The quiet and peaceful mountain village was disrupted by the sudden sound of horse hooves. The bandits rushed out with shouts and surrounded the village with several carriages.
Looking at the antlered wall outside the village and the villagers holding weapons, the bandit leader's face didn't look good.
The bandits angrily moved the antlers away from the roadside and rushed into the crowd, shouting. They were convinced that the villagers here did not dare to resist.
The leading bearded man said: "Who is the village chief here?"
An old man walked out tremblingly.
"Have you prepared the money for this month's sample?" the big man continued to ask.
"Your Majesty, we have paid three times this month, and we really have no money."
The big man glared and kicked the old man, "Take the money if I tell you to. There's so much nonsense."
The old man's body was old, and he couldn't recover from the kick.
An old Taoist priest in the bandit team couldn't bear it, so he helped the old man up and massaged him to relieve his breathing. Unexpectedly, a chill flashed across his forehead. The old man died on the spot. There was a burst of exclamation in the village, and many young men wanted to rush forward and fight for the last time. After being persuaded by the elderly at home, they took out the life-saving money collected from door to door with a grimace.
The old Taoist priest was unhappy and said, "Kill everyone. What if you don't get any money in the future?"
The bearded man also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, boss, where will we go to grab the money then?"
"A bunch of losers just know how to grab some small money."
"What kind of profit can be gained from this poor village? What's the benefit of helping the adults in the city handle their affairs?"
"We want to make the dozen or so nearby villages fear us so that we can cooperate with your actions."
The speaker was a swordsman dressed as a scribe. He scolded the big man without waiting for the leader to speak. But he didn't dare to say anything about the old Taoist priest. After all, he was a practitioner. He could only let the leader speak.
The old Taoist priest said to a sinister middle-aged man: "Chief, we are just collecting some money and food, there is no need to kill people."
The middle-aged man was wearing black clothes and riding a tall horse. He was followed by two guards also wearing black clothes. He was the leader of this group of people.
He looked sideways at the old Taoist priest with an unhappy expression on his face, "Why don't you just kill a few people? What's the noise? If you don't kill people, how can they be afraid of us? If you don't like it, don't stay in my bandit den."
"If you want to hug me, just be obedient."
"This time I want to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. Let's kill everyone in this village."
"It just so happens that I also picked a few that are in good health. Maybe they can be made into iron corpses."
"What?!" The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. He had never thought of becoming a bandit before he came, nor did he expect that this middle-aged man wanted to use a living person to make a corpse. "Are you still not a human being?"
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was furious and wanted to beat the old Taoist priest to death on the spot. The two guards beside him reached out to grab the old Taoist priest. The palms were dry and bloodless, and the nails were long and sharp, and the black on them seemed to be The poison was applied, and instead of being a human being, it was clearly an iron corpse. It would be uncomfortable to be caught. Although the old Taoist priest was only practicing Qi, he still had some skills. With a rustling sound, he turned into green smoke and penetrated into the soil.
The middle-aged man didn't want to let him go, so he chased him out, determined to kill the old man. The Taoist priest used an earth escape talisman. Although this talisman can make people escape underground, the speed is not fast, the distance is not far, and the location where it can be unearthed is also limited.
The old Taoist priest was delayed for a while on the way here. He must have placed another Earth Escape Talisman there. He will come out of there later.
The two iron corpses jumped two to three feet away. The middle-aged man lay on the back of the iron corpses and looked for the original path to return. He would definitely meet the old Taoist priest.
The iron corpse is tireless and can run as well as any other horse. If it is a long journey, even a horse that is thousands of miles away is no match. Not long after, they arrived at another Earth Escape Talisman set up by the old Taoist priest.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground and searched carefully, and sure enough he saw a talisman written on yellow paper and cinnabar. There was no fire and it ignited spontaneously from the corner. After a while, it turned into ashes. A puff of green smoke also appeared on the ground. The old Taoist priest stuck his head out of the soil and looked around. He felt that he was in the bushes and should be out of danger. . He quickly got out and climbed out of the bush, only to see a pair of human feet. When he looked up again, it was the sinister middle-aged man who screamed in fright. His hands and feet became weak and he collapsed on the ground.
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The swordsman dressed as a scribe took over the command. He waved his sword without any nonsense and led the bandits to kill the villagers. The village was in a hellish scene, with screams and wails endlessly.
These bandits have seen blood and eaten meat in recent days. They are no longer the simple people they used to be. Today, they massacred the village, and the bandits who burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil were trained and formed.
You Ziji was trekking alone. The mountain roads were rugged and complicated. He had long lost the direction to Zijun. When he came here, he heard the sound of horses in the distance. He thought it was a caravan and immediately speeded up, hoping to join the caravan. Traveling with you, you can even tell me the direction.
When I got close, I happened to see bandits killing civilians. I quickly stepped forward to stop them and shouted "Stop!"
The bandit seemed to be a young man, so he didn't take it seriously, so he sent one of his men to kill him. When Youziji saw that the bandit looked down on him, he was so angry that he slapped the bandit away, spinning and falling into the crowd. This time the bandits were suppressed.
You Ziji took the opportunity to rush forward, attacking from the left and right, knocking the bandits away, and separated the bandits and villagers by breaking through the middle.
