A thin young man dressed in animal skin clothes appeared in front of everyone, he held an arrow in one hand, and looked at the entire sixth branch of the Falling Sun League with a gloomy face, looking domineering, but it was a pity that the smell on his body was still emanating like nothing, which did not fit his current image.

Looking at the young man in front of him, the patriarch of the Wu clan was taken aback in his heart: Martial artist, what a young martial artist, who could he be? The patriarch of the Wu clan guessed Han Ping's identity in his heart, and the bandits on the opposite side were still panicked.

Who could such a young warrior be? Their bodies on their horses began to shake slightly, and they were afraid.

When the army of the Sunset Alliance fought with the Ice Tribe, Hanping had already been seriously injured and was treated by Bing Lao, and neither side had ever met.

"I don't know who your Excellency is, we are from the Sunset Alliance, I hope you don't make this trip to troubled waters. The bandit leader put away the big knife, and said to Hanping in a calm tone with a hint of discussion.

It's a pity that Han Ping didn't pay attention to them at all, "click" he directly broke the sharp arrow, looked at the patriarch of the Wu clan who was pale and shocked, and smiled.

"Patriarch Wu, please leave the old man's house, it may be bloody later. Hanping said, twisting his neck.

The patriarch of the Wu clan finally came back to his senses: "Thank you, little brother, but" Before he finished speaking, he only saw the latter slowly walking towards the bandits on the opposite side.

Hanping walked slowly, the heavy snow hitting him, and then turning into water droplets to slowly wash him away from the smell of weasel fart.

He stretched out his hand to pat off the excess snowflakes on his body, and at this moment a temperament bloomed on his body, to be precise, it was a king's momentum, which made the world change significantly, and the heavy snow seemed to be afraid, and he didn't dare to continue to fall.

The patriarch of the Wu clan sighed deeply, his heart was actually trembling, he actually wanted to surrender.

The bandits watched Han Ping, who carried the momentum of the king, slowly walk towards them, and their hearts were already trembling violently.

Their heads went to pursue the enemy, and the man took away the beast core, and now they are just relying on the name of the Falling Sun Alliance, but the other party is so young and a martial artist, and the forces behind must be very strong, how can they be afraid of the Falling Sun Alliance?

"Goo Dong, Goo Dong!" came the sound of the bandits swallowing saliva, they were completely scared at this moment, Hanping was like a grim reaper who harvested life, without the slightest emotion, soft and hard not to eat.

"This hero, my lord, we will give you the bones of the martial beast, we will go, we will go!" Before Han Ping could say anything, they hurriedly turned their horses' heads and prepared to leave.

It's a pity that their beloved war horses have already weakened their hands and feet under the oppression of the king's momentum, and they are trembling and barely standing, asking them to escape, sorry, they can't do it.

The bandits looked at the war horses standing still, they were in a hurry, picked up the horsewhip and whipped the horses hard, and some of them directly picked up the weapons in their hands and pierced them in anger, cutting through the skin of the horses, revealing the white bones of the forest, and the whole horse body was drenched in blood, which was unbearable.

Han Ping was even more angry in his heart, it was really a group of fucking bandits, and he was ruthless, so I didn't have any psychological burden, he thought, so the momentum on his body strengthened again, and the king's momentum was crazy to press this side of the world.

"Plop, plop,"

"Roar Roar Roar~~"

Under this pressure, the war horses were directly crushed to the ground, and they roared and struggled, not knowing whether they were afraid or in pain.

The bandits were thrown off the horses by the war horses, and the screams rang out for a while, looking at the appearance of the bandits at this time, whether it was the Wu clan or the tribal spies hiding in the distance, they were all hit hard in their hearts.

Just now, I was shouting, the bandits who are invincible, at this moment, they are still weak in the face of absolute strength, strength, or strength!

Han Ping was still indifferent, walking towards them unhurriedly, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, and when they reported the name of the Sunset Alliance, they were already only corpses.

The bandit leader got up in a panic, supported his body with the ghost head knife in his hand, and did not let himself kneel, looking at the visitor with a frightened face, his hands and feet trembling violently.

"Hero, no, no, my lord, we will give you the bones of the martial beasts, you can do it, just let us go as if we were farts!" the bandit leader begged.

"Fart, are you still letting go?" After hearing the fart, Han Ping was not calm in his heart, and even began to roar with the momentum of the king, thinking of the weasel's fart, hum!

"Plop, plop"

Feeling the change in Han Ping's momentum, the bandits knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Han Ping and begged for mercy: "Spare your life, my lord, we are also forced to do it, spare your life!"

Han Ping finally adjusted his mood, looking at the bandits who fell to their knees, his heart was so moved for a moment, but he thought of the tribe and what the Falling Sun Alliance had done.

"Whew~" He exhaled a long breath and looked at the bandits, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Today, I will accept the bones of the martial beast and your life. He dodged and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the bandit leader, and slapped his palm on the latter's heart.

"Uhhh

Hanping ignored the bandit leader, and then wandered among the bandits, at this moment it was as if a wolf entered the flock and launched a bloody slaughter, Hanping was a wolf, and the bandits were a flock of sheep.

In this world, only those who are truly strong are qualified to be called wolves, because the nature of wolves is - bloodthirsty!

The snow was still dripping, as if to cover up the truth or play a lamentation for the snowy night massacre.

The spies of the various tribes in the distance felt very happy at this time, in the past, only the Falling Sun Alliance was rampant, bullying men and dominating the world, killing and looting less, and doing all kinds of evil, now they will be punished.

The reincarnation of cause and effect, the avenue is three thousand, who does the sky spare?

"Ahh

The slaughter is still the same, Hanping shuttles back and forth among the bandits, and the tricks are deadly, at this moment, the sounds of begging for mercy and screams come and go, and the grief is all over the field, looking miserable and miserable.

Finally, in the shocked, frightened, and numb expressions of everyone, Hanping ended the killing, and he stood quietly in the center of the bones of the bandits, with no sorrow or joy in his heart, and he was not shocked.

Next to him was a bandit kneeling on the ground, holding his head in both hands, and said nonsense: "Hero, spare me, don't dare again, spare me, woo~"

The bandits were already damp underneath, a clear stream mixed with the snow, and a strange sourness filled the air, and the air was not so pure in an instant, it turned out to be scared to pee.

Han Ping looked at the bandit who had urinated, his brows furrowed, and thought: How can you be a bandit with your psychological quality, and do you still have some professional ethics?