Burning Sky looked at Andal, who was desperately rushing over with a sword and dagger, like a master in a state of madness, passing on an idea of appreciation. Of course, Burning Sky didn't notice anything abnormal about its master, on the contrary, it liked the domineering murderous aura on its master's body, although it felt that the master's murderous aura was still pitifully weak, but it was very clear about the master's combat power.

If it hadn't firmly remembered the master's instructions, Burning Sky would have already released its own unique second-level demonic beast coercion, and it believed that the group of murderous humans in front of it couldn't resist its own coercion at all, at least, the three iron-hoofed horses that looked tall and strong would definitely be immediately frightened and unable to stand up again.

When Andal rushed to his master's side, Burning Sky finally felt that the killing intent in his master's body seemed to rise to a height that made it a little frightened, and at this time, it also found a trace of danger in the midst of the bandits.

The stubble man in the middle with a good armor and an eight-foot machete, he rode on an iron-hoofed horse, stopped the hundreds of subordinates who were about to move behind him, and his breath was extremely strong, and the aura that made the burning sky a little nervous came from this big man's dantian.

"Master, don't be impulsive. The little boss in the middle should be one of the best among the bandits, a third-level warrior, and I felt a strong fighting spirit from him. The two beside him are not mediocre hands, we might as well withdraw and join the slave catchers, we can't fight with them. ”

Andal's legs trembled, but he mustered up the courage to stand beside Monyan, and said with a dagger pointing at the only three knights among the bandits.

In fact, at this time, Meng Yang's mind was indeed filled with killing intent, and in a trance, he returned to those bloody battlefields. In the battle between conquering and being conquered, tempering and growing up is the way of life of the lovers.

Thinking of the word "love", Meng Yang's heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was so painful that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, but Andal's words made his soul slightly sober, he pointed the flame scimitar at the group of bandits a hundred meters away, and said to Andal: "Be careful yourself, wait a minute, I will let the burning sky protect you!"

At this moment, the leader of the scumbag man among the bandits thrusted a machete into the rocky ground in front of the horse's head, and shouted angrily at Meng Yang: "Who are you? How did you get here?"

The leader actually received a distress call from the outpost bandits, and rushed to the scene, and when he saw Meng Yang running wildly, he immediately realized that something was wrong, so he stopped the army in front of the cattle herding. However, he didn't see the slightest trace of fighting spirit or magic from Meng Yang after watching it for a long time, and when Andal shouted at his master to run, the leader was overjoyed, thinking that Meng Yang might be a noble young master who traveled the mountains and rivers.

Where did Meng Yang still have the heart to talk nonsense with these bandits, he just wanted to behead all these people with a knife, only killing could eliminate the severe pain in his heart. As for what third-level warriors Andal reminded him of, he automatically ignored them, just shook his scimitar and shouted softly: "Burning the sky, take care of this kid, kill!"

Like a gust of wind, Meng Yang rushed towards the bandits a hundred meters away with a flame scimitar, and jumped out more than ten meters in one breath, and the three bandit knights were startled at the same time.

The scumbag man snorted, and more than a dozen people immediately rushed out of the bandit team, either holding spears or lifting hook forks, shouting wildly, and rushed up in response to Meng Yang.

Burning Sky let out a low roar, wagging his tail at Andal, and in a flash he was at Monyan's side.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept up in the cattle herding, and the wind and sand fascinated the eyes of a group of bandits.

"Be careful! spread out, take care of protection!"

The big man roared, and the bandits began to disperse in a chaotic manner, and they felt two fierce winds rushing into their midst.

"Shiruru!"

The three iron-hoofed horses suddenly panicked and neighed, shook their bodies with all their might, and threw the three horse-mounted bandits off their horses, but with a few bangs, the three tall iron-hoofed horses fell to the ground with their limbs twitching.

The wind and sand are very weird, the scumbag man holds a big machete in one hand, a whirl in the air, standing firmly on the ground, he hears the strange sound of weapons entering the flesh around him, mixed with the unwilling hoarse and miserable humming before the death of the person.

Dahan's heart sank to the bottom.

He was sure that he hadn't met a mage or a high-level warrior, but the scene in front of him, especially the strange gust of wind and sand, was beyond his knowledge. He suddenly realized that it must have been this group that had broken through his outpost.

The fighting spirit quickly flashed on his two hands, the big man roared violently, and the machete let out a clear and low groan, he had already urged the fighting spirit to prepare for battle.

However, Dahan's eyes wandered, but he only saw the figures around him flickering, and he couldn't see whether it was the enemy or his subordinates, and the golden fighting spirit gradually overflowed Dahan's armor, and he knew that he had met a strong man, an unknown strong man.

