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In the cottage, Cao Ziheng waved the long knife wantonly, but seeing the knife light rolling all over the garden, it was very good-looking, and around, the bandits who were on guard let out one cheer after another.

In the distance, the earth mouse trotted like a real mouse, and Cao Ziheng stopped dancing the knife violently.

"Have you found out the detailed information of the masters around the Red Turban Army and Meng Yuan?"

Cao Ziheng looked at the earth mouse with a gloomy face, but at this moment, he couldn't wait to clean up a few unpopular masters, and then go to the top of the light.

The dancing knife just now looked really good, but Cao Ziheng knew that it was just a façade, and there was no real profound martial arts, even if his comprehension reached nine points, he could be called a genius among geniuses, but he couldn't practice any magic skills.

Around, those bandits who had watched Cao Ziheng practice martial arts saw Cao Ziheng's displeasure, and suddenly the birds and beasts scattered, and the earth rats had no way to hide, so they could only lean over cautiously.

"Village master, there are still a few masters of Mingjiao in the Red Turban Army, which is in a village fifty kilometers southeast of us, and the Mengyuan Tartars originally had no masters around, but the Red Turban Army near it was very noisy a while ago, but it sent a few lamas, and now it seems to be a village thirty kilometers to the east."

The earth mouse opened his mouth with a cautious face, but he could also see that Cao Ziheng's mood was definitely not good, and he seemed to be a little nervous when he said those words.

"Fifty kilometers to the southeast, thirty kilometers to the east, prepare a horse for me."

Cao Ziheng's mind turned slightly, and he had already found the original memory of this body, and the location of the villages in both directions was also clear, and he immediately turned around and walked towards the gate of the stockade, and the earth mouse hurriedly found someone to lead the horse behind him.

"The master of the Ming Sect, the cultivation must be far inferior to the Wusan people, so kill the master of the Ming Sect first, and what lama on the side of Meng Yuan, even if the cultivation is high, it will be about the same as the Wusan people at most, in this way, after killing the master of the Ming Sect and continuing to extract strength, it will definitely be able to be easily killed."

Walking to the door of the stockade, Cao Ziheng had already set the order of the next killing, and at this time, the bandits in the stockade also brought sycophants, Cao Ziheng took a deep breath and turned over the horse and galloped out of the stockade.

Running long distances and killing people with a knife is not the life that Cao Ziheng likes, but in order to gain stronger strength and help his family in Jiufang Tianyu, he has to travel longer than he can kill people with a knife at this time.

Cao Ziheng's lips were pursed, his eyes were extremely cold, and he kept whipping to drive the horse to run faster.

Fifty kilometers southeast of his cottage is a village called Lijiazhuang, according to memory, Cao Ziheng rode his horse to the outskirts of this village very quickly, and as soon as he arrived at the periphery, Cao Ziheng heard a hellish sound from afar.

The sound of swords clashing against bones, the cries of women, children and children, the senseless screams of despair and hoarseness.

This is by no means a good sound, Cao Ziheng whipped the horse's buttocks fiercely, and the horses neighed and ran into the village, Cao Ziheng suddenly saw the origin of those sounds.

In the village, countless soldiers wearing red scarves are moving food out of one house after another, and while moving food, more soldiers are carrying out along with the young women in the house.

A cursory look at the past, with severed limbs and broken arms everywhere as far as the eye can see, and the corpses are stacked on top of each other, and it is clear that the village will soon be completely wiped out.

Cao Ziheng's breathing became heavy, he had been a gentleman for two lifetimes, and he had entered three martial arts worlds, but it was the first time he had seen such a cruel scene.

Almost instinctively, Cao Ziheng jumped off the horse, quickly rushed to the side of a soldier carrying a woman closest to him, stretched out his hand and carried the woman over and put it on the ground, the long knife had already cut out, and cut the soldier's head out.

"Dog, my dog."

The woman who was put down by Cao Ziheng was not frightened by the head that flew out at all, but staggered onto the corpse of a child next to her, picked up the child's corpse in pain and cried.

The child was five or six years old at most, and was dressed in a patched coarse cloth shirt, barefoot, almost skinny, and a blood-smeared, black, thin face full of painful expressions before dying.

Cao Ziheng couldn't bear to take a look, and suddenly felt that his nose was sour, and endless anger instantly rose to the sky.

With a sharp swing of the long knife, Cao Ziheng's figure had already rushed out, although he had not learned any magic skills in this world, but relying on his profound cultivation, whether it was speed, strength or reaction, it was far beyond the limits of ordinary people.

Killing all the way over, when he encountered someone carrying the woman in the village, he carried it casually, and most of them were directly cut into two pieces with a knife, and soon Cao Ziheng had already killed in the middle of the village.

"Whoever doesn't have long eyes can't find death."

As soon as he arrived in the center of the village, a thunderclap-like voice sounded, and a group of soldiers in battle armor appeared in Cao Ziheng's sight with a man in his arms.

Originally, Cao Ziheng forgot that he came to find the master of the Ming Sect, but at this moment, this group of people appeared so swaggeringly, which suddenly reminded Cao Ziheng of his purpose for coming here.

Cao Ziheng's long knife was violently retracted, and he no longer paid attention to the red turban army around him who had not been killed, but his figure suddenly accelerated and squeezed forward, relying on his strong cultivation to squeeze through a bunch of red turban soldiers to the group of soldiers wearing battle armor and the man.

"Die."

When the man saw Cao Ziheng squeezing over, he just showed a sneer, but suddenly Cao Ziheng had already brandished a long knife and slashed down fiercely.

Suddenly, a sword qi passed through the crowd along those soldiers wearing battle armor as if it were substance, and the face of the master of the Ming Sect suddenly became strange, and his eyes looked at Cao Ziheng with disbelief, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth moved slightly, and the upper half of his body had already slid down to the side, and blood and internal organs suddenly gushed out, mixed with the blood and internal organs of those military men wearing war armor next to him.

"Devil, devil."

In the distance, a Red Turban soldier was suddenly stimulated by this scene, and frantically waved the knife in his hand and rushed out, and the behavior of this soldier was like a fuse that ignited the fear of all the Red Turban Army, and the people of the village screamed in horror and fled in all directions.

Cao Ziheng's figure showed and chased him out directly, but the long knife quickly cut out a stream of knife qi, cutting all the fleeing Red Turban Army into two sections, until there was no longer a shadow of the Red Turban Army in his sight, then he withdrew the knife and gasped for breath.

After killing all the Red Turban Army, in the village, those surviving villagers finally dared to come out and clean up the bodies of their dead relatives.

"Mingjiao, a good Mingjiao."

Cao Ziheng clenched his fists when he heard the cries of the village, and he couldn't wait to kill the top of the light immediately, and after experiencing the Iron Crown Daoist and this incident, the little good impression he had for Mingjiao through the original book was gone.