Zhang Bao thought that after being forced into a desperate situation, Zhang Bao thought that after these more than 100 fierce and vicious villains and strongmen, they would choose to rush up and hack the disciples of the Kongtong faction to death, but only to see that more than 100 fierce and vicious villains and strongmen were divided into two parts, a small part of which was only eight people, and stayed in place, and the remaining large part retreated further.

The faces of the eight robbers who were isolated turned even paler, and almost all of them held the hilt of their knives in panic almost at the same time, Shanxi is the territory of the Kongtong faction, as one of the ten major sects in the rivers and lakes, the Kongtong faction can be said to be the biggest snake here.

And the eight of them are just a small gang of bandits who do not enter the stream, it is okay to bully the timid and cowardly villagers, but if they really deal with chivalrous people who can walk alone in the rivers and lakes for many years, it is completely looking for death.

The leader of the eight robbers turned his head to look at the other gangs of robbers and thieves more than a dozen steps away, he gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Brothers, we are a big gang anyway, are we so disunited?" People don't squeak when they are bullied? ”

The other robbers and thieves looked at each other, no one agreed, but retreated further, they were originally farming, but they were born in troubled times, they could only do this business, barely mixed up to eat, this is the first time I have heard of any "big gang", can not produce the same hatred of the enemy, let alone feel the need to draw a knife to help, after all, there is only one life.

Chang Wenling, a disciple of the Kongtong faction, saw the chaotic "infighting" scene of more than a hundred robbers and thieves in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer, "'It's really a rabble, vulnerable,' but I'm only looking for trouble with these eight people in front of me today, and it has nothing to do with others." ”

This sentence gave the other robbers and thieves a reassurance, not only did no one stand up under the humiliation and contempt of Chang Wenling, but they retreated a little.

This kind of cowardice and cowardice is in stark contrast to the previous terrible behavior of Zhang Bao, a minor child, who was vicious and vicious, and scared him with a scimitar on his head at every turn.

The eight robbers who were isolated only understood at this moment that they had no way out, but as robbers who had experienced a hundred battles, after three or four years of bandits in the troubled times, they still had a stubborn ruthlessness left in their bones.

The eight robbers took a spit, then jumped off their horses and drew their swords, and the other seven did the same.

“………………”

Eight people lined up, eight scimitars sharpened the ground very quickly, and the snow-white and flawless blades were in stark contrast to their dirty outfits.

The eight robbers slowly advanced in unison, slowly pulling away from each other, forming an arc that surrounded the Normal Temperature Ridge.

"Those who dare to provoke the Kongtong faction will not be left behind."

Chang Wenling held the sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword was still against the ground.

The eight robbers approached step by step, and after there was no way back, they finally decided to fight to the death.

Zhang Bao had a very good impression of the Kongtong sect disciple named Chang Wenling, and tried to stand on tiptoe to see clearly, but the more than 100 robbers and thieves in front of him always retreated again and again, and in the panic, Zhang Bao accidentally fell to the ground.

I don't know who made it, the weapon jingled two or three times, and then it was silent, and it didn't sound fierce at all, but it looked like an ordinary farmer fighting.

But the robbers and captives on the spotter shouted in unison.

After Zhang Junbao struggled to stand up, he jumped hard, crossed the top of his head in front of him, and just saw Chang Wenling raise his long sword, and above the tip of the sword, the sword was flying, and he tortured and killed the eight bandits who joined forces.

“……………”

I saw Chang Wenling, decisively took the first shot, his figure was as fast as a ghost, and a dodge flashed to the side of a robber who rushed over, holding a sword in his right hand, and slashed at the robber's neck, and blood spurted out directly from the neck, and then after a while, the strong man fell down with an unbelievable expression.

Immediately after the next second, Chang Wenling turned around and moved back with a big stride, and the sword turned from the right hand to the left hand, and the left hand shook suddenly, and a three-inch sword suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword.

The sword slashed diagonally with a biting cold light, and the sword pierced directly through the throat of another who was standing behind and raising his scimitar, just about to sneak up on the robber's throat.

There are still six robbers around, who have never seen this kind of formation, usually just fighting, threatening the cowardly and cowardly villagers who have no power to restrain the chicken, at most they will stab people to death by mistake, which is like this Kongtong sect disciple in front of him, who wants people's lives at every turn.

Taking advantage of the panic in the hearts of the remaining robbers, the sword in Chang Wenling's hand, the cold light flashed again, and this sword directly cut off the head of the nearest robber, and blood gushed out from the headless corpse.

