Hundreds of iron horsemen galloped in.

In addition to the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground, there was also the cry of a woman on horseback.

Mo Feng's eyes swept over, and he could see that the disheveled women were tied up, thrown on horseback like goods, not to mention more than a dozen.

Judging from the side faces revealed, they are all women with outstanding faces.

At this time, it is lucky to be able to cry, some women are covered with blue and purple traces, and their clothes are almost all falling off, no matter how bumpy the horse's back is, they are all drowsy and leaning on the horse's back, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

"It's a big night, and I let the brothers run this trip."

The fastest of the Iron Riders was the first to arrive.

His shoulders are big and his waist is round, his tiger eyes are fierce, and his face is almost covered by a beard, and the so-called natural fierce appearance is nothing more than that.

A pair of tiger eyes swept over the three of them and scolded: "These three guys killed our dozen brothers?" ”

"This is no ordinary person. No, do you see the clothes on them, Mo. ”

King Ping Tianwang pursed his lips, pointed at Mo Feng, and said.

Ink is usually easy to recognize.

First of all, the ink master does not respect pleasure, just like the original Mozi, the noble master also wears the most rudimentary coarse linen clothes, not that the one who wears the coarse linen clothes is the ink master - but if you hold a long sword and wear coarse linen clothes, if you want to say that few people believe it.

Weapons are expensive, much more expensive than clothes.

Those who can use weapons must wear a long shirt at worst, right?

The mud legs can't be used for weapons, and maybe they don't have a hoe with a sword.

In addition to this, you can also look at skin color, conversation and even martial arts.

At the extreme, the inkers are usually darker-skinned, similar to the old farmers who are busy in the fields all day long.

Just like Mo Feng, he already has a wheat-yellow complexion at a young age, and Brother Liu is a little darker than him, so it is not difficult to identify.

"It's those fools who are asking for their own hardships?"

The man on horseback jumped off the horse, his stout body was like a thick city wall, his eyes swept to Mo Feng, and said, "Little guy, what's the benefit of being an ink person?" I see you like this, Mao should always grow up, right? Have you ever tasted a woman? ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the unconscious woman's hair on horseback with one hand, and pulled it off stiffly, with simple and rough movements.

"Ahh

The pain was so sharp that the woman woke up, and after a cry of pain, she fell off her horse.

"Noise."

The majestic man slapped him, and his beautiful face immediately swelled.

The woman's clothes were almost nothing, her fair skin had a slight moist luster even in the moonlight, and her limbs were slender and soft, but there were many blue and purple intertwined.

"Boy, come, grandpa is generous, give you a woman to taste."

As he spoke, the stout man threw the woman in front of Mo Feng as if he had thrown a sack, "This is a young lady from a big family, and it is usually difficult for ordinary people to even see each other, and the brothers haven't played for long." However, we have to go down a few, don't we accompany our dead brothers? ”

Mo Feng's face was dark and deep.

Looking at the woman who fell in front of him, he took a deep breath, took off his shirt, and put it on her.

With this group of beasts, it would be too ridiculous to talk about the morality of the Mo family.

In addition to the Mo family's love and non-attack, there is also Tianzhi.

Mo Feng slowly lifted the long sword in his hand, his gaze becoming more and more calm.

If one of these dies at his hand, there will be many fewer of those who will be plagued by them in the future.

However, before he could raise his sword, a palm grabbed him.

Wei Chuanming walked to his side at some point and stopped Mo Feng, who wanted to make a move, and greeted him with a smile at this time: "Dare to ask who you are?" ”

"Dead people don't need to know Grandpa's name. Why, you want a woman to try it too? ”

The stout man mocked.

"No, no, no, it's just that I've heard the name of King Ping Tian a long time ago, and today's matter, maybe there is some misunderstanding. It's not a secret, it's not the ink person who is below, and it's really an accident that the two of them are in the same room. I believe that you will be able to see the difference between me and them at a glance. ”

Wei Chuanming said quickly.

At this time, the iron riders had already surrounded them like buckets, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the water was impassable.

King Pingtian is not in a hurry, there is no shop in front of the village here, within a radius of dozens of miles, it is his territory, and it is impossible to make any extraneous branches.

I've heard a lot of names from the ink masters, and it's a pastime to play with them.

"Oh? What's the difference? ”

King Ping asked.

