The quiet and peaceful mountain village was disturbed by the sudden sound of horses' hooves, and the bandits rushed out with shouts and several wagons, and surrounded the village.

Looking at the antler wall outside the village, and the villagers with weapons, the bandit leader's face was not good.

The bandits angrily removed the antlers from the side of the road and rushed into the crowd shouting, and they were sure that the villagers here did not dare to resist.

The bearded man in the lead said, "Who is the village chief here?" ”

An old man walked out tremblingly.

"Are you ready for this month's example?" Dahan continued to ask.

"King, we've already paid it three times this month, and we really don't have any money."

The big man glared and kicked the old man, "If you want to take the money, you can take the money, what so much nonsense." ”

The old man's body is old, and he has not eased up when he goes down.

An old Taoist priest in the bandit team couldn't bear it, helped the old man up, and helped him massage Shunqi, but he didn't want a trace of coolness to flash on his forehead, the old man was killed on the spot, and there was a burst of exclamations in the village, and many young men wanted to rush forward and fight desperately, and finally were persuaded by the old people in the family, and they took out the life-saving money that they had collected from door to door with a bitter face.

The old Taoist priest was displeased in his heart and said, "Kill everyone, what if you can't receive money in the future." ”

The bearded man also nodded again and again: "Yes, boss, where are we going to grab money then?" ”

"A group of unproductive people know how to grab some small money."

"What kind of oil and water can this broken village get? Helping the adults in the city get things done, what's the benefit? ”

"We must make more than a dozen nearby villages afraid of us, so that we can cooperate with the actions of the adults when the time comes."

It was a swordsman dressed as a scribe who rebuked the great man without waiting for the leader to speak. But he didn't dare to say that old Taoist, after all, it was a cultivator, and it could only be said by the leader.

The old Taoist priest said to a middle-aged man who was gloomy and compassionate: "Chief, let's just collect some money and food, there is no need to kill people." “

The middle-aged man, dressed in black, riding a tall horse, accompanied by two guards who were also dressed in black, was the leader of the group.

He squinted at the old Taoist priest, his face was displeased, "Don't you just kill a few people, what are you noisy, don't kill people, how can they be afraid of us, if you are not happy, don't stay in my bandit den." ”

"If you want to hug your thighs, give me honest obedience."

"This time, let's kill the chickens and monkeys, and kill all the people in this village."

"It just so happens that I also pick a few who are in good health, maybe they can be made into iron corpses."

"What?!" The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, he didn't think about being a bandit before he came, and he didn't expect this middle-aged man to want to use a living person to refine the corpse, "You're still not human?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was furious, and he was about to beat the old Taoist priest to death on the spot, and the two guards beside him reached out together to grab the old Taoist, the palm of the hand was dry and bloodless, the nails were slender and sharp, and the black and swarthy on it seemed to be coated with poison. Although the old Taoist priest was only practicing qi, he also had some skills, and with a bang, he turned into green smoke and burrowed into the soil.

The middle-aged man didn't want to let him go, so he chased him out, and he was going to kill this old man. The Taoist priest used the earth escape charm, although this charm can make people escape into the ground, but the speed is not fast, the distance is not far, and the location of the excavation is also limited.

The old Taoist priest was delayed for a while on the way here, and he must have put another earth escape talisman there, and he would come out of there later.

The two iron corpses jumped two or three feet away, and the middle-aged man lay on the back of the iron corpse, looking for the same way to return, and he would definitely meet the old Taoist.

The iron corpse is tireless, and his running distance is not inferior to that of ordinary horses, and if it is a long journey, a thousand miles of good horses are no match for them. After a short time, he had already come to the place where the old Taoist priest had set up another place to escape from the place.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, searched carefully, and sure enough, he saw a talisman written on yellow paper and cinnabar. Spontaneously combusted from the corner without fire, and after a moment it turned to ashes, and a puff of green smoke came out of the ground, and the old Taoist priest poked his head out of the dirt, looked left and right, and felt that he was in the bushes, and he should be out of danger. He hurriedly got out of his body and climbed out of the bushes, but he saw a pair of human feet, and when he looked up again, it was the gloomy middle-aged man, who screamed in fright, his hands and feet were weak, and he collapsed on the ground.

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The swordsman dressed as a scribe took over the command, and he did not talk nonsense, brandishing his sword, leading the bandits to slash and kill the villagers, and the village was a hellish scene, screaming and wailing.

These bandits have seen blood in recent days, opened meat, and they are no longer the simple people of the past, and today they have slaughtered the village, and the bandits who burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil have been trained and formed.

You Ziji trekked alone, the mountain road is rugged, the road is many, he has long lost the direction to Zijun, he heard the sound of horses in the distance when he came here, thought it was a caravan, and immediately accelerated his speed, hoping to go with the caravan, even if he told the direction is okay.

When he came closer, he happened to see the bandits killing civilians, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and shouted "Stop!" ”

The bandit seemed that the man was a young man, and he didn't care, so he split a person to cut it down, and when you saw that the bandit looked down on him, he was so angry that he slapped the bandit away, and fell into the crowd with a swirl. This time the bandits were suppressed.