The panicked more than a dozen breaths passed, and the wind and sand settled.

The three souls of the Great Han frightened off two souls, and the more than two hundred subordinates he brought out, including two first-level warrior subordinates, all fell in a pool of blood, and the strong bloody aura was only emitted at this time.

The black-haired boy who looked like a demon god, holding a flaming scimitar in his right hand, the sword was still dripping with blood beads, and a foot-long golden cat squatted at the young man's feet, grinning at the big man, as if he might rush forward at any time.

Dahan couldn't believe it, because he hadn't heard a single weapon exchange at all, not to mention how this young man killed more than 200 of his subordinates in just a dozen breaths?

"Burn the sky, let me come!"

Meng Yang said in a deep voice, Burning Sky retreated unhappily, Meng Yang raised his scimitar diagonally and pointed at the scumbag man and said, "Tell me where the bandit leader is hiding, I can spare your life!"

The big man was originally a fierce man, although he was frightened in his heart, he didn't eat this set, and scolded angrily in his mouth: "Boy, suffer death!" and slashed at the top of Meng Yang's head with a terrible wind.

Meng Yang snorted and swung his knife to meet him.

The moment the wind and sand stopped, Andal's heart almost completely stopped beating.

Sure enough, it was a demonic beast, so powerful, more than two hundred bandits fell to the ground in an instant, and suddenly saw that the master was swinging a knife and preparing to take the attack of the third-level warriors, and suddenly felt a chill in the vest.

Third-level warriors, fighting spirit and martial arts, this knife is cut down, not to mention two thousand catties? Don't say that it is the master's body, which is a big boulder on the table, and it may also be cut open with a knife, why doesn't the master let the monster cat get on it, and he has to rush up stupidly to fight hard?

However, because of the extreme stimulation and nervousness, Andal felt that there was no breath flowing in his chest and lungs, and he could not make a sound at all, and then he saw the golden machete of the bandit leader against his master's flaming scimitar of nine gold coins.

"Dang!"

The sparks splashed everywhere, and the bandit leader of the third-level warrior actually took three steps back, his fighting spirit flickered, and his face showed a shocked look, but Meng Yang's body didn't shake for a moment, and as soon as he took a wrong step, the bandit leader lost his trace in his eyes.

"Not good!"

The leader shouted wildly in his heart, and danced the machete with both hands, covering his body like a big windmill, but he still felt a little hot from many parts of his body, and what shocked him was that he found that his fighting spirit was leaving his body little by little, and the machete that had followed him for many years now weighed more than a thousand pounds, and finally made him unable to dance anymore, unable to hold it, and fell to the ground.

Touch!

Two crisp clicks woke the leader up, and then he howled miserably and fell to his knees, but Meng Yang smashed his two knees with the back of his knife.

The leader was clean and clean, and dozens of small wounds on his body began to gush blood, and the severe pain made him want to roll on the ground, but found that his body seemed to be locked, where did he move?

Syllable!

A cold sword with the tip of the Sen Han knife raised the leader's chin, he almost crushed his teeth in pain, and his eyes shot an incomparably fierce light, glaring at Meng Yang who had hit him hard.

"Say, where is your leader now?" asked Monyan indifferently.

"Phew, fuck, after a long time, Lao Tzu was planted in the hands of a barbarian, and I want to get news from Lao Tzu, you are delusional!" The big man quenched a mouthful of blood, but his head didn't dare to move.

"Ahh

The knife flashed, and the leader Dahan screamed, his left hand was cut off by Meng Yang's shoulder to shoulder, and blood gushed like a spring in an instant, but Meng Yang's knife was pressed on his shoulder, heavy as a mountain, making it difficult for him to struggle.

"Say it, I'll give you a good time!" Meng Yang had no mercy in his heart for these wicked bandits.

"If you have a kind, kill Lao Tzu!" the big man howled in pain.

"Ahh

His remaining hand was cut off again, and even the body of a third-level warrior couldn't withstand such a violent injury at all, and the voice of screaming and screaming suddenly became hoarse.

Burning Sky squatted lazily at Andal's feet, Andal wanted to stay away from Burning Sky, but he didn't dare, looking at the reincarnated master of the killing god, Andal didn't know whether he was happy or worried, and for a while he had mixed feelings, his mood was agitated, and he couldn't help himself.

"Where is your leader, last chance?"

Meng Yang's cold and emotionless voice seemed to come from the sky to Dahan's consciousness that he was about to faint, and he muttered fiercely: "you~~~~~~~"

Brush!

