"What's your name?" Looking at the young man standing in front of him, the silver-robed young man looked indifferent.

"Mu Bai. Mu Bai replied calmly, and was silent after speaking.

The silver-robed young man glanced at Mu Bai up and down, "Your hands and feet don't need to be bound, just follow me later." As he spoke, the silver-robed young man turned to look at the middle-aged man on the side, his hand and nails were three of those martial slaves, and his eyes were a little stern, "You go and get some shackles and put them all on me." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly responded, twisted his somewhat round body, and ran to get the shackles, seeing this, Jia San's faces changed slightly, and Mu Bai was a little pale.

A quarter of an hour later, the silver-robed young man waved his hand and said to Mu Bai without objection: "You can follow me in the future." ”

After the silver-robed young man finished speaking, he didn't look at Mu Bai's reaction, and turned directly to face the middle-aged man, "Look at these bound slaves, let's go." ”

There are some slave shops and messy slave stalls on both sides of the wide road, a carriage slowly drives in the middle of the road, followed by three groups of thirty or forty people tied hands and feet of slaves, there are two black-armored guards on both sides of the slaves, from time to time sweeping those martial slaves wearing shackles, while Mu Bai and the slave manager slowly follow behind the carriage, everyone walks silently.

There was a small alley not far ahead, just big enough for a carriage to pass through, and when the carriage reached the mouth of the alley, a voice came from the carriage: "Stop!"

As the voice fell, the team immediately stopped, the atmosphere of the slaves suddenly became a little nervous, everyone's faces changed a little, there was silence in the carriage for a moment, the people in the carriage seemed to hesitate about something, and then only heard the people inside say, "It's okay, let's go." ”

Then the carriage turned into the alley, the alley was flanked by blue brick walls, standing quietly, when everyone entered the alley, the atmosphere became more and more depressing, the air seemed to be a little frozen, when the carriage was about to pass through the alley.

I saw a loud shout from the team: "Do it!"

When the words fell, everyone moved, only to see three teams of slaves rushing towards four of the black-armored guards, and the shackled warriors of the third team rushed directly to two of the black-armored guards, colliding with each other.

The rest of the slaves tried to bind the guards with the thick hemp ropes strung in their hands, and the clanging sound of shackles colliding under the slaves' feet was heard from time to time. The black-armored guards didn't seem to be on guard, and at the same time as the shouts of the three armors rang out, they drew the long sword at their waists and swept towards the slaves who rushed at them.

With the screams of the slaves and the splashing of blood, even two slaves had their hands cut off by their swords, and three slaves were struck in the chest and fell to the ground, never to be heard again.

The slaves were not frightened by the scene in front of them, and when they came to this situation, as slaves, sooner or later they would die, so it was better to fight for a future through this action.

Although three slaves were killed as a result, the black-armored guards could not stand the crowd, and after several more slaves died, they were pressed against the wall in the blink of an eye and could not move.

The four black-armored guards struggled and glared angrily, even if the slaves escaped on weekdays, it was at night, and the guards at night were actually more vigilant than during the day, but today because of the slave auction, there were few guards in the city, and most of them were transferred to the city square, usually these people have more than a dozen guards to guard, but today there are only four, so it will cause this result.

The captains of the guards also couldn't think of the slaves daring to do it during the day, knowing that the city was full of people, even if they succeeded, how to escape, so they didn't care too much about sending four black-armored guards to escort the slaves of the third armor.

At the same time as Mu Bai drank in the third place, he also rushed towards the four black-armored guards, but because he was walking beside the carriage in front, he reflexively rushed over and was relatively backward, and when he got close to the slaves, the guards had already been subdued.

He was the only one present who was not restrained, quickly picked up the fine iron long sword that fell to the ground, bypassed Kong Lin in front, and rushed towards Jia San, Mu Bai knew that only Jia San had the highest martial arts in the present, and he had to remove Jia San's shackles and shackles first, otherwise there would be trouble later.

Looking at Mu Bai who rushed to his eyes, Jia San nodded slightly to him, only to see Mu Bai holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and constantly slashing at the iron lock on the shackle with all his strength, the ding sound sounded, accompanied by the splash of sparks, Jia San was expressionless, and after more than ten sounds, the slender iron bolt at the iron lock was broken.

After the iron bolt was broken, Jia San directly broke free of the shackles set on his neck and hands, snatched the long sword in Mu Bai's hand, and cut off the shackles under his feet in just one click.

During the jump, he wiped the necks of the black-armored guards, and with the black-armored guards, in their desperate and incredulous eyes, they fell to the ground, and a pool of piercing blood flowed from their throats.

With the clanging sound of shackles and shackles breaking, the slaves were released one by one, and three of them picked up the swords dropped by the rest of the black-armored guards and dispersed to free the remaining slaves. Everyone was scrambling for time, and in less than a moment, all the slaves were untied from their hands and feet.

Mu Bai stood aside and watched, without any other movements, while Jia San turned around and rushed towards the carriage, and at this time, there was a person under the carriage with his head in his hands, lying on his stomach facing the ground, it was the middle-aged slave.

I saw that the middle-aged slave's body was trembling, obviously very afraid, and the ground was wet, obviously scared out of the urine by what was in front of him.

