An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ming's mouth, like a ripple on his face, which quickly swept across his face, and then condensed into two sparks in his eyes, and disappeared into the depths of his eyes in an instant.

"I like to be horizontal like two hundred and five. ”

He whispered to himself.

"What are you talking about?" the young beggar beckoned, and the beggars around him suddenly moved closer in playfulness.

Be a dog in the city in a low voice, can't you still raise your eyebrows when you get to your own land?

Zheng Li silently took two steps back, looking at those beggars as if they were looking at a cold corpse. He couldn't be clearer about the demeanor of his young master, it was the rhythm of killing.

"Poof. ”

In response to him, Jiang Ming's lightning-fast movements.

The sword surged vertically and horizontally, and as he swung his long sword, a head flew diagonally, and the headless corpse spurted a wave of blood more than half a human high, and then fell to the ground.

"Dirt chickens and tile dogs. ”

He said coldly.

"It's still a hard stubble. The young beggar's eyes were uncertain, and he unhurriedly took out a flute from his tattered shirt and shouted to the surroundings: "Formation." At the same time, he put the flute to his lips, and the melodious flute sound instantly floated in the air.

Hundreds of beggars raised their bamboo sticks and beat the ground rhythmically.

The momentum is quite huge.

If you were an ordinary person, you might have run wild.

But they are facing Jiang Ming,

An alternative existence that doesn't know what to fear.

He followed up like lightning, his right leg swept out, and a gust of wind surged out, and the bamboo sticks of dozens of people were all shattered.

Everyone present had already changed color, Jiang Ming's strength was heavy, such a force was too fierce, and it was not something they could compete with at all.

In other words, their formations are not subtle, but they rely on uniform rhythms to disturb the minds of their enemies.

With such a lame sound skill, Jiang Ming listened to it like tickling.

After breaking the formation, he didn't stop at all, and in the face of the beggars who had no resistance, he kept waving the short knife in his hand.

One by one, human heads fell,

Pools of blood splashed,

The young beggar's eyes breathed fire, and the flute sounded even faster.

hiss

hiss

Patches of poisonous snakes suddenly poured out of the mud, and they spit scarlet snake hyacinths, and under the control of the flute, they quickly shot towards Jiang Ming.

During this time, Jiang Ming had already killed dozens of people.

His white clothes were stained with blood, and his cold eyes looked back, and his eyes were full of black mamba, bamboo leaf green, silver krait, pit vipers and other highly venomous snakes.

"Playing with snakes?"

His eyes lit slightly.

Hundreds of venomous snakes pounced as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were agile like cheetahs.

"Insect carving skills. Jiang Ming sneered repeatedly, and the short knife in his hand exuded a blazing sword.

Dozens of poisonous snakes were cut in two,

The hideous snake heads were scattered on the ground, looking extremely frightening.

On another level, those beggars are no different from poisonous snakes.

Jiang Ming rushed straight towards the young beggar playing the flute, only to see a black shadow passing by, he directly abandoned the knife, and directly swung his fist towards the young beggar.

"Bang. ”

The young beggar stood with his flute closed, and his right palm collided with Jiang Ming's fist, making an earth-shattering sound. Immediately after, he flew upside down like a paper kite with a broken thread, smashing it dozens of paces away.

He struggled to his feet, his face flushed, and a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Learning to beg for food at a young age, but not knowing how to use half of his body skills, is extremely stupid. Jiang Ming sneered, his contempt was undisguised.

The young beggar was furious, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the fierce light in his eyes was like a flame burning, and he jumped like a vigorous giant ape.

This time, Jiang Ming stood in place, without any complicated movements, just directly swung his fist.

"Bang, bang......"

Every punch is thrown. The young beggar kept falling backwards, and when the third punch fell, he suddenly couldn't move anymore, and then his arms suddenly cracked. In an instant, the body collapsed to the ground as if it had lost its bones.

Killing.

Jiang Ming licked his lips and looked around at the beggars around him with cold eyes.

He prefers this feeling of punching to the flesh and beating people to death alive rather than the slash of the sword.

Very cool,

It's exciting.

Among the beggars in the field, a few of them had some foundation, and they immediately understood that the young beggar's bones were shattered all over his body, and if he was completely destroyed, he would definitely not survive.

This is really terrifying, he is a bag of elders of their beggar gang's branch in Qiancheng, a martial arts master who is at the peak of his life, and he was beaten to death by this skinny man with three punches in the blink of an eye.

They keep going backwards,

The horror in his eyes is undisguised,

Jiang Ming didn't give them a way to live at all, and directly pulled out the short knife, the jet-black blade was extremely cold, drawing a beautiful trajectory, emitting bursts of demonic light.

The crowd screamed, scattered, and fled.

But Jiang Mingdi's speed was too fast, the short knife was slashed, and the head of one person was cut off in an instant, and the body left an afterimage, which appeared directly in front of several people, and slashed down.

The blood appeared, and several people's throats were cut out of a large gap.

"Ah......h

Blood splattered, and one by one the ragged beggars fell.

Jiang Ming's hair was scattered, and he was covered in blood and shuttled through the pile.

The jet-black sword flashed, and more than a dozen heads flew up, and the corpses fell in pools of blood, steaming blood gurgling.

.......

.........

When everything calmed down, Jiang Ming held a short knife in his hand, standing quietly on the mud floor, his long hair scattered on both sides in a chaotic manner, and looked coldly at the broken temple.

"Hurry, hurry, it's coming. ”

"Don't stop. ”

"Be vigorous. ”

........

"Hmmm......"

The unbearable moaning continues,

It became louder after all had calmed down.

People outside are killing people with impunity;

The people inside, the waves that no one is looking at.

Jiang Ming chuckled twice, took the knife, and strode towards the temple.

The mountain temple has long been deserted, and the surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and snakes and rats occasionally burrow through the grass.

Entering the temple, I saw a fierce clay statue of the mountain god, half of his body had been shattered, revealing the yellowed dirt inside.

The sound came from behind the clay statue of the mountain god.

He walked around the back with a blank face,

The picture is unsightly,

Two unclothed men and women were entangled, screaming selflessly.

Regarding Jiang Ming's appearance, the two were unaware.

Tiny beads of sweat poured out of the two of them, looking like two slippery loaches.

"Is that you?"

Jiang Ming was secretly surprised that he actually knew the young man among the men and women who were fornicating.

The men and women who were in the middle of the fierce battle heard the voice, and only then did Jiang Ming look at it.

The young man's face turned red, like embarrassment after being pierced, and like intoxication when he reached the peak of pleasure.