The sudden change, the sudden burst of blades, almost before they had time to react, a brother had already died, this kind of change was too fast, and too sharp, the two people in the righteous hall were even a little dazed for a while, and after a while, they reflected.

The cold autumn wind is blowing in from the outside.

The uninvited guest was already standing in the center, his expression cold.

In two days it will be the beginning of winter, the weather is getting colder and colder day by day, the cold wind is blowing in, and the inky sky is like a black and oppressive sky, swaying slightly behind the 'guest', bringing a greater and greater sense of oppression.

The second master with a scar on his face had already grasped his weapon in his right hand, and his eyes glanced at the black-faced man lying on the ground with his arms outstretched, faintly guarded and frightened in his heart, and his anger was secretly raised.

Although this black-faced man is rude and abnormal, and he has all kinds of small calculations in his heart, which annoys people, but the kung fu in his hands is not weak at all, if it weren't for this, he would have been killed by his own people, how can he live to this day?

A body of divine power that can be called a godsend, and when he is angry, he doesn't know what cowardice is, and he cuts down with two plate axes, which is a six-rank martial artist, and he can't have the upper hand immediately.

Such a reckless warrior actually cut someone's throat with just one look? Dead too much to die again?

He was frightened in his heart, it was really difficult to suppress, his right hand held the spear leaning next to him, and unconsciously stepped up a little more strength, thinking in his heart that if he fought, how could he live his life, but the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, and he couldn't see any hope at all.

At this moment, the elegant man above suddenly got up, arched his hand slightly to the front, and said loudly:

"Doing the right thing for the sky is naturally the way of chivalry and righteousness for the sky."

"Although I am not talented, I have always asked the brothers in the village to only rob the rich and help the poor, and never harm the ordinary people.

At the end, he glared at the young man in front of him.

The man with the scar was surprised in his heart, and he didn't know why the eldest brother was provoking a strong enemy at this juncture. After a turn of thought, it suddenly occurred to me that the eldest brother just said that he was strict with his subordinates, that is, what he did, it was the disobedience of the people below, and he was only a crime of negligence at most, if he was sincere, he would be let go......

What's more, he is a six-rank martial artist, who wants to fight him to the death?!

But since then, it has been him who has been unlucky.

The scarred man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and turned into a monstrous anger, his eyes widened, and he glared at the elegant man next to him, and for a while, regardless of the friendship of righteousness, he scolded loudly:

"Wen Jie, what did you say?!"

"Whenever you come back from the mountain and plunder, don't you choose the woman's utensils first? But if you have the best goods, you will put them in your own bed, and you will never divide the brothers, and you will complain to us and others, the people you find are not to your liking, where is the robbery of the rich and the poor, and do not harm the people? It's a fart!"

The elegant man's face froze slightly, he knew that it was useless to speak, so he didn't refute, just looked at Wang Anfeng, holding a sword in his right hand, and the six grades of energy shook the void, sketched a vision, and said:

"This person is Yang Mu, the master of the second village under my command, who is brave enough to be the first, with a plum word and an iron gun, I don't know how many people have been stabbed through the hearts and livers, and the rich people who have been robbed this time are also handled by him himself, and he has not asked yet, and I don't know if he robbed the wrong person."

Scar Poplar was so grief-stricken that he could barely speak.

It has been more than ten years since I followed my life, how many times I have walked together, how many times I have fallen asleep, but I can't compare to the words life and death.

Wen Jie just looked at Wang Anfeng.

Because Yang Mu suddenly interjected, he had no choice but to tell Wang Anfeng directly - he Wen Jie didn't know anything about this matter, if Wang Anfeng planned to find the right master, the one with the gun next to him was.

If he is really unwilling to let him go, then he is not afraid to fight to the death.

You can't get the slightest benefit anyway!

This is to dissect the stakes clearly, he believes that anyone who is not stupid will never choose a choice that is harmful to himself, and he is sure in his heart and calm.

