Getting the news from the old man's mouth, Yan Xiaomo couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that the Wings of Salvation are really in the place of Dongdu, but their whereabouts are unknown, and it will take some time to find them.

"Thank you, uncle."

Yan Xiaomo sincerely thanked the old man, turned around, his eyes were very blank, and his future was uncertain.

Wings of Salvation, where are you?

here are you no!

"Grandpa, it's not good, it's not good, those robbers, robbers are coming to the village again."

Suddenly, a little boy hurriedly came out of the bud rice field, his eyes were full of panic and panic, tears were sparse, and it was very distressing to look at.

"What, the robbers are here again?"

The old man was startled, his face changed, he quickly got up from the stool, and hurriedly walked around the bud rice field towards the village.

As people get older, they become slower.

Yan Xiaomo, Li Bai, and King Lanling all kept up with the old man's pace.

They can't leave it alone when they encounter this kind of thing.

In this blue sky, there are even robbers attacking the village, it seems that the security of this Dongdu is really bad.

When Yan Xiaomo and the others arrived, they saw more than a dozen robbers surrounding a man, but the man was facing away from Yan Xiaomo, so they could only see one back.

There were still many casualties in the village, and Yan Xiaomo saw the corpses lying on the ground from a distance, and there were several corpses with children crying next to them.

Looking at such a picture, Yan Xiaomo's nose couldn't help but feel sour.

Those children are so young and have no relatives, it's so pitiful.

And maybe it's cruel to watch your loved ones being killed in front of you.

Yan Xiaomo's hatred for those robbers came out of her heart.

"Those robbers, it's just disgusting."

Yan Xiaomo almost gritted her teeth, she absolutely couldn't let go of these evil robbers.

"Nosy guy, give it to me, kill him and get a reward."

The leader of the robbers surrounded the nosy man in the middle line, and he did not believe that this man had much ability to deal with the twenty or so of them.

"Those who want to challenge will line up and come one by one!"

The man's deep voice sounded, and I held the katana tightly in my hand, and the raised green tendons on the back of my hand looked particularly fierce.

"I'm sorry, we're not samurai, we won't come one by one, let's go together."

After the bandit leader finished speaking, he led people to attack Miyamoto Musashi.

In just a few minutes, those people were all defeated by Miyamoto Musashi, and they lay on the ground one by one and couldn't get up.

Yan Xiaomo looked at Miyamoto Musashi with adoring eyes, worthy of Miyamoto Musashi, it was really as powerful as in the game.

"There is nothing more lonely in the world than invincibility."

Miyamoto Musashi said lightly, carefully wiping his katana with a white cloth.

"Don't get complacent."

The bandit leader said viciously, slowly got up from the ground, and spat out the blood in his mouth.

Yan Xiaomo originally planned to go over to help, but seeing that Miyamoto Musashi dealt with those robbers so easily, he could only watch from the sidelines, once he found that Miyamoto Musashi couldn't deal with it, Yan Xiaomo also had three people here, and the three of them were more than enough to deal with these two dozen people.

I saw the robber leader take out a small black jar from his arms, and then fell heavily to the ground.