However, Chang Wenling didn't care in the slightest, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cold, and he rushed towards the remaining five robbers.

The leader of the robbers, seeing that the other four companions had no fighting spirit and did not dare to go over to fight hard, snorted coldly, and then did not hesitate to carry the machete and rushed towards Chang Wen Ling.

“…………………”

Seeing the robber leader rushing over, Chang Wenling smiled coldly, facing the robber leader who came to kill, his body was like a ghost, his body swayed from side to side and rubbed the machete of the robber leader, and at the same time as the two of them staggered, dazzling blood gushed out from the robber leader's abdomen, and with a bang, the leader of this small group of robbers fell to the ground in despair.

The remaining four, after seeing their leader being easily killed, finally reached the peak of fear in their hearts. All four of them chose to escape, and the direction of escape was completely different.

Even one of them, in a panic, threw away the scimitar in his hand, turned and ran. However, before he could take a step, a thick sword pierced through the back of his waist, penetrating into his internal organs, and when he looked down, he could see the blood-stained tip of the sword.

The robber subconsciously opened his mouth wide, his mouth was full of blood, his mind was also confused, his body danced wildly, and he struggled in vain, trying to run forward.

The next second later, Chang Wenling suddenly pulled out his sword, only to see his lifeless body leaning forward, falling to the ground, and turning into a cold corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Chang Wenling waved his sword, stepping on the mysterious steps, above the tip of the sword, the cold light splashed, "bang", "bang", "bang", after three sounds, the last remaining three robbers also died under their swords one after another.

In less than a stick of incense, eight living people turned into eight corpses, and Chang Wenling's skill and ruthlessness made the robbers and thieves who originally had some other ideas in their hearts feel chilled.

“……………”

Zhang Bao, who jumped up and saw this scene, firmly remembered this moment, and he never forgot it many years later, what impressed him the most was not the invincible Changwenling like the god of war, but more than a hundred villains and strongmen who seemed to be fierce and vicious, and they would actually be afraid of the power of just one person.

Everyone knew that they could kill him if they rushed forward, but all the robbers and thieves, however arrogant they were in robbing people and livestock, were like little sheep facing vicious dogs, and they were terrified and lowered their eyebrows.

At this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind: it turned out that it was so easy for one person to deal with so many enemies.

You don't need to deal with them all one by one, you only need to defeat a small part of them, and then after shocking the remaining large part of the people, you can stay tough while leaving a way out of the net.

“…………”

Zhang Bao only had time to catch a glimpse before he was dragged down by a burly robber in front of him, and the robbers closest to him stared at him, as if warning him not to move.

Chang Wenling wiped the blood on the blade of the sword with a white handkerchief, turned around and jumped on the horse's back again, preparing to leave here.

The guy who provoked the prestige of the Kongtong faction had already been dealt with by him, and by the way, he also warned the others present that it was useless to stay here.

It's better to hurry up and complete your task, and then go back to the sect directly, now the world is so chaotic, if you are not careful, you will be in danger of dying.

It's okay to deal with robbers and thieves from ordinary people with your own martial arts, but if you really encounter ruthless characters like elite disciples of the Demon Gate, lone master thieves, and evil masters, most of them will be easily removed if they can't hold a stick of incense.

At least, the Jungar Mongol cavalry was even more so!

As for the remaining hundred or so robbers and thieves, how many bad things have they done? How many people were killed? What about the resale of young children, women, and captives? What's the matter with him?

Although he is a disciple of the ten major sects of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, this does not mean that he has to take care of everything, not to mention whether he can do it or not, even if he can do it, he can slowly tire him to death.

What's more, he is just an ordinary disciple of the Kongtong Sect, he has no qualifications, no ability, and no heart, at this time, to do good deeds.

Seeing that Chang Wenling wanted to leave, Zhang Bao became anxious, and he wanted to tell Chang Wenling about his life experience and deep hatred, and he also wanted to worship him as a teacher and seek help from the decent Kongtong faction in the rivers and lakes.

He didn't expect how difficult it would be, whether Changwenling would accept him as an apprentice, whether the high-level officials of the Kongtong faction would be an orphan for him, offend the Jungger Mongol Empire that is now in full swing, etc., he didn't think about it, the appearance of Changwenling that he believed in was an arrangement of "heaven".

But the truth was not as Zhang Junbao imagined, the old bandit leader who was standing in front of him looked at him in surprise, seemed to understand something, and directly punched Zhang Junbao, who was about to speak, to the ground.