"Don't, grandpa!" Pan Xie shouted, his eyes were bleeding, and he rushed towards the two men.

"Grandpa the village chief~~~" The children cried, clenched their fists and rushed towards the two men as they rested.

Hearing the children's exclamations, Ji Ping knew that the old village chief was finished, and the two men were about to attack the children, and then looked at the surrounding villagers from time to time to be poisoned, Ji Ping was anxious, his liver and gallbladder were split, he roared, raised his left arm to face the sharp knife inserted into his chest, the sharp knife pierced into the arm, regardless of the pain in the heart, Ji Ping clamped the sharp knife with the bone of his arm, and grabbed the enemy's throat with his right hand, and with a click, he grabbed the person's throat, and pulled out a section of trachea, and the miserable white trachea was dangling under the throat of the hole, and the person looked down at his trachea in amazement, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, both hands tried to grasp the trachea and try to stuff it in his throat, but suddenly his whole body convulsed, and a head hung limply to his chest, and he fell to the ground.

At this time, another knife also slashed at Ji Ping's back, pulling out a wound three or four inches long, the muscles rolled over, and blood gushed out.

Ji Ping snorted bitterly and shouted: "Xiao Hei, fight quickly! Go and save the villagers!" After shouting, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the whole person retreated so quickly, breaking into the arms of a person behind him, raising his elbows, infusing internal qi, and firmly pressing on the chest of the person behind him, and then in the clear sound of fractures, the body jumped away, only to see that the chest of the man who slashed Ji Ping from behind collapsed, his back arched high, Bai Sensen's broken bones pierced his clothes and exposed from behind, and seven holes spurted blood, and he couldn't live. The remaining person is the big sword master, seeing that he can't please him, he shouted, turned around and was about to run away, Ji Ping picked up the scimitar on the ground, and shot quickly towards the fleeing man, only to see a snowy knife hit the man's back, and the scimitar opened a transparent hole in the size of the bowl mouth in the man's back to the chest, pierced through the body, and nailed to the ground with a bang, after the man rushed forward a few steps, he fell to the ground with a pop, and died with a whimper.

Xiao Hei heard his grandfather's shout, and the screams in his ears reminded him of the current tragic situation in the village, Xiao Hei also wanted to solve it quickly, but the opponent was very slippery, and several times Xiao Hei wanted to kill the opponent even if he was injured, but the other party saw through it and avoided it. Hearing Pan Xie crying grandpa, Xiao Hei knew that the village chief's grandfather was killed, and heard Grandpa Ji snorting in pain in his ears, "Ah, grandpa is also injured, no, I want to end the battle as soon as possible, I want to protect grandpa and Jima, and protect the villagers!" Xiao Hei, who was angry and attacking, couldn't care about everything, swallowed a mouthful of stone milk again, the light rose sharply, the speed increased again, and frantically attacked around Mr. Ying, only to see a dark green whirlwind around Mr. Ying's body, one after another knife light lit up, and Mr. Ying smiled bitterly, he who had fallen downwind, in the face of the speed of the little black whirlwind, the crazy attack, and soon the body was slashed dozens of times, dripping with blood, and the bloody man was generally crumbling, and finally Xiao Hei wiped his throat with a knife, and the blood spurted out from the throat of a child's mouth-like wound, and he died。

After Ji Ping killed three opponents, he hurriedly ran to the children, and during the run, Ji Ping saw Pan Xie rushing to the man who killed the village chief, and the man saw Pan Xie rushing over, and pointed forward with the scimitar, stabbing Pan Xie's throat, at this time, a black light flashed, and hit the man's scimitar, when there was a sound, the man's scimitar was deflected, and it was pierced on Pan Xie's shoulder, and it turned out to be Pan Biao throwing out his own firewood knife. Ignoring the scimitar tied to his shoulder, he suddenly rose up, pounced on the man, hugged the man's head, opened his mouth and bit the man's throat, the man screamed, his body shook violently for a while, and he fell to the ground with a puff, motionless. The children rushed up and lifted the coil to rest, and the wood knives and hunting forks kept falling on the man, and in a short time there was only a pile of meat on the ground.

Another man saw the children pounced, shook his wrist, and the scimitar in his hand was split according to the plate mark of the hunting fork in his hand, the plate mark shouted, the hunting fork in his hand was a flirtatious style, holding the scimitar, and a hunting fork of the tiger below had been stabbed into the man's stomach, only to see the tiger roar, the little boy twisted the hunting fork in his hand, and his arms screamed, and in the man's heart-rending scream, he picked up a man. Then the tiger slammed the hunting fork to the ground, and the hunting fork handle was deeply inserted into the ground, and the man could not die for a while, trembling and screaming on the hunting fork, and the blood flowed down the hunting fork handle along with the dirt in his belly.

At this time, the enemies that appeared around the village had also been killed to the square, and I saw more than 20 strong men, like bloody people, with sharp knives in their hands dripping with blood, and slowly approaching the square with a hideous face. Behind them were the corpses of villagers. The smell of blood was thick throughout the village.

