Chapter 0457: Three Fierce Women

Zhang Yang said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Song Wanying really did as she said, and used the few mana in her body, as long as the bandit wanted to control her, the mana would automatically swell, making him unable to start. Just as he was about to jam Song Wanying's neck, the place that was originally the easiest to control suddenly surged out of it, making him unable to get stuck.

Seeing that there was no way, the bandit had no choice but to wrap his arms around Song Wanying's neck and shout to Zhang Yang: "Boy, Lao Tzu advises you to leave quickly, don't worry about the affairs here." As long as you agree, Lao Tzu will let your little beauty go, otherwise, let this beautiful woman with a fragrant flower and jade become a dead corpse. ā€

Zhang Yang didn't look at it, just looked at Song Wanying and squeezed his eyes. Suddenly, the elbow was pushed back. Song Wanying also imitated it vigorously, pushed her elbow back, just against the bandit's abdominal cavity, and suddenly screamed in pain, and naturally let go of Song Wanying and squatted down.

Now it should be Song Wanying's turn. turned around and slapped the bandit in the face a few times, and the bandit's eyes were full of gold stars, and countless finger marks appeared on his face.

Because Song Wanying used her mana to fight, her hands didn't hurt, but the bandits couldn't afford it. In a burst of punches and kicks, only the bones and arms on the bandit's body were constantly broken, and the screams were like killing pigs.

"Lady, it's okay. If you fight again, you will die. Let's send it to my father-in-law and handle it from the official. There are some people over here. ā€

Zhang Yang said with a smile. Song Wanying really stopped, and she walked towards the other black-clothed people as she was fighting.

Those bandits who were fierce and vicious just now, seeing that this delicate-looking beauty suddenly turned into a devil, and with a burst of punches and kicks, their heads were completely destroyed, how could they not be afraid.

"The woman spares her life."

"Grandma spares her life."

The cries of the bandits rang out.

"Hmph, when you bully others. Have you ever ignored other people's pleas for mercy? Song Wanying said that as soon as she kicked the lotus, a man in black was kicked and flipped back.

"Childe, Childe, and us." At this time, Lu Niang and Xia Yu above the fault saw Song Wanying fighting below, and they couldn't hold it anymore.

If you want to say that you hate bandits, no one here can compare to Lu Niang, if you lose your family, if you lose everything, there will be a walking corpse left, if it weren't for Zhang Yang, she wouldn't be able to live. Therefore, those who rob the rich and help the poor are also destroying happy families and harming innocent and pitiful lives.

Ru Niang can't wait to eat these bandits alive at this moment. Although it wasn't these people who hurt her, it was their own kind. So after Lu Niang called her son, she didn't wait for Zhang Yang to fly up to pick her up, and jumped down by herself.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, and then flew into the air to catch the falling ru Niang. After putting her on the ground steadily, he said: "If you jump down like this, your own life is gone, how can you ask for someone else's life?" ā€

"I'm sorry Childe." After Ru Niang apologized to Zhang Yang, she suddenly knelt down to Zhang Yang and said, "Childe, let the concubine kill these beasts to vent her anger." ā€

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "It's not okay to kill them, it's cheaper for them, just half to death." Let them suffer more sins before they die. ā€

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, with a casual move, a piece of wooden stick on the ground flew into his hand, and then handed it to Lu Niang and said, "You haven't practiced it, but you can't rely on your hands, take this wooden stick." ā€

After thanking the son, Lu Niang grabbed the wooden stick and rushed towards the bandits like a shrew.

"Childe. And me. ā€

Xia Yu saw that her two sisters had joined the battle, and she, who was not the master of the family, became even more anxious. She also wants to kick desperately like Lu Niang, but she really doesn't have the courage, or she says that her hatred for these bandits is not Yao teeth, and she can't wait to fight with them.

So Zhang Yang flew up to the fault again and hugged Xia Yu down, and also gave her a wooden stick to beat the water dog.

On this road between the faults on both sides, three beautiful women were chasing after a dozen men in black like madmen. And the man in black was only beaten, and some of them just wanted to fight back, when a finger wind hit in the distance, making him lose the strength to fight back.

When some of the smarter people were trying to escape, they were hit by a force on their feet and fell to the ground, and when the woman caught up with them, they were beaten again.

Zhang Yang looked at the three soaring women, sighed and said: "Fortunately, I, Zhang Yang, have a practice of cultivation, if an ordinary person marries three such wives, it will be really miserable if he makes them unhappy one day." ā€

The three women were really fierce, and after a while, they all beat the dozen or so big men to the ground, and some of them shouted in their voices: "The heroines are sparing death." ā€

Others had no strength left, and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth, silent. It's just that Nan's pale face also shows the same fear and infinite begging for life.

"Okay, that's out."

Song Wanying clapped her hands and stopped. This is the first time she has beaten someone, first because a vicious and hateful thought is closed in her heart, and she wants him to shoot again after a vent, but she is a little soft.

But Lu Niang is different, she vented all the grievances she had suffered before, and the hatred in her heart wanted to say that Zhang Yang killed these people with one hundred and eight knives. And she held down a bandit, and the man's ears and nose had been knocked off by her. Song Wanying and Xia Yu were also frightened by the degree of their cruelty.

Zhang Yang wanted to persuade her, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Just let her kill someone. Otherwise, those grievances will never be released, and it is not good to close them in your heart.

So the black-clothed man under Lu Niang was regarded as the minion of the Black Wind Village, and Luo Shengsheng was killed by Lu Niang. Hearing that the neck bone snapped on the ground, and the unlucky man in black fell stiffly and couldn't move at all, Lu Niang stopped.

The eyes looked fiercely at some other black-clothed people who fell to the ground, and the people who were being looked at suddenly paid attention to them like the god of death, such a weak woman made them feel so desperate, how small their lives were.

Finally, Ru Niang couldn't follow the psychological pressure of killing people by herself, stood up and threw herself into Zhang Yang's arms in a few steps, and cried loudly. Zhang Yang could only hug this hard-working woman and persuade her that everything was over.

And here, Song Wanying is also worthy of being the daughter of the government officials, directing the villagers who were kneeling on the ground to tie up the black-clothed people who were not dead. and the person who was killed by Ru Niangyao asked several young men to take him to a hiding place and dig a pit on the spot and bury it.

After burying and tying up these black-clothed bandits, the villagers knelt on the ground again and thanked the three heroines for saving their lives. Zhang Yang comforted Lu Niang, and also hoped that these people would come over. Among these people, Zhang Yang suddenly felt that several of them were very familiar.

Zhang Yang walked up to a middle-aged man and said, "You raise your head." ā€

The middle-aged man raised his head, but he didn't dare to look at Zhang Yang, he just said: "The grass people thank the young man for saving his life." Shaoxia left his name, although we have nothing to repay, but we must not forget it in our hearts, and worship sooner or later. ā€