This Changhong turned into a sound from Mo Yiming, only to see him take a step forward, and after grabbing the retreating guard, he was shocked by the strong horror in the guard's eyes.

He didn't even give the guard a chance to know his identity, he threw the guard into the air, and then blasted out with a punch, and under this bombardment, directly blasted the person's body into flesh and blood.

This scene frightened the miners and stunned them one by one.

The rest of the guards rushed out in the direction before, but when they saw that this guard was dead, they looked at each other one by one, and began to subconsciously retreat.

Mo Yiming didn't speak, but the anger in his heart was still emanating, causing the raindrops that were about to fall on him around him to spread out with the rhythm of his breathing.

He subconsciously looked at the various miners in the tent and saw the familiar faces, which made him remember vividly, remembering his previous days in the mine.

Yes, he knows most of the people here, but he doesn't have much intersection with these people. But they are thinner than before now, but Mo Yiming's heart has an indescribable sense of sympathy.

"This fellow Daoist." And at this moment, inside one of the tents, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and a man in splendid armor stepped out of it, with a respectful expression.

Mo Yiming looked through the gap in the scarf and immediately saw this familiar person, this person was Yan Jin, who wanted to have more Qi Condensing Pill in the mine that day!

Yan Jin obviously didn't recognize Mo Yiming, he walked into the rain and continued: "The people of the sect are not allowed to meddle in the matter of life and death in the mortal world. Daoists should know. ”

Mo Yiming stared at Yan Jin tightly, and he had already made a choice in his heart. He didn't speak, his anger was raging, and his cultivation fluctuations seemed to be impatient, hovering around him.

After Yan Jin felt this cultivation fluctuation, he immediately understood the gap between himself and the other party. There was a shock and horror in his eyes that had never been seen before.

His words have also changed a lot.

"I don't know why we offended you, the Taoist friend, and made the Taoist so angry."

Yan Jin said, not ushering in Mo Yiming's answer, but seeing the cultivation aura beside Mo Yiming, it fluctuated even more.

Yan Jin knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, so he bowed respectfully and said, "I also hope that Daoist friends will tell me that if my Yan Jin's person is offended, he will definitely go to the sect to ask for guilt." It's just that on the battlefield ahead, the battle is severe. Nanming is in urgent need of weapons, if there is neglect, the city lord of Nanming will blame it, I am afraid that no one can afford it......"

The majesty of the Nanming City Lord is well known in the entire Nanshan Mountain, Yan Jin saw that the other party was not so easy to speak, so he moved the Nanming City Lord out to see if these four words could have a certain deterrent effect.

But as his words fell, Mo Yiming's killing intent became stronger, and the aura of cultivation around his body fluctuated even more, and even under this fluctuation, there was a power of cultivation, carrying raindrops, turning into a column of water, and flying straight to Yan.

Yan Jin had been prepared before, so when this water column flew in, when he grabbed it with his backhand, a spear suddenly appeared in his palm, and after he held it steadily, he raised it in front of him.

Bang.

The water column directly hit the spear in Yan Jin's hand, turning into water droplets and splashing away. And Yan Jin was also directly knocked down and flew out by a strong impact force. After falling to the ground, he suddenly jumped up, gritted his teeth, felt the numbness that was still coming from his palm, and roared at the surrounding guards, "Give it to me!" ”

This roar was like an order, and these guards knew that if they disobeyed Yan Jin's order, it was equivalent to death, so it was better to give it a try.

So one by one, the guards suddenly drew out the big knives at their waists, and rushed out towards Mo Yiming with a roar.

Mo Yiming's body did not move, his gaze was still tightly locked on Yan Jin's body, this look made people tremble, it seemed that he could kill people with his eyes alone.

But whether it is speed or perception, Mo Yiming now is completely different from the past.

Even though his gaze was locked on Yan Jin, he could still feel the arrival of these guards.

One of the guards closest to him was roaring with a big knife at the moment, and his eyes were full of horror and murder, which was very complicated.

But Mo Yiming had no time to pay attention to these gazes, his heart had already made up his mind, and all the guards must die today. Including Yan Jin!

He still clearly remembers the scene of Xie Lao's death when he was in the mine, the scene when Lei Xiao was whipped, and the look of enjoyment on the faces of these guards, and the sneering look on their faces. These guards treat all the miners as ants, and they can trample to death whenever they want. All the miners are here, and they are not as good as pigs and dogs!

When the nearest big knife was about to swing towards Mo Yiming's body, Mo Yiming's palm suddenly stretched out, and his five fingers were bent like eagle claws, and he grabbed the sharp big knife suddenly, and the power of cultivation came out from his palm. After hearing the 'crunch' of the big knife break into several pieces, Mo Yiming's crooked fingers suddenly straightened, and the power of cultivation in his palm flew out, directly hitting the guard.