Seeing the enemy slowly surrounding, smelling the strong smell of blood, the children's eyes were red as blood, and the blood all over their bodies seemed to be burned, their little fists were clenched tightly, and suddenly, the tiger raised its head to the sky and let out a loud shout "Ah~~~~" Rushing towards the enemy with a firewood knife in hand, one, two, three...... More than two dozen children rushed to the enemy with shouts.

Ji Ping hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Hei, pay attention to protect them!"

"Yes, grandpa!" Xiao Hei turned into a dark green whirlwind and rushed into the enemy formation. The last to come, before the tiger and the enemy contacted, Xiao Hei rushed to the front of the tiger, the knife flickered, three men covered their throats and fell, the tiger then arrived, a wood knife slashed at the neck of a stunned man, a head rose to the sky.

Most of these twenty or so men were third- and fourth-order cultivators, and a few fifth-order sword sects in the original team were taken by Ji Hua and Mr. Ying to enter the village, and were killed by Xiao Hei and Ji Ping. Now with Xiao Hei's sixth-order cultivation, in the face of this group of men who are generally in the third or fourth order, coupled with Xiao Heiqi's fast speed, it is a one-sided slaughter, these men are fighting with the children, often feeling the breeze blowing around them, and the vital parts of their bodies are cold, and then they feel pain, and then their consciousness gradually leaves them.

In about a quarter of an hour, the last man was lifted up by the pan-marked hunting fork on his chest, trembling and squirming on the hunting fork, and the children gasped and watched all this with glazed eyes. The children's eyes were full of stumps and broken arms, hearts, livers, internal organs, etc., and their eyes were full of scarlet.

Looking at the stupid children, Ji Ping sighed secretly, he knew that after the madness just now, the children must leave here as soon as possible, otherwise, with the children's young minds, they will not be able to bear it, and finally go crazy and fall into madness or dementia. So he commanded, "Children, go, let us get out of here and go outside the village." With that, he took the lead and walked out of the village, and the children mechanically followed Ji Ping, walking on the blood stains all over the ground, and walked towards the outside of the village.

Ji Ping took the children to a place about a mile away from the village, not far from Lijiazhuang, at this time suddenly came to meet a few people, the first one was Panhu's mother Li Juan, today Panba took the village's hunting team out to hunt, Li Juan took Panxiang back to her mother's house, she was talking to her mother at her mother's house, and suddenly her nephew ran over, saying that there seemed to be any movement in Panzu Village, and the dogs in the village were barking in the direction of Panzu Village, Li Juan could not rest assured, she wanted to go back to Panzu Village to see, and met several villagers in Lijiazhuang on the road, led by the village elder Li, and also went to Panzu Village to see the situation, Li Juan walked over with them.

Li Juan also saw Ji Ping and the children, but what kind of people did Li Juan see, only to see a group of people covered in blood, some minced meat and internal organs stuck to the tattered clothes, the children's eyes were dull, and they were walking mechanically, like a group of zombie troops, and a large swarm of flies buzzed up and down with the children's movements, and then fell and flew again.

Panxiang was so frightened that she screamed "Mom", slipped out and threw herself into her mother's arms, Li Juan fainted with a "hmm", several men in Lijiazhuang looked at the scene in front of them, an inexplicable fright, and several people's hairs stood up.

"Mother, is this haunted in broad daylight?" the village elder Li helped Li Juan, trembling.

"Lao Li, I'm Ji Ping, something happened in Panzu Village. The big zombie at the head suddenly spoke to Lao Li. At the same time, he shouted at the children: "Children, it's time to wake up!" This voice, Ji Ping shouted with internal qi, it is time to wake up the children, in such an environment, to see familiar people, it is of great help to the recovery of the children's minds.

At this time, the children's eyes slowly rolled, and their spirits slowly came out of their self-isolation.

Panhu saw his mother and sister at a glance, cried out with a "wow", and ran to Li Juan, but Lao Li waved his hand and refused to approach Panhu.

Panhu is also sensible, but he just stood far away and choked up: "Grandpa Li, you don't know me anymore, I'm Panhu." ”

There were also four or five children crying bitterly and running to a few men in Lijiazhuang, and their uncles and uncles kept screaming. The rest of the children blinked, "wow", and all burst into tears. Only Ji Ma and Xiao Hei held hands, standing behind Ji Ping, and the two children had small faces and sad faces.

"Brother Ji, is it really you? You, how did you become like this? What happened in the village?" Lao Li also looked carefully at this time, these were all living people in front of him, not a haunted ghost in vain, so he became bold and asked Ji Pingdao, but Lao Li also knew that looking at the current appearance of Ji Ping and the children, what happened in the village must be a thrilling event.

"It's hard to put into words, oh, there's a ditch in front, I'll take the children to wash it, and I'll trouble my brother to go back to the village and bring me and the children some clean clothes, and I'll tell you more when it's done." Oh, by the way, they went hunting, and they are probably coming back soon. Trouble the old brother to let people go to meet them, don't let them into the village, let them come here to talk. After Ji Ping finished speaking, he greeted the crying children and ran towards the ditch. Panzu Village suffered this catastrophe, where the surviving villagers go, and look at the next chapter.