At the moment, the two people in the righteous hall, one was full of grief and indignation, only feeling that the people he had believed in so far in his life were really sad, and the world was bleak, and the other was calm, and even a trace of elegant smile appeared on his face.

Then he saw the young man in front of him with a cold expression, his right hand raised, and his five fingers slightly bent like dragon claws.

Wen Jie was puzzled when he suddenly heard a knife sound, his heart was inexplicably cold, and he suddenly took a step to the side, at the same time, almost instinctively, outlining the qi machine, inducing the vision blue wolf, protecting the left and right, in the blink of an eye, it was not considered an extremely spacious gathering hall, and it was completely occupied by the surging qi machine.

His methods have been extremely clever among the six-rank martial artists, and his reaction is even more decisive and abnormal, obviously for many years, he has not returned everything he has learned in the military family to his master.

With such martial arts, even if he is in a county, he can be famous, if he does not offend the soldiers and the criminal department, he will never fall into the grass.

Yang Mu's heart shook, indescribable, and he hated it again.

It turns out that after so many years of being a brother, he has always been the only one who regards the other party as a brother, and the other party has always had reservations about himself, with such strength, if he has the heart to run away desperately, I'm afraid that even if he is a master in front of him, he is not willing to stop him desperately, right?

Anger is like the last bit of fire on burned charcoal, and it turns into ashes.

The knife flashed.

The vision of the blue wolf is shattered.

Wen Jie let out a miserable scream from his mouth, and the terrible and abnormal scream pulled Yang Mu back to reality from his resentment, and saw his eldest brother Wen Jie, who had always behaved calmly and elegantly, half-kneeling on the ground, with big drops of sweat dripping down his well-maintained face.

Huge spurs of blood splattered from the ground.

In front of him, an arm holding a long sword was still trembling slightly.

Yang Mu's eyes widened, his face turned red, and a look of happiness appeared, and he clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, good, it turns out that you also have such an end, okay!" The sky has long eyes! Hahaha......"

At this moment, the sword flashed again.

Yang Mu's right hand hurt, and the weapon in his hand, along with his right hand and right arm, which he didn't know how many people had been killed, flew up together, fell to the ground, was stunned for a moment, and then screamed miserably, staggered two steps, and sat down on the chair, the laughter in his throat had not dissipated, and it was twisted and amplified into a terrible wail.

Whether they are trapped in their own self-pity and self-pity, or self-righteous and unhurried, they all return to reality under a knife, and their emotions have never been able to affect the world and others.

With a roar, the ink knife was inserted upside down on the ground at will, and the big sword shook slightly because of the hedge between the strength and the wind when it was withdrawn.

The 'knife maniac' in black still looked indifferent, and said lightly:

"The sky doesn't grow long."

"I have something to ask you."

Wen Jie deserved to be able to grasp such a big foundation, and in addition to being in severe pain and horror, he was able to react quickly, endured the pain, raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, and said hoarsely:

"Can you live if you say it?"

The corners of the young man's mouth seemed to be sneering, and he said:

"Do you have room for bargaining?"

Wen Jie laughed miserably, closed his eyes, and said, "Then you should kill me, the matter has come to this, I won't say anything." ”

Wang Anfeng rubbed the handle of the knife, and after a long time, he said lightly:

"Okay."

"If anyone speaks, I will not kill him."

Before Wen Jie could speak, Yang Mu next to him had already stopped his miserable howl, gritted his teeth, and said first: "In this case, I will tell you anything, I am the second master of the Great Wilderness Village, over the years, there is something, but if he knows, I must know!" ”

Wen Jie's face changed, and Wang Anfeng already asked:

"Tell me the origin of the big wilderness village."

Yang Mu covered the wound on his arm with one hand and immediately said:

"The Great Wilderness Village here is not really a Great Wilderness Village, not exactly, the Great Wilderness Village is a series of thirteen villages, with the same name, most of them are outside the territory, sweeping between many small countries, and we can enter the northwest area, so it is more valued."