"We only admire heroes! Drink wine in big bowls, eat meat, play with the most beautiful women, and grab the most expensive treasures! ”

Wei Chuanming patted his chest and stepped forward, unarmed, his palms were raised high, indicating that he did not have any murder weapons in his hands, and walked towards King Pingtian alone, "I'm not all the way with them." ”

"It's a bit of a guts."

King Ping nodded with satisfaction, and then kicked Wei Chuanming's chest.

Suddenly, Wei Chuanming's body rolled on the ground several times, and he couldn't help but spit out blood, his five organs were in severe pain, and his whole body was almost torn.

But in the midst of this life-threatening pain, the blood qi that had fallen silent rose slightly for a moment, and it didn't let him pass out directly.

King Ping Tianwang looked at Wei Chuanming, who was lying on the ground and had difficulty getting up for a while, and laughed: "Brother Lao Tzu can naturally drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, play with the most beautiful women, and grab the most expensive treasures. But what are you that you want to go with us? ”

"Hahaha."

Laughter poured in all around him, laughing at his inadequacy.

Obviously, in the face of this absolute power gap, wanting to surrender is a joke, purely depending on the mood of the other party.

Wei Chuanming, who was lying on the ground, looked at King Pingtian with a faint gaze, and there was no anger or resentment on his face, just Sen Han's gaze.

That kind of gaze made King Ping Tianwang very unhappy.

"First cut off his head, and make a cup of wine with his skull, and offer wine to the dead brethren."

King Ping waved his hand, too lazy to have any more fun.

"Protect Uncle Wei."

However, before the people and horses of the King of Ping Tian could make a move, Mo Feng had already taken the lead in rushing forward.

At this moment, the aura on his body skyrocketed, it was a secret method of qi and blood that imitated the grandmaster's burning of flesh and blood—and the urging of the secret method took time.

During this time, Wei Chuanming went up.

When the soles of his feet touched the ground, Mo Feng's figure rushed forward like an arrow from the string, but the target was not the King of Peace, but the stout man who was the first to dismount.

Faced with Mo Feng's choice, the stout man laughed, and the mountain axe in his hand was about to be slashed down on the head.

However, at the moment when the mountain opening axe was about to fall, Mo Feng's already rapid speed increased again, and the long sword in his hand was like an inverted moon hook, bringing up a silhouette in the darkness, and slid lightly.

A big head flew up.

Kill with one hit!

The first kill was so crisp, but Mo Feng didn't stop at all, between the movement of the soles of his feet, he picked up the mountain axe that had not yet landed and threw it at will, and the sound of the fierce wind roared in the night, and immediately smashed a person from the horse's back and fell down without a sound.

Crisp and clean.

Over the years, he has not grown up in vain.

In addition to being a big step taller, his martial arts have improved a lot.

Although Wei Chuanming has not made much achievements in martial arts, his eyes are really sharp, and his insights into martial arts have also benefited him a lot, which is really extraordinary.

That Uncle Wei didn't scream in vain!

It would be nice if it could have been a little more nice.

has been cultivated for more than ten years, and it is no exaggeration to say that Mo Feng's knowledge of martial arts is no less than that of ordinary grandmasters, and his actual combat experience over the years is also very rich.

Wei Chuanfa, who had lost his martial arts cultivation, did not hesitate to give him his knowledge of martial arts, after all, it was really difficult for an ordinary person to survive in such a troubled world.

Finding a successor, although he didn't say it explicitly, Mo Feng really taught him by hand.

At this time, he suddenly made a move, and immediately made a contribution.

However, King Ping Tian is not a fool after all.

"How daring! Let's go together! ”

With an angry shout, King Ping Tian had already rushed forward, although he was not a grandmaster, he was also a master of dirty, although he had not practiced dirty Dacheng, he was also a big step better than ordinary martial artists.

What's more, there are so many of them, just three people, where can they be their opponents?

At this time, the best situation is, of course, to retreat while fighting, but unfortunately Wei Chuanming was hit hard, and they had no room to retreat.

Mo Feng's eyes were as cold as frost and snow, and he met the King of Heaven Ping alone, and when he was fighting, he was silent, and his blood and qi were already mobilized to the extreme.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, if you can quickly cut down the king of Pingtian, it is impossible to make this group of people and horses in turmoil, they are a rabble, gathered for financial gain, as long as they are scared, there is no chance!

The sword light shone with a glimmer of light in the moonlight, but just as it collided with the sword in the hand of the Ping Tianwang, it made a tooth-aching sound, and a gap broke out, and the long sword almost broke.

