"If you go through this step, you will die!"

Holding the Shilan sword in his right hand, his eyes exuded endless murderous aura, and none of the disciples rushed forward at this time.

"What are you afraid of, come with me, rush!"

Behind everyone, Li Le rushed out, waved the double knives in his hands, and went straight to Zhang Yin.

The little minions were all infected, and they roared after him and killed them.

The sound of killing was shattered in an instant.

After all, the other party had a large number of people, and Zhang Yin wielded the Shilan sword with one hand, slashing and retreating.

His body was already covered with blood, but not a drop was his, and he yelled and slashed down the people in front of him.

Suddenly, Li Le flew over after he slashed a person, and the double knife target locked on his throat, Zhang Yin's body moved, quickly adjusted his position, and then used the big sword in his hand to block the stabbing double knife.

Then the big sword propped up the ground, the whole body provoked, and directly kicked Li Le's head, Li Le instantly felt black in front of him, and then Zhang Yin made up two more feet in his chest, and his whole person flew out in an instant, and knocked down two little minions at the same time.

At this moment, Li Le's whole person had already fainted.

Due to the large number of people, many people have already entered the village, and many villagers have died unexpectedly, Zhang Yin killed from the dozens of people surrounding him and rushed into the village.

The village was full of enemies, and these people must have been far more than the more than a hundred people who had just arrived, and at least fifty or sixty people had been added at some point, Zhang Yin guessed that it might have been brought by Li Le and Yan Zhu later.

Looking at the scene in the village in front of him, he frowned and sighed, there was nothing he could do at this time.

Seeing that a child next to him was about to be killed by the little minion, his eyes showed a ruthlessness, and he hurried behind him in two steps, and the Shilan sword in his hand directly cut down the little minion's revelation on the spot and rolled to the side.

"Quick, run over there!"

He patted the child on the shoulder and pointed to the hill behind the village.

Zhang Yin got up, his eyes glanced at the door of the Gathering Hall, Zhang Dahai and several people were stopped by a minion leader, and an anger instantly rose in his heart, and one jumped to the roof and quickly rushed over.

The little leader who stopped Zhang Dahai was the captain of the team led by Li Le before, Wang Fan.

Wang Fan slashed it several times, smiling, and a bandit blocked in front of Zhang Dahai, and his head was kicked in half on the spot.

Wang Fan laughed and slashed at Zhang Dahai again, but in a second, there was an angry roar behind him.

"Dog thief, give me death!"

Wang Fan also had a little strength, and Yu Guang glanced at Zhang Yin, who was flying down behind him, and a fear instantly rose in his heart, and at the same time he quickly retreated a few steps back.

Zhang Yin kicked in the air, kicked on the ground, and was directly kicked out of a small pit, while quickly sliding forward a few steps, and kicked Wang Fan's chin.

Wang Fan panicked, he didn't have time to dodge at all, and was kicked heavily on the chin by this kick, his jaw was dislocated on the spot, and his whole person flew up.

Zhang Yin also jumped up and jumped on top of him, and then with a hideous face and anger, he punched Wang Fan's chest.

Wang Fan was hit by this punch and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, his chest was extremely painful, and almost all of his ribs were shattered by this punch.

He was beaten directly to the roof of the Justice Hall and lay on it.

Zhang Yin turned over and came to his side, pulled him by the hand, face up.

At this time, Wang Fan was speechless, almost only one breath, all the bones in his chest cavity were shattered, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his eyes seemed to see the devil, full of fear, he wanted to run, wanted to move, but he only had the ability to flick his fingers.

Looking at his frightened eyes, Zhang Yin gritted his teeth, raised his fist, and then roared angrily and punched him in the face.

This punch hit Wang Fan's face, without hearing the slightest scream, the skull was shattered on the spot, and under the huge force, the roof of the Juyi Hall was directly broken, Wang Fan flew down and smashed on the table, the table collapsed instantly, and Wang Fan died on the spot.

Zhang Yin retreated and escaped, and got off the roof.

"Master, quickly take my eldest brother and run to the stronghold on the mountain."

There was a little blood on the side of Zhang Dahai's mouth, and he kept panting, he was already seriously injured, and the master held his shoulders and pulled him to the back mountain.

"Xiao Yin, come up alive."

With great difficulty, the two of them walked up the hill.

Zhang Yin glanced at Zhang Dahai's back, then turned around and entered the village.

Kill people when they see them, Zhang Yin is holding Shilan's big sword, and he doesn't know how many enemies' heads he has chopped off.

An hour later, there was no living mouth in the village, the villagers and bandits had already been killed by them, and now, they were all headless corpses, dead at the hands of Zhang Yin.

At this moment, Zhang Yin's face was tired, his clothes were stained red with blood, his entire face was covered with blood, and the Shilan sword in his hand could no longer see its original appearance.

He was in the middle of the village, and his sword was still dripping blood.

"Ugh..."

With a sigh, he came to the lake with the big sword, threw it casually, and threw the big sword into the water, causing a splash.

Shaking his wrist, the weight of this big sword is not light, and after swinging it for a long time, his wrist is already sore.

Where the big sword fell into the water, a ball of blood instantly floated.

With a calm face, Zhang Yin took off all his clothes, threw them aside, and then jumped into the water.

After a while, he came up, the blood stains on his body had been washed quickly, glanced at the blood-red clothes next to him, and shook his head.

Walking towards the Righteous Hall, he went straight to the inner room, took out a set of his clothes from a dilapidated cabinet, and put them on.

It was also a coarse linen garment, and after changing clothes, he tied his hair with a strip of hair at random and walked out of the door.

A few jumped to the back of the village, and then jumped lightly, jumped on several branches, and lay down on them, tired of him, and soon fell asleep.

Mountains.

Zhang Dahai and his master hid in a hut, and Zhang Dahai lay on the animal skin bed next to him, panting.

The master heated the water, poured hot water in a big bowl with a broken corner, and brought it to Zhang Dahai.

"Big brother, drink some hot water."

Zhang Dahai frowned, picked up the bowl with both hands, blew it, and then drank it with a gulp, drank half a bowl in one gulp, and then handed the bowl over, the master took it and put the bowl aside.

"Big brother, are there better?"

The master asked with a worried face.

Zhang Dahai stopped.

"It's better, but to no avail, I'm afraid I won't live for a few days."

Looking at the master's ugly expression, Zhang Dahai smiled.

"Don't do that, be happy."

The master asked for Zhang Dahai in vain.

"How do you want me to be happy?"

As he spoke, he walked to the fire with a sad face.

"Alas, if only I could see the mountains before I die."

Zhang Dahai looked at the ceiling, smiling on his face, but his eyes were full of sadness.

The master fiddled with the fire with a wooden stick and said, "It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, I hope he can come back." ”

After the master finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhang Dahai again, and said solemnly.

"Big brother, I know it's useless for me to say more, but you must hold out until the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a great chance that Yuanshan will come back."

Zhang Dahai looked at the ceiling, a little distracted.

"Well, I'll make it to that day."

Even though he was in pain all over his body now, there was no pain on his face, let alone the fear of death, only the sadness of missing his son.