Wang Anfeng suppressed the urge to frown, his expression was cold, and he said:

"There are so many deserts outside the territory, how can you survive?"

Yang Mu said honestly: "We don't have a village outside the territory, but we have a body of martial arts, those small country herdsmen who are friendly to the Qin State have little defense against us, they are the best grain bags, when they are hungry, they will kill their cattle and sheep, and when they are thirsty, they will go to smash their stone houses and tent......s, and if they want women, they will go to their villages."

He was really frightened, and he said everything outside, and when he said it, he realized that it was wrong, but fortunately, the young man's expression in front of him was still cold and calm, like a piece of ice, so he was bold and continued:

"Our stockade mainly relies on squeezing silver from the caravans that go to the Western Regions, because the oil and water in the Western Regions are too rich, and there are many people who go to the Western Regions every year, and there are also a lot of goods, as long as it is not a lot of people who die at one time, other merchants will not be afraid."

"They always feel that they are lucky, so they will come the second year, the third year, the fourth year."

"One tael of silver can become five taels of silver, or even ten taels of silver, why don't you come?"

"We only kill two or three merchants a year, and they are in different positions, with different identities, and we don't move other people's goods, nor do we move their people, unless our own people in the caravan don't plan to do it, and then we will finally harvest everyone, the old village owner said, this is called 'Doudi'er'."

"Those merchants will not be afraid, because every time, we will protect them, so that they can get as much money as possible to go back, so that they will not be blocked by other sand bandits, some people did not understand, but in the end, they found out that they are even more stupid than we thought."

"Ten taels of silver will go back, and a hundred taels of goods will come out the second time."

"When the money of one hundred taels of silver goes back, there will be goods of one thousand taels of silver, as if crazy, confused by the money, and the goods sold are bigger and bigger each time, and they don't know how to stop. In the end, it is actually a lot of money to make more money than to harvest at the beginning......"

"Those businessmen have worked hard for many years, and in the end they all went to the old village owner."

The voice gradually lowered, Yang Mu raised his eyes to look at the cold young man in front of him, and found that the latter's expression had not changed from the beginning, and added:

"That's all."

"This time, the leader is Zhou Chao, he said that Sun Ren is a great wealthy businessman, this time he plans to stop and not go out of the territory, so let's go to the northwest, and when we hear the three short and three long partridges, we will ambush and attack."

Wen Jie next to him suddenly sneered: "I said a lot, but it's just nonsense." ”

Yang Mu was originally looking forward to rejoicing, but when he heard this, he glared at Wen Jie angrily and said:

"What did you say?!"

Wen Jie's expression was cold, he looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"What do you know by asking this question?"

Wang Anfeng was noncommittal.

Wen Jie gritted his teeth and said, "The money we get is the most important part, and it stands to reason that so much income, even if it is only one year's income, can make all the brothers live a comfortable life." ”

"Why continue to take risks?"

"Where did all that amount of silver go? That's what you want to know, right? ”

Yang Mu's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, stroked the knife with his right hand, and said lightly:

"Say."

Wen Jie's face changed slightly, and seeing that Wang Anfeng was completely unmoved, he had to continue:

"Ninety percent of all the silver will be handed over to the old village owner, everyone thinks that the old village owner is just ruthless and has average martial arts, but I know that the old village master is a first-class figure in the rivers and lakes, and he is only one step away from the grandmaster."

"But the old village owner only gives hundreds of thousands of taels of silver every year to other forces during the annual festival...... As for what that force is, I don't know, I have to ask the old village owner, but I know that the one who once took over was a woman with moles in the corners of her eyes, wearing purple clothes. ”

"How, Daxia thinks, what the two of us said, which is more important?"