The guard didn't even have a chance to roar, and his body exploded directly, and he lost his breath.

At the same time, behind Mo Yiming, a big knife fell from the sky.

The black robe on Mo Yiming's body was windless, and suddenly a force of cultivation turned into a transparent arc-shaped defensive circle.

I only heard the sound of the bell, after the big knife fell, it slashed directly on this defensive circle, as if slashing on the iron wall of the copper wall, and suddenly made a metal crisp sound, and the big knife was suddenly broken into several pieces, and the palm of the guard suddenly emitted a strong feeling of numbness, and his body also fell backwards under this collision.

Mo Yiming didn't look back at the guard, the soles of his feet fell back a little, and the blade that suddenly fell on the ground was kicked out by him, tearing the void, directly penetrating the guard's chest, and taking his body directly out.

At this time, dozens more guards roared. Mo Yiming waved his backhand, and between his sleeves, when the power of violent cultivation roared out, it turned into an invisible wind blade, and before the dozens of guards could touch his body, the wind blade slashed out horizontally, directly cutting the bodies of these dozens of guards into two.

The mud was soon stained red with blood, but it was quickly washed away by the rain. Even so, the air was still filled with the smell of blood that was difficult to dissipate, and this feeling made Mo Yiming's blood boil. Since that day when he killed many monks in the purple bamboo forest, he was no longer afraid of killing. What's more, there are some people, even if they die, they can't pay for the sins they have done in their lives!

In Mo Yiming's opinion, these guards are like this.

Mo Yiming was very fast, his body that had not moved for a long time, and finally began to move at this moment, only to see him turn into an afterimage on the ground, and every time he appeared, he came to the front of a guard, pointed at his eyebrows, and pointed out.

After this point, the head of the guard, which was pointed, exploded directly, and blood splattered.

The miners hiding in the tents were extremely frightened. They had seen death before, they had seen their companions die one by one, but they had never seen such a bloody and brutal massacre!

But for them, these guards really deserve to be killed!

In front of Mo Yiming, these guards did not have the slightest ability to resist. It was just a few breaths, and the heads of the nearly 100 guards exploded one by one, and they lost their breath.

Mo Yiming's robe was soaked in blood, but because the clothes were black, it was not very conspicuous. The blood on his fingertips was also washed away by the rain. It's just that his flesh-colored fingers now, after Yu Yanjin looked at it, looked like a demon from hell.

Yan Jin's body was trembling, he didn't expect that his speed and cultivation power would be so fast.

He subconsciously retreated, and the power of cultivation burst out from the soles of his feet, and when he was about to turn into a long rainbow and fly out, he suddenly felt an invisible oppressive force, blocking his way.

Mo Yiming turned his head to look at Yan Jin, although Yan Jin didn't see Mo Yiming's eyes at this moment, he could roughly guess that there was endless killing intent in these eyes.

This killing intent made Yan Jin shudder, and he seemed to feel the breath of death. And this aura did not come from the dead guard, but from himself. In front of each other, he is like a lamb to the slaughter!

"I'm the one who hates others threatening me the most in my life!"

Mo Yiming, who didn't speak, finally spoke coldly at this moment, this voice sounded very flat, but it revealed an invisible sense of shock, and it seemed to contain a monstrous anger. This tone made Yan Jin tremble after listening to it at the moment, as if he had a sense of déjà vu.

As the words echoed, Mo Yiming stepped out, this step looked very plain, but it splashed muddy water on the ground.

Yan Jin now feels that death is slowly coming!

His heart beat to an extreme, and he could even jump out of his body at any time, he looked at Mo Yiming who was nearby, and suddenly took out a bamboo tube from his waist, which was covered by a bamboo cover, which seemed to be a signal pod.

Yan Jin didn't have time to think about it, and when he was about to open the bamboo cover and send a signal for help, he saw Mo Yiming's body disappear, leaving an afterimage in the same place, as if teleporting, directly in front of Yan Jin. Slapped at the pod that had been slightly opened. The signal gunpowder that was about to fly out was suddenly slapped back.

"Bang!"

The gunpowder in the bamboo tube exploded directly in the bamboo tube under this beat.

Yan Jin hissed, and the hand holding the bamboo tube was directly blown into meat paste, and there were even some places where burnt marks could be seen.

He stepped back with horror, his voice was a little heartbreaking, and said, "Who are you, dare to go against Nanming!" ”

Mo Yiming was still close to Yan Jin's body, but after he was close to two steps, he suddenly spoke: "Don't you want to know who I am, I, that is, Mo Yiming!" ”