The sword flashed, and the big man's head flew high, and the blood in his neck splattered a foot high.

Meng Yang shook the knife in his hand slightly, and all the blood stains were eliminated, turned around in the sheath, and said to Andal: "Old rules, but this time the corpse can be left for Lord Beyong!"

Only then did the killing intent in the sky dissipate, and Meng Yang returned to his normal state.

Nearly mechanically, more than two hundred heads were cut off, and Burning Sky piled up the headless corpses into a mountain high.

Meng Yang looked at the way he came and muttered, "Lord Beyong has arrived. ”

Andal wiped his sweat, and heard the sound of a large group of people and horses moving from the direction he came, and said in his heart, the master is really a god, how did he know that the adults of the slave hunting team were coming?

Immediately, Andal's complexion changed and changed, and he leaned over to Meng Yang's side and whispered, "Master, let's be careful, these slave catchers are likely to rob us of our credit?"

Meng Yang sneered: "Robbing? It's up to them? You see that the bandit leader I killed just now is a third-level warrior, right? What about Beyong?"

Andal's eyes were beaming, and his spirits perked up: "Lord Beyong is a first-class warrior. It's about the same as the two subordinates of the bandit leader. ”

Meng Yang turned to Burning Sky and shouted, "Burning Heaven, call me the three horses!"

Burning Sky leaped from the high pile of corpses to the three fainting horses, and with a few low howls, the three horses got back to their feet and ran to Monyan and Andal with great dexterity.

Andal pointed to the large pile of heads and asked, "Master, what about these heads?"

Andal was clever enough to leave the heads of the three bosses aside.

Meng Yang landed on an iron-hoofed horse with a slight jump, and sneered: "Forget it, the heads of those ordinary bandits will be left for the slave catcher team to exchange for rewards, and you can bring these three valuable ones." ”

Although Andal was extremely reluctant, his original intention was to take these heads away even if he fought to the death, and when he heard his master's orders, he walked over and picked up the three heads, but just happened to see the Burning Sky sneakily take out the heart from the corpse of the third-level warrior leader and swallow it in one bite, and he was immediately frightened.

The stealing Burning Sky wagged his tail at Andal as a threat, and Andal somehow understood what Burning Sky meant, and nodded vigorously.

"Andal, how are these bandits doing?"

Suddenly, Meng Yang asked.

Andal almost gasped and shivered a few times in quick succession.

It turned out that whether it was an outpost or a cattle herder, he was ordered to cut off his head, and he gave full play to the skillful skills of the thief and groped all the money bags of all the bandits. He thinks that he is unaware of the ghosts, but he does not know that everything is under the control of his master.

"Lord, master, I ・・・・・・" Andal was at a loss, not knowing what to say, but weakly handed the bulging package on his back to Meng Yang's hand.

Meng Yang didn't pick it up, but said coldly: "Andal, this is the first and last time, I don't want the people around me to hide anything from me. This money will be used as a coil for us all the way to Sisan Castle. Remember, the next is not an example. ”

Andal's cold sweat dripped down the ground, and he hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, master, the little one doesn't dare anymore." ”

The heads of the three leaders hung on the iron-hoofed horse squatting in the sky, and as soon as Andal put away the package and rode on the horse, he saw the banner of the slave catchers flying high on the road from which they came.

"Let's go!"

Meng Yang had no intention of waiting for the slave catchers to come, and ordered.

The three iron-hoofed horses rushed towards the way they came, and soon ran into a team of more than 100 slave hunters led by Beyong.

"Ah, warrior, have you ever found a bandit?"

Beyong saw a master, a servant, and a cat riding an iron-hoofed horse, stopped the procession, and shouted loudly.

"Beyong-sama, take a step to speak. Meng Yang turned over and dismounted, walked to the side with Beyong and whispered for a while, then got on the horse and hugged his fist at Beyong, "My lord, then there will be a time later!"

Beyong watched the three horses slowly drift away from the separated slave catchers with a bit of a dazed look, and suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly: "Warrior, I haven't asked your name yet!"

But the three horsemen of Mengyang had already gone far.

Beyong was gloomy at first, then turned over on his horse in a good mood, pointed his sword at the cattle herding and shouted: "Forward, herding the cows!"

Nineteen days later, Meng Yang, who had fought in three towns and fifteen villages, and slaughtered nearly 2,000 bandits, finally arrived at Sisang Castle.

In thirty-seven battles, Andal was wounded in nine places, Monyan was wounded in three places, and the magic power of the Burning Sky was exhausted twice.

Monyan's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the sergeants on duty at the high-walled castle, for they all saw the iron-hoofed horse with its head on it.