Dozens of martial artists held various weapons in their hands, and so many people were added together, even in the face of seven-rank martial artists, they were not afraid at all.

In the eyes of a middle-aged man, such a young boy, no matter how talented he is, is at most a seventh-rank martial artist.

But the next picture directly made this group of warriors fall into despair.

Yang Zhi didn't have any martial arts moves, only a knife, slash and slash.

No matter who the other party is, he only needs one knife, and if he goes down, he will definitely be able to take the life of a warrior.

Crisp and clean!

When the middle-aged man sensed that something was wrong, more than a dozen of them had already died under his hands, and there were two fifth-grade martial artists among them.

"There you go!"

The middle-aged man gave an order to the seventh-rank martial artist beside him, he couldn't let Yang Zhi cut down like this.

Some of these warriors are Zong Yi's descendants, and they are precious.

The seven-rank martial artist with a sword, he is not an ordinary person, he comes from a three-star sect of the Dasheng Dynasty.

The so-called three-star sects are all sects with half-step grandmasters.

If a half-step grandmaster's master starts to go crazy, he will definitely be able to set off a bloody storm in the martial arts.

"Who are you? Under my sword, I don't kill the nameless! ”

The sword-wielding warrior came to Yang Zhi and looked at this young man who was slashing and killing the martial artist at will with a proud expression.

"Dugu is also seeking defeat!"

Yang Zhi felt that this name was very popular, so he was ready to borrow it for use, there should be no such name as Dugu seeking defeat in this world!

"Dugu seeks defeat!"

The sword-wielding warrior read the name again, and said coldly: "You don't have a future." ”

A clear sword roar sounded, and the sword-wielding warrior had already drawn his sword, and the shot was a killing move.

Not to mention, the swordsmanship of this sword-wielding warrior is really not bad.

Wu Tianba, who was not far away, looked at this scene and couldn't help but speak: "This person's martial arts are no less than mine!" ”

Of course, Wu Qianqian knew that her father was a seventh-rank martial artist, but she didn't think that Yang Zhi would be higher than his father's martial arts.

"Dad, isn't that Yang Zhi very dangerous."

As soon as Wu Qianqian's words were finished, a worried look appeared on her face.

But in the next second, Yang Zhi still slashed down with a knife so casually.

Originally, everyone thought that the sword-wielding warrior would definitely be able to dodge, after all, this swordsmanship alone was beautiful to look at.

However, the next picture once again subverted everyone's three views.

One knife and two paragraphs!

The handsome sword-wielding warrior was actually cut in half.

And there's nothing to fight back!

This......

Not to mention other martial artists, it is Wu Tianba and Wu Qianqian, both of whom are full of incredulity.

As for the middle-aged man on the other side, that is, the remaining seventh-rank martial artist, his courage was broken.

This sword-wielding warrior is stronger than him, and it's just a matter of a sword, so if he goes up, won't it be solved with a sword.

Wu Tianba, where did you find this master, and he is still so young.

Such a young master in the world, it is rare, and if he can kill a seventh-grade martial artist with one sword, then at least he is also an eight-rank martial artist, maybe more than that.

Just thinking about it, the middle-aged man's body trembled.

In fact, Yang Zhi was very surprised, how could such a handsome swordsman master be so unslashed?

Yang Zhi felt that there seemed to be a moment just now, and the movements of this swordsmanship master slowed down for a moment, and at that time, he was hacked to death with a knife.

God is helping me!

No matter, let's kill a few more people first, if you kill more people, you should be able to make Wu Tianba pay some more silver!

Seeing Yang Zhi rushing into the group of warriors, the middle-aged man was already scared.

"General Cheng, aren't you going to do it yet?"

The middle-aged man's eyes looked at the knights on the horses behind him, and he also called General Cheng.

Originally, these knights who were only responsible for the aftermath had to come forward at this time, Yang Zhi killed all sides, if the other party was all dead, then their task would not be completed.

"You're a bunch of shit!"

As soon as the knight called General Cheng waved his hand, a group of knights under his hand were divided, and then they all held strong crossbows in their hands.

Damn, this is not about martial arts at all!

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention so many strong crossbows.

Wu Tianba can only protect his daughter, this is still a serious injury, even so, a round of crossbow arrows down, Wu Tianba's body has a new injury.

But the remaining guards of the Wu family were not so lucky.

Hold the grass, my silver!

Yang Zhi watched those horses also be killed by crossbow arrows, and he was distressed to death.

So with the knife in his hand, it was faster to cut the warrior in front of him.

"Daddy!"

Wu Qianqian screamed, because her father's body was shot by several arrows and crossbows again, wounded and wounded, vomiting blood in her mouth, and she was afraid that she would not survive.

Yang Zhi also had to give up continuing to kill, came to Wu Qianqian's side, and blocked the crossbow arrows that came from her for her.

I'm here for the silver, otherwise Wu Qianqian is dead, who will give me the silver!

"Let's go! You guys go! ”

Wu Tianba's eyes no longer had the breath of life, and it was completely by virtue of his last breath.

"Yang Zhi, take Qianqian away!"

Wu Tianba pushed his daughter to Yang Zhi's side, and his body was shot by several crossbow arrows again, even Yang Zhi didn't have time to block the crossbow arrows for him.

Wu Tianba, who spit out a mouthful of blood again, no longer had any breath, but the last worry about his daughter in his eyes still hadn't been dissipated.

Yang Zhi hugged Wu Qianqian, and he had to block the crossbow arrows that were shot.

"Let's go quickly, or we won't be able to leave later!"

Yang Zhi's words, Wu Qianqian couldn't listen to them at all.

At this time, Wu Qianqian was already full of tears, and when she saw her father fall again, she fainted!

Women, it's trouble!

Yang Zhi complained in his heart, so he could only rush out with her in his arms, and countless crossbow arrows were shot, but Yang Zhi's speed was not slow, and a few ups and downs disappeared in the woods next to the official road.

And in the midst of this chaotic arrow, no one noticed that there was another person who was not dead.

Uncle Chen looked at Yang Zhi's back with a smile on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly solidified, turning into a powerful coldness.

"You all deserve to die!"

At this time, Uncle Chen was like a tiger waking up from sleep, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The crossbow arrows that had been fired at him were as if they had hit an invisible barrier.

At this time, those crossbow arrows that were shot suddenly changed direction under an inexplicable force and shot at those knights.

This strange scene made the rest of the people look at Uncle Chen like ghosts.

But the next picture is the real horror!

I saw Chen Bo slowly raise his hand, and the weapons scattered on the ground, whether they were swords or crossbow arrows, all flew up from the ground in unison.

With a wave of his hand, all the weapons flew towards the people around him, piercing into his body in their stunned eyes.