Generally speaking, most of the villages where bandits are entrenched give people the impression of being noisy and noisy.

The fierce bandits who are accustomed to licking blood on the tip of the knife are just pinning their heads to the waistband of their trousers to live a 'life', and they may never come back when they go out one day.

So when you finish a 'big deal', you always need to relax.

For the robbers who make a living by plundering, the best relaxation is to gather together in a big bowl of wine, eat meat in large pieces, if you can grab one or two more delicate little ladies, it is undoubtedly better.

But this gang of thieves who occupied the Nanling Ancient Ferry as their lair was quiet and a little terrifying.

Jiang Xiaoman was already only a mile away from the town, and he still hadn't seen any open or hidden piles that should have been.

It's as if these murderous bandits have no fear, and they don't worry about someone coming to touch their brows one day.

But often such bandits are the most terrifying.

Because no one will know what their hole cards are?

There may have been, but those who know are undoubtedly unable to speak.

In this world, if you are not dumb, then if you can't speak, you will only be dead.

Jiang Xiaoman's steps were very light, but his heart was beating fast, and he worked hard to make his breath steady.

Behind the boy, the two girls followed closely one after the other.

The red long sword in Xiao Ying's hand was already out of its sheath, and Miss Xiao when she held the sword gave people a cold feeling, especially when she wasn't smiling.

Ji Xiaoyue pinched a long incense as thick as a baby's arm in her hand, her expression was tense, and the other hand was pinching a fire fold, as long as there was a slight stir, the little girl would immediately ignite and throw out the chaotic incense in her hand that even the powerhouses of the peak realm of the day after tomorrow could fascinate their souls.

Even though he had reached the entrance of the town, he still didn't see a single figure.

On both sides of the streets, there were many strong horses tethered.

Jiang Xiaoman counted slightly, and there were as many as two hundred horses.

It can be seen that the gang of bandits entrenched in the Nanling Ferry is by no means comparable to the ordinary little thieves.

Besides, if it's just an ordinary little thief, you can't do the act of torture and killing.

There are more than 100 lives in Zhuxian Town, and few of them leave a whole corpse, which is enough to show the ferocity of these people.

Thinking like this, Jiang Xiaoman tightened the gun and sword in his hand, stopped his steps, and said in a low voice: "Something is wrong, be careful." ”

The air is filled with the aroma of wine and meat, which is rich and tangy.

Obviously, the bandits entrenched here are planning to have a celebration banquet after making a 'big deal'.

can be so quiet, but it reveals a strange smell, not like the style that bandits should have.

"Who the hell are you?"

Suddenly, a fury came from the steel building ship that had been docked at the Nanling Ferry for a long time not far away.

The sound was like thunder, but at the moment it was mixed with fear and despair.

The cultivation of the master of that voice is not weak, at least it is also the cultivation of the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Xiaoman moved when he heard the sound and raised his head.

In the next second, it swept forward like a Kunpeng with wings flapping, heading straight for the rusty Baizhanglou ship stranded on the barren shore.

Faintly, the sound of a fight could be heard from inside the cabin.

It seems that this group of bandits entrenched in Nanling Ferry has encountered some opponent and suffered a lot of losses.

Jiang Xiaoman's tiptoes tapped on the dock made of rolling wood, and his body jumped up and landed lightly on the deck of the steel building.

Ji Xiaoyue and Miss Xiao were not slow, and they landed on the deck after them, their movements light and without the slightest movement.

The three of them looked at each other, and before everyone in the cabin could notice, they had already dodged into the dim shadows, and hid in them.

Jiang Xiaoman happened to have a half-open window above his head, he turned his head to the two girls behind him and made a "shhhh

I have to say that this steel building ship is indeed a big deal, even if the outer deck and hull have long been rusty, but the cabin is as prosperous as ever.

The hall is carved with dragon painting pillars, gold-topped stone walls, and all kinds of fish, insects, birds and beasts are painted on the walls, which are colorful.

A steel building ship of this scale requires thousands of craftsmen to build it day and night for three years, and it is difficult to change.

The status of the former owner of the building ship must have been extremely extraordinary, but I don't know why it was abandoned here in the first place, but it became a place for thieves to stay.

"Unexpectedly, the Shaking Mountain Battalion in the former Dayu Zhige Army has degenerated into a group of unruly thieves in the Southern Regions, which is really ridiculous. ”

Inside the cabin, a second voice rang out.

It's different from the previous thunderstorm.

The voice was flat and calm, clear and short.

Through the window, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't tell whether the second voice was a man or a woman, and what it looked like, but he could vaguely see that this person was wearing a scarlet cloak and holding a long sword in his hand.

In front of him, there were more than a dozen burly men, who had long lost the breath of life.

Through Jiang Xiaoman's window, he could see clearly that these bandits who had turned into corpses did not have any injuries on their bodies, only a faint red spot on the throat of a strong man who had fallen on his back.

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned, and said secretly: "A sword entered the throat, but no blood was spilled, such a fast sword." ”

On the other side, because the leader was close, Jiang Xiaoman could see clearly that it was a thin middle-aged man holding a ghost-headed knife.

Behind the man, there stood dozens of tall and strong men, all with swords in hand, staring at the owner of the second voice with a wary face.

At this moment, in the cabin, the two sides are facing each other.

