Yiran held the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand and looked at the seven bandits, and said with a smile: "It takes so much effort to deal with five fourth-level monks. I don't know where you got the confidence to kill me."
Under a slightly crazy suspicion, Yiran let go of his hand, and the Peach Blossom Sword unsheathed itself without any energy, flying above Yiran's head.
The bandit leader was immediately stunned, retracted the steps he was about to take forward, and said two words coldly: "Spirit Sword".
Yi Ran remained silent and did not respond with a yes or no. Naturally, he would not tell them that this was a magic weapon with spiritual intelligence, and it was definitely not comparable to ordinary spiritual weapons.
Seeing that Yiran didn't answer, the leader continued: "Your Majesty wants to stop us with just a spiritual sword. It would be too disrespectful to take us seriously."
Still without any words, a slash from the spiritual sword struck down at the feet of the seven people across fifty feet.
The leader looked at the ravine cut out at his feet, his face gloomy and full of thoughts.
How could it be so easy to win over such a team?
Two people have died today. If the opponent does not pay something, it will definitely be difficult to appease his subordinates.
And if the consumption continues and two more people are killed, then the deterrence of their group of bandits will definitely plummet, and other bandits may make trouble for them and seize their territory or even annex them.
It seems that bandits only need to be ruthless and not afraid of death, but in this kind of business of licking blood from the edge of a knife, the less afraid of death, the sooner they will die.
After working hard to build a small team of ten people, the effort this leader put in is self-evident, and he is not willing to let any of his subordinates die.
Just looking at the indifferent attitude of the young man in front of him, his heart became more and more gloomy.
"Boy, we are all fifth-level monks. You just want to save them all without paying any price? What about my two dead brothers?"
Yiran looked back at the two people who were no longer alive, and finally spoke:
"Obviously I can kill monsters in exchange for the resources I need, but I have to become a bandit to kill people and plunder money. If I don't kill you, I am in a good mood today. If I don't talk nonsense, I will kill you all here."
Zhang Yuling frowned when he heard Yiran's words. He didn't know where this guy got the confidence to face seven enemies!
Is this guy ignorant of the ferocity of the bandits, or is he too conceited about himself? It is not easy to enter the Wuzong at such a young age. Could he still be a great Wuzong?
The leader seemed to have heard a joke, and he was so angry that a smile appeared on his face, but the smile was full of cruelty and sinisterness.
"That means there is no need to talk about it. In this case, I, Yuanba, have no choice but to ask you to die. After you go down, remember to tell your elders a dream, that the person who killed you is called Yuanba."
Yuanba's tone was extremely calm, but those subordinates knew that he was extremely angry, and everyone was ready to fight in an instant.
The elemental wings behind the two magisters flickered, and the power of the wind and fire elements was restless. Including Wu Zong, who had been seriously injured before, the internal energy in his body surged like waves.
Yiran's expression remained unchanged, he patted the corner of his clothes with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to hold the Peach Blossom Sword, and shot out.
With one against seven, the young man alone took the lead in charging.
Seeing that the young man dared to take the lead in charging, the bandit roared and rushed towards him as well.
Yiran's expression remained unchanged, as if he had foresight, he moved his left hand slightly.
The wind element had just formed a terrifying giant face, and before it could roar, it was already broken and began to dissipate.
The Peach Blossom Sword in his right hand passed through the air, and the fire rain had just formed before it fell, but it had already broken into sparks and dissipated invisible.
The two consecutive magic spells did not stop the young man's charge at all.
The two bandits were not angry either. Their mental power locked Yiran tightly, and the wind and fire elements gathered around him, not only guiding their companions to their positions, but also constructing magic to attack the enemy when necessary.
However, after the young man came into contact with the five accomplices, it was difficult to use the powerful magic.
The elemental power condensed on Yiran is to limit the opponent's actions, so the elemental power condensed on Yuanba and others is naturally to increase his combat power.
The wind element formed wind scrolls on Yuanba's legs, increasing his speed by more than 10%. In addition, he was the strongest, so he was also the first to come into close combat with Yiran.
The moment the spear in Yuanba's hand collided with the Peach Blossom Sword, a flame appeared above the spear.
"Boom, boom", the spear and the peach blossom sword collided together. There was no harsh sound of the collision of gold and stone, only the roar of the flame explosion and the collision of the sword and gun.
After the loud noise, majestic internal energy was generated between the sword and the spear tip, forming two fans. The ripples on the fans were just in time to isolate the dust in the sky that was shaken by the powerful energy.
The two people looked at each other indifferently inside the fan, and Yuanba shouted "Broken!"
The two fans that were struggling to maintain suddenly shattered, and the energy rolled around. Dozens of old trees around them were instantly damaged. Countless wounds were cut by the powerful energy, and some were even cut off directly.
In Yuanba's violent shout, the two people's internal energy barriers were shattered at the same time, and their bodies took a few steps back at the same time.
It's just that Yuanba's face became more gloomy. With the magic blessing of the two magisters, he was not able to distinguish himself from the young man. This proved that his strength was not as good as that young man.
When he just stood up and looked up at the young man, several other bandits were already fighting with him.
Before Yiran could stand firm, there was a sword attack from the left, with a majestic momentum from top to bottom.
But it was the only one of the four bandits who had taken the lead who was still standing. The move he performed was directly the "Dragon Slaying" move that he had seen twice.
Just when the sword was about to hit Yiran's shoulder, Yiran's figure suddenly stopped, and the sword finger of his left hand directly touched the sword.
The gesture of making a sword with your fingers is called "Beng".
In the shocked eyes of Zhang Yuling and others, this young young hero actually used his fingers as a sword and clashed head-on with the sharp sword. How confident was he in his own inner strength?
What was even more unimaginable for them was that there were also sword swords on their fingertips. After the sword swords collided, the "Dragon Slaying" move that caused them so much suffering was forcefully broken.
Daogang kept vibrating after the collision with the finger sword, and finally broke into pieces.
The bandit retreated dozens of steps before he could regain his breath. Although he was not directly seriously injured, his breath was rolling and difficult to calm down for a while.
Yiran used his finger sword to resist the sword. Although he was confident enough in his own strength, it was also because two more people were attacking from the right.
One of the two robbers holds a sword and the other holds a knife. They are both characters with sinister faces who are not easy to mess with at first glance.
But if someone has a ferocious appearance and is unparalleled in strength, then someone who looks honest and handsome doesn't have to go out.
"Kill, kill, kill," the two men roared fiercely, and their bodies were full of energy. It was obvious that they were not weak hands.
But in Yiran's view, such roaring was not just a reminder that there were two people here who needed to be dealt with, that is, they needed to be dealt with.
Unlike the bandit who had just been repulsed who directly used his special skills, both of them had a tentative mentality. Although their moves were extremely sophisticated, their power was really unsatisfactory.
Yiran couldn't help but sigh:
"You seven hit me alone, why are you still trying to test me? What's the use of just having exquisite moves? Come with something that I can control."
Even a monster like Zhang Yuling, who tries every trick and uses every trump card in his hand to the fullest in the battle, can't help but feel strange about this young man who suddenly appears.
I don’t know whether to admire his boldness as a talented artist or to hate his “extravagant waste”.
Before he finished speaking, the Peach Blossom Sword swung upwards to meet the two men's attack.
A sword beam illuminated the sky and disappeared in an instant. Yiran didn't take a step back, and the two thieves with tentative thoughts flew out at the same time, blood gushing from their mouths.
Just when Yiran slashed out the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, but before he could take it back, a cry of "Young Master, be careful" reached everyone's ears.
As soon as Yiran heard it, she knew it was the reminder from the frosty woman Zhao Menghan.
Yiran's mental power was stronger than anyone present, so he naturally knew why Zhao Menghan screamed.
A figure was as fast as thunder and struck directly at Yiran's vest.
This figure hid behind Yiran at some point. He obviously possesses a unique skill that can hide Qi, which is why Zhao Menghan didn't notice his whereabouts until the moment he took action.
Magicians can use their mental power to detect the battlefield and suppress martial arts cultivators. Naturally, there will be this kind of unique technique that can detect the magician's mental power.
However, Yiran's spiritual perception is far from as simple as mental power detection, and he has long discovered the existence of this assassin-type martial artist.
In the horrified eyes of Zhang Yuling and others, and in the ferocious laughter of Yuanba's bandits who succeeded in their scheme, Yi Ran turned around at some point and faced the sneak attack bandits.
The dagger that was meant to stab the vest instead hit the chest.
The robber himself didn't know when the young man turned around, but it didn't affect the dagger stabbed in his hand. It didn't make any difference whether he stabbed it in the chest or the vest.
Just when the dagger had touched the young man's clothes and was about to pierce his chest, a hand firmly grabbed his wrist and lifted him up without any resistance.
Then the bandit let out a howl like a pig's feet.
The speed of this bandit's attack was barely noticeable, but the power was really not that good. Even if he stood still, Yiran didn't feel that he could pierce his body's protective energy.
But since the bandits are vicious, he will not be polite.
He grabbed the knife-holding hand of the robber and pressed it down. There was a "pop" sound, and the robber's palm was attached to his forearm at a weird angle.
Then he squeezed it hard again, making crisp sounds one after another, and the bones were crushed into countless pieces. In the words of Yiran's previous world, it was a "comminuted fracture."
Amidst the bandit's miserable howl, Yi Ran grabbed the bandit's arm and turned around, throwing him towards Yuan Ba.
The steel sword on the Peach Blossom Sword surged, and a cold light passed by, directly cutting the bandit into pieces in the air.
Yi Ran looked at Yuan Ba with disdain, his eyes full of indifference, as if he was the real murderous devil, while their group of notorious bandits had become lambs waiting to be killed.
Even Zhao Menghan, a woman who exuded coldness and hated the bandits in her heart, couldn't help but shudder after seeing the young man's killing methods.
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