As time went by, the temperature became lower and lower, and until the dew soaked through the clothes in the morning, everyone in the venue remained motionless.
Wang Chen glanced around and couldn't help but sigh.
These people have been oppressed for too long, so now that they have an opportunity, they must seize it no matter what.
As time goes by, the sun rises and the temperature gradually increases.
After a night of intense concentration, a sense of fatigue came over me at this time.
However, everyone still stared with bloodshot eyes, not daring to fall asleep at this time.
In the anxious waiting, the whole morning passed, and a strong feeling of hunger came in the belly. This time is a test of one's will.
The physical discomfort, psychological pressure, and fear of the bandits made them mentally tense all the time.
At this moment, a group of people was approaching quickly not far away.
After a while, they arrived not far in front of the mountain stream.
The leader was a man with a ferocious scar on his face, fierce eyes, and a big knife on his waist.
Behind him, there were several younger brothers and hundreds of bandits, all of whom were aggressive and full of murderous intent.
These people are the bandits of the Black Horse Gang!
With the arrival of these people, everyone's hearts were in their throats and they stared at the bandits with great nervousness.
"Second master, those untouchables are so brave. They dare to resist. They really don't want to live long." A younger brother beside the scarred man said sternly.
The scarred man's face was cold, "If I don't teach them a lesson today, they would really think that our black horse gang is just for nothing."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and rushed out quickly on his horse. Seeing this, everyone behind him immediately followed.
Soon, they arrived in front of the mountain stream. The narrow passage slowed down their speed. They lined up in a long line and slowly entered the mountain stream.
Luo Wenming stared downwards, calculating in his mind how to eliminate as many bandits as possible.
The villagers were also staring at Luo Wenming, just waiting for him to give the order to take action.
After a while, half of the bandit team of hundreds of people had entered the mountain stream, and the rest were still stuck outside.
By this time, the entire mountain stream was already crowded.
Luo Wenming still made no move. It was only after the bandits in front had left the mountain stream and passed a third of the people that he raised his hand and swung downwards.
The villagers immediately stood up and pushed the boulders arranged in advance into the mountain stream.
The next moment, huge rocks fell like rain on the bandits in the mountain stream.
Boom boom boom!
Amidst the loud noise, a large number of bandits were directly smashed to death without even making a scream.
This wave of huge rocks killed forty or fifty people.
Before the bandits in front and behind the mountain stream could realize what was going on, arrows shot out from above their heads.
Puff puff!
Many bandits were shot and screamed in pain.
Although the arrows were fired at a height of tens of meters and were greatly reduced in power, they also caused considerable damage to the bandits.
Immediately, Luo Wenming shouted and asked the villagers to quickly go down the mountain with their weapons.
According to his plan, he would lead some villagers to deal with the bandits who crossed the mountain stream, and other villagers would deal with those who were blocked outside the mountain stream.
At this time, the bandits also discovered them, and they started to kill them one by one, yelling and cursing.
Fighting broke out, and the villagers quickly fought with the bandits.
Although they had been suffering all night and were in poor condition in all aspects, when facing these bandits, the hatred in their hearts was instantly ignited, and each of them picked up the weapons in their hands and threw them at the bandits.
"It's those untouchables, damn them, kill them!" Some bandits shouted, picking up the weapons in their hands and killing the villagers.
Wang Chen glanced around, and several sword energy secretly burst out from his hand, directly killing several monks and bandits outside the mountain stream.
The remaining bandits were ordinary people and were left to the villagers to deal with.
After doing this, he turned around and walked forward.
When he arrived, Luo Wenming had already led the villagers into a fierce battle with the bandits led by the scarred man.
The scarred man was worthy of being the second in command, and his strength was very impressive. When he slashed with the big knife in his hand, several villagers' heads flew up and they were killed on the spot.
Luo Wenming shouted and rushed directly towards the scarred man.
He turned his palm, and a long knife appeared in his hand. Under the infusion of spiritual energy, the long knife burst out with bursts of sword light.
Seeing this, the man with the scar narrowed his eyes slightly, "How dare these untouchables resist? There is a monk backing me."
As he spoke, he flipped the big knife in his hand, and light surged from the blade, causing a whistling wind.
Like Luo Wenming, the sword in the scarred man's hand is also a spiritual weapon!
The next moment, he stepped forward and rushed towards Luo Wenming, slashing down with his sword, full of explosive power.
And Luo Wenming was not afraid at all. The spiritual energy in his body surged and he slashed forward with a knife.
Clang!
The two knives collided together, making a harsh sound.
Two forces burst out from the blade at the same time, slamming together and making another dull explosion.
Luo Wenming's eyes flashed, he suddenly withdrew the long knife in his hand, and then slashed towards the scarred man.
The man with the scar reacted very quickly. Just when Luo Wenming was about to strike with his long sword, he swung the sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him.
"Boy, do you think you can save these untouchables just by being in the spiritual realm?" The scarred man sneered.
Spiritual energy burst out from his body, and the power of the Naling Realm spread from him.
Luo Wenming narrowed his eyes slightly. His cultivation level was at the second level of Naling Realm, and the scarred man in front of him had a level higher than him.
"Boy, are you surprised? Are you starting to regret your resistance?" The man with the scar sneered, the scar on his face was pulled, making him look extremely scary.
The broadsword lying in front of him shook violently, and a powerful force erupted, directly knocking Luo Wenming back.
Hearing this, Luo Wenming shouted coldly, with a strong murderous intent on his face, "So what if you are a little higher than me? Today I am going to kill you and avenge the people in our village!"
As he spoke, spiritual energy surged from his body, and the long knife in his hand made a buzzing sound, and he struck at the scarred man again.
The two of them got into a fierce battle, and the sound of swords clashing kept resounding, and each sword struck towards the opponent's vital points.
After all, the scarred man was a little higher than Luo Wenming. After a dozen moves, he suppressed Luo Wenming.
However, although Luo Wenming was retreating, his eyes were extremely determined and he was always looking for opportunities to fight back.
Seeing this, Wang Chen turned his gaze elsewhere.
Luo Wenming is not in a hurry to take action. Although the scarred man is a little higher than him, he has a good fighting ability and can hold on, and even find opportunities to counterattack.
On the other side, many villagers had already lost their lives. Among the bandits, there were also several monks. When they started taking action, the villagers could not stop them.
Monks and ordinary people are not on the same level at all.
When Wang Chen saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head. It was extremely difficult for ordinary people to resist the bandits, not to mention that there were monks among the bandits.
It's just that these villagers have been oppressed for too long and would rather die in resistance than live under the oppression of bandits.
Several extremely thin sword energy shot out from his hand, directly piercing the hearts of the monks and bandits.
