In an instant, killing three people in a row, the means were extremely violent, bloody, and the scar-faced leader was really a little suspicious of whether Yang Ming's body was hiding this fierce beast.

This is the first time Yang Ming has killed someone, he has no fear, only anger, these people all deserve to die, and now he has only one thought, to slaughter all these beasts.

Watching the sword rise and fall, the three brothers died under Yang Ming's sword, the scar-faced bandit's pupils contracted suddenly, and he couldn't help but take a cold breath in his heart.

This man is really unseemly!

Looking at the delicate young man, killing people is so brutal, this is simply a humanoid beast!

"The wind is whistling!" Scarface screamed, turned around and ran away, he could see that Yang Ming was not something he could deal with at all, if he didn't run, it was estimated that he would really die in the hands of the other party.

Thinking of Yang Ming's methods, even as a bandit, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Want to run?" Yang Ming snorted coldly, stepping on a strange step, the speed was like a meteor, and he shot out, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind a bandit, and the black iron sword followed closely and slashed at the opponent's back.

"Bang!"

The bandit was struck by the black iron sword, and his body smashed to the ground, as if his whole body bones had been shattered, and he instantly went limp, and he couldn't even scream out and died.

After killing a bandit again, Yang Ming did not mean to stop, but sped up his pace and rushed out, when the two were two or three meters apart, Yang Ming's arm was bursting, and the black iron sword flew out, like a big windmill, and smashed on the back of the neck of another bandit.

"Uh......"

With a muffled snort, the bandit's neck softened, and his body collapsed.

Yang Ming passed by the bandit's side, didn't look at the other party, and directly picked up the black iron sword and chased after the last scar-faced bandit leader.

Looking at Yang Ming, who was getting closer and closer to him, Scar's face suddenly changed greatly, and a thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This bandit only opened up four veins, if he could escape Yang Ming's pursuit, in the blink of an eye, this person was stopped by Yang Ming.

"You, what do you want to do?" Looking at Yang Ming who suddenly appeared in front of him, Scarface's face couldn't help but turn white, he held the machete in his hand tightly, and asked in a trembling tone,

Blood slowly dripped from the black iron sword, Yang Ming raised his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at the scarred face, and said in a domineering tone: "I ask, you answer!"

"Who sent you to kill me?"

"Hey, it's a death to say it or not, why should I tell you?" his eyes rolled slightly, as if he saw a chance to live, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he immediately said loudly.

Hearing this, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth couldn't help but tilt slightly, crossing a cold arc, and sneering: "Self-appointed smart guy......"

After saying that, Yang Ming stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body crossed an arc, and the black iron sword swung out heavily, the speed was extremely fast, as if the air was about to be oppressed by this sword, and a mournful "woo" sounded out.

Seeing Yang Ming's sudden move, this scarred face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly retreated, just more than this deadly sword, due to years of life-and-death struggle, after dodging Yang Ming's sword, he did not choose to retreat, but bullied forward, and the machete in his hand slashed out again and again.

It was not the first time that Yang Ming had fought with him, so he didn't panic about it, but instead pulled the black iron sword, easily blocking Scarface's attack, and then the sword body suddenly moved, shaking the machete away, and then quickly swung it, falling from the sky, and slashing at Scarface.

Because Yang Ming's attack speed was too fast, Scarface couldn't dodge it again, so he could only force Yang Ming's powerful sword.

Scarface gritted his teeth, gripped the handle of the knife with his right hand, and pressed his left hand against the back of the knife, and lifted it up sharply, blocking the part of his chest very quickly.

"Ding......

With the sound of a steel clash, the swords collided together, and in the dark night, a trace of sparks splashed, and the black iron sword pressed tightly against the machete.

Not surprisingly, the moment the swords collided, Scarface felt a terrifying force surging into his arm, and his body bent involuntarily, as if carrying a mountain, and his face turned red.

This sword had already shattered his lungs, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me, who sent you to kill me, otherwise, die!" Yang Ming's voice was calm and cold, as if without a trace of emotion.

These bandits are indeed hateful, Yang Ming can't wait to deal with them quickly, but he knows in his heart that there is definitely someone else who wants to kill him, because he doesn't know the bandits in Tiger Ridge, and it is impossible to know himself, based on this alone, Yang Ming can conclude that the person who wants to kill him is also an acquaintance.

In fact, he also had some vague guesses in his heart, but he was not sure, he had to figure out who the mastermind behind the scenes was, so as not to kill the wrong person when he got it.

"Haha, there is a kind of you kneeling down and begging Lao Tzu......" Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Yang Ming with a cruel smile, and seemed not afraid of Yang Ming slaughtering him at all, self-righteous He thought that he had taken Yang Ming's weakness, but he never expected that this would only accelerate his death.

The life and death of this scarface didn't matter to him, if Yang Ming wanted to get the news, there was a way, but he didn't want to be so troublesome.

If one day, when Yang Ming's strength is at a certain point, he can directly kill Tiger Village and figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

Yang Ming wanted him to live longer, but unfortunately the guy in front of him was too self-righteous.

Looking at Scarface's face, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile coldly, and said, "You overestimate your own value too much, bandits of your level are everywhere in Tiger Ridge, since I can catch you, I can also catch them......"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Ming's right hand suddenly exerted force, and the powerful force was like a mountain peak, completely pressing Scarface to his knees.

Then, the black iron sword pressed down step by step, Scarface's face was blue and red, as if he smelled the smell of death, and looked at Yang Ming, who was full of murder, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"No, you can't kill me......"

"Please, spare me......"

Yang Ming ignored Scarface's plea, but instead increased his strength again, as if he wanted to completely press Scarface to the ground.

"If I let you go, who will let them go......" Looking at Scarface's frightened face, he smirked, and the black iron sword in his hand pressed hard, then quickly lifted it up and slapped Scarface's head fiercely.

A bloody scene reappeared.