Yu Zhi's voice was loud and reverberated throughout the mountain city.
Yu Zhi was like a cold-blooded killer, killing one person in one step. His sword light was raging, killing all the bandits nearby and far away.
None of the bandits in the city is innocent, and no one deserves to be pitied.
More than 900 children were kidnapped, and thousands of people died at the hands of bandits. The reason why bandits are called bandits is because the crimes they committed are unforgivable.
Ying Chou is dead, and the remaining bandits are fleeing. This is a one-sided massacre, just a massacre.
On the other side, Wuhua stood in front of the prisons with more than 300 remaining children imprisoned inside. The little body is crowded in the prison,
The explosion outside had long awakened these children. They stared at Wuhua with their big fearful eyes.
Everyone's clothes are in tatters and their hair has not been washed for a long time. They all look like little beggars on the street.
The children had been locked up for an unknown period of time. They were so skinny that their abdomens were sunken and the marks of their ribs were clearly visible on their chests.
Before Wu Hua came, they were all sitting in the corner, like helpless cubs huddled together for warmth.
After Wuhua arrived, they even tightened into a ball.
In the dim prison, Wuhua looked compassionate, his pure eyes full of love. "Don't be afraid, the monk is here to save you."
The children still dare not look at Wuhua, perhaps because they have been frightened for the past few days. The ferocious bandits took all of them out one by one and never came back.
For these children, stepping out of prison is an even greater fear. They are simply afraid, not knowing what will happen after they walk out of the prison door.
The fear of the unknown is far more violent than the blood shed by a sword.
The prison door was opened.
But no child came out yet. They huddled up and did their best to feel safe.
It just feels safe.
Some older children walked to the cell door but did not come out. They looked at Wuhua, with no clear meaning in their eyes. Then they quickly walked back to the prison and hid themselves.
Wuhua didn't know the meaning of this look, and she didn't know how to speak. She thought to herself, "Brother Yu has to take care of this matter."
Suddenly, Wuhua frowned, and a powerful aura broke into his range of perception.
Wuhua said: "You stay here for now, the monk will come to help you leave later."
With that said, Wuhua closed the cell door, uttered Sanskrit sounds, and golden light wandered around the prison, covering it.
The secret technique of Buddhism cannot be broken by the golden light guard here unless it is a strong person who opens the monument.
Wuhua's eyes swept over the young faces and whispered: "Amitabha."
After Wuhua left, the children huddled together walked to the prison and looked at Wuhua's not-tall back.
Perhaps, at this moment, these children believed what Wuhua said.
This monk really came to save us.
...
Yu Zhi followed the roaring sounds of wild beasts and found that the bandits in the mountain city had been killed by Yu Zhi, with hundreds of corpses lying in a pool of blood.
Yu Zhi ignored the other fleeing bandits. After a cup of tea, he found the captive beasts.
As Yu Zhi expected, they were animal traps, with walls dozens of meters high surrounding the beasts. Among them, there are tigers, wolves and some leopards. They all changed the color of their hair and became much larger than before, but they were far from the size of the black tiger.
Apart from their hair and body shape, their eyes don't look like black tigers.
However, Yu Zhi still smelled the stench of night ghosts on these beasts.
"It seems that these beasts still haven't undergone the mutation like the black tiger through the source of night ghosts." Yu Zhi said in a deep voice. "Where did these people get the source of night ghosts? Does You Yuanju also know what is going on in this mountain city?"
Yu Zhi's eyes fell on the withered bones in the animal trap again.
The heads of those skeletons were no bigger than Yu Zhi's fists, and the piles of bones were enough to show the cruelty of these bandits.
Yu Zhi's face was dark and his eyes were lowered. He suddenly regretted letting these beasts die so easily.
"We should really keep their lives and throw them into this trap." Yu Zhi spat.
While Yu Zhi was deep in thought, a figure wearing armor came from the city wall. The burly figure gives people a different kind of pressure.
Yu Zhi thought of the guard beside Nuo Min, Batulu, the first warrior in the grassland. The person who came was not as tall as Batulu, who was as tall as a giant tower, but he was also the most burly person Yu Zhi had ever seen.
The aura of the visitor was calm and powerful, like an adult bull with full vitality and blood.
"Who are you?" Yu Zhi asked. He began to become cautious, not as casual as he was with bandits.
In other words, Yu Zhi had already thought that only the strong existed in the mountain city, and the bandits like Yingqiu were nothing more than tools to kidnap children and the watchdogs of the mountain city.
If a mutated beast like a black tiger really appeared, Yingqiu and the others would have become their meal.
Cao Ling looked at the young man in front of him and praised him without hesitation: "There are not many young men as brave as you in Nanzhou Prefecture. It can be said that they are very few. Who do you come from, the Fan family, the Li family, the Jiang family, and the Nangong family?" Aristocratic family?”
Cao Ling has lived in the mountains for a long time and rarely knows what is happening in the outside world. He just wants to keep an eye on this mountain city and tame these wild beasts.
Yu Zhi shook his head slightly and said, "I am not from Nanzhou Prefecture."
Cao Ling clenched his fists and snorted coldly. "No matter where you come from, since you have come to this city, you don't have to think about going out."
