Snort!!

Swords roared, sparks flashed, blood splattered.

The four high-level sect members were like sheep into a herd of tigers in an instant, and the martial artists of the Fierce Sword and Dart Bureau who were angry and faced were killed and wounded.

I saw Zhu Ziwu's figure like the wind, like a sharp arrow, the first to sweep into the crowd, and the first bearded man raised his sword and roared to meet him, but he was instantly shocked back.

Those who can barely block the master of marrow training head-on are at least at the level of practicing dirty, and this bearded man is obviously the leader of the martial arts.

However, the other martial artists around him did not have such cultivation, and the two martial artists who were closest to him saw that the leader was shocked back, and they didn't want to slash at the attacking Zhu Ziwu from the left and right.

However, snort twice!

Zhu Ziwu smiled and changed his ghostly moves, the knife flashed, an arm, and a huge human head suddenly flew up, and blood rain sprayed directly!

There were only eight martial artists present, and one was killed and one seriously injured under the face!

Then, Yao Changlai, Tang Yongcheng, and Zhao Zhixin, the three high-ranking sect members, killed at the same time, brutally swords and swords, and strangled them separately.

The vast majority of other martial artists are only at the level of external training, and they are difficult to parry at all, and there are almost casualties in the face.

The screams were terrible, and the roars of despair resounded endlessly.

Seeing this, the congregants surrounding the post station howled excitedly, as if they were stimulated by such a bloody hunt;

And Qi Gang glanced at Chen Zheng and Jiang Ping, who were stunned in place, unhappily at the moment:

"Why, you two still want me to ask you to make a move? There are still people in there, go and cook them, dead or alive! ”

Chen Zheng's eyes were cold, and Jiang Ping immediately made a look.

Then the two of them flew off their horses, crossed the tattered earthen wall, and walked directly towards the inside of the inn earthen building.

However, as soon as he stepped into it, two martial artists rushed out from the dark corner with tears in their eyes, and slashed wildly with their swords:

"Miscellaneous people, grandpa fought with you——!"

Between the two of them, they roared vigorously, looking at the cultivation that seemed to have a bone training level,

But this kind of cultivation, not to mention Chen Zheng, is not enough in Jiang Ping's eyes.

I saw his cold face flash, the iron spear in his hand swept the flying thorns, and the collision of just a few moves made the arm of the martial artist who was slashed wildly tremble, and the blade rebounded, staggering back.

Then, the cold light burst out like a flying star, and after the martial artist managed to parry a few moves, several blood holes appeared on his body, and then he fell down with a bang.

On Chen Zheng's side, he had to take out the sword even earlier, and the cold light of the blade was flying, almost enveloping the young martial artist who wanted to burn the jade on the other side.

Bang Bang!

However, in the blink of an eye or two, after a rapid sound of gold and iron, the opponent's body trembled violently, and blood light burst out from his body one after another, and then the figure flew out upside down, collapsing the weathered wall.

The battle was resolved in three or five moves, and Chen Zheng looked at the motionless young martial artist outside the cave, silent, without any joy of victory.

He had no grievances with the other party, and did not kill him, but finally hit him with the back of the knife, causing him to faint.

But whether the other party can survive in the end is really beyond his control now.

At this moment, the sound of fighting outside the tulou gradually subsided, and Chen Zheng and Jiang Ping walked out to see that most of the eight martial artists outside had fallen in a pool of blood.

Only the bearded man at the head was left, and there was another martial artist who seemed to be at the level of practicing dirty, covered in blood and with countless knife wounds, and was fighting with Zhu Ziwu and others.

However, with the huge gap in strength between the two sides, they can't do it if they want to exchange their lives for their lives.

It didn't take long for him to reach the end of the crossbow, one was cut by a knife, and the other was pierced through the chest by two sectists, and blood was sprinkled all over the ground.

The smell of rolling blood filled the air, and finally all the corpses of the martial artists lay on the ground.

Chen Zheng, who came out, looked at this scene with dark eyes.

When he came to this world, he also killed people without mercy, but they were all enemies and enemies.

The extreme ferocity of Qi Gang, Zhu Ziwu and others has touched his bottom line as a human being.

After the last martial artist lay on the ground, Zhu Ziwu's clothes were stained with blood, and he kicked the corpse under his feet contemptuously, and turned back to his life:

"Qi Nei, you can go in."

"Well done."

The tall horse Qi Gang lightly rode his horse into the post station:

"Throw the bodies out and see what they're escorting."

"Yes!"

Zhu Ziwu, who practiced marrow, had a status only below Qi Gang, and immediately shouted, and after commanding the other sect members to pick up the corpses on the ground, he directly threw them out of the post station, exposing the corpses in the wilderness.

I didn't even bother to dig a pit and bury the body.

And when the martial artist who was knocked unconscious by Chen Zheng with his secret hand was carried out.

"Wait!"

When Zhu Ziwu happened to pass by, he seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly stopped the two sect members who were carrying the corpses, and said coldly:

"There's still a breath on this, haven't you two idiots noticed it?"

Laugh at!

Before the words fell, he suddenly drew his knife, pierced the young martial artist's chest with a knife, and twisted it fiercely.

The martial artist's body trembled slightly, and he was completely silent.

"Okay, throw it away, pay attention to Lao Tzu next time!"

It was as if he had slaughtered a chicken casually, Zhu Ziwu scolded a few times, and the two sect members who carried the corpse laughed again and again.

Chen Zheng on the side stared coldly at this scene and did not speak.

Zhu Ziwu looked at it and sneered:

"This man was lifted out of it, and he was hit by a knife wound, you should have dealt with it, right? As a high-level sect member, a martial artist at the level of external training can't solve it neatly, which makes people laugh off their big teeth. Go back and practice martial arts well, and don't lose the face of the Divine Sect when you come out in the future! ”

After two reprimands, he left haughtily.

Although Chen Zheng's expression was calm and unmoved, there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

......

By the time the corpses were finished, it was already dark.

The other sect members also counted the goods escorted by the caravan warriors.

It was a full of hundreds of catties of various medicinal materials, worth hundreds of gold baht.

The Guangwu Heavenly Dynasty implemented the gold and silver standard, one copper baht can buy two white-flour steamed buns, and one silver baht is enough for a family of three to live for half a month.

And one gold baht can buy thousands of catties of fine grain.

The value of this batch of medicinal materials is not small, and it happens that the rudder base of medicinal materials or something is also urgently needed, and it is just right to transport it back for its own use.

In addition, more than ten horses of the martial artists of the Fierce Sword and Dart Bureau are also a lot of gains, which add up to a few gold baht.

Of course, all the gains have nothing to do with all the congregants present.

In this way, Qi Gang occupied the best position in the post station, followed by other high-ranking sects, and some of the other sect members rested, and some kept vigil, spending the night.

As for Chen Zheng, he didn't sleep all night.

No one knows what is going on in your heart.

And early in the morning.

As soon as the light of day dawned, everyone set out again, leading the goods harvested from yesterday's massacre.

Hurried all the way, trekked for more than 200 miles, and finally arrived near the Yin Mountain where the Blood Eagle Thieves were hiding before evening.