And just when Jia San rushed to the side of the carriage, the carriage, which had not moved before, suddenly split apart and exploded with a loud bang, and the broken wood pieces were scattered and splashed, only to see a sword light rushing out of the broken wood chips, under the scorching sun, the light burst into the eyes of Jia San and Mu Bai, who was looking here, Mu Bai's eyes were narrowed by the sword light.

When the sword light flashed, Jia San's eyes opened violently, and the horizontal sword was blocked in front of his chest, only to see a crisp sound, and the long sword that flew towards him was blocked back, while Jia San was in the collision, rubbing back a few steps, splashing a cloud of dust.

I saw that the silver-robed young man in the carriage was already standing in front of the carriage at this time, holding the long sword upside down, and did not look at Jia San, but at Mu Bai not far away, and said softly, "I saw that something was wrong at the beginning, and I guessed that you might have to do it, and this way to the square, only this alley is the most opportune time to do it." ”

Speaking of this, the silver-robed young man paused slightly, "I saw that you were more clever before, after all, he was also a random three cheap slaves before, but you can do things on Jia San without me being able to find out, which shows that you are still more intelligent, if it weren't for your figure, I really wouldn't have found out." The reason why the silver-robed young man did not bind his hands and feet to Mu Bai was because he was arrogant and fearless.

As he spoke, the silver-robed young man turned to look at the middle-aged man who was trembling under his feet, and when he saw the wet stains between his legs, he asked about the smell of urine in the air, his face changed a little, and he snorted lightly, "Waste!" As soon as the words fell, the long sword was gently sent to the top of the middle-aged man's head, and the middle-aged man stabbed into his head with the long sword, no longer moving, and directly lost his breath and went limp.

The silver-robed young man drew his long sword and shook the blood on the tip of the sword at will, as if he had done something insignificant, and he didn't care, "Those guards are also waste. ”

And Mu Bai and Jia Sanzhong, who have been paying attention to this, have some discoloration on their faces.

I saw the silver-robed young man continue to whisper: "I originally planned to take you with me to be an obedient dog if there was nothing to do this time." Speaking of this, the silver-robed young man suddenly smiled, "When I walked to the alley before, I was still a little hesitant, and finally thought about it, it depends on what you plan, you cheap slaves, tied together, are not my opponents!" The silver-robed young man's tone was extremely confident, or proud, holding the long sword upside down in his right hand, and pointing at everyone with his index finger in his left hand, as if he was pointing at the country.

Jia San calmly looked at the silver-robed young man in front of him, unmoved, and the slaves behind him had been untied by their hands and feet at this time, and the dozen or so martial slaves heard what the silver-robed young man said, and they all flashed a burst of anger, accompanied by a loud shout from everyone, and they all rushed towards the silver-robed youth.

The silver-robed young man and Jia San were unmoved, standing quietly, and when the martial slaves rushed to Jia San's side, Jia San moved, shook his long sword, and seemed to be a little unaccustomed to this light and fluttering weapon.

Then Jia San and everyone immediately rushed to the silver-robed youth, the silver-robed youth smiled faintly, the long sword danced, the sword light was elegant, and he swiped over the rushing martial slaves, accompanied by blood splashing, and immediately a martial slave fell to the ground.

The jingle sound was endless, Mu Bai and the slaves watched from behind, and everyone did not practice martial arts, so they could only watch and could not participate.

A quarter of an hour later, the two sides had stopped, and there were less than the number of people who could stand in the field, only to see blood and severed limbs all over the ground, like Shura hell, the silver-robed young man was unmoved, slightly panting, only to see that the silver robe had a little bit of dazzling blood, stained on it. The silver robe was cut by the sword in several places, and there was a slender sword mark on the chest and left arm, and blood was gurgling.

The silver-robed young man glanced at the wound, frowned slightly, and then looked at the three people in the first three without care.

At this time, Jia San was gasping violently, and there were more than a dozen wounds on his red upper body, like a big red mouth, bubbling with blood outside, stained like a bloody person.

The rest of the Wunu are even worse than Jia San, two of them have cut off their left arms, one of them is holding a long sword, and the rest are all cut off on their right arms or have wounds all over their bodies, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, the consequences can be imagined.

The silver-robed young man looked at everyone, the corners of his mouth were even more disdainful, he pulled out, the long sword slashed, and Jia San blocked it casually. The rest of the people, who can fight again, immediately stepped forward.

And a quarter of an hour later, Mu Bai looked at the people in the arena, and quietly stepped forward, as if he was going to participate in the arena, and Kong Lin behind him saw this, chased forward and grabbed him, and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?

When Mu Bai heard this, his eyes flashed, and he whispered to Kong Lin: "It's okay, I'll just step forward and see if I have a chance to smoke a few cold shots and not get involved." You're watching from here. With that, he ignored Kong Lin and trotted towards the duel.

Seeing this, Kong Lin hesitated slightly and followed.

Mu Bai came to the vicinity of the bloody stumps on the ground, and no longer moved forward, and at this time, there were only three people in the field who could fight again, the silver-robed young man and the third Jia, and a martial slave with a broken left arm, but this person was obviously in a bad state, and there seemed to be a will that had been supporting him.

As the silver-robed young man blocked Jia San, the long sword stabbed straight at the martial slave, Jia San wanted to rush forward to rescue, but it was still a little late, and he was stabbed into the belly by the silver-robed young man's long sword, and the martial slave immediately fell down with the splash of blood, and there was no sound at all.