The rain was pouring down, and there was not a trace of light in the heavy leaden black clouds, and although it was still noon, the sky was like twilight. The road was already muddy, and when I stepped on it and pulled it out of the mud, the upper of the shoe was already covered with a layer of yellow mud.

Jiang Yuan braved the heavy rain and ran quickly towards a wild pavilion on the side of the road.

On the night of the destruction of Taiping Town, Jiang Yuan ran all the way through the gap in the thick fog, and then finally got out of the range shrouded in the thick fog, and then relied on the silk book obtained from Dong Tianxiong, walked along the path for several days to bypass the pass, and finally came to the road leading to Yangcheng.

Whenever he recalls the day of the catastrophe in Tianping Town, Jiang Yuan always feels like a world away.

"I'm sorry! ”

When Jiang Yuan ran into the wild pavilion, there were already many passers-by sheltering from the rain in the pavilion.

Unkind eyes were instantly projected towards Jiang Yuan, and most of the people gathered in the pavilion were a group of fierce men, who were holding sharp blades, like a group of hungry wolves.

When they saw that Jiang Yuan was nothing more than a weak scholar, contempt and disdain flashed in their eyes.

A black-faced man stared at Jiang Yuan viciously, and after spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, he said:

"Boy, this place is not where you should come, get out of here!"

Jiang Yuan looked around, only to find that there was already a tense situation in the wild pavilion.

In addition to this group of strong men, there is also a middle-aged couple and a tiger brained child, who looks like a family of three.

The middle-aged man was wearing a soap suit and carrying a knife, apparently a servant in the yamen. At this time, he was holding the public knife, protecting his wife and children behind him with full vigilance, and the object of his nervousness and defense was obviously not Jiang Yuan, but that group of fierce men.

The woman also hugged her son tightly and shrunk behind the middle-aged servant, her eyes full of horror.

Jiang Yuan didn't expect that he seemed to be involved in a dispute, he smiled, pointed to the outside of the wild pavilion and said:

"I just want to know whose carriage it is, and if it will give me a ride when the rain stops? Oh, I'm going to Yangcheng!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged official glanced up at Jiang Yuan, but did not speak.

On the contrary, the black-faced man saw that Jiang Yuan had no intention of leaving, and said with a cruel smile:

"If you want to die, let's stay. As for the carriage, it will be Lao Tzu in a while!"

Jiang Yuan smiled and didn't speak, just leaned quietly on the wooden pillar, waiting for the rain to stop.

The roof of the pavilion is made of thatch, and rain constantly drips through the cracks in the grass. The terrain of the wild pavilion is low, and the muddy water on the road is constantly pouring into the wild pavilion. In this environment, it was a little tighter than the torrential rain outside, and everyone's clothes and shoes were already soaked.

The gang of fierce men laughed loudly and unscrupulously, and occasionally looked at the family of three with a fierce glint in their eyes.

The middle-aged official was still protecting his wife and children, and a layer of fine sweat had broken out on his forehead, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

After a while, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from a distance.

I saw a strong man rushing out of the rain curtain and running quickly into the wild pavilion.

He glanced at Jiang Yuan in surprise, then came to the black-faced man and said:

"Boss, I've seen everything around, and there's no one else left!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes swelled with cruelty and violence, and he suddenly picked up the machete beside him and shouted:

"Men and children were killed, women, carriages and money were robbed!"

After hearing the command, the men in the wild pavilion all brandished their sharp blades and screamed excitedly.

The middle-aged officer's face became more and more ugly, and he shouted:

"You ...... Don't you dare to attack and kill officials?"

The black-faced man stepped fiercely towards the middle-aged servant:

"Lao Tzu has no one who doesn't dare to kill! Don't talk about an official errand, it's the king of heaven Lao Tzu who is here, kill him!"

The surrounding men all raised their sharp blades and slashed towards the middle-aged officer, who roared angrily and waved his knife to resist, but after a while, he was cut to the ground, and the howl of a woman and the cry of a child came from the crowd.

The rest of the people did not intend to let Jiang Yuan go.

A man slammed into Jiang Yuan's back and firmly hugged Jiang Yuan's arms.

While the other man laughed, he pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it towards Jiang Yuan's chest.

