boom!
Upon hearing that it was a robber, Song Hao immediately turned back and kicked over the charcoal basin in the room.
Soon, the room became dark.
At this time, Murong Xue asked: "What happened outside?"
"A bunch of bandits came from outside the village." Song Hao replied in a low voice.
"Robber?" Hearing this, Murong Xue frowned slightly. She did not expect that in Tianlin Continent, where cultivators are revered, there would be robbers who committed murder and set fire.
"Well, they are just bandits, but the leader is a monk at the first level of the Foundation Establishment Realm." Song Hao noticed Murong Xue's surprise and told him the strange thing he discovered.
He tapped his chin with his hand, thoughtfully.
At this time, the gangsters outside the village were heard shouting: "Everyone in the village is listening. You are only allowed to gather at the head of the village within half a stick of incense. Anyone who is hiding at home will be shot to death if discovered!"
After the words fell, in the village, the doors of some houses with firelights slowly opened. One family after another, out of fear, walked out of the house and rushed towards the village.
Seeing this, Song Hao turned around and stared at the door while clenching the knife at his waist.
Then, he glanced at Murong Xue again, his eyes naturally showing a look of expectation, expecting this strong man from the Cave Ruins Realm to take action and annihilate this group of bandits with a snap of his fingers.
At this time, Murong Xue also saw Song Hao's expectations.
She said: "I'm really sorry. I haven't recovered from my serious injury. I can't condense my energy for the time being, so I can't take action."
"What!" Hearing the sound, Song Hao's heart trembled.
Jiang Wei said: "That's true. She paid a heavy price for forcing the God-killing Formation to break open."
Hearing what Jiang Wei said, Song Hao understood that Murong Xue was telling the truth and could not condense her energy. Murong Xue was now no different from an ordinary weak woman.
"But why did she tell me the truth?" Song Hao was puzzled.
Jiang Wei sneered: "Maybe she likes you."
"Uh." Hearing what Jiang Wei said, Song Hao shook his head. The strong man from Dongxu fell in love with Qi Condensing Xiao Xiami. He did not agree with this view.
"Sister Xue'er, don't worry, I will protect you." After looking at Murong Xue seriously, Song Hao returned to the door, and the hand holding the knife tightened.
He looked outside the village.
However, at this time, Song Hao saw two familiar figures.
"It's Father Xu and the others." At a glance, Song Hao recognized the two figures at the head of the village, one old and one young, who were Xu Qinghe and his mother.
"Old guy, you brought such a beautiful girl with you. Are you pretending to be a refugee?" A black-clothed gangster saw the extraordinary-looking young girl and immediately showed an evil smile on his face.
Waving his riding crop, the black-clothed gangster stepped forward and lifted up the young girl's chin.
Seeing this, Xu Qinghe stopped the young woman in front of her and explained: "Your Majesty, this is the old man's granddaughter-in-law. Please don't..."
"Bang!" Before Xu Qinghe could finish his words, the gangster in black hit the ground with a long whip, making a loud noise. Xu Qinghe fell to the ground in fright, and a bag of jade also fell out.
Suddenly, the black-clothed gangster's eyes lit up and he picked up the bag containing jade on the ground.
"Okay! The old guy hid it so well! What about the granddaughter-in-law? I think she is your concubine!" After weighing the heavy jade bag, the black-clothed gangster was furious.
Dismounting from his horse, he kicked Xu Qinghe away and extended his claws towards the young mother.
However, at this moment, in the dark night, a flash of sword flashed, and a "stab" sound was heard. The next second, the gangster in black let out an astonishing scream!
"Ah! My hand!"
His hand was cut off alive and fell to the ground, bloody and bloody.
"Ah! Boss! Boss, save me!" The gangster in black grabbed his broken wrist that was bleeding profusely and screamed like crazy.
At this time, the white-clothed monk, the leader of the bandits who had remained calm, finally slowly opened his eyes.
He looked towards the village and said sternly: "Who is he? Dare to hurt my brothers from Lianyun Village under my nose!"
After saying that, the monk in white jumped up, stepped on the horse's back, and swung a wind blade towards the village.
Suddenly, Song Hao's figure was seen spinning in mid-air. After several bursts of thunder and lightning, Song Hao threw the broken knife.
The broken knife collided with the wind blade, destroying the wind blade.
The broken knife flew back, Song Hao caught it and landed on the roof of a house.
"As a monk, hanging out with a group of bandits is really embarrassing to Qianjimen." Song Hao said loudly, covering his face.
He saw a crossbow embroidered on the sleeves of the monks in white clothes, which was the unique seal of Qianjimen.
"Oh? Since you know that I am a disciple of Qianji Sect, it is your fault that you still come out to die." After his identity was exposed, the white-clothed monk did not panic at all.
Because he discovered that the masked man in front of him only had the tenth level of Qi Condensation.
"If you have perfect Qi condensation, you will be invincible among your peers. Unfortunately, no matter how perfect Qi condensation is, it is not as good as one-tenth of the foundation!" The monk in white waved his hand again, and as he spoke, he shot another powerful arrow!
"go to hell!"
"That's not necessarily the case!" Song Hao interrupted the monk in white.
The sharp arrow pierced the air, although it was powerful, it was ultimately just an illusory blow created by the foundation-building monks relying on their cultivation.
Song Hao directly swung the knife, stepped forward, and at the same time used the law of thunder to strengthen his body, and directly used the broken knife to push back the sharp arrow.
"boom!"
The sharp arrow hit the ground, making an earth-shattering sound. The white-clothed monk was also shocked by Song Hao who resisted his blow in front of him.
The horse at his feet took a step back.
The white-clothed monk asked: "Who are you?"
"Tiandao Pavilion disciple, Li Qingfeng!" Song Hao showed Li Qingfeng's space ring.
In the hazy moonlight, this space ring belonging to the young master of the Li family is very dazzling.
Seeing this, the monk in white was stunned.
But the next second, he indeed saw a gorgeous space ring, wrapped around the index finger of the boy on the roof of the village.
"How is this possible? Li Qingfeng is obviously already at the third level of Foundation Establishment. Could it be that he deliberately hid his strength." In the dark night, the monk in white clothes could not see Song Hao's face clearly because his face was covered.
But then, when he saw Song Hao summoning the gorgeous crescent moon scimitar from the space ring, the white-clothed monk was stunned.
As a disciple of the Qianji Sect, he naturally knows that the scimitar is the exclusive sword of the Li family of the Tiandao Pavilion.
Liuwen's unique Xianyue Scimitar can only be worn by direct disciples of the Li family.
"Li...Li Qingfeng!" The reputation of the young master of the Li family of Tiandao Pavilion should not be underestimated, and the monk in white knelt down directly.
But just when the monk in white clothes was about to shout for mercy, suddenly, a strange wind rose from the ground and blew down the black cloth covering Song Hao's face.
"Uh." Song Hao suddenly felt embarrassed.
The monk in white immediately discovered that the person on the roof was not Li Qingfeng at all.
"It's you, Song Hao!"
"Uh, do you know me?" Song Hao was stunned when his name was suddenly called.
But at this time, the white-clothed monk's expression changed, and his face suddenly became ferocious, "Ha! Since it is really you, then I will accept my fate!"