The scribe saw that You Ziji was good at Kung Fu and did not use any magic weapon. His Splitting Air Palm was more similar to the Kung Fu in the martial arts. Looking at You Ziji's appearance, he thought of the legend that some martial arts masters with profound internal skills had the ability to rejuvenate their youth. He felt that You Ziji Ji is a martial arts master, but he is not very afraid.
The bandits were frightened by You Ziji's ability and did not dare to come forward. He had to draw his sword and attack You Ziji personally.
You Ziji waved his hand to signal the villagers to move back.
I saw the scribe stabbing You Ziji in the abdomen with his long sword. When You Ziji retreated and dodged, he raised the sword, stabbed his armpit again, and cut his throat. A set of combos forced You Ziji to retreat, so he had to turn over and jump to distance himself, avoiding the scribe's subsequent attacks.
You Ziji didn't expect that the scribe's superb swordsmanship would suffer some losses. After seeing the scribe's fight, his confidence greatly increased. He probably thought that he was easy to deal with because of his sparse martial arts skills. You Ziji rarely faced off against someone who was good at martial arts, but he was not in a hurry to kill him at this time. Instead, he wanted to practice martial arts with his opponent.
When the scribe saw that You Ziji had given up his internal strength advantage and instead of fighting the enemy with the Sky Splitting Palm, he fought in close quarters. He was convinced that his opponent was a rookie who was very poor in actual combat. He was not afraid, and his self-confidence was overwhelming. He used his ten-level skills to the eleventh level. .
The two are attacking each other. Although the scribe has exquisite swordsmanship, You Ziji's air splitting palm is simple and powerful. No matter how the opponent attacks, he can force him back with just one palm strike to the face. However, the two sides are in a stalemate. .
You Ziji thought to himself, if this style of fighting is too boring, wouldn't it be easier to just use the Splitting Air Palm with all his strength to kill the enemy with one blow? He immediately changed his fighting style, imitating the ancestral palm technique used by Xiao Hu. His body shape was like a butterfly, his movements were light and agile, and he could attack the vital points with his moves. He was meeting his opponent with the scribe.
The two of them were dancing with swords and chopping hands, combining the virtual and the real. To outsiders, it looked like they were dancing, doing it alone a few feet apart. The Kung Fu of monks is naturally different from the Kung Fu of mortals. Although Xiao Hu's Kung Fu is exquisite, it will be greatly reduced without the use of true energy and magic weapons.
Because it takes decades for ordinary people to learn martial arts before they can achieve success in internal strength, or to protect the body with Gang Qi, or to release sword Qi externally. Most of the time they just use weapons. The martial arts moves need to be more detailed and precise to protect the whole body, but practitioners Even the lowest level of Qi training can still circulate the true energy throughout the whole body, and the palm wind can protect the whole body. Naturally, the palm technique does not need to be as close as ordinary martial arts, and the defense is everywhere.
You Ziji was extremely talented, and he understood the truth after a few fights. The more he fought, the smoother he got, but the scribe became more and more guilty. He felt that You Ziji's martial arts progressed too fast, and he could no longer keep up with the rhythm.
After a few more moves, You Ziji saw the flaw, jumped into his arms, and hit the scribe's chest with his shoulder, making it impossible for him to stab him with his long sword. Seeing this, the scribe immediately held the sword in his back, shortening the distance between the sword and You Ziji. The tip is pressed against You Ziji's chest. If You Ziji continues to attack, he will send his chest up.
Unexpectedly, this was exactly You Ziji's trap. At this time, the sword could not move. You Ziji stretched out two fingers and with just a twist, the sword was released from the scribe's hand.
Knowing that he was no match, the scribe quickly jumped away and took out a piccolo. It turned out that the middle-aged man gave him the piccolo before leaving to help him defend himself against the enemy.
A ferocious smile appeared on the scribe's face. "Even though you have great martial arts skills, there are practitioners here, and you are not allowed to show off your skills. You should die."
After that, he played the piccolo. The sound was hoarse and harsh, which made people feel irritated. Not knowing what he was up to, You Ziji knocked the flute away with a chopping palm, but he didn't expect that it was already too late.
On the carts brought by the bandits, the tarpaulins had been removed at some point, and there were several human corpses stacked on them. When they heard the call of the flute, they all woke up one by one and pounced on the nearby villagers. Start biting.
Fortunately, You Ziji fought fiercely with the scribe, and the nearby villagers stayed far away, so there was no damage at first.
Transforming living people into wandering corpses. You Ziji had never seen such a battle before. He was immediately furious and struck out all the wandering corpses with his palms. The scribe was horrified when he saw You Ziji's power and murmured: "He It’s a monk, he’s a monk.”
After You Ziji had dealt with the wandering corpses, he naturally would not let these bandits go and chased them. The scribe came back to his senses at this time and said: "The water here is very deep, aren't you afraid that my master will cause trouble for you in the future? "You Ziji didn't know who the adult he was talking about, and he couldn't tell his name clearly. He must have been beaten stupidly.
"Who is your adult?"
When the scribe heard You Ziji's question, he suddenly remembered something. His body trembled and he gritted his teeth. After a while, he vomited blood and died on the spot. He actually committed suicide by taking poison.
Only then did You Ziji realize that something was wrong. This was not a group of ordinary bandits.
