Zhang Shaotian and Zhang Haomeng stood side by side, their eyes locked tightly on the bandit leader, and they felt a trace of strange anger suppressed in it, and their heartstrings immediately tightened.

"It seems that you are not a team of monks sent by the imperial court, why did you come to exterminate us in one fell swoop?" the middle-aged man smiled with a cruel smile behind his hands.

At first, he thought that the enemy had found the door, but when he came out, he found that it was not, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

In order to recover from his injuries, he deliberately used this group of bandits to go down the mountain to catch innocent people, as a nourishment for himself, and in order to avoid being discovered by other cultivation forces, he chose to live in Pingshui Mountain in this town for the time being.

Wait for your own strength to become stronger, and then turn your gaze to other cultivators.

It stands to reason that the current situation does not conflict with the cultivation forces in those places, but why would someone come to encircle and suppress them?

Zhang Shaotian's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "On the orders of the head of the family to sweep away the bandits, you just happened to be unlucky." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed his sharp teeth, and the scarlet blood light in his eyes gradually emerged.

He ...... They are from Anyang County...... One of the four major families, the Zhang family......"

The man with the thief's eyebrows shrunk his neck and said in a low and trembling tone.

Standing with such a terrifying character, I just feel that it is difficult to breathe.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's tattooed face was full of murderous intent.

What kind of bullshit is that the four major families are ridiculous! If they dare to provoke him, they will have to bear a heavy price.

"I don't care where you came from, and now that you're here, don't think about going back. His gaze was as awe-inspiring as a blade, staring at the two men in a fierce tone.

"If you have a tattoo on your face, you think you're ruthless?"

Zhang Hao tilted his head violently, his expression was extremely domineering, and his tone was rampant, "Don't take a mirror to look at yourself, what the hell do you look like!"

"Fourth brother, save some face for the enemy. Zhang Shaotian on the side chuckled a few times.

The man holding the chain hook was frightened by these words, and he could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the middle-aged man's body getting stronger and stronger.

Rumble!

The middle-aged man's black hair danced wildly, and a powerful force suddenly swelled, setting off a turbulent air current.

"You ......"

Cold words came out of his mouth, mixed with monstrous anger.

"Die!"

The middle-aged man's tattooed face was hideous, and a bloody light full of murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Shaotian's face was solemn, he had felt the strangeness of this person from just now, and now once he was sure, he had come to a conclusion in his heart.

"Evil cultivator, I didn't expect the leader of this gang of bandits to be an evil cultivator. He said coldly.

Zhang Haomeng next to him clenched his fists and looked directly at the middle-aged man who exuded a terrifying aura without fear, "No wonder I feel a little familiar, isn't this the same as Ao Feng's traitor!"

There was a mutiny struggle in the family before, and how strong Zhang Aofeng was as an evil cultivator was obvious to all.

I didn't expect that there would be such an enemy in this seemingly ordinary operation to eliminate bandits.

"But that's what makes it interesting. ”

Zhang Hao let out a low snort, his body flowing with a golden light like substance, and a fierce momentum burst out.

Immediately after, he stepped out heavily, and a broken pit was sunken in the ground, and with a dull bang, his figure turned into a golden rainbow and swept straight towards the middle-aged man.

Zhang Hao raised his clenched right fist violently, his resolute face was full of unconcealable battle intent, and he blasted away with a punch at the figure in front of him.

The fist wrapped around countless golden rays dragged the fireflies, and the powerful impact force even cut through the air currents on both sides.

The whining sound of the wind is terrifying, and people can't help but feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was unmoved, and there was endless murderous intent in his eyes.

As soon as he raised his palm, a small blood-colored vortex suddenly condensed, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

The fist wrapped in golden light bombarded this vortex, erupting in bursts of energy fluctuations, causing the surrounding airflow to be disturbed.

Zhang Haomeng's face changed, he felt that the punch he had made was stuck in the mire, trying to absorb the entire arm, and what was even more terrifying was that even the golden light was rapidly dissipating, gradually being eaten away by this strange blood-colored vortex.

"What kind of exercise is this?" a thought could not help but come to his mind.

The middle-aged man's face was cruel, and he said coldly: "That's all there is to it?"

At this moment, a white lightning bolt about two feet thick suddenly appeared, like a silver snake carrying an astonishing mana fluctuation and slammed into him at a rapid speed.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's eyes froze, and his right palm was violently pushed out with a blood-colored vortex, and then his figure retreated violently.

Zhang Hao's fierce steps retreated one after another, and he felt a burst of relief at this time, and he couldn't help but be a little frightened by the methods of this evil cultivator leader.

After the middle-aged man dodged the swift attack, a figure shot in front of him like an electric arc, like the sound of popping beans filling his eardrums.

Zhang Shaotian's face was grim, and the thunder that erupted from his right palm was dazzling, and he slapped away with a fierce wind.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly, his fingers were together, his fingertips swallowed blood-red light, and he pointed straight at the right palm that was slapped.

