Honghe Village, which is 100 miles away from Yuhai.

As night progressed, the village became lively.

The bandits lit a bonfire and sat around the fire to drink and eat meat.

"Damn, what a shame today!"

A thief poured a big sip of bad wine, sprayed spittle Xingzi and said: "The women in the caravan have fine skin and tender meat, but their temperament is too strong, so they can only be killed, otherwise at this time, they will be overturned!"

"That's not your impulse!"

Another thief scolded: "You can't cut people clearly, so you won't be done with a stab in the heart?

"Hey, isn't that a mistake?" The thief who spoke first laughed dryly: "Don't say it, the batch of machetes that the owner of the village bought this time are really easy to use! I thought I could cut my throat, but I could actually cut off my head! Killing people is easier than mowing grass!"

They laughed, and turned their heads to leave the regret of not having a woman behind, for a few men carried several wooden and iron boxes and opened them by the fire.

The chests contained not gold and silver jewelry, but rolls of silk and satin.

"Yes!" the bandits boiled.

Silk is a high-end clothing, valuable and valuable, and there are several large boxes of silk here, as long as they sell on the black market, they can sell for at least a few dozen gold ingots, which is enough for their entire cottage of more than 100 bandits to be chic for several months!

The bandits caressed the soft and smooth silk, like caressing the skin of a young girl, and their eyes showed a greedy light.

"Wow, wow, wow! This money is enough for Lao Tzu to go to the Qinglou for half a month! Little bell, wait for Lao Tzu hahaha!"

"Fuck, it's rare to see a fat sheep like this! Keep an eye on their route, and rob them next time!"

"Cool, cool!"

A few men who had just come with the box were pushed aside by the bandits, cowering and bowing their heads and not daring to speak, one of them was very tall, bald, and bearded, it was Tian Yuanxing.

He was covered in bruises, his eyes were bruised, the bridge of his nose was crooked, and his body was covered in bruises, apparently having been beaten not long ago.

"Brothers, today is a good day for our Honghe Village!"

At this time, a loud voice came from not far away, and the bandits immediately cheered when they heard it: "Boss of the Red River!"

The person who came was a big man, about two meters three tall, with long hair braided into dozens of dirty braids hanging down the back of his head, his whole body muscles were knotted and his green tendons were beating, he was an obvious martial artist, and it was the leader of this Red River Cottage, the boss of Red River.

He laughed, walked into the group of bandits, stretched out his big hand and grabbed a roll of silk, held it high, and said, "Thank you to our good partner, the Yu Hai Zhao family, for providing us with the best weapons and the news of the fat sheep!"

The thieves babbled, and pushed one person in front of the boss of Honghe, this person is not tall, he is a big fat man, it is the only son of the Zhao family, Zhao Fan.

Facing the boss of the Red River, Zhao Fan raised his head high, barely pulled out a smile, and asked: "The boss of the Red River, the knife has also been given away, the people have also been sent, and the path of the fat sheep has also been told to you, do you see this business?"

"Hey, today is a good day for our big victory, what business!

The boss of Honghe laughed arrogantly, stretched out his finger, pointed at a man who was covered with injuries like Tian Yuanxing, and said, "You!

The man shuddered, walked to the side with his head down, picked up the altar wine and walked over.

However, maybe it was because he was too scared, maybe it was because he was soft-handed, when he walked in front of the boss of the red river, he suddenly crooked, and the whole jar of wine fell out, just at the feet of the boss of the red river, and spilled his wine!

The man was so frightened that he fell to his knees, and shouted, "Spare your life!

The boss of Honghe sneered and said to Zhao Fan: "Look, I asked you to send some top people to be slaves, but as a result, they are all like this, and we have to train ourselves." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand and pinched the man's head, and then, like a watermelon, he pinched and exploded the man's head!

The splattered blood brains spilled Zhao Fan's body not far away, and he trembled violently with fat all over his body.

An eyeball rolled to his feet, causing the big fat man to take a few steps back.

"Red ...... Red River Boss ...... "He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

But the boss of the Red River laughed again, wiped his blood-stained hands on his clothes casually, and said, "Little Brother Zhao, don't be nervous, come, let's continue drinking!"

In the warm carnival, the moon is on the clouds.

Suddenly, a thief who was forced by the boss of the Red River to pour down most of the jar of wine and fell to the ground drunk pointed to the sky and asked, "Boss, look, is there a person there?"

"Huh?"

The drunken-eyed Honghe boss raised his head, only to see a small figure in the dark sky, floating at an altitude of more than a hundred meters, and there seemed to be several swords around him spinning lightly.

The Red River Boss burped.

"Which friend has come to our cottage? Would you like to come down and have a bowl of wine?"

