The bandit boss let out a loud shout and glanced at his men. His subordinates got up one after another, kicked and kicked, and kicked the tables, chairs, and tea bowls in the tea shed. The old couple who were cooking were so frightened that they hid in the corner of the stove, not daring to make a sound, hugging each other and shivering.

The half-sized child is the son of two couples, and his eyes are red, and he is desperately stopping in front of the manger. The mustache waved his whip, and with a whip swept Xiao Er down, and the horse stepped on it, and after a terrible scream, the child fell in a pool of blood, and after a few convulsions, he was lifeless.

Seeing this, several other horse bandits laughed wildly, reached out and took out the hook claw tied with a long rope from their waists, threw it on the roof of the tea shed, and pulled the horse back.

A wooden stake with a beam smashed towards the old couple inside, the two were old and frail, and they had no time to dodge, the old man protected the old woman, his back was hit by the stake, and his body fell to the ground on his stomach. The fallen straw hut covered the stove and was simmered by the flames, and soon a thick puff of smoke rose and burned brightly.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the end of the hand, this kind of thing naturally doesn't need the boss to make a move, and with a wave of his hand, the horse team chased after him along the road that the Zhao family's convoy had just taken.

The old woman was not crushed to death, but staggered out of the fire, with some sparks on her body, and saw that her own children outside had also died tragically, and she was trampled by horses, and she couldn't help crying.

The horse team had gone a little farther, and when he heard the sound, the bald fat man took two arrows, and took the bow in his hand like a full moon, and shot it like a full moon. The terrible crying came to an abrupt end, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves and the smoke and dust raised on the loess road.

The sun was already dusk, and the remnant sun was like blood, dyeing the sky red with blood.

The Zhao family's convoy, because the carriage was inconvenient for climbing, could only whip the horses as much as possible all the way. The horses pulling the cart all snorted hot, and the car was jolted and swayed.

Chen Muzhi lifted the curtain behind the carriage, and saw a puff of smoke rising from the place he had just left.

The leader of the Ding family also saw it, and after running on the road for a long time, he naturally knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly rode to the carriage outside Zhao Yuanwai and shouted: "My lord! It's not good, those horse thieves set fire to extinguish their mouths, they must be chasing! ”

That Zhao Yuanwai leaned out of the carriage, looked back, and hurriedly said, "This!" Can the carriage be faster?"

"No matter how fast the carriage is, it can't outrun the horses of that group, so let's find a way!"

"What can you do?"

The leader of the family glanced at the back car and said, "In the tea shed just now, what the group of horse thieves said, it is better to ......" approached Zhao Yuanwai and whispered, "It is better to call the eldest lady over, leave a few family members behind, and the two carriages will go separately." ”

Zhao Yuanwai heard what he said, glared at him, and said, "That's the miracle doctor who invited the old lady to save his life!" Don't think about it! Throw away all the heavy objects you bring with you, leave a few people as an ambush, and the others go quickly! ”

"Hey! All right! ”

The leader of the family rolled his eyes twice, hurriedly beckoned a few people, pulled a long rope, and tied it to the trees on both sides of the road, the common stumbling rope, hoping to delay for a while.

He ran all the way, throwing down all the things on the carriage all the way, and spreading out the gold and silver cloth he brought with him in a conspicuous place.

The leader of the family came over and said to Zhao Ruyi again, "Miss, the carriage is too heavy to run fast." ”

Zhao Ruyi, who followed Liang Wenxin and Chen Muzhi to sit in a car, thought to himself, in order to reduce the weight of the carriage, he told Liang Wenxin about it, and asked people to bring their red horses over, and stepped on the horse with long legs from the carriage. Turning back and smiling into the carriage, Goose Egg's face showed two dimples.

Chen Muzhi watched her get on the horse, climbed to the driving position of the carriage with a good view, held the flying sword in his hand, and looked behind him.

After a while, I saw smoke and dust billowing behind me, and I vaguely heard the sound of eager horses' hooves, and the horse bandits' men and horses had already caught up as if they were flying.

"So fast!"

There was a sharp whistle, and an arrow shot far into the air with a urging sound, but fortunately the carriage was a little faster, and it could be shot on the ground behind the carriage. The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and the sound of hitting the ground was like a noisy war drum, and the faces of everyone beside the car changed greatly, and the horses were urged to drive even more urgently.

In fact, Chen Muzhi is okay, yesterday on the beast boat, I saw Yang Hu's Jindan divine power to kill in all directions, all kinds of spells, magic weapons, just the killing intent of the high-level monks made people's blood coagulated, silent like a cicada, and the scene was much more than now.

"It's just ...... now" Chen Muzhi frowned, if he could make a flying sword, none of the mortal martial artists chasing after him should be able to block a blow. Seeing that the carriage was bumpy and bumpy, he hurriedly got back into the carriage and asked with concern, "Master, are you okay?" Turning his hand and hitting a talisman on Liang Wenxin's body, the yellow light shrouded Liang Wenxin's body in a thin layer.

"I'm fine," Liang Wenxin said with a slight smile, "Come here." ”

"Yes." Chen Muzhi lowered the curtain and sat down in front of Liang Wenxin.

"The Qihuang Sword issued in the door comes out, and the second-order flying sword cannot be used by your current spiritual power."

