Zhao Zhi was shocked and fell down. After jumping into a well and dying in his previous life, Zhao Zhi bumped into someone holding a blade and aiming at him, and he already reacted instinctively.

This reaction saved his life, and as soon as he lay down, he heard the sound of arrows, and a long arrow had grazed his scalp and was hanging on the back panel, the tail of which was still dangling.

"Ringing horses!" Zhao Zhi jumped up and rushed to the back of the house, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Ringing horses are coming! It's the ringing horses of Wild Valley!" The robbers in the Xinxiang Mansion rose up and looted everywhere, and there were tyrannical people who killed people and killed the village at every turn, and where they went, not a single tile was left, and among them, the Wild Valley Ringing Horse was the most ferocious.

I had heard about these Zhao Value, but I didn't expect him to meet him this time. At the same time as he dodged and called, the sound of the strings sounded, and the attacking ringing horse shot out an arrow at Zhao Yao.

"Zhao Yao, get down!" Seeing this scene, Zhao Yao roared violently. But the little girl didn't have Zhao Zhi's quick reaction, and she was already stunned when she saw Xiangma suddenly appear.

Ming Di brushed through her abdomen and chest, and saw Zhao Yao's body shake and fall to the ground.

Down—in an instant, a large number of ringing horses, - rushed up, took the lead—a man with a tall ox and a big horse, holding a nine-ring long knife, pointed to the front: "Kill! Sweep away everything that can be killed, take away everything that can be robbed!"

"No!" Seeing Zhao Yaoheng die, Zhao Zhi called out in pain. Then the group of ringing horses had rushed into the village, and raised their machetes at the peasants who were not prepared, and the blood immediately spread to the sky.

Even if a hunter took the fork in his hand, how could he stop the galloping horse of the royal horse, and the bright silver light was split down by the horse's momentum, and the hunter had been separated by the ringing horse.

More peasants fled in a panic, but one by one they caught up from behind, pierced their bodies with big guns, and cut off their brains with knives.

The horses roared and smiled, and where they went, it was the old man and the baby who didn't let go. Xiaohu, Aunt Hu, Uncle He...... Hiding behind the house, Zhao Zhi watched the death of one farmer after another, and his heart was already furious.

—The village chief ran out of the side room, saw his daughter lying in a pool of blood, and ran out screaming.

"Don't come out!" Zhao Zhi shouted urgently. —When the horse saw the village chief, he had already smiled and rushed over.

"Bastard!" Zhao Zhi gritted his teeth, ran to the ringing horse, took out a short knife and threw it at the ringing horse. The sound horse reacted flexibly, and the knife was actually a short knife that was extremely accurate, and the horse's head was touching the village chief's body, and when the knife fell, the village chief had been chopped to death, and then he looked at Zhao Zhi and said with a smile: "There is one more!"

Seeing that it was not good, Zhao Wei turned around and ran towards the dense forest in front of the mountain, looking for the remote path. It's just that the horse is very fast, and he has rushed behind Zhao Value, and the war knife is cut down again, and when he is in the middle, Zhao Value pounces forward, dodging the knife, and turns around violently - sweeping, and the hand has appeared - object, but it is a rake and plow in the backyard.

The harrow was striking at the waist of the ringing horse, and the ringing horse could not have imagined that such a boy could have such a hand, and he was being hit without warning.

He was defenseless, and the tips of the nine rakes dug deep into his body, and he sizzled in pain. At the same time, the head of the horse had already rushed towards Zhao Value, touching him and flying out, Zhao Zhi only felt that his ribs were roughly broken by this touch, and he fell to the ground in great pain.

The ringing horse has pulled out the rake and plow, jumped off the horse, and walked towards Zhao Zhi fiercely: "Boy, you will definitely die today!" He has been conceited and practiced martial arts for many years, and he can easily endure three or five big men, but he can't imagine that he was injured by a little hairy boy today, and his heart is blazing with anger, and he has decided to tear Zhao Zhi apart alive.

Zhao Zhi saw him striding over, waved his hand, and swept the dust into the horse's eye, and used all his strength to pounce on it, the horse was wounded in the waist, and the rotation was not good, and the body naturally tilted downward, and he actually bit his throat tightly.

Xiangma snorted in pain, the war knife in his hand had been brutally slashed on Zhao Zhi's back, and the war knife needed to wield space to exert lethality, so that the short-range combat could not play a big role, but Zhao Zhi hugged the heart of the earth, and the blade fell on his back, and he actually bit the sound of the horse.

The sound horse was anxious, and slapped Zhao Zhi on Zhao Zhi with all his strength, and finally pushed it away, but he didn't expect that this time would also kill him.

With the power of this push, Zhao Zhi had already bitten out the entire respiratory tract of the ringing horse, and the blood spring rushed out, and the ringing horse covered his throat and walked two steps, and finally fell down weakly.

At the same time, Zhao Zhi also fell heavily to the ground. He was stabbed in the back, struck by a horse before, and slapped with all his might, and was seriously wounded, but he still came to the horse and snatched the horse's knife from his hand.

The sound horse was not completely dead, and his eyes were looking at Zhao Value. Zhao Zhi said coldly: "What are you looking at? livestock!" The war knife had already brushed the throat of the ringing horse.