When he heard the 'Zhige Army' and 'Shaking Mountain Battalion', the middle-aged man's face changed, and then he raised the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand, and said coldly: "Up, kill him!"

The dozens of men who exuded a strong evil aura rushed forward like wolves, alternating with each other, and actually formed a battle formation that could only appear when the two armies fought on the battlefield, and cooperated with tacit understanding to surround the sword-wielding man in the middle.

Proficient in battle formations and with such a vicious aura, these people will naturally not be simple characters.

Come to think of it, the lives of more than 100 people in Zhu Xianzhen were killed by them.

Jiang Xiaoman's heart was churning with murderous intent, but he didn't break through the window for the first time, and before he figured out whether the person with the sword was an enemy or a friend, he simply responded to the changes with no change.

"Interesting, are you afraid of so many subordinates' robes that have died, and you don't know what they are afraid of?"

The man with the sword spoke softly, and his tone did not show any concern for the people surrounding him, but with some taste of indifference and arrogance.

Before the words fell, dozens of long knives had already been handed over and sheared, and the knife momentum was Ling Ran, without any reservations.

Jiang Xiaoman finally saw the appearance of the sword-wielding man, a young son, with a handsome face under the scarlet cloak, but he looked like he was in his early twenties.

He didn't dodge or shy away from letting the dozens of steel knives go straight to the door, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a beautiful arc.

Immediately, only a sound was heard, and the long sword was unsheathed.

The sword flashed, dozens of human heads were thrown high, and blood gushed like a spring.

Ji Xiaoyue restlessly leaned her head over, and glanced into the cabin with a pair of big eyes along the window, just seeing this extremely bloody scene, the little girl opened her mouth and was about to scream, but Jiang Xiaoman's eyes quickly covered her mouth.

As if aware of this, the young man moved his gaze slightly to Jiang Xiaoman's hiding place, flicked the long sword in his hand, and took out a handkerchief from his arms.

Although there was not a trace of blood stains on the cold blade, he still buried his head and wiped it lightly as if no one was around, attentive and careful, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and brilliant and brilliant.

Many of the corpses in front of them that had lost their heads fell to the ground with a thud, scarlet blood spreading freely across the deck of the cabin.

The young boy seemed to have a habit of cleanliness, raised his eyebrows, swept forward without touching the ground, and when he fell again, he had already appeared in front of the middle-aged man holding a ghost-headed knife.

Ji Xiaoyue seemed to be frightened, retracted her head again and again, hid in Miss Xiao's arms, and grabbed Jiang Xiaoman's sleeve with one hand and trembled.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed lightly, raised his hand and gently held the little girl's wrist.

Fang Cai's bloody scene was inevitably a little frightened, not to mention Ji Xiaoyue's girl.

I can't help but wonder about the origin of the young man in the scarlet cloak, at such an age, he has such superb cultivation, and he is even more ruthless without a trace of hesitation, far beyond too many people of the same age.

Jiang Xiaoman suddenly noticed that behind this young man who was not much older than him, there was a divine beast embroidered on the scarlet cloak, with a lion head, antlers, tiger eyes, elk body, dragon scales, ox tail, and two red flames under the wolf-like paws, which turned out to be a unicorn, one of the five divine beasts.

Jiang Xiaoman thought for a moment and whispered to himself: "Zhongyu, Yao clan?"

Qilin, the totem of the Yu Dynasty in the Middle Domain.

The middle-aged man holding the ghost head knife stepped back slightly, and when there was a loud sound, the ghost head knife in his hand rolled down on the deck, and his voice trembled a little: "You...... Who the hell are you?"

"Zhang Xiu, the forward captain of the Dayu Zhige Army, three years ago, you led your troops to kill your immediate boss and defected and disappeared. The young man chuckled and spoke, his tone a little playful: "You, can you be guilty?"

At this time, the middle-aged man who was called Zhang Xiu by the young man finally saw the totem tattooed on the scarlet cloak that was unfolding in the wind, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he lost his voice: "You are ......!"

But before he could finish speaking, the long sword had already fallen, stabbing straight into Zhang Xiu's chest, shattering his heart.

Gently withdrawing the sword, the young man sneered, and handed out another sword with his backhand, and the sharp blade flashed coldly, and flew straight towards the window where Jiang Xiaoman was hiding.

Jiang Xiaoman was not afraid at all, and the gentian silver spear in his hand came out.

The gold and stone are staggered, and sparks are flying for a while.

With a muffled snort, Jiang Xiaoman only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging.

However, as soon as he fought, he suffered a big loss.

The long sword was sheathed, and the young man looked at each other through the window.

With his hands behind his back, he suddenly noticed the two girls behind Jiang Xiaoman, his eyes couldn't help but light up, but his complexion did not change at all.

With a slight groan, the young man shook the cloak behind him slightly, looked at Jiang Xiaoman and laughed, and said softly: "The peak of the day after tomorrow, at your age, your cultivation is not bad." It's a pity that I still don't deserve to be my opponent. ”

There is a pride in the words, the kind of arrogance that seems to be born and is not pretentious.

Such a detached temperament can make the girls beat their hearts the most, and few people can achieve it.

Glancing directly over the young man, the young man looked at Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying, did not hide the admiration in his eyes at all, and asked softly: "Yao Qi in the Lower Middle Domain, dare to ask the two girls their surnames." ”