Yang Mu's face changed, and he said eagerly: "Wait a minute, you only said that you don't have to die if you answer, but you didn't say that you will definitely kill one!" ”

The 'knife maniac' in front of the two of them said lightly:

"You're right."

"You both told the truth, I won't kill you."

The words fell, the ink knife in his hand was backhanded and stuck on the ground, the blade was outward, to show the heart of not killing, buzzing and trembling, Yang Mu Wenjie and the others had a heart of joy in their hearts, but before resentment or resentment rose in their hearts, suddenly two fingers broke out, not on the tracks, but fierce and inexplicable, falling on them to the acupoint.

Yang Mu's mouth spurted blood, and he fell directly to the ground on his back, all his martial arts were wasted, his breath was sluggish, but he was still awake, he just fell to the ground, and he screamed in his mouth, Wen Jie, who was a six-rank martial artist, only supported it a little, and then fell to the ground.

Feeling that the meridians and qi machines around his body could not be called at all, he instantly realized in his heart that he had been poisoned silently, and he clearly just fell to the ground, feeling like he had been punched hard.

All over the body, all of them hurt, as if the already keen perception has been magnified several times.

He looked at the young man dressed in black, gritted his teeth and said:

"What are you going to do?"

Wang Anfeng didn't answer, holding a knife in his right hand, and his left hand opened his strength, taking the two people directly into his hands, and then taking off into the air, jumping down from the highest place on the mountain, only in this short period of time, Wen Jie and Yang Mu saw many familiar people, and now they have turned into corpses and are lying everywhere.

There was only one knife mark in all of them, which was shocking.

This is just a cottage station that was once used in the Great Wilderness Village, the place is high, the Juyi Hall is at the top, and the bottom gang in those villages is gentle, the lowest-lying place, is the prison cell, the water of the whole village will flow here, and over time, there is a foul smell.

Wang Anfeng landed here, his expression was cold, and he strode into it.

In the corner, there are less than ten people alive, but everyone is in low spirits, their eyes are numb, like dead bodies, there is a dirty wooden bowl in front of the cell, which is almost food that even pigs and dogs are unwilling to eat, and seeing Wang Anfeng here, there is not even the slightest change in expression.

It's like wood that has burned everything down, and only ashes remain.

Wen Jie seemed to have realized something, and his face appeared frightened and angry, and said:

"You, what are you going to do?"

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and drew his knife, the blade was sharp, cutting all the chains, but the prisoners who had gained freedom did not react more than just now.

Until Wang Anfeng threw the two people in his hands in front of them.

Someone looked up.

In those numb eyes, there are the most primitive emotions that fluctuate subtly.

Wang Anfeng put the silver and dry food on the ground, his voice was still cold, and he said: "The one wearing the green shirt is Wen Jie, the owner of the Great Wilderness Village, and the other person is the owner of the Second Village, Yang Mu. ”

In the numb eyes, the fragmented look gradually turned into ripples, and the ripples expanded, turning into flames, flames that spread wildly like wildfire.

Wang Anfeng got up and said coldly:

"They don't have martial arts now."

He immediately turned around and walked out.

The wooden door was closed, and in just three breaths in the past three breaths, Wen Jie and Yang Mu's angry scolding turned into a distorted and terrible scream, and after being strengthened by the miraculous medicine, even the slightest pain would faithfully transmit and spread to every corner of their body, and then converge to the throat, turning into a scream and howl.

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes, his palms trembled slightly, but he never left.

"Ahhh

"My eyes! Slut, take your hands away, get out of the way! ”

"Folks, I used to be a general in the army, you, you took me to the criminal department and the soldiers, and there was a large amount of silver reward...... There are also first-class martial arts in the rivers and lakes...... Ahhh ”

The screams gradually became quieter, and Wang Anfeng heard the sound of nails cutting through his flesh, the sound of chewing and gnawing, and the subtle cracking sound......

It barely took to look for a way for him to perceive.