Yu Zhi looked at the opponent's armor and moved the sword in his hand. "That's right. You are raising exotic beasts in captivity, feeding on human blood, and destroying humanity. Your crimes are extremely heinous. If these secrets become known, you will be the enemy of the entire world. Naturally, you cannot let me go."
"I like smart people like you, so there's no need to talk nonsense." Cao Ling said with a smile.
Yu Zhi didn't take it seriously and said, "But do you really think you can keep me?"
"Arrogant!" Cao Ling shouted, and his burly figure shot out.
The dexterous figure was surrounded by true energy, and the wind of the fist roared through the air, heading towards Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhidao flew back, trying to avoid Cao Ling's fist. At the same time, he raised his hand and stabbed out with his sword. When his true energy was activated, he saw that the fist was already close in front of him.
So fast!
A trace of panic flashed in Yu Zhi's eyes, and soon the panic was replaced by calmness. He has encountered such crises many times and knows how to deal with them.
clang!
A bell tolled.
The shadow of the golden bell shrouded Yu Zhi's body.
The moment the Buddhist golden bell appeared, the fist had arrived, and cracks spread all over the shadow of the golden bell, which finally turned into golden light and dissipated.
The most powerful secret defense technique of Buddhism, the golden bell, only appeared for a moment before being shattered by Cao Ling's fist.
First of all, Cao Ling was too strong and was already a strong man at the eighth level of the Open Monument.
Secondly, Yu Zhi only practiced to the first level of the "Golden Bell" and barely used it, so naturally he couldn't resist.
If Wuhua had been the one to carry this punch, he would not be as embarrassed as Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi took advantage of his strength and moved back, keeping distance from Cao Ling.
"Not bad. You can take my full punch." Cao Ling praised. He stepped forward to attack again.
This time, Yu Zhi did not dare to be careless. After knowing Cao Ling's speed, Yu Zhi kept retreating to give himself enough time to react.
Punch after punch, the shadow of the fist struck the sword light, crushing it. The light disappeared, revealing Yu Zhi behind the snowy sword light.
Cao Ling praised again and again: "Very good, very good. This sword move is extremely wonderful, using the light of the sword to make the wind and snow. However, your sword is too bad, after all, it is a common weapon, otherwise the light of the sword will be even worse." More powerful."
Cao Ling is like a senior guiding the juniors in their practice. But Cao Ling's moves became more and more fierce, hitting Yu Zhi's vital points directly.
Buzz!
The fist shook away all the snowy sword light.
Cao Ling almost suppressed Yu Zhi with overwhelming combat power.
When he was in Cangshan, Cang Shui's cultivation level was not weaker than Cao Ling's at all, and was even a bit stronger than Cao Ling's. But Cang Shui was not as powerful as Cao Ling.
At that time, Li Haomiao was watching the battle, and Biluo Qingyan was used by Yu Zhi. Although Yu Zhi was still weaker than Cang Shui after forcibly improving his realm, Li Haomiao put pressure so that Cang Shui could not use his hands and feet and could not truly display his full combat potential. force.
Now, Cao Ling has no such scruples. He just wants to kill the young man in front of him as soon as possible.
Yu Zhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a few deep breaths. "The Eighth Grade Kaibei. Who is this person? The Eighth Grade Kaibei lives deep in the mountains."
After a fight, the two had figured out each other's realm.
Cao Ling looked at Yu Zhi and said with slight surprise: "Such a young seventh-grade Kaibi stele can be counted even in the whole world. Who are you?"
If he knew where Yu Zhi came from, Cao Ling could make some guesses, but Yu Zhi only said that he was not from Nanzhou Prefecture.
Yu Zhi looked at Cao Ling, with a look of thought in his eyes, and said: "It is not possible for ordinary people to build such a huge city in such a deep mountain. Nanzhou Prefecture is respected by King Xiang Ji of Chu. , after thinking about it, only Xiang Yu can build such a city in such a secret."
"You are wearing armor, so you should be in the army. You must be a general under Xiang Ji. And among Xiang Ji's subordinates, there is only one who can reach the eighth level of the Kaistele - Yan Yun The seventeenth of the eighteen knights, Cao Ling.”
The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun have always kept their identities and whereabouts secret. Except for a few people who are known to the world, the rest of them have not revealed their identities.
Cao Ling is one of them known to the world. He is also the commander in charge of the first army under Xiang Ji.
When Cao Ling heard this, his expression changed slightly and he said, "Since you know so much, you are destined to die here today."
The secret of the mountain city cannot be known, and the secret of King Xiang Ji of Chu cannot be known.
"Excessive wisdom is easy to break, and excessive strength is easy to break." Cao Ling said, "If you go against His Highness the King of Chu, you are destined to have a bad end."
After a night of hard work, the sun will soon rise in the east.
Yu Zhi stood on the top of the city, and the evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it a bit of mountain coolness.
He looked at the roaring beasts under the city wall and smiled coldly: "Raising wild beasts with humans, colluding with night ghosts, and using the source of night ghosts to harm living beings. Such evil deeds are destined to never end well for you."
As he spoke, Yu Zhi clenched his fist and lightly hammered his chest a few times, where the armor was stored.
The next moment, a broken black armor appeared on Yu Zhi's body.
Immediately afterwards, a little cloud-like green flame emerged from his chest, and soon he was surrounded by green flames, like a god!
