In the wilderness of Qilu, dusk is coming, and golden light shines from the sky, reflected on the swaying wild grass. The so-called old vines and old trees and crows have a kind of desolate beauty.

If there are literati and poets here, they might even be excited about poetry and write a few bad poems that are so sad.

But at this time, outside the abandoned village, there is another scene, which is far away from the setting sun in the sky.

"Ha! Want to scare grandpa?"

The bandit leader was also startled by the strange sword.

But he quickly calmed down, waved the long sword in his hand, pointed at the crooked banner behind him, and shouted to Xiao Tie:

"Look your dog's eyes widen, look, have you seen the flag of Grandpa?"

Xiao Tie looked up and saw two lines of large characters embroidered on the wrinkled flag behind the leader's horse's back.

"The world is injustice and the world is broken."

Ha, it’s a non-city person!

The shopkeeper hiding at the entrance of the village was so scared that he fought with his legs and almost urinated.

But Xiao Tie is not afraid.

He held a heavy sword and shouted loudly:

"Since you are a hero who is not a village, you should not oppress us if you change. Didn't your village leader say you want to 'practice for the heaven'?"

"King Law?"

The bandit leader laughed, and a group of mobs behind him laughed.

After he finished laughing, he shook his single sword in his hand and shouted to the brother behind him with a grim smile:

"We are the king's law in this Qilu land! Hand over the goods! We only take 30% of them to ensure you are safe!"

This shameless speech completely eliminated the little good impression of the so-called "the world's No. 1 village" in his heart. He grabbed the heavy sword and shouted loudly:

"Don't think about it! I won't give you a single point!"

"So brave!"

The bandit leader grabbed the reins of the horse and rushed towards Xiao Tie, and he shouted:

"Brothers, destroy this group of unjust dead ghosts! The leader, let's drink your heart!"

Seeing the leader speak, seven or eight people howled and rushed forward.

Seeing their hideous faces and twisted muscles, Xiao Tie knew that today's matter would be fine.

He thought about the words that Shen Qiu warned him before leaving, and then he felt his heart sting.

With a shout, the iron heavy sword was lifted up with one hand.

The Canghai Sword Technique swept thousands of times!

Amid the sound of chain vibration, Xiao Tie waved his sword with one hand, and his divine power burst out. In cooperation with the iron heart judgment in his body, the extremely heavy sword was like a feather in his hand.

It swept out into front of you like waving an iron rod.

"Clang"

With a loud bang, the sword blade hit the head of the fastest leader, and broke the war horse's long neck to the waist.

The horse, along with the bandits on the horse, was like a bag full of water being pierced.

Blood splashed out, and the crazy bandit leader was killed by a sword without even snorting.

The minion behind him looked around with his eyes wide open.

But the war horse was still galloping, but it was not something that could stop for a while.

Moreover, the small iron sword style has already started. Unless the strength is exhausted, the heavy sword that is swinging cannot stop no matter what.

After chopping the first person with the man and the horse, the blade continued to move forward, and the second person and the horse were also knocked to the ground by the blade.

His spine was broken and he couldn't survive.

The third person was lucky. The force on the heavy sword was offset by the first two horses, but the third person seemed to be hit by a siege hammer and was hit by the heavy sword at the waist.

The man couldn't resist it, so he could only fly to the right with the movement of Xiao Tie's sword swing.

The fourth person was also knocked away from the horse.

He vomited blood from his mouth, and Xiao Tie turned his wrist and smashed it hard on the fifth man like a sandbag.

The war horse was hit by the smell of blood and ran around in shock, trampling the flesh-and-blooded soil and the corpse to a terrible sight.

The last person who rushed over was thrown to the ground in a dirt face. Seeing his companion in front of him being trampled on by a frightened horse, his mouth was spitting blood, and there were internal organ fragments in his blood, he couldn't survive at all.

He was so scared that he screamed endlessly, and his crotch was wet.

The guy screamed and got up, running towards the bandits who were constantly retreating behind him.

Behind him, Xiao Tie shook his head and waved the heavy sword in his hand again.

This time it was not a chop, but a hit.

It was like a terrifying war hammer hitting the man, knocking him out like a basketball, and he was flying over a foot away, falling in front of the stunned bandits behind him.

Their bodies were covered in blood, and the frightened war horses were neighing endlessly. These goods seemed to be scared out of fear.

And the bandit who was smashed away by the little iron, the lower half of its body was gone.

"Bang"

The blood-stained sword in Xiao Tie's hand was pointed at the ground full of flesh and blood.

He stood in the blood, still as simple and honest as before, but in the eyes of the remaining bandits, he was as terrifying as Hell Shura.

He shouted to the frightened bandit in front of him:

"Exit!"

At the smallest entrance to the village, five bodies had been killed, and three horses were killed. The frightened horses ran everywhere.

Blood was flowing on the ground at the entrance of the village, the corpse cut from its waist seemed so ferocious, and the last wailing sound from the mouth of the deceased.

It also seems like the lingering sound of the beam, and it seems to last for a long time.

The boy fled iron and stood alone in front of a group of bandits, blood flowing under his feet, making the rich boy stand out without anger.

At about two feet away in front of him, the bandits from the right and wrong village were trembling with fear. Several timid people could no longer hold the weapons in their hands, and were frightened by the horrifying scene in front of him.

Although they had the advantage of numbers, the blood-stained sword in the hands of the young man in front of them seemed to be telling them.

They can't win!

No matter what, you can't win.

And outside the confrontation, the shopkeeper hiding in the village and the friends were already stunned.

They were already ready to fight the thief, but the emergence of the iron-cut boy made the group of friends see hope for life.

"I don't want to kill anyone again! Don't force me again!"

The shouts of the boy from the iron were echoing at this dusk, which shocked the bandits as if they were chilling.

"Young man! No!"

Before the bandit could talk to each other, the shopkeeper hiding in the village jumped out in a hurry.

The man in Qilu, who was over 40, was full of anxiety on his face. He waved a firewood-cutting axe and shouted in half:

"Don't be ruthless! These thieves are afraid of you, but not afraid of us... Young man, leave, and they will look for us to take revenge in the future.

What should I do? Young man, you have fulfilled your morality, but you have sent me to the Jedi!"

The experienced shopkeeper broke this, and the remaining guys also reacted and made a loud noise.

Xiao Tie was stunned for a moment,

really.

He thought it was a bad idea.

He thought this too simple.

He was just a passerby, and he could leave after he returned to Jinan. The people behind him still had to rely on this business path to make a living and support his family.

Xiao Tie was kind-hearted and wanted to scare away the thieves and not do more murderous crimes.

The idea is good.

But if there are any future troubles and these thieves seek opportunities to retaliate, how should this group of ordinary guys resist?

There are many troubles in the world and people's hearts are unpredictable.

This is not afraid of thieves stealing, but just fear of thieves thinking about it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Tie's eyes became much colder. He stopped talking. Rehel picked up the sword, used his iron determination, and strode towards his eyes with murderous intent.

This action also made the bandits realize that the disaster was coming, and they didn't want to kill each other.

There was no need for any sweet words, and a few bloody bandits rushed over with their horses, perhaps they could not beat them.
To be continued...