He roared loudly into the sky.

The man in the sky didn't move.

Boss Honghe's wine woke up slightly, he sneered, and shouted to his subordinates who were drinking messily inside and out: "What about Xiao Fei? Isn't he a Sky Walker? Fly to the sky to see what's going on!"

Soon, a skinny thief carried a wine jar, grabbed half a chicken leg, smiled, and flew into the sky.

Ten seconds later, the jar fell, and the thieves dodged it, shattering it and spilling it all over the ground.

Then, that half of the chicken leg also fell off.

The last thin thief named Xiaofei who fell, his eyes were staring, thick blood flowed out of his seven orifices, his sternum was soft like a piece of tofu, and the bones of his limbs were more like someone had been pulled out, and he died like a rag doll.

The Red River Boss stood up all at once!

"Fuck ......"

However, before he could roar like a tiger, a figure smashed down like a meteor!

There was a loud bang, a puff of smoke and dust was raised, and in the next moment, before the bandits pounced, more than a dozen long swords had already flown out of the smoke and dust that covered people's sight!

In an instant, these flying swords tore through the throats of a dozen bandits with unparalleled precision, and they roamed through the crowd coldly and smoothly, reaping life like autumn straw.

The boss of the Red River was shocked and angry, he shouted angrily through the wine, and the muscles of his whole body burst out with terrifying aura and coercion, and rushed towards the cloud of smoke and dust!

However, the man in the smoke and dust came even faster than him!

The fist of the Red River boss was still halfway, and a palm had already been imprinted one step ahead of him, slamming heavily on his chest!

The powerful bandit leader was stunned suddenly, and in the next second, a sharp pain that pierced his heart came out of his body!

It was a terrifying feeling that could not be described in words, as if countless knives were dancing in the body, stirring all the internal organs, bones, and flesh together, and everything in the body was instantly smashed together except for the superficial skin.

He felt like the yolk and egg white had been beaten together inside his body.

"How is this possible? I am so powerful, I know how to survive, I have good dealings with the surrounding courts, and I never provoke people who should not be messed with, how can I be?"

The Red River Boss blinked in disbelief as he felt the aura of death that was gradually enveloping him.

Before he died, his pupils were greeted by a cold white mask.

Qi Wanli urged the shock wave, and after slapping the boss of the entire cottage to death with one palm, he looked around indifferently.

A dozen or so flying swords under his envoy turned into a whirlpool of storms, harvesting life in the cottage.

He looked at the trembling men not far away, and then saw Tian Yuanxing among them.

Tian Yuanxing no longer had the calm, humorous, and careful appearance he remembered, but like a child, his eyes were extremely clear, squatting on the ground, holding his head, looking in horror at the long swords stained with blood and the bandits who fell to the ground one by one.

"Tian Brothers......"

Qi Wanli's heart was sour.

From Luo Haijie's mouth, he already knew that Tian Yuanxing not only lost his memory in that massacre, but also had eye problems and became color blind. Moreover, because of his amnesia, he still had a period of time to practice chaotic secret methods, which caused huge problems in his entire body, if he hadn't been lucky enough to meet Xu Xian later, and taught him how to cultivate correctly on the way to the West Continent, I am afraid that he may have problems with his meridians and muscles at any time because of indiscriminate cultivation, and he will be paralyzed if he does not die.

The more sad you are, the angrier you get.

As he slowly approached Tian Yuan, he urged those flying swords to become more and more rapid.

Countless screams, shouts, and cries in my ears gradually faded away.

These people burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil, and everyone had blood on their hands, and they couldn't be counted as human beings at all in Qi Wanli's heart.

When he walked in front of Tian Yuanxing, the dozen or so flying swords also completed their tasks, and they flew back one by one, floating behind him.

The entire Honghe Village has become a ruin, just like the Zhao family hundreds of miles away.

Countless heads rolled off, countless severed limbs were still twitching, blood flowed like rivers, soaked the ground, and bonfires still beating.

At this time, Qi Wanli suddenly hooked his fingers, only to see a big fat man lying in the pile of corpses exclaimed, pulled by the force, and crawled in front of him, it was Zhao Fan.

"You, you're Dean Bai!"

Zhao Fan's eyes rolled, and he cried loudly: "Dean Bai, thank you for coming in time......!

Before he finished speaking, Qi Wanli said coldly: "Your Zhao family, I have already perished." ”

Zhao Fan's next words were all stuck in his throat.

His pupils dilated, his breathing stagnated, and his movements froze in mid-air.

"In short, I wish you guys eternal purgatory in the next life. Qi Wanli glanced at him with disgust, and held a long sword floating behind his back with his backhand.