Mo Feng seemed to have a foreshadowing, he was not surprised at all, and even under the sudden force again, the long sword that was already broken was finally overwhelmed.

The sword of the Ping Tian King was still slashing towards him, and Mo Feng only took a step to the left, and the sword in his hand was already thrown at the Ping Tian King!

The wind was whistling, King Pingtian frowned, and he could only dodge in embarrassment, it was too worthless to exchange injuries for injuries like this.

But when he avoided it, he fell into Mo Feng's hands.

In this extremely short moment, Mo Feng wiped it on his waist, and several sharp pebbles flew away like arrows, mixed with several silver needles!

And this time, King Ping Tianwang finally couldn't dodge, and could only slightly dodge the hidden weapon aimed at his head, and the rest of the place was all based on fate.

It's a pity that his fate is not very good.

Several tiny silver needles shot into the body without the slightest accident, and a violent paralysis enveloped him.

Poisonous!

"Despicable!"

King Ping Tian scolded angrily.

I thought that we were extremely vicious in robbing houses and robbing women from good families, but I never thought that this thick-eyed inkman would also play such a trick!

"Heh, no means are despicable to deal with people like you."

Mo Feng sneered.

couldn't help but think of Uncle Wei's warning to him at the beginning.

'The identity of the ink is a good cover. The Mo family is famous, upright, righteous and cloudy, and everyone knows that they love non-attack. As an inker, it is also easy to associate the qualities in it.

Remember, fame is a weapon. Since you have the identity of the ink writer, you must make good use of this identity. On weekdays, it is a big open and close, but when it is really a matter of life and death, when it is critical, you must know how to use 'strange tricks' and surprise them! In this way, the odds of winning are greatly increased! ’

Surprise and attack unprepared!

The identity of the ink artist represents "suffering" and "nobility" in the eyes of many people, and even "fools" do not matter.

The important thing is that the identity of the ink artist will leave a deep enough impression.

Under this stereotype, many people find it hard to imagine that the ink artist will also play some indiscriminate methods.

For example, one hand. A secret weapon that is out of the blue.

The sword in his hand is just a signboard for him when he goes out, something that attracts people's attention.

The long sword breaks, and after it is thrown, it will inevitably make the enemy careless for a moment.

And then the surprise wins!

This is the tailor-made fighting method of Wei Chuan's name Mo.

If you don't have the name of the ink maker, it may not be so easy to use.

Mo Feng once asked Wei Chuanming, once this move is known to others, not only will he be more wary of the Mo family, but he will even be somewhat suspicious of discrediting the Mo family.

In this regard, Wei Chuanming's answer was: Are you stupid? Kill all the people you see, and you won't know! The reason why the Mo family is getting weaker and weaker is because the brain can't turn around! Mozi said that he loves and does not attack, but he didn't say what morality he has to talk about when dealing with the enemies of the Mo family! Righteousness is unjust, only the result is not the process!

Anyway, this trick is only used against the enemy, and the dead enemy is a good enemy, and the dead will not speak.

Mo Feng felt that what Uncle Wei said was very reasonable.

And this trick is really easy to use, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has been tried and tested.

Anyone who loses at this trick has an expression of "I never expected that the Mo family would produce you as a traitor".

To this day, there has been no leakage of rumors.

"King Ping Tian is dead! When you dismount and surrender, you can still leave a life. If you still dare to resist, don't blame my men for being ruthless! ”

It's slow to say, but in fact, from Mo Feng's move to the Pingtian King's move, it was only a few short hours of movement.

His speed was too fast, and in a very short period of time, he used all his killing moves without sparing any hands.

If you don't move, it's just like thunder!

"Fuck you, old man"

Although King Ping Tianwang was hit, he was not dead, how could he endure Mo Feng's unbelievable words, but before he finished speaking, a sharp iron ball came to his head.

The paralyzed body finally had no way to dodge, like a short firework exploding.

Attracted by Mo Feng's voice, many of the people of the King of Heaven looked over and saw the scene of their boss dying in the head.

"In the name of the Inkman, I say it again. When you dismount and surrender, you can still save your life. If you dare to resist, or escape, you might as well think about the fate of King Pingtian, your strength is comparable to King Pingtian? ”

Mo Feng stood in place, although he was unarmed, he also showed the demeanor of a strong man.

is clearly in the midst of the encirclement, but it seems that he is surrounded by everyone alone, confident and flamboyant.

The name of the Mo family is guarded by me!

These people all have to die! (End of chapter)