You Ziji took the opportunity to rush forward, attacked left and right, knocked the bandits away, and separated the bandits and villagers by breaking through all the way in the middle.

The scribe saw that You Ziji's kung fu was good, and he didn't cast a spell imperial envoy magic weapon, and the splitting palm was more similar to the kung fu in the martial arts.

The bandits were taken aback by You Ziji's ability and didn't dare to step forward again, so he had to pull out his sword and personally meet You Ziji for a while.

You Ziji waved his hand and motioned for the villagers to step back.

I saw the scribe's long sword stabbing at You Ziji's abdomen, and when You Ziji retreated and dodged, he lifted his sword, stabbed his armpit again, and cut his throat. A set of combos forced You Ziji to retreat, and he had to turn over and jump to open the distance, avoiding the scribe's follow-up attacks.

You Ziji didn't expect that this scribe's superb swordsmanship suffered some losses, he saw that the scribe's confidence increased greatly after fighting, and he thought that his martial arts were sparse and usually easy to deal with. You Ziji rarely confronts this kind of person who is good at martial arts, but at this time, he is not in a hurry to kill him, but wants to practice martial arts against martial arts with the other party.

Seeing that You Ziji gave up his internal strength, the scribe did not fight the enemy with a split palm, but fought in close combat, and was sure that the opponent was a rookie with very poor actual combat, and he was not afraid, his self-confidence was bursting, and he used the eleventh layer of ten layers of ability.

The two attacked, although the scribe was exquisite, but You Ziji's splitting palm move was simple, and the momentum was strong, no matter how the other party attacked, just one palm hit the front door, and he could be forced to retreat, but the two sides were deadlocked.

You Ziji thought to himself, if this style of play is too boring, wouldn't it be easier to kill the enemy with a single blow with all his strength? He immediately changed his playing style, simulating the family heirloom palm technique used by Xiaohu, his body was like a butterfly, his body was light and agile, and he was attacking people's key points, and he was meeting the opponent of the scribe chess.

The two danced with swords and slashed palms, and the two of them were combined, and outsiders looked like they were dancing, fighting a few feet apart. The monk's kung fu is naturally different from the kung fu of the mortal world, although the kung fu of the little fox is exquisite, it is greatly discounted without using true qi and magic weapons.

Because mortal martial arts can only be successful in decades of internal martial arts, or to protect the body, or to release sword qi, most of the time is just to use weapons, martial arts moves need to be more detailed and tight, to protect the body around, but the practitioner is the lowest qi cultivation, can also run the true qi throughout the body, its palm wind can protect the whole body, and the palm method naturally does not need to be as tight as mortal martial arts, and it is deployed everywhere.

You Ziji is extremely talented, and he understands the truth after a few fights, and the more he fights, the more comfortable he becomes, the more the scribe fights, the more weak he becomes, only to feel that You Ziji's martial arts progress is too fast, and he can't keep up with the rhythm.

After a few more moves, You Ziji saw the flaw, grabbed into his arms, and hit the scribe's chest with his shoulder, so that his long sword could not be pierced, the scribe saw this, and immediately held the sword in his backhand, shortening the distance between the sword and You Ziji, the tip of the sword was against You Ziji's chest, if You Ziji continued to attack, he would send his chest up.

Who knew that this was You Ziji's trap, at this time the long sword could not move, You Ziji stretched out two fingers, and with only one twist, he let the sword in the scribe's hand get out of his hand.

The scribe knew that it was no match and quickly jumped out of the way and pulled out a piccolo. It turned out that the middle-aged man gave him the piccolo before leaving, helping him protect himself against the enemy.

The scribe had a sinister smile on his face. "Even though you are strong in martial arts, there are cultivators here, and you are not allowed to show off your martial arts, so you will die."

After that, he blew the piccolo, its voice was hoarse and harsh, which made people irritable, and You Ziji didn't know what he was going to do, so he slapped the flute away, but he didn't want it to be too late.

On the carts brought by the bandits, the tarpaulin had been taken down at some point, and several human corpses were stacked on top of it, and when they heard the call of the flute, they all woke up one by one, and pounced on the nearby villagers to bite them.

Fortunately, You Ziji fought fiercely with the scribes, and the nearby villagers were far away, so they were not injured at the first time.

Refining the living into wandering corpses, where has You Ziji seen this kind of battle, he was immediately furious, and he slapped his palms again and again, killing all the wandering corpses, and the scribe was horrified when he saw the power of You Ziji, and muttered in his mouth: "He is a monk, he is a monk." ”

After You Ziji dealt with the wandering corpses, he naturally would not let go of these bandits and chase them over, and the scribe came back to his senses at this time and said: "The water here is very deep, aren't you afraid that my family will trouble you in the future?" "How did You Ziji know who the adult he was talking about, and he didn't say his name clearly, so he was beaten stupid.

"Who is your adult?"

When the scribe heard You Ziji ask, he suddenly remembered something, his body trembled, he gritted his teeth, and after a while, he vomited blood and died on the spot, and he actually committed suicide by taking poison.

Only then did You Ziji know that something was wrong, this was not an ordinary group of bandits.