"Black Wind Valley bandits," in the drizzle, he looked at the group of people galloping over.

For the first time, Mo Fan's eyes showed a cold light.

Bandits, as the name suggests, are a group of bad people who rob, loot, kill and set fires.

And the bandits of the Black Wind Valley are doing exactly this.

They often looted villages or passers-by, because they came and went freely, and their hiding places were covered with fog, and a few masters and those younger brothers, most of them were guys who had defected from the legions or reserve camps of the Three Cities.

So it has not been exterminated by the three cities all this time, and it is very easy to live.

Mo Fan didn't expect to meet these guys here.

No, it shouldn't be said that they met, looking at their appearance, they are obviously coming for him.

Why did they come at him, he couldn't figure it out.

With the bandits of the Black Wind Valley, he had no grievances in the past and no enmity today, to say that for money, he was poor and white, and there was nothing to rob.

Then there is only one possibility left, the other party is here to kill him.

Thinking of this, the chill in his eyes deepened.

Remove the Bloody Blade from behind your back and hold it tightly in your hand.

He knew that the rain was not so pure.

......

"Kill."

The puddle that was already rippling with raindrops was even more stormy at this time, and a few fallen leaves floating on it were like a boat sailing on the sea.

In an instant, it was knocked over in the water, and it became fragmented.

Looking at the eighteen bandits from the Black Wind Valley who were dressed in robes and hats on horseback, Mo Fan didn't wait stupidly in place.

Instead, he took off his hat and raised his sword to kill the bandit, and threw it in the way of a hidden weapon, hitting the opponent directly.

Then he was not idle, he held the long knife of the bloody blade in his backhand, and a donkey rolled under the bandit's horse, and then slashed at the horse's leg with a swing of the knife.

Although he has never really killed anyone, he can be taught by his father since he was a child, as well as the training that entered the reserve camp of the Demon Hunting Legion, plus the battle with ghosts for half a month, the combat experience can be said to be very rich.

Therefore, he knew very well what way to engage the enemy in order to give himself an advantage.

Especially when fighting with a person on a horse, the first thing to do is to let the other party dismount, otherwise the inertia and impact of the horse, an ordinary can also exert great lethality.

And the easiest way to get a rider off the horse is to cut the horse's leg.

In this way, the horse will roll over under the pain, and the rider will naturally fall off the horse's back.

Hiss......

The sound of the horse's bark sounded, and the murky puddle not only gradually made countless splashes, but also added a touch of bright red.

"Disperse, disperse, dismount and surround him, and let him not hurt his horse," shouted one of the thieves, with his neck held high.

So the bandits, who had not been injured by Mo Fan's horse, turned over and dismounted when they heard the bandit's shout.

They also knew that the reason why Mo Fan would cut the horse's leg was nothing more than wanting to fight them under the horse.

"Humph!"

Looking at the bandits who turned over and dismounted, the corners of Mo Fan's mouth hooked up a sneer.

If he hadn't taken the primary strength potion to increase his strength by more than two hundred, not to mention these eighteen bandits, even two or three bandits would not be an opponent.

Fortunately, these bandits were not all members of the legions and reserve battalions of the three cities, otherwise, he would not be his opponent if a single regular legion rebelled.

After all, the people of the regular legion all learn exercises and combat skills, which are far from being matched by him, unless they use soul arts.

But as a last resort, he really didn't want to use soul magic in front of humans.

Because, this will bring him the disaster of killing that he can't even resist.

.......

The rain was still falling, and the puddles like lakes were already red.

However, the torrent of blood continued.

The sounds of killing, shouting, screaming, and the clash of knives were still ongoing.

"Bang dang!"

Mo Fan raised his knife to block the slash from the head, and then clenched his left hand into a fist and smashed the heart of the bandit.

Then his body was retreating, dodging the knife of the bandit who was killing from the side, and then he drew his knife and grasped it back, and his body was close to the bandit who was killed from the side, and the blade of the knife turned to avoid the opponent's dodge, and gently slid through his throat.

This trick was taught to him by his father, and he used to practice with some straw men or beasts.

Now it's finally on the living.

Anyway, so far, the other party's 18 bandits have been killed or injured by him, and six or seven have been killed or wounded.

But the other party still showed no signs of retreating, which is a bit strange.

Unless these bandits received the death order, with the character of the bandits, after he killed so many people, he would have turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

But now he is still in a desperate posture, obviously not stopping if he doesn't kill him.

Whew-

Exhaled slightly, and after a fight, his physical strength was not less.

The number of people is really strong, and the pain coming from his back also confirms the saying that two fists are invincible to four hands.

Turning the knife from the chest of the new horizontal knife, he looked at the remaining bandits who had gathered to kill him, and looked at the nineteenth bandit who appeared at the entrance of the village at some point.

Mo Fan knew that today would either be their death or their own death.

Therefore, he took the lead in rushing towards the bandits who were surrounding him.

And so, the shouts, the killings, the screams, and the collision of knives and knives were staged again.

......

Chu Deyang stared at the scabbard-like eyebrows, his eyes passed through the dripping rain, looked at the puddle where the blood flowed, and looked at the young man who was covered in blood and fighting with his men.

I was very emotional in my heart, "I deserve to be the son of that couple." ”

As far as he knew, this was the first time the teenager had really engaged a person, and it was also the first time he had killed someone.

However, looking at his expression, he did not have the fear and panic of killing for the first time, but after seeing blood, he became more and more courageous.

He knew that if he continued like this, most of his eighteen subordinates would be folded in the hands of this young man.

So he lifted his hat up so that his view was as unobstructed as possible, and then he took the great axe, which weighed fifty pounds, from the side of the horse, and as soon as his legs clamped the belly of the horse, he rushed towards the young man who was fighting with his men.

"Just in time," the rain ran down his forehead and over his eyes, skimming the nineteenth bandit who rushed over.

Mo Fan was secretly happy in his heart.