Those who escaped by chance were mostly broken by big trees. What Xing Zhen and the puppy had to do was to go up and make up for a sword to make sure that the bandits had not missed it.

They had no choice. If someone was lucky enough to die, they would run back to the camp to inform the news first. The bandits were furious and killed the Wenxuan sacrifice flag first. Wouldn't all the plans be defeated?

Wen Chengzhi was very satisfied with carrying the Nine Rings Sword. It was not a magic weapon. It was no problem to cut iron like mud, it was much stronger than to have bare hands and fists. The original owner of the Nine Rings Sword naturally had the sword to change his ownership only after the person died.

The two of them and one of them did not delay and rushed to Wujiazhai at night.

Xing Zhen's instinctive reaction was still there, and Wen Chengzhi was born to be close to the trap of the mechanism, and the puppy's keen nose.

The mechanism traps of Qiujiazhai became decorations, and the secret whistles in the grass and woods were silently pierced through the eyebrows by flying swords and flying knives.

The Wujia Village is very good at enjoying it. Although I moved here shortly, I actually built a pavilion in the middle of the village.

There is a stone table in the center, and there are stone benches around the stone table. Two men sat opposite each other, one of whom was five or six points similar to Wutan, but was a little older but very respectful.

A young man with a little stingy eyebrow and a purple skin. In terms of appearance, purple qi is a good sign.

But the young man's purple aura gives people a strange feeling. In addition, this person's nose has no flesh and cheek bones protruding behind his ears can be seen clearly.

The eyes are covered with whites, and the remaining black-eyed kernel sesame seeds are the size of them. If you don’t look carefully, you will mistakenly think that you have no pupils.

There are heavy eyebrows, and one more eyebrow at the ends of the eyebrows. The typical appearance of the stingy eyebrows and mouse eyes is more vivid with the purple and weird color.

In contrast, the fragrance of wine overflowing on the stone table smells much more comfortable.

The man with a stingy eye raised the wine glass and drank it all, then picked up a piece of fried golden meat.

He praised: Since I ate cooked human flesh, I can't forget the taste.

After a bite, he spit out just after chewing for a few seconds, cursing: What a bullshit, the last time he fryed human meat didn't taste this way, were you using Ah Cat and Ah Dog's meat to fool me?

Wuya, opposite, quickly stood up and bent down to reimburse him: What did Mr. Zi say? I would give us a hundred courage to cheat you. This is indeed human flesh, and it may be because the chef's skills are not good and not good.

Seeing that Zi Gao was unmoved, Wu Ya explained carefully: Mr. Zi is a little calmer. After the flesh of the human at the foot of the mountain is out of the pot, he will deliver it to you as soon as possible.

Zi Gao enjoyed this kind of attentive service and his attitude eased slightly. Suddenly, he remembered something and immediately became unstable again.

Didn’t you ask you to fry Wenxuan? His skin and tender meat must be delicious. A couple at the foot of the mountain don’t have to mind. After my elder brother and I handle the things in our hands, we will go down and slaughter them.

Zi Gang became more and more impatient: Go and go and do it now. It is best to come back with the human bun, I want to taste all kinds of delicious foods.

Wuya carefully explain: Mr. Zi is a little calmer. After the flesh of the human at the foot of the mountain is out of the pot, he will deliver it to you as soon as possible.

As the head of Wujiazhai, Wuya has no temper at all. He laughed and nodded and bowed: Mr. Zi dared not to obey the instructions. What you just spit out was Wenxuan's flesh.

It's impossible, the meat is hard and hard, it's simply old sow meat. Zi Gao directly rejected it and glared at him, which was like lying to kill my whole family.

Wu Ya whispered: Maybe the chef did not master the heat and fryed it for too long. Mr. Zi, please wait, I will chop the chef and treat it as your dish.

Wuya had just turned around and was about to step out of the pavilion, when a nine-ring sword swept across the sky. The sword aura suddenly roared into a wind, with great momentum and heavy force.

Wu Ya hurriedly dodged, and the stone bench behind him was chopped into two.

He saw clearly the appearance of the Jiuhuan Big Sword and asked sternly: "Question Chengzhi, what's wrong with you?"

The shopkeeper who did not protect Mr. Wenxuan well replied coldly in anger: It has been made into a bun.

He kept his skills while speaking, and raised his legs and kicked at the stone bench in both halves. Two rocks shot, and the shopkeeper's knife followed him out.

It’s not that Zi Gang didn’t want to lend a helping hand, but that he was blocked by a man with a sword.

Xing Zhen reveals it in one sentence: A guest from a foreign land?

Zi Gang Oh? He said, and asked in a playful way: How did you see it?

Xing Zhen raised his hand to explore the hilt of the sword of Xing Zhuo, looked down at the puppy, and then got the confirmation and beat him one by one: Demon clan, the man-eating demon clan.

Zi Gang nodded and did not deny it: So what? It seems that you are also a foreigner and a human race in the Dragon Continent.

Xing Zhen rubbed the hilt of the sword but did not draw the sword. When Zi Ting on the opposite side spoke, Xing Zhen didn't listen at all.

Instead, he asked and answered: who did he punch for?

Human race.’

Why punching?

Eat people.

Is it right or wrong to punch?

right.

He shouted: "Puppy, look at the other people in the village."

Xing Zhen jumped high on the ground, rubbed the palm of the sword hilt and smashed it under his fist. At the same time, he shouted: The little puppy, the other people in the village, kill as much as they come.

Xing Zhen furiously, and the momentum burst out from the sky. Even Zi Gang's big demon body, after raising his arm, his whole arm was sore and numb.

Then, without waiting for him to make any move, Xing Zhen kicked the leg in the air after a punch. Dangdang's legs hit Zi Gang's chest, and the latter flew backwards like a broken kite.

Zi Gang, who was flying backwards, felt like a firecracker was lit in his body. There was a constant crackling sound, and purple blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

There are no weak people who can come to the Qisha Blessing Land. Zi Gang just missed the first move by being sneaked into the scene. The big monster is ultimately a big monster, and his physique is different from that of ordinary people.

The opportunity surged during the flight backwards, and the purple arcs of both palms lingered.
Chapter completed!