Under this knife, the one-armed bandit and even the bandit leader who had surrounded them from all over the place seemed to have seen the panic of this damn archer.

And the miserable ending.

But the next moment, their hearts suddenly jumped.

I saw that under the faint moonlight and sword light, the archer's face was not panicked at all, and even a faint sarcasm appeared.

"What? He has a backup plan?"

The one-armed bandit was shocked.

But the arrow had to be fired on the string. His sword had already burst out the internal energy in his body. The tiger roared and the blood was boiling, and there was no possibility of retrieval.

"call!"

The fierce sword light came with a murderous intent.

The yellow horses were almost manic, but Yang Yu was not in a hurry and hung the big iron bow on the horse's back, allowing the sword light to come across ten feet.

Just now I touched it from my waist!

Clang!

A sound of sword echoed in the night sky, and the terrifying murderous intent was like moonlight, which had instantly enveloped the surroundings.

The one-armed bandit felt a chill in his heart and a stinging pain all over his body, as if he was pressed against the vital points by a thousand long swords at the same time.

An unprecedented sense of crisis immediately exploded in his heart!

"What?!"

The one-armed bandit's eyes were bloodshot, but they could not see anything.

The sword light occupied all his perspective like a crescent moon!

How is that possible?!

At this moment, a great shock and horror surged in his heart.

His archery skills were almost every time, with strong bows and hard arrows, and he could pass through the skull within a hundred feet.

Who would have thought that his sword technique was even stronger than archery!

laugh!

The next moment, blood was red in front of his eyes, and a rustling sound in his ears seemed to be throwing blood.

"You really think I can only shoot arrows..."

The heavy object landed, and the moment when endless darkness came, he heard a roar from afar and a faint sneer in front of him.

Plop!

In the blood mist in the sky, the headless body slammed heavily on the ground, as if it was hitting everyone's heart!

All the bandits, including the bald man, were stunned.

Except for a few people, most people didn't even see what was going on.

I felt the boss draw his sword and roar up, and the light of the knife flashed, and his head was cut off.

"How could it be?!"

The bandits felt cold in their hearts and completely lost their warmth. Looking at the blood mist, they seemed to be stupid.

It was not until he saw Yang Yu urging his horse to come that he woke up like a dream.

At this moment, it was obvious that the choices of the crowd were different.

The bald man waved his axe and rushed towards him with a ferocious look, while the rest of the people fled in a panic like a defeated dog.

And more bandits were scared and rushed around like headless flies.

clang ~

The sword light swung the axe high, and the remaining strength swept across it.

laugh!

The big bald head flew up and blood splattered.

Yang Yu stretched his muscles and bones, spread his horse and waved his sword, and he used the horse's power to chase and kill him.

A person is not as good as a rat without courage!

Yang Yu was alone in the horse, and dozens of bandits were wailing and fleeing, but none of them had the courage to turn around and fight with him.

One man, one horse, one bow and one knife.

...

"This donor is so fierce!"

Looking at the wasteland full of blood and blood, the old monk wearing a hat and patchwork robes folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

The thin novice monk clasped his hands together, but there was light rolling in his eyes.

"It's a pity that killing will eventually be a small trick, and keeping the precepts is the way!"

The old monk noticed something and shook his head slightly:

"Suming, do you recognize this donor?"

"The disciple's common destiny was killed by him."

Su Ming whispered.

"This is your fate with him!"

The old monk smiled and said:

"If you find the 'Julan Relic' in this trip, you will be allowed to find him to break the fate."

"Everything is empty, where does the fate come from?"

Su Ming sighed slightly:

"Donor Yang is proud of his heart, so he should be free and unrestrained. The disciples have no resentment in their hearts, so how can they say that they have to break up?"

His face was calm, but his heart was silent.

According to the rules of Lanke Temple, if it weren't for Donor Yang, he might have to break the world with his own hands?

"good!"

The old monk nodded and smiled:

"This is a great good word! Su Ming, you really have wisdom. Perhaps this is your master who will rely on you."

Su Ming clasped his hands together and his face was calm:
Chapter completed!