Rumble!

Countless thunderbolts and terrifying blood light collided together, erupting into a terrifying explosion.

A violent air stream swept out, scattering dust everywhere.

The middle-aged man was surprised in his heart, he could feel a lot of pressure between his fingers, but he didn't expect to meet a monk who was proficient in the Lei Fa.

"But if it's to that extent, it's not enough. He sneered a few times, and was about to crush it with a fierce force, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure with golden light flowing towards him.

The fist entwined with light swung out with great force, as if it was about to shatter the space.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, the blood light of his fingers skyrocketed, and his right palm trembled, and the surging thunder suddenly sank, knocking Zhang Shaotian back a few steps for a while.

Then the blood light of his palms suddenly appeared, as if covered with blood-red glass, and his whole body exuded a palpitating majesty.

Zhang Hao's fist smashed out like a golden rainbow hanging in the air, vaguely mixed with the sound of wind and thunder.

The middle-aged man raised his right palm, and it was shot out like lightning.

The fists collided, and a trembling thud erupted, causing bursts of mana fluctuations.

Zhang Hao's pupils shrank, and he could feel the strong resistance of the fist he swung, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the fist struck out like a storm.

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth flashed a cruel smile, and the palms covered with blood-red glass also met the same attack.

Between the contact of the fists and palms, the air rippled with golden light ripples in circles, as well as blood-colored red light flow.

The wind swept up, and a series of dull sounds seemed to sound in people's hearts, which made people feel chilling.

Zhang Haomeng only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging, but his resolute face was like a rock, but the whole person still continued to smash powerful fists.

The middle-aged man's right hand was palmed into a knife, and when his head slashed down, a blood-red knife with a fierce wind flew straight towards the burly man in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao blocked with both arms, and the blood-red knife bombarded it.

Bang!

The sword exploded, sending smoke everywhere.

Zhang Hao's body retreated, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and a snaked trail of blood flowed from his arm, dripping down his somewhat trembling fist to the ground.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man's breath was extremely calm, and he just wanted to continue the offensive, when he noticed a terrifying killing intent firmly locking on him, and heard the sound of countless thunderbolts in his ears.

Under the guidance of Zhang Shaotian, the thunder balls the size of the grinding disc swished towards the front, and fierce winds rolled up along the way.

The middle-aged man sneered, the mana in his body broke through the flood of the dam and flowed wildly, he pinched his right hand, and a blood-red mist suddenly spread around his body.

The grinding disc-sized ball of thunder was blazing brightly, like a series of bright stars in the dark night.

A blood-red hand condensed out, facing the thunder balls.

Rumble......

The thunder shone brightly, and the explosion almost pierced the eardrums.

The blood-red hand almost dissipated into the air, but it still blocked a few thunder balls.

The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves suddenly, and his blood-red hand slammed into Zhang Shaotian with a bang, and then he was annihilated by countless bursts of white lightning.

When they started a fierce battle, the bandits in the stockade were almost all killed, and the man with the chain hook was besieged by the four elders of the Zhang family.

Zhang Luodi held a pen in his hand, his body was as fast as electricity, and he drew out the strength of the black pen.

The Red Meteor Hammer carried the power of the powerful Shen, and continued to smash violently under Zhang Hongyi's swing.

The sword is fierce and sharp, and the sword light is even more dazzling, Zhang Fengqing holds the long sword to change the attack, and the sword stabs at the vital point.

Zhang Qiuling struck out a Dao palm and bombarded away like rain falling from the sky.

Four people joined forces to besiege one.

The man with the eyebrows and eyes of the thief was sweating, and his scalp was numb, and he waved the chain hook in his hand, his steps were moving, and the sickle hook was glowing, resisting these attacks.

He was shocked and angry at the moment, as a mid-stage foundation building cultivator, he was beaten very embarrassed by these four juniors in the early stage of foundation building.

suppressed to death, there is no room for counterattack at all.

Zhang Fengqing saw a gap, his expression was cold, he held a long sword in his hand, and a sword flew away, and then struck upward!

In just an instant, one wrist was thrown high into the air, and in his hand he was holding a two-zhang long hideous chain hook.

"Ahhh

The man let out a scream, and he looked in disbelief at the severed arm that was bleeding spontaneously, and the pain distorted his face.

He turned around and tried to escape, a touch of black pen power like a swimming dragon swept by, and a deep blood groove suddenly cracked in his back.

"No......" the man said unwillingly.

"Die!"

Zhang Hongyi let out a loud shout, and he slammed out with the Red Meteor Hammer in his hand, and the heavy Red Meteor Hammer was wrapped in a powerful force and bombarded the person's head.

Bang!

With a dull and low trill, a figure flew straight out and fell to the ground, blood gurgling and flowing, and there was no trace of breath.