When Chen Muzhi heard this, he hurriedly took out the Qihuang Sword issued when he entered the school, just looking at the appearance, it was indeed far worse than the second-order Peerless Shadow Qingfeng Sword, not only was it one section shorter, but it also had no edge, and the bronze sword body was also mediocre.

Liang Wenxin said: "This Qihuang Sword has also been used in the door for hundreds of years, one is cheap, but of course, the most important thing is that it consumes less spiritual power. When casting, the materials with the seven attributes of 'fire, wood, jade, snow, wind, thunder, and blood' are used, so it is called Qihuang Sword, although the grade is low, and the materials are miscellaneous, but different spiritual roots can be quickly started. ”

Chen Muzhi picked up his sword and looked carefully in front of him, and suddenly heard two screams and the snoring of the horse bandits, presumably the horse bandits had already chased and killed.

Liang Wenxin stretched out his hand to close the wooden board on the car window, "Mu Zhi, you try to put your spiritual strength into the flying sword." There was also a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Chen Muzhi hurriedly held his breath and condensed, retracted his mind, pinched a sword trick with one hand and entered the flying sword to the middle of his divine sense, immersed himself in it, and tried to sense the spirit sword for the first time.

Liang Wenxin was talking about the essentials of refining the flying sword, and Chen Muzhi crossed his spiritual power towards the flying sword. The flying sword received spiritual power, and the pale yellow aura on the surface flowed, slowly floating in front of Chen Muzhi's body.

Outside the horses neighed and shouted to kill, maybe the horse bandits wanted to capture Liang Wenxin alive in the carriage, and did not release arrows into the car.

Chen Muzhi only felt that the aura contained in the flying sword was merging with his own spiritual power.

Liang Wenxin said that the flying sword recognizes the master, so the first sacrifice of the flying sword is often easier. Moreover, Chen Muzhi's weapon spirit root is also consistent with the attributes of the weapon, and the progress of the sacrifice is also faster than that of other spirit roots.

The sacrificial flying sword must be connected with the flying sword with its own divine sense, so that it can be manipulated freely and the sword can be used against the enemy. It's just that now there is no sword trick to learn the chapter, Chen Muzhi can control the flying sword, and he can only slash indiscriminately.

If the sword trick is proficient in the future, the monk who is good at flying swords can move the sword at will, or even let it go, and then he can fight on his own. But learning sword skills also depends on personal talent, and in the world of cultivation, sword cultivation is undoubtedly the strongest kind.

Now others can't see it, but Chen Muzhi feels that his spiritual power is starting from the hilt of the sword, wrapping the flying sword little by little, and slowly advancing towards the tip of the sword along the sword body.

There is still a trace of success in the sacrifice.

"Don't!!"

A girl's exclamation suddenly came from outside the carriage, followed by a few "dang, bang" several weapons crashing.

Chen Muzhi held his breath and frowned, the index finger of his right hand, the middle finger of his right hand, and the two fingers together, the spiritual power gathered, and he tapped at the sword body, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his head. The last trace of the tip of the sword was also covered by spiritual power, and Chen Muzhi heard a small "ding" in his ears.

"It's done!"

Chen Muzhi said in surprise, Zhao Ruyi's miserable screams came from outside, and he hurriedly opened the door of the carriage, and just leaned out, two sharp arrows passed by, and "Tuk Tuk" shot twice on the car board beside him.

Chen Muzhi had already hit a talisman on his body, and even if he was shot, this mortal weapon would not be able to break through the spiritual defense, but he was still frightened.

Looking closely, Zhao Ruyi's red clothes were already in tatters, barely protecting the front of him with one hand, and holding a waist knife in the other, he was near outside the carriage, panting. One side of her body was stained with blood, and even Qiao Lidu's face had a red and swollen whip mark.

Several horse bandits on horseback were laughing and waving whips and preparing to rush again, led by the lewd mustache.

There are seven or eight members of the Zhao family lying around here, who have been killed and wounded, and several horse bandits who have dismounted are mending knives and picking up property, and Zhao Yuanwai's carriage does not know where it has gone.

I didn't expect it to be just this moment of effort, and it was so miserable. Chen Muzhi's spiritual power was low, and he felt that his spiritual power had been exhausted just by refining the flying sword.

But at this time, he couldn't hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly waved his fingers, and the flying sword behind him was in the same mind, shooting towards the horse bandit on horseback like a meteor catching the moon.

Although it is said that the immortal nobles and lowly people adhere to the convention of "old age and death do not get along", the scar-faced bandit leader brother has also seen some scenes, with a big iron spear horizontal on the saddle, riding on a horse. Before the others could react, they saw the bronze sword light flying out from a distance, and shouted, "It's a flying sword!" Hide! ”

Where is it too late! I saw that the flying sword didn't have any way, and it slashed all the way, and the horse bandits who were blocking the front were cut into four by people and horses! Before the wails of death could be uttered, they gushed out along with blood.

The flying sword was castrated, and with the drenched blood, it slashed in front of the mustache's face, and the mustache was agile, and he leaned back sharply, and kicked the horse's belly with both feet, and the horse neighed and rushed forward.

The flying sword immediately turned, slashed downward, and was only a step slower, only cutting off a bunch of ponytails, and half of the sword body was inserted into the earth.

The mustache looked back and saw that the flying sword was not moving, and saw that Chen Muzhi was very young, and kicked the horse again, his face was hideous, and he was holding a horn-shaped scimitar in each of his left and right hands, and rushed towards Chen Muzhi with a roar!