Although this figure could not arrive in an instant, his voice made those thieves suddenly recover a lot of fighting spirit.

Yes, although this young man is like a god, he is only a ten-rank martial artist after all, he can kill a Shen Tuhong, but he will definitely die in the hands of himself and others.

The position of the owner of the village represents not only power, but also countless benefits.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the crazy screams, dozens of thieves rushed towards Zheng Ming frantically.

At this time, Zheng Ming felt that his blood was burning!

With the swing of the spear, Shen Tuhong's body was smashed by Zheng Ming towards four or five thieves who rushed towards him. At the same time, the golden dragon of the coiling dragon marksmanship nodded wildly and attacked the four thieves who rushed towards him.

Panlong marksmanship, a total of 36 styles!

At the moment when Zheng Ming activated Zhao Yun's card, the thirty and sixty dragon marksmanship was like an imprint, deeply imprinted in Zheng Ming's heart.

Dacheng-level marksmanship, in the eyes of several thieves, was as fast as lightning, and the two thieves flashed fast, and the rapidly shaking tip of the spear only left a deep hole in their chests.

The other two thieves were not so lucky, although they waved their weapons to resist, they couldn't tell the difference between the two who were the real spear tips, and they were directly stabbed through the neck by the tip of the spear that came quickly.

Especially the last skinny thief was directly provoked by Zheng Ming with a spear and thrown into the distance with a wave of his hand.

Like a storm, Zheng Ming made thirty-six moves in the blink of an eye. Of the thieves who surrounded him, more than a dozen fell under his robe.

The horses were moving forward, Zheng Ming's spear was waving, and there were constantly corpses, falling to the ground.

Zheng Ming, who was moving forward on the prancing horse, was no longer a piece of fat in the eyes of those thieves who were originally going to take advantage, but a god of death.

For a time, the thieves were in chaos, some fled, some blocked, and it became a mess.

Taking advantage of this chaos, Zheng Ming's horse drove faster, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the thief's defensive circle.

The Zheng family, who was standing on the hillside, said a few words at first, but when Zheng Ming rushed to the middle of the camp, they all closed their mouths.

Because at this moment, they all understand one thing, that is, no matter what they say, it is pale and powerless.

"Heroes are like that!"

In the end, the second elder gave these four words, these four words can be said to be a thousand words, but in the eyes of everyone, Zheng Ming is worthy of these four words.

"Boy, you give me death!" In the crowd of thieves, a figure, like a bat, quickly rushed towards Zheng Ming.

In this person's hand, there was a slender knife with a length of three feet, and the moment he shouted at Zheng Ming, he slashed at Zheng Ming seventeen times in a row.

Seventeen knives are a piece of knife light.

The thieves who were originally surrounding Zheng Ming all retreated at this moment, and their eyes were full of respect.

"It's the seventeen knives of the six masters, and it's the six masters who have made a move!"

"The killer knife of the six masters, this kid is dead!"

"No matter how powerful he is, he can't stop the desperate knife of our six masters, hehe, this time, the six masters will at least cut him into thirteen pieces!"

Seventeen Blades of Desperation, one of the two great tricks of the six masters of Hanyun Zhai Chasing Wind Bats, eight-grade lower-level martial arts, since the debut of the Chasing Wind Bat, I don't know how many people have died under this Seventeen Blades.

The Seventeen Swords of Despair are not only fast, but more importantly, his continuity, one knife after another, even if it is a nine-rank martial artist, sometimes it can't be stopped.

What's more, Zheng Ming is just a ten-rank martial artist.

The internal strength of a tenth-rank martial artist is too different from the internal qi of a ninth-grade martial artist, and the innate gap makes it even more difficult for him to take the seventeen swords.

On the peaks on both sides of the valley, the people of the Zheng family looked solemn, and the Great Elder had already set off in the air at this moment.

Because he felt that at this time, although it was not the best time, this was the last chance that Zheng Ming created for him.

Under the seventeen swords, Zheng Ming will definitely die. Only by relying on this moment can he rush out.

The second elder's palm struck a stone, and the stone was broken into powder, and the second elder's palm was also cracked with blood.

"Such a hero, if he doesn't grow up, he will die here, we are sorry for the ancestors of the Zheng family!"

I'm sorry for the ancestors and ancestors, this sentence is very serious, Zheng Zhongwang, as the head of the family, his face turned pale, but he couldn't refute it.

In fact, he himself clearly knew that if Zheng Ming died here, he, as the head of the family, would definitely be sorry for his ancestors and ancestors.

After all, such a heroic figure, if nothing else, will definitely become the optimus jade pillar of the Zheng family and lead the Zheng family to new glory.

And now, he's going to die here!

The people of the Zheng family are looking at Zheng Ming, and the people of Hanyun Village are also looking at Zheng Ming!

Luo Yuanhao, the master of Hanyun Village, was on the way to Zheng Ming's place, and he looked at the seventeen knives that had gathered into a cloud of knives and stopped.

"The relationship between the sixth and the fifth is the best, if it weren't for the sixth humility, with these seventeen knives, the fifth would not be able to sit in the fifth position of the cottage!" The white-clothed scribe standing beside Luo Yuanhao said to Luo Yuanhao in a deep voice.

