Murong Fu dropped the folding fan from his hand, his jaws cracked, and the bones of his arms made an overwhelming sound. His hair spread out due to the shock, and he was forced to take five big steps.

Such a violent impact made his face suddenly turn red, and he felt a sweetness in his throat.

"Master, you go first!"

Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian all roared and charged towards Jiang Dali, and they all struck out with their palms, causing the air to vibrate and surge wildly.

"Brother Deng!"

Murong Fu looked a little hesitant and retreated. He was really unwilling to do so.

But now that he is at a disadvantage, his arms have been injured, and he has also suffered internal injuries. If he wants to move back to the situation and is surrounded by a group of bandits, he will not be able to escape.

"Everyone get out of here!!"

Jiang Dali was as tall as a god, and his roar shook the surrounding trees. He stepped out with a powerful sword that was as heavy as a ton of stone and swept across it!

Buzz buzz——

The nine rings tremble like magic sounds.

The dazzling golden sword light swept across like a tornado.

"Ahh——"

"Evil thief!!"

The defensive air walls set up by Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian all exploded, and they screamed and vomited blood as they flew backwards. They both had an astonishing stab wound on their bodies, and blood splattered, which was shocking.

"Master of Black Wind Village, you must treat my brothers well, otherwise I, the Murong Family, will never let you go!"

Whoosh——

Murong Fu's figure rose and fell several times, and he jumped out of the crowd. He vigorously shook off a group of mountain bandits who were surrounding him and quickly escaped.

"Shoot him!!"

At this moment, the bandit archers and crossbowmen who had been prepared on the hilltop all started shouting violently.

Arch protrusion.

More than a dozen arrows were fired furiously, and the "whooshing" sound pierced the air, which was breathtaking, like dense black spots covering Murong Fu on the mountain road ahead.

Murong Fu shouted wildly, turned his palms quickly, and started to move around again.

In an instant, the angry arrows fell into the vortex air waves circled by his palms. As his figure suddenly turned in a circle, he shot out again quickly.

Whoosh whoosh——

More than a dozen arrows flew back to the top of the mountain.

There was chaos all of a sudden. An arrow penetrated the player's body and was stuck on the rock wall. The arrow body was trembling and making a buzzing sound.

Murong Fu staggered to the ground, unable to suppress it any longer, blood gushed out from his throat, and suddenly spurted out wildly. However, his footsteps did not stop, and he quickly ran down the mountain road.

"Get out of the way!!"

boom!!

A violent momentum pushed away the crowd and rushed to the mountain road. He grabbed a stone with his big hand and threw it violently with the force of his arm.

Whoosh whoosh!

The stones tore through the air like bullets, causing sharp air waves to shoot out.

Murong Fu, who was running away in front, let out a long cry of grief, anger and aggrievedness. He hurriedly avoided the situation and narrowly escaped around the corner of the mountain road before disappearing.

"Asshole!"

Jiang Dali's eyes widened in anger, two rays of cold light that seemed to be solid shot out, and he suddenly slapped a cypress tree standing beside him with his palm.

There was an explosion.

The branches of the cypress tree as thick as a bowl trembled and broke with a sudden sound, which frightened the group of bandits approaching from behind to shiver and take a few steps back. They all stared in front of them with fear and awe, exuding a fiery and frightening aura. They were as strong as a big mountain. A fierce and domineering man.

"Hmph! Assuming that Murong Fu is lucky, next time if this kid still goes to Zhenlong Chess Game to join in the fun, I will catch him again soon."

Jiang Dali snorted coldly and turned around. His black cloak fluttered in the mountain wind, revealing his strong and muscular back.

He looked behind him at the group of young men from Black Wind Village who looked in admiration and awe. His eyes were cold and calm, revealing his strong self-confidence and arrogant pride. He suddenly grinned and let out a wild laugh that shook the mountaintops.

"From now on, the names of Nan Murong and Bei Qiao Feng will be changed. They will be called Nan Dali and Bei Qiao Feng. Young ones, did you hear that? Hahahaha——"

"Southern Dali, Northern Qiaofeng!"

"Nan Dali! Nan Dali! Nan Dali!!"

"Black wind, black wind, black wind!!"

"giaogiaogiao!! The boss is so powerful!"

Upon hearing this, a group of bandits from Heifeng Village all started shouting with excitement and enthusiasm.

Even if there were a few bandits who suddenly thought that Huizhou was not in the south and Heifeng Village was not in the south, as soon as they thought of it, they immediately held it back and started to scream along with them pretending to be confused.

everybody knows.

The leader of the village is in high spirits, so be sure not to let him dampen his spirits, otherwise the consequences will be serious!

In the living room not far away, the Wudang Clan, Shennong Clan and others who had been alarmed and walked out were all shocked. They looked at the tall man who was laughing wildly on the mountain road and was surrounded by a group of bandits, and felt their hearts trembling.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

Sikong Xuan's heart was beating hard, his spine was tight, and his clenched palms were full of sweat. He was secretly glad in his heart, "...Fortunately, I was smart and not impulsive before, otherwise...

..I’m afraid life would be worse than death.”

"Tie up all these weaklings and take them to a dark cell. After bandaging their wounds, they will be locked up and ready to receive guests!"

In the yard over there, Jiang Dali's loud voice, as loud as a lion's tiger, came.

Immediately, a group of bandits cheered like wolves and tigers, grabbed Deng Baichuan, Yue Buqun and others, controlled them, tied them up quickly with hands and feet, and took them to a dark cell.

"The master of the Black Wind Village is truly a warrior. The Murong Family's retainers are all not inferior to me in strength. They are all masters of the village, but now they are all prisoners!"

Wudang Yu Daiyan took a breath, looked at the reveling bandits over there with a complicated expression and sighed.

When a group of Wudang Clan players heard this, they all had complicated expressions, and they even had a hint of envy, jealousy, and depression.

I think they are all disciples of a famous sect like Wudang, but in terms of reputation, strength and welfare, they are not as good as this group of smelly and vulgar bandit players who hang out in Black Wind Village.

And... beside this group of bandit players, there were actually a group of bandit ladies wearing tiger skin skirts and holding small whips.

There are actually not as many beautiful players who have joined Wudang Mountain as female bandits who have joined Black Wind Village. How sad and depressing is this?

I watched a group of young men busy arresting all the people and taking them to the dark cell.

Jiang Dali crossed his arms across his chest, looking pleased and satisfied. His eyes moved and he looked at the panel that had just vibrated a few times.

The Qi and blood value that came into view was floating around 7223. Under the operation of the Nine Suns Wedding Clothes Magic Art, it slowly climbed up and recovered.

"Murong Fu is not weak anymore. That old boy Yue Buqun just scratched me. Linghu Chong only hurt me a little. Murong Fu actually massaged me and knocked out more than 2,000 qi and blood."

..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Dali's expression darkened slightly, he frowned and endured the pain, running acupuncture-like internal energy through his body to recover the internal injuries that had been shocked out of the fight just now.

Compared with my own feelings, it is obvious that the data presented on the panel is clearer and more accurate.

Linghu Chong's heart-piercing sword actually didn't cause much harm to him.

However, the fight with Murong Fu caused some internal injuries due to the opponent's strength.

This also shows how powerful the battle is. To use the enemy's strength to fight against the enemy is like hitting myself. How can I not be hurt?

"But Murong Fu is obviously more seriously injured. He is not as strong as me. If we fight like this, he will die in the end!"

Jiang Dali snorted coldly and looked at the several messages prompted on the panel.

Among them is the influence gained after defeating and capturing Yue Buqun and Murong Fu...

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Chapter completed!