"Are you worthy?"

The bandit leader fell, and the laughter of the bandits suddenly came from all around.

Oh, yes

A dead old man who stepped into the coffin one by one,

Two six-year-olds who are about to go to school,

In the face of their more than forty burly and powerful bandits,

What to fight, what to fight?

The thieves all live a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and it is rare to encounter this kind of fun, and they mock Yang Ming's self-indulgence without care.

"This is a little ghost from which village, so stupid, so naïve!"

"I just like the way he can't get used to us and can't kill us."

"Little doll, you haven't even grown hair, have you ever seen a spear, can you afford a gun?"

The bandit's words of color immediately elicited meaningful laughter from the bandits.

The cynicism of the bandits did not shake Yang Ming's fighting spirit.

Yang Ming held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, he was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, his starry eyes were cold, like a cold knife, like ice, as if looking at a dead person.

A crazy red light appeared in Yang Ming's pupils, and the three hook jade slowly rotated.

Suddenly, the volcano of Yang Ming erupted, and the hot lava was shocking!

"Kill!"

A hoarse low shout burst out from the depths of Yang Ming's throat, a little cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon, and before the bandit leader could react, a shot was aimed at his throat!

At the same time, Tang San also followed suit and attacked the other bandits.

Although the bandit leader has no soul power, he is also a veteran of a hundred battles.

Although his consciousness did not react, the instinct of his body took a step forward, his foot took a step back, his head raised slightly, and the sharp tip of the spear brushed the tip of his nose dangerously and dangerously, bringing up a trace of blood.

I touched the tip of my nose, and the sticky blood fell on my fingertips.

The head of the bandit was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became angry.

"Stinky little ghost, you're looking for death!"

The bandit leader was furious, the sixty-pound mountain knife in his hand was like an arm, wielding it with a cold light, the cold wind approached Yang Ming's body, and he was about to chop off Yang Ming's head, Old Jack's breath was almost suffocated, and he was so nervous that his heart was raised to his throat.

It's too late, it's too soon!

In front of the three-hook jade writing wheel, the speed of the bandit leader was as slow as a snail, and the corner of Yang Ming's mouth hooked a sneer full of murderous intent, and his feet were ghostly and lost, and his figure flickered left and right, and suddenly disappeared under the blade.

"Huh!"

The machete missed, the bandit leader couldn't contain his strength, the mountain opener slashed on the ground, the blade was stuck in the gap, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

"What about people?"

Yang Ming appeared behind the bandit leader, like a god of death sending out a death spy, and breathed softly in his ear:

"I'm here!"

The bandit leader's pupils suddenly contracted into pins, but this time, no matter how fast his body instinctively reacted, it couldn't be as fast as the sword in Yang Ming's hand.

The name of the sword is the mysterious sword, a murder knife that specializes in killing!

The blade was extremely sharp, and the half-body armor of the bandit leader was as transparent as paper in front of the murder knife, and it was directly stabbed in pair.

The white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out.

The tip of the knife was stained with the blood of the heart, Yang Ming drew the knife out, and between the muscles retracted and contracted, a touch of blood burst out, splashing on Yang Ming's face, setting off him like a devil killed in purgatory!

Although this was Yang Ming's first killing, he attacked with anger, only shaking his hands at first, and then regaining his composure.

Because of the reality, there is no room for him to be abnormal.

A blood-stained immature turned to other bandits who were approaching, and a pair of bloody eyes revealed a cold light that was so cold that it made people throb, even these murderous bandits, under Yang Ming's forced gaze, couldn't stand to pause for a moment, and then became angry and rushed up, wanting to cut Yang Ming with a thousand knives!

Yang Ming stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that flowed to his mouth.

The taste of blood is unpleasant, very astringent, very bitter.

But the taste of the enemy is sweet like nectar.

At this moment, in this noisy battlefield, facing thieves who were taller than himself, burlier than himself, and even more vicious than himself, Yang Ming's heart was unprecedentedly calm.

Because behind him, there is no one to rely on!

Only by fighting, only by killing, can we fight a bloody way in this adversity!

Relentless charge!

The spear shook, Yang Ming shot on the ground, and the whole person jumped up like a flying swallow.

Watching Yang Ming fall in a graceful arc in the sky, the thieves did not have a trace of fear, and even felt a little ridiculous, thinking that Yang Ming was juggling, his mouth moved lightly, and he was about to open his mouth to laugh at his indiscretion.

But in the next moment, a spear like thunder fell on a sunny day, with Yang Ming as the center, and a wave of qi set off in all directions.

Soon, the bandits around them couldn't laugh anymore, and even looked frightened!

Because, suddenly, they found that they couldn't help but lift their feet off the ground and their bodies off the ground!

With a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, Yang Ming rushed directly into the group of bandits.

Under the Cloud Breaking Dragon, the three guns were all in one position, and Yang Ming's cold face had just entered the eyes of a bandit, when he saw several spear flowers attacking him, and then there was a pain in his chest, and a deep hole was broken out of the armor of his body, and the heart in his body had already been shattered into pulp!

There is also a murder knife, which picks hard stubble, and stabs a thief, and the knife sees blood, and the head flies high.

A gun is a gun that takes people's lives.

The sword is the sword that takes the head of the enemy!

And the man with the gun and sword is only a half-old child!

This scene deeply shook Old Jack's heart.

Old Jack opened his mouth like a koi fish, and was even able to swallow a whole salted duck egg!

Although Old Jack formulated a strict exercise plan for Yang Ming, although he tried to imagine that Yang Ming was already very strong, he never thought that Yang Ming would be so strong!

Kill ten people in one step, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

Everywhere Yang Ming passed, there was no one who could, a sword, a gun, it was a death, the viscous blood had already dyed his clean white clothes into blood, and it was not clear whether this was the original color or not.

After Yang Ming killed fifteen bandits in a row, the other bandits finally realized that this little kid who was originally dispensable in their eyes was enough to decide their fate.

The other bandits came to their senses one after another, some turned over on their horses, determined to crush Yang Ming with the momentum of their horses, and some took out their bows and crossbows and aimed at Yang Ming from a distance.

The situation is not promising!

In the face of all this, Yang Ming not only did not have a trace of timidity, but returned to the carriage, took out a can of rice wine brewed by Old Jack from the carriage, opened the lid of the can, and raised his head to drink it.

The cold rice wine poured into his throat, and then a hot taste came up, and Yang Ming suddenly felt proud in his heart:

"The wine will be served, and the glass will not stop!"

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me!"

(Don't be too entangled in the terms of knives and swords, because the idioms and words in some scenes need to be used, which is too harsh and not beautiful.) ）