Luo Yuanhao nodded and said: "The sixth and fifth were lifelong friendships before they invested in our Hanyun Village. ”

"This time, his fateful seventeen knives will definitely be able to cut that Zheng Ming into eighteen sections, but unfortunately, this young man can also be regarded as a hero!"

The white-clothed scribe smiled and said, "No matter how heroic you are, as long as you are dead, you are just a dead person." ”

"Dazhai master, the Zheng family sent this kid to break into the camp, I think they are fighting the idea of attacking the east and west, we must not let someone surnamed Zheng escape, in that case, it will be quite unfavorable for us. ”

Luo Yuanhao was just about to speak, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the wind-chasing bat that was rapidly retreating.

The wind-chasing bat was retreating, and the spear in the young man's hand was like a poisonous dragon at this time, separating the wind-chasing bat's long knife, and strangely stabbed towards the wind-chasing bat's ribs.

Three feet, two feet, one foot......

The space for the Wind Chasing Bat to dodge became smaller and smaller, and even in the end, the spear was already close to the Wind Chasing Bat's body.

The Wind Chasing Bat deserves to be the Wind Chasing Bat, and at the moment when the spear was about to stab him in the body, his whole person took a spin in the void, and narrowly let the tip of the spear come over. But just when his brilliant means had just taken effect, the spear in Zheng Ming's hand suddenly went sideways.

The gun turned into a stick and smashed heavily on the shoulder of the wind-chasing bat.

This stick smashed the wind-chasing bat out directly, although it couldn't hurt his life, it made the wind-chasing bat fall directly to the ground like a rag bag.

From the seventeen knives chasing the wind to the wounding of the wind-chasing bat, this is just a blink of an eye, and for a while, the huge Far Camel Mountain is silent.

"Okay!" On the valley, the voice of the Zheng family's disciples was like thunder at this moment!

Almost no one could see clearly what had just happened, and many people didn't know why the Seventeen Blades of the Wind Chasing Bat didn't work.

It was obviously a killer seventeen knives, and it was obviously a knife cloud that was difficult to dodge, which not only allowed Zheng Ming to take it, but was also taken advantage of by Zheng Ming and made the wind-chasing bat fall into a trap.

The thieves, who had been watching from all sides, could not calm down at this time, and they were very close to the two of them, so they became one of the few people who knew about the situation.

Seventeen knives of chasing life, one knife is as fast as a knife Seventeen knives of chasing life were blocked, and the spear in the young man's hand seemed to have a kind of magic power, and almost every moment when the knife was slashed, it blocked the knife momentum.

That kind of precision is something they have never seen in their lives. They felt that even the big village owner they admired the most in their lives couldn't do this.

But the boy did it, and the boy almost accomplished what they remembered as almost impossible.

Moreover, the young man not only blocked seventeen shots, but also took advantage of the fact that the old power of his six village masters was exhausted and the new power was not born, and he attacked seven shots in a row.

In other words, the boy fired twenty-four shots in one breath. These twenty-four shots not only saved the young man's life, but also almost lost his life.

However, even if there is hatred for Zheng Ming in his heart, there is no slander against Zheng Ming for this victory at this time. Because, they themselves clearly saw that Zheng Ming won it completely by his own strength.

"Rush out!" Zheng Ming waved his spear and jumped on his horse, rushing straight ahead.

In the blink of an eye, the camp composed of thousands of people had been rushed by Zheng Ming, and some of the thieves in front of them couldn't help but avoid the moment they saw Zheng Ming.

The wind-chasing bat got up from the ground, and although his injuries were not light at this time, the hatred in his eyes was a little more.

"Don't let that kid run away, he's just a ten-rank martial artist, kill him, and the lord of the village will have a heavy reward. ”

In the shouts of the wind-chasing bats, people who were not afraid of death began to rush towards Zheng Ming. Many bandits rushed towards Zheng Ming's position from all directions.

"Kill him and avenge the Lord of Wuzhai!"

"He doesn't have three heads and six arms, he is already the end of the crossbow!"

"Whoever kills him is the master of Wuzhai!"

In the crazy roar, Zheng Ming had already run out of hundreds of zhang, the spear in his hand trembled, and he continued to kill the thieves on the spot.

Soaring all the way, blood all the way, a lot of blood stains, were splashed on Zheng Ming's body, but under the spear, no one could block Zheng Ming's way.

Zheng Ming's body was not unharmed, and in Zheng Ming's feelings, there were at least two weapons that cut down his body.

But these two weapons, after cutting him down, were blocked by the golden jade immortal body on his body, and those weapons did not hurt him in the slightest.

"Brothers, work hard, we're going to rush out!" Zheng Ming shouted loudly as he looked at the only dozen thieves in front of him.

With his shouting, those thieves quickly dodged, and a few thieves couldn't dodge, and even died directly under Zheng Ming's spear.

Zheng Ming's spear, for most thieves, is like a chain of life, making them unable to dodge.

The spear jumped on the horse, and in an instant, it rushed out again.

Shouting and killing, everything, at this moment, has been left behind by Zheng Ming, in his ears, there is the howling of the wind, and there is the trembling of the earth.

The children of the Zheng family on the valley let out deafening cheers one by one the moment they saw such a situation.

They didn't want their heroes to die, and their heroes, in this mortal situation, not only did not die, but rushed out.

He really rushed out! Breaking out of the encirclement is to live!

It was almost impossible to be true, and it came true in the hands of a teenager under the age of fourteen!