Jiang Yuan only felt that all this was very funny, and finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

The man who strangled Jiang Yuan tightly and the man with the dagger were confused by Jiang Yuan's laughter, and one of them asked:

"Boy, what are you laughing at when you're dying?"

"I've been holding back for many days," Jiang Yuan smiled more and more happily, "I can't kill anyone all the ......time, I'm about to lose it......!" You send it to the door yourself!"

The man shouted:

"Die!"

After finishing speaking, the dagger in his hand no longer hesitated, and stabbed towards Jiang Yuan fiercely.

Jiang Yuan's arms slammed into each other, only to hear two crisp sounds and a scream behind him, and the man's shoulders that strangled Jiang Yuan had been dislocated by the giant force.

Then, Jiang Yuan quickly grabbed the wrist that was stabbed by the knife, and twisted it hard, and the wrist was suddenly twisted into a twist.

"Ah——!h

Jiang Yuan pulled out his waist knife and turned around and slashed it, and the two of them were immediately cut in two by Jiang Yuan.

Steaming blood mixed with muddy water flowed down the ground and under everyone's feet. The bright red entrails were also yellowed by the muddy water, soaked in the mud like worn-out cotton wool.

The men who were originally besieging the family of three stopped their movements and looked at Jiang Yuan in disbelief.

A scholar with a weak appearance, but he is as fierce as a tiger.

Jiang Yuan pointed the long knife in his hand at them:

"Is there anyone who can fight?"

The men were furious:

"Let's go together!"

They swarmed up with a strange scream, and the blades in their hands swung down like a dense torrential rain.

Jiang Yuan stared at them like an eagle falcon, and slowly dragged the long knife back:

"I'll try you guys, my Crazy Knife Technique. ”

"Crazy Knife Method" has a total of 16 styles, with three internal strength and mental methods.

This is a domineering and vicious knife technique, when the knife is released, it can convert the internal force into special fire poison attributes, and the person who is hit by the knife will be eroded by the fire poison. Minor injuries are difficult to heal, and severe ones die of fire and poison.

In the past few days since he escaped from Taiping Town, Jiang Yuan has practiced the "Crazy Sword Technique" whenever he has free time. What surprised him was that when he practiced the Inner Strength Mental Method, the shadow in his body was able to separate a trace of ghost qi and gradually transform it into internal force, which also made Jiang Yuan quickly practice the Internal Strength Mental Method to two levels, and it was only one weight short of being perfect.

This also gave Jiang Yuan the illusion that internal force was easy to cultivate.

If the person who originally wrote the "Crazy Sword Method" knew that Jiang Yuan had cultivated the internal strength and mental method to two levels in just a few days, he would definitely drop his jaw. You must know that ordinary martial artists want to cultivate the internal strength and mental method of the "Crazy Sword Method" to two levels, and they can't do it without a year or two of penance.

On Jiang Yuan's way out of Taiping Town, those demons and monsters disappeared after the destruction of Taiping Town, which also made Jiang Yuan have a smooth journey, but he did not have the opportunity to use this sword technique.

And today, there is finally an opportunity.

The long knife slashed, slashing through the droplets of water dripping from the top of the pavilion, and then slashed at those who stood in front of it with a scorching breath.

This knife went down, as if there was no hindrance, and the moment the fire poison internal force came into contact with the blood, there was a sound of "boom!".

Stumps and severed arms fell like autumn leaves, screaming one after another.

The first few people have been cut in two, and the men in the back and on both wings have also been affected and paid a great price.

To their horror, a strange scorched black oozed from the skin near their wounds, and the scorched black spread all over their bodies. Along with the scorched black, there was a sharp itching and pain, as if it had been eaten by ten thousand ants.

Some of the men couldn't stand it anymore, and scratched desperately on the charred skin with their nails, and soon scratched the flesh and blood of the skin, revealing Bai Sensen's bones.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan said with satisfaction:

"This knife technique is really good!"

The black-faced man was already stunned, and he slashed at Jiang Yuan with a knife:

"Lao Tzu wants to cut you with a thousand knives!"

The machete brought a gust of wind and whistling, both in speed and strength, far beyond ordinary people.

Jiang Yuan saw this knife and said, "Oh? It turned out to be a martial artist. ”

In the past two days, Jiang Yuan has also studied this book intensively, so he has also roughly learned the level of martial artists in this world.