The people, who had been emaciated to the point of inhuman form by torture, severe pain, and collapse, wore dirty clothes, pressed on, and lay on the bodies of two fair-skinned warriors dressed in silk satin, and vented their collapse and despair with their teeth, with their nails, and with the most primitive weapons of all human beings.

It's almost a legendary hell.

He closed his eyes.

This hellish scene was created by his own hands, but his face was strangely calm, and his palms became calm, resting on the hilt of his sword, until after listening to the screams and disappear, weeping and wailing in another sense gradually rose in it, and his palms trembled slightly.

Someone came out, kowtowed to him a few times, and then left without looking back, holding the grain and silver.

Wang Anfeng took the fire oil from the stockade, sprinkled it everywhere, and then cut a ravine on the ground with a blade, isolating the stockade from the rest of the mountains and forests, and he stood under this unnamed mountain, and raised his right hand.

Flames entwined around the five fingers.

The flame of the Qilin Divine Soldier is more dangerous than the thunder he has mastered, if it is not for the will of the Lord of the Divine Soldier, unless everything is incinerated into nothingness, it will definitely not stop, whether it is water or dust, it will not be able to stop this terrifying temperature born from the spirit rhyme.

If there is no accident, this should have been a powerful force corresponding to the martial arts grandmaster.

The flames spread wildly, burning, enveloping the stockade.

He stuck the ink knife upside down on the ground with his right hand, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, the Buddhist beads in his hand were clasped between his thumb and index finger, and his hands were folded, looking calm.

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dota Gadama Night ......"

The last to leave the cage was an old man in his fifties.

The clothes he wore were somewhat thin, his skin restraining the contours of his ribs and sternum that struck out the contours of his ribs and sternum, and he wrapped the heavy clothes of several bandits around his body to fight the icy cold wind, and then advanced with his broken short gun.

Although they were tortured, they had rotten food to eat every day, so the biggest problem was mental numbness, and the flesh was only weak, because they didn't want to eat, and those who refused to eat were already dead, and even if they were willing to eat, the weak ones died.

He grabbed the silver, grasped the dry food in his right hand, and nibbled on the long-lost white-flour steamed buns little by little, he ate very slowly, felt the mellow taste of the delicate grain slowly diffusing in his mouth, and felt that the desire for life that had disappeared from his body returned to this decayed body.

The numb eyes lit up.

He wanted to go back to his hometown.

He has no money and goods, but he still has a family, a family, a white and fat grandson, a son with frowning brows, and an old wife who keeps muttering.

She hadn't gone back for so long, she should have cried red eyes.

She has been crying since she was a child.

How long has it been? How long has it been since I went back?

A month, or two months?

A red horse swept past him like a gust of wind, and he looked back to see the top of the mountain covered with blazing flames, and saw the handsome steed like the mount of the gods resting beside the figure.

The body sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the flames, straight.

The big behind him was shaking.

I don't know what it means The tone echoed in the old man's ears, he felt that his heart suddenly became more and more peaceful, looking at the sky, wanting to cry loudly, he thought of the elegant bandit leader who was caught beyond recognition, life and death, when he was out of breath, a pair of eyes stared at the wooden door, and the voice squeezed out of his throat, full of resentment, like scraping people's ear drums with a knife.

"You kill so many people, and your methods are so ruthless, you will also have retribution."

"I'm waiting for you under hell......"

Then the man died.

When he came out and saw the sun, he heard the voice of the young man who had been standing outside with a knife, and there was no feeling of indifference at all, calm and clear, mixed with the sound of the trembling of the big cloud, like a river flowing quietly through an oasis.

He said yes.

The old man turned his head, and the wood on the mountain burned white ash, which was blown by the wind, everywhere, and fell all over the ground, the old man squinted his eyes, thought of the heavy snow in his hometown, as if exhaling from the deepest part of his heart and lungs, and muttered:

"A white expanse of ......"

"It's really clean."

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