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Kong Ming's years of hard training worked, he was thrown to the ground, he kicked one open, bent his elbow and turned another one, the enemy pulled Kong Ming with all his might, his hands were shaking in all directions, his body was pulled everywhere, one after another, his fists and claws attacked Kong Ming like raindrops, he didn't have time to get up, he could only parry with all his strength.

The bandits didn't have weapons in their hands, and they couldn't kill him if they wanted to, but they were about to be bad, and some enemies roared: "Pull his hair!" "Hammer his dick!" "Poke him in the eye!" These guys did everything they could, just hoping to kill Kong Ming as soon as possible.

The situation was urgent, and a few guys who pounced on the weapons were either knives or guns, with a triumphant smile on their faces, and they were about to kill Ding Yi and Kong Ming.

The judgment of the bandits was correct, only Ding Yi and Kong Ming were two, their strength was insufficient, and they could indeed be bullied, but there was only one thing they didn't expect, Ding Yi's strength was not the same as it looked.

The martial arts master has no internal strength, although the level will be much lower, maybe he is not a real master, but his vision and skills will not be less, will he not be able to deal with the rabble?

The bandits' movements were violent and sudden, like moths to a fire, and they surrounded and killed one after another.

Ding Yi only slid one step to the side, and his feet didn't even hit the ground, and he broke the encirclement.

Then the body suddenly leaned forward, the two thieves reached out and grabbed it, their claws hit Ding Yi's chest, and before they could bend their fingers to grab it, they were numb under their ribs, and their arms were also slapped on Ding's side, and they involuntarily rotated and fell to the side.

Ding Yi changed the cross-cut to advance, strode forward, his hands went forward, his elbows were bent, his palms were supported upward, and the chin of the two thieves was supported by this, and they flew up to the sky, bumped into their companions, and became a mess.

At this time, Kong Ming was pounced, the tiger roared again and again, several people were entangled on the ground, some people ran towards Kong Ming with knives, the time was urgent, Ding Yiyi wanted to subdue these bandits for his own use, but it was not good to abandon Kong Ming.

During the march, he raised his knees to the top, and the enemy in front of him reacted slowly, bowed down and fell on his side, turning into the head of the stall faction, lying on the ground and inhaling hard, this air could not be inhaled, and it hurt deeply.

"Sonorous!" The palm of his hand slid across the scabbard, and the two straight knives flew up, rolling like a windmill, and the movements were not very fast, but none of the bandits besieging him could touch the corners of his clothes, and they fell to the ground one after another, he killed one person with one knife, and everyone was in the throat with a big mouth, the blood vessels and tracheas were cut at the same time, and the blood rushed everywhere, without exception, this is the precision and eyesight of the grandmaster.

Kong Ming was struggling, suddenly felt a sinking in his body, his hands and feet became relaxed, his face was suddenly hot and humid, the smell was fishy, his face was covered with blood, and his roaring mouth also flowed into a lot, he overturned several people who were pressed on his body, and got up with a grunt, the corpses in the courtyard, Ding Yi was not far from the side, there was not a drop of blood on his body, and the air was full of blood.

Kong Ming clenched his fists and wanted to say thank you, but the bloody gas gushed in his mouth, and under extreme discomfort, he ran to the corner of the wall and vomited.

Human blood poured into his mouth, and he couldn't stand it.

It took a while to suppress the discomfort in his chest and thank Ding Yi.

There was a bandit on the ground who was frightened and shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!" This is a guy who fought with Kong Ming Kong Liang and Zhongzhuang Ke before, and was knocked unconscious.

Ding looked sideways, there was no expression on his face, just a glance, the bandit trembled like chaff, in his heart, Ding Yi was like Yama, he would draw a knife and cut it at any time.

This person covered his face with both hands, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and shouted: "The king spares his life, the king spares his life, and the villain is happy to give it to him with great wealth!"

"What's the big deal?"

Hearing the question, the man became a little bolder, and spoke sharply: "The king promised to spare the villain's life, and the villain is willing to take the king to get it!"

Ding Yi took a step forward and kicked the man to the ground: "I'll bend five times, when the time comes, if you don't talk about it, you'll die!"

Jinyiwei has a precept, and all opponents who talk about conditions will not be ignored, because people's hearts are endless, once one condition is agreed, there will be a second condition to follow, which will encourage the opponent's greed and cause trouble to themselves.

At the beginning, Ding Yi's boss Wang Qi always told him: "Jinyiwei is the minion of the Son of Heaven, ruthless face to talk about, unconditional to talk about!" Even if the enemy hijacks the head of the dynasty, as long as it is harmful to the emperor and the society, it is okay to kill the first assistant together, to put it bluntly, the little Jin Yiwei who is on the mission must carry the black pot for the Son of Heaven at any time and dedicate himself to the country.

Ding Yi began to count in his mouth, using the reciprocal method: "Five!"

The thumb of the left hand is clasped inward, and only four fingers remain: "Four!"

The little finger is buckled inward, and the remaining three fingers are said: "Three!"

The voice was not wavering, and he retracted his ring finger: "Two!"

Kong Ming was full of blood, as if fished out of blood, he picked up his knife from the ground, walked to the thief, and pressed against the thief's throat, the tip of the knife seemed to be a little uncontrollable, breaking through the thief's skin, a drop of blood slowly poured out, and his face was fierce, as if as long as he heard Ding Yi count to the last number, he would stab it with all his might.

Feeling the pain in his throat, the thief knew there was no room for bargaining.

"Spare your life, I'll speak, I'll speak!" the thief didn't dare to move, his eyes moved down and stared at the straight knife, sweat pouring down.

Kong Ming's knife face was slightly sideways, and he slammed into the side of the thief's neck, and the thief couldn't help it, and flew out, Kong Ming scolded angrily: "Waste!"

The man struggled on the ground for a long time, got up from the pile of corpses, knelt down, put his hands on the ground, and shouted weakly: "The village not far from which Yu Dangjia slaughtered, there are more than a thousand taels of silver and a lot of grain!

"How far is it?" Ding Yi asked indifferently.

Kong Ming replied: "It's Meng Village, not far, less than an hour away from my Kong family." Kong Ming wiped the blood on his face, walked behind the man, raised the long knife high, and was about to slash down diagonally, with a knife on the head!

The man was so anxious that tears flowed, cold sweat flowed, and in despair, he could only keep crying repeatedly: "Spare your life, spare your life!" I am useful, I am useful!" The voice became hoarse, wheezing and whimpering were intertwined, and his face became more and more distorted, and the extreme terror was about to crush him.

"Okay, put the knife away, you will go to Meng Village with us in a while!" Ding Yi's voice suddenly sounded, listening to the thief's ears, like a heavenly sound, like a fairy sound, like drinking alcohol.

Kong Ming didn't speak, put away the knife, and stepped aside to stand still.

"Yes!" The thief was like being saved from drowning, and after answering, he opened his mouth wide, panting, and the cold sweat gradually stopped, he wanted to stand up, his legs were weak, and he couldn't move for a long time, he struggled in a hurry, and fell crooked on top of the surrounding corpses, and did not forget to explain to Ding Yi: "King, king, I'll be fine for a while, but my legs are a little weak!"