In addition to this scene, there are still many women who have been violated in the main hall.

"What a chaste girl, before I went in, I actually bit my tongue and committed suicide......!

"Nonsense, you are a martial artist in the late stage of internal strength, who can resist your tossing like this, what woman in your hands will definitely not be able to play overnight!"

In the main hall, the laughter and anger of the bandits continued to resound.

Among them, the crying of the girls is particularly tragic and clear.

"There's also a woman!"

At this time, a bandit's eyes turned and his eyes stayed on a young girl in green clothes in the corner of the main hall. With a lewd face, he said: "This girl is really the best, Lao Tzu has grown so big, I have never seen such a righteous woman!"

The woman in Tsing Yi is about fourteen or fifteen years old, slightly younger than Xiao Rong, and her appearance is particularly outstanding. Although she is dressed plainly, she still can't hide her temperament that stands out from the crowd.

"Zhao Laosan, this is the woman named by the owner of the village, do you dare to touch her?"

One of the bandits shouted.

A trace of jealousy flashed in the man's eyes, obviously very afraid of Zhang Jiyuan, and he reluctantly restrained his thoughts.

Pedal Pedal Ped

At this moment, the girl in Tsing Yi took advantage of the unpreparedness of many thieves and quickly fled towards the outside of the cottage.

"Don't let her escape......"

Everyone in the hall immediately reacted, and hurriedly chased after them with a scolding curse. And at this time, they finally discovered Yang Mucheng.

"I won't hurt you when I get to me!"

Yang Mucheng said to the woman in Tsing Yi.

At this time, there was a chill in his eyes, he only knew that the Blood Cloud Village had done a lot of evil, but he didn't expect to do such a reckless thing. He still regretted killing Li Tiequan before, after all, the other party was a minister in the army, but now Yang Mucheng felt that he had killed the right one, and he had killed it right!

Li Tiequan has let Xueyunzhai go for so long, he doesn't know how many people and how many innocent women have been killed in Xueyunzhai! Yang Mucheng even felt that he slapped him to death, but he was cheap!

"When I go back, I will destroy all of Li Tiequan's henchmen!"

Yang Mucheng said secretly.

"Who are you, you dare to break into our Blood Cloud Village? Hand over that woman, hurry up!"

Zhang Jiyuan's eyes were cold, and he looked at Yang Mucheng.

"I am Yang Mucheng! Today, I am the one who came to kill you. Today, I am bound to set foot in your Blood Cloud Village!" Yang Mucheng's eyes were cold, and his body exuded a strong murderous intent.

"I, the Son of Heaven, are you the young emperor? Haha, it's a good time. Just now, Lao Tzu was still talking about you, ready to arrest you, and coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes. I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself!" Zhang Jiyuan saw that Yang Mucheng was alone, and sneered disdