Zhang Bao thought that after being forced into a desperate situation, these more than a hundred fierce and evil strong men would choose to swarm forward and hack this disciple of the Kongtong Sect to death. However, he saw more than a hundred fierce and evil strong men, who were about to attack him. Then, it was divided into two parts, a small part with only eight people staying in place, while the remaining large part retreated further.
The faces of the eight isolated bandits turned greener, and they all grasped the hilts of their knives in panic almost at the same time. Shanxi is the territory of the Kongtong Sect. As one of the top ten sects in the world, the Kongtong Sect can be said to be the biggest local snake here.
And the eight of them are just a small gang of low-level robbers. They can bully the timid and cowardly villagers, but if they really deal with knights who can walk alone in the world for many years, they are looking for death.
The leader of the eight robbers turned his head and glanced at the other groups of robbers and thieves who were more than a dozen steps away. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Brothers, we are a big gang after all. Are we so ununited?" ? People bully you to the point of not saying a word? "
The other robbers and thieves looked at each other, but no one said anything, and instead retreated further. They were all farmers originally, but they were born in troubled times, so they could only work in this line of work and barely make a living. This was the first time. I heard that the "big gang" can't create a common hatred and hatred, let alone the need to draw a sword to help. After all, you only have one life.
Chang Wenling, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, saw the chaotic "internal strife" scene of more than a hundred bandits and thieves in front of him. He couldn't help but sneered, "'What a bunch of rabble, vulnerable.' But today I am only looking for these eight people." Your troubles have nothing to do with anyone else."
This sentence gave other bandits and thieves reassurance. Not only did no one come forward despite the constant humiliation and contempt in Changwen Ridge, but they also stepped back.
This cowardly and cowardly performance is in sharp contrast to the previous horrific behavior towards underage children like Zhang Bao, who was vicious and always held a machete to his head to scare them.
The eight isolated bandits realized at this moment that they had no way out. However, as bandits who had experienced hundreds of battles, after three or four years of troubled times in the "golden age" when bandits were everywhere and fighting each other, they still had a strong sense of loyalty in their hearts. What remains is a stubbornness and fierceness. If you can't beat or avoid it, you have to fight for it. It's useless to beg for mercy.
The leader of the eight robbers spat, then jumped off his horse and drew his knife, followed by the other seven.
"………………"
Eight people lined up in a row, eight scimitars that were sharpened extremely fast, shining brightly, and the flawless white blades formed a sharp contrast with their dirty attire.
The eight robbers advanced slowly together, slowly widening their distance, forming an arc that surrounded Changwen Ridge.
"Those who dare to provoke the Kongtong sect will not be spared."
Chang Wenling held the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword still touching the ground.
The eight robbers were approaching step by step. After being unable to retreat, they finally decided to fight to the death.
Zhang Bao had a great liking for a disciple of the Kongtong sect named Chang Wenling, and tried to stand on tiptoe to get a better look. However, the more than a hundred robbers and thieves in front of him kept retreating again and again. In panic, Zhang Bao accidentally fell to the ground.
There was a sound of shouting. I don't know who made it. The weapons clanged two or three times, and then became silent. It didn't sound like the scene was intense at all, but more like a fight between ordinary farmers.
But the robbers and prisoners who were watching screamed in unison.
After Zhang Junbao struggled to stand up, he jumped hard and looked over his head in front of him. He happened to see Chang Wenling raising his long sword. The sword light was flying above the tip of the sword, killing eight bandits who had joined hands.
"…………"
I saw Chang Wenling, who decisively took action first. He was as fast as a ghost. He ducked beside a rushing robber. He held a sword in his right hand and slashed the robber's neck. The blood flowed directly from the neck. It spurted out, and after a while, the strong man collapsed with an expression of disbelief on his face.
The next second, Chang Wenling turned around and moved back with a big stride. The sword was transferred from his right hand to his left hand. He flicked his left hand suddenly, and a three-inch sword light suddenly appeared above the tip of the sword.
The sword slashed out diagonally with a biting cold light, and the sword light directly penetrated the other man who stood behind and raised his scimitar, just about to attack the robber's throat.
The remaining six bandits around had never seen such a formation before. They usually only fought and threatened the timid and weak villagers. At most, they just stabbed people to death by mistake. How could they be like the one in front of them? Disciples of the Kongtong sect are willing to kill people at every turn.
While the remaining bandits were panicking, the sword in Chang Wenling's hand flashed with cold light again. This sword directly cut off the head of the bandit closest to him, and blood spurted out from the headless body.
However, Chang Wenling didn't care at all. The smile on his lips became more and more cruel, and he rushed towards the remaining five bandits.
The leader of the bandits saw that the other four companions had no fighting spirit and did not dare to go over and fight. After snorting coldly, he picked up the machete and rushed towards Chang Wenling without hesitation.
"………………"
Seeing the bandit leader rushing over, Chang Wenling smiled coldly and faced the bandit leader who was coming to kill him. His figure was like a ghost. His body swayed from side to side and he brushed against the bandit leader's machete. As the two of them passed each other, they passed by each other. , dazzling blood spurted out from the abdomen of the bandit leader, and with a bang, the leader of this small group of bandits fell to the ground in despair.
The fear in the hearts of the remaining four people finally reached its peak after seeing their leader being easily killed. All four people chose to escape, and their escape directions were completely different.
One of them even dropped the scimitar in his hand in panic, turned around and ran away. However, before he could take a step forward, a thick and long sword was pierced from his waist, penetrating directly into his internal organs. When he lowered his head, he could see the blood-stained sword tip.
The robber opened his mouth subconsciously, his mouth full of blood, his mind was confused, his body danced wildly, struggling in vain, trying to run forward.
The next second later, Chang Wenling suddenly pulled out his sword, and his lifeless body leaned forward and fell to the ground, turning into a cold corpse.
Immediately afterwards, Chang Wenling waved his sword and took mysterious steps. Above the tip of the sword, cold light splashed everywhere, "bang", "bang", "bang". After three sounds, the last three remaining bandits, One by one, they also died under his sword.
In less than one stick of incense, eight living people turned into eight corpses. Chang Wenling's skill and ruthlessness made the bandits and thieves who originally had other ideas in their minds feel frightened.
"…………"
Zhang Bao, who jumped up and saw this scene, remembered this moment firmly and never forgot it many years later. What impressed him most was not Chang Wenling, who was as invincible as the God of War, but more than a hundred fierce-looking bad guys and strongmen. He is actually afraid of the power of just one person.
Everyone knew that a sudden attack would probably kill him, but all the robbers and thieves, no matter how arrogant they were when robbing people and livestock, were now as frightened as little sheep facing vicious dogs. , low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind: It turns out that it is so easy for one person to deal with many enemies.
There is no need to deal with them all one by one. You only need to defeat a small part of them, and then shock the remaining majority of them. While remaining tough, you need to leave a way out that will not kill anyone. That’s it.
"…………"
Zhang Bao only had time to glance before he was dragged down by a burly bandit in front of him. The bandits closest to him stared at him, as if to warn him not to move.
Chang Wenling wiped the blood on the sword blade with a white handkerchief, turned around and jumped on the horse again, preparing to leave here.
The guy who provoked the Kongtong sect's prestige had already been dealt with by him, and he also warned the others present that it was useless to stay here.
It is better to complete your mission quickly and then return to the sect directly. The world is so chaotic now, and you may be in danger of losing your life if you are not careful.
It's okay to use your own martial arts to deal with bandits and thieves from ordinary people. But if you really encounter ruthless characters like elite disciples of the Demon Sect, lone master thieves, and masters of evil ways, they will probably have their heads taken off easily without being able to hold on to a stick of incense. .
At least, this is especially true for the Jungar Mongolian cavalry!
As for the remaining more than a hundred robbers and thieves, how many bad things have they done? How many people were killed? What about reselling children, women, and captives? What does it have to do with him?
Although he is a disciple of the ten sects of Jianghu Zhengdao, this does not mean that he must take care of everything. Let’s not say whether he can do it or not. Even if he can do it, he will be exhausted slowly.
What's more, he is just an ordinary disciple of the Kongtong Sect. He has no qualifications, no ability, and no desire to do good things at this time.
Seeing that Chang Wenling wanted to leave, Zhang Bao became anxious. He wanted to tell Chang Wenling about his life experience and deep hatred, and he also wanted to worship him as his teacher and seek help from the Kongtong sect, an upright sect in the world.
He didn't expect how difficult it would be, whether Chang Wenling would accept him as a disciple, whether the senior officials of the Kongtong Sect would offend the Zhungeer Mongol Empire for being an orphan for him, etc. He didn't think about any of this. , he believed that the appearance of Changwen Ridge was an arrangement of "God".
But the reality was not as Zhang Junbao imagined. The old and sophisticated bandit leader standing in front of him looked at him in surprise, and seemed to understand something. He punched Zhang Junbao, who was about to speak, and paralyzed him to the ground. .