At this time, Zhao Zhi spat out blood and leaned weakly on the branch. Although it was the first time to kill someone, there was no fear in his heart, only infinite hatred for those scum.

—A voice suddenly exploded in the clouds like thunder: "Bold thief, careless of human life, accept life!" With the voice, a long silver shadow was revealed in the distance, and it quickly captured the village.

Resolutely it was the plain-clothed fairy that Zhao Shi couldn't find, and he didn't expect to appear suddenly at this time.

"It's a cultivator, big guy get out of here!" the thief shouted at the first moment when the cry exploded.

When he called the first word, the silver shadow just appeared on the road at the edge of the village, the plain clothes were flying, and the sword was unsheathed, when he called the last one

When the word "retreat", the shadow has passed before the thief, swinging the sword and cutting it off, the head flying, and the blood is scattered in the sky.

He walked straight towards the ringing horse, and the ringing horse, which was still arrogant and frivolous just now, turned down like a lost dog, and the whole world retreated.

The thief said even louder: "The black sand will be ignorant, I don't know that there is an immortal family here to protect it, I am willing to retreat here, please show mercy to the immortals!"

This Zhao Village was inquired about by them in advance, and it had nothing to do with the immortal family, so they dared to make a bold move, but they didn't expect to meet the immortals.

It seems that the speed of the person's momentum and the vertical sword are closed, at least he is a soul master who has entered the realm of detachment and got rid of the identity of ordinary people, and he has made a decisive decision on the spot, his sword skills are sharp, and he is still a sword cultivator who refines and slaughters.

This is not something that many people can deal with, so he opens his mouth to beg for mercy. The plain-clothed man snorted: "The Black Sand Society thieves were destroyed three days ago, and there is another Black Sand Society somewhere." It is not a day for the people to be harmed by the five lakes and four seas, and they kill people and villages at every turn, and they do a lot of evil. All over the world, how dare you do it?" When he spoke, he had already beheaded three more ringing horses, and it was really easier to kill people than to slaughter pigs.

The thief head called the north and the sea was broken by the plain-clothed man, and he immediately knew that the other party would not let him go, and his face was distorted with murderous intent: "You immortals, occupy the largest land, the most resources, and the dragon protects the world on the bright side, but in fact, they are blessed with unique nature, damaging the world to fatten themselves, but harming ordinary people such as us, how can we give us ordinary people a way to live? There is no need to act with Lao Tzu and the ape here, brothers, fight with him, even if he is a spirit master, as long as the spirit platform is not opened, he is not impossible to kill!" What he said was heart-wrenching, cultivating the five realms, not to mention the Lingtai realm of the fourth realm, even if the second realm of the extraordinary realm, it is not something that the horses can fight against with hundreds of people.

On the contrary, it was the plain-clothed man, who heard the words of the gods from all over the world saying that the gods do not give ordinary people a way of life, and he didn't refute it, but frowned slightly—lowered his eyebrows and sighed.

The horses were originally doing things to raise their brains to survive, and seeing that the other party did not let go of themselves, they talked to themselves ferociously, and at this moment they had pounced on them one after another under the greeting from all over the world.

Heaven and earth have the aura of heaven and earth, and the gods are amazing, he can indeed practice to improve himself, while ordinary people cannot practice the law, but the advantage is that he can also strengthen his body.

Although those Xiangma are ordinary people, they are also cultivated by aura, have a strong physique, and all of them practice good martial arts, fighting for many years, and fighting fiercely, Zhao Value can kill - personal to have - most of them are luck, and the small - half of the other party is too underestimating themselves.

Therefore, at this moment, they swarmed up, and even the plain-clothed man couldn't be punished, so he saw the sky full of sword shadows and sword lights, killing into pieces.

On the contrary, when the time comes, the five lakes and seas in the north will secretly retreat back at this time. Feelings, he called others to fight hard, but he was ready to run.

He knew very well that the real horror of the immortals was not the sword and martial arts, but the law, so he absolutely gave up hope for this battle.

In an instant, the plain-clothed male god was already humming, and the cold sword in his hand suddenly released a foot-long light, rising into the sky, and circled in mid-air, and then saw that the dry horse had rolled down more than a dozen heads.

"It's the Immortal Sword Technique!" the horses screamed at the same time, their eyes full of horror and helplessness. At this moment, the plain-clothed man snorted suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and a cloud of blood was revealed on the plain clothes.

Seeing this scene, the four corners of the north were stunned for a moment, and then shouted in ecstasy: "He is wounded! He has been injured before!" These words shouted, and all the ringing horses immediately became energetic, like a person who was about to drown and grabbed a life-saving straw, and then desperately attacked the plain-clothed man.

Sure enough, the man's injuries erupted, and it was difficult to move at this moment, and his movements were no longer as light as before, and some of the ringing horses were far from being able to use their strong bows and crossbows to shoot at the plain-clothed man.

"Humph, rats!" the man whispered angrily. This kind of help Xiang Ma really didn't know it to the extreme, and even thought that they could deal with it if the gods were injured, but in fact, it was impossible for such injuries to have a great impact on the cultivators.