Martial artists are divided into five levels, namely: refining the body, working together, four poles, Kaiyuan, and returning to the sect.

Body refining, as the name suggests, is to use internal force to temper the body, and this stage is the most basic stage of a martial artist. With the operation of internal forces, the quality of the physical body far exceeds that of ordinary people. It is also from this stage that the martial artist has a distance from ordinary people.

Kone, on the other hand, means that a warrior can skillfully master his own strength and apply his internal force to martial arts.

Lin Zhenghao is a martial artist in the Kone stage. Jiang Yuan secretly thought that when he fought with Lin Zhenghao, although he did not practice martial arts, he could easily kill Lin Zhenghao. In this way, relying on the strength of his physical body alone, he should have reached the realm of full consummation, and may even be better.

The four poles are the martial arts' control of combat skills that has reached the point of perfection, and the internal force has been further refined. At this time, the warriors had far surpassed ordinary people, and it was difficult for ordinary people to defeat them by numbers alone.

The two levels of Kaiyuan and Guizong are not mentioned in the "Crazy Sword Method", and the specific meaning and strength may also be slowly discovered by Jiang Yuan in the future.

Jiang Yuan didn't know his current strength, so he urgently needed to learn from martial artists to confirm his realm.

Although the black-faced man is also a martial artist, his strength is not stronger than Lin Zhenghao at the beginning, and even much weaker.

For such an opponent, Jiang Yuan didn't have much interest in slowly competing with him.

At that moment, Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and patted the machete that the black-faced man had cut at him.

The black-faced man only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, which was already torn. He hurriedly retreated in fright, and asked with a horrified face:

"You...... Are you a master of that way?"

Being able to crack his most proud move with one slap is far beyond the imagination of a black-faced man. His heart was cold, and he knew that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have messed with today.

Jiang Yuan said lightly:

"Hand over the martial arts cheats, and you will be spared. ”

Although Jiang Yuan has studied the "Crazy Killing Sword Technique" today, compared to the advanced martial arts in this world, the "Crazy Sword Technique" is not in the stream. In order to increase his understanding of martial arts, Jiang Yuan also needed more cheats.

The black-faced man's face changed for a while, and he suddenly changed his face and smiled:

"It turns out that this boy wants martial arts cheats, and it just so happens that I have a lot of them here, but I don't have them with me. As long as Childe is willing to spare my dog's life, I am willing to take Childe to my home to get cheats. My house is not far from here, only a few miles away, and it will be there very quickly. ”

Jiang Yuan glanced outside the wild pavilion, and saw that the rainstorm had gradually become smaller and smaller, and it had become dripping.

He shook his head:

"I'm sorry, I'm not available. ”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuan grabbed the black-faced man's neck violently, and the fire poison internal force continued to pour into the black-faced man's body along his hands.

The black-faced man struggled desperately but to no avail, and the skin on his whole body quickly turned black, as if the whole person had been burned by fire.

Jiang Yuan didn't think that there were any good cheats in the hands of a person with the strength of a black-faced man, he just wanted to delay time. If it was another time, Jiang Yuan didn't mind playing with him.

But at this time, Jiang Yuan was halfway to Yangcheng, and he was not familiar with this place and did not plan to stay for a long time, so he really didn't have time to play slowly.

The black-faced man screamed and struggled for a while before he lost his life.

The rest of the men were frightened when they saw this:

"Run!"

They screamed and fled towards the outside of the pavilion, like wolves rushing to the top of the field.

Jiang Yuan threw away the corpse of the black-faced man and raised the long knife again, with bloodthirsty fanaticism in his eyes:

"I haven't killed enough, I can't run a single one!"

The rain became lighter and lighter, and soon it became a drizzle. The mud around the pavilion was already dyed red, and the blood gradually spread along the trickle in the mud.

When Jiang Yuan returned to the Wild Pavilion, the damp clothes on his body had spread into a large red halo due to the soaking of blood.

The middle-aged official was stabbed several times on his back and arms, but he did not die. He was also stiff, and he sat up with a pestle despite such an injury.

The woman wiped her tears and sewed the wound on the middle-aged servant's back with a needle and thread. The little boy lay in his mother's arms, looking at Jiang Yuan in horror and not daring to say anything.

"Are you going to Yangcheng?" Jiang Yuan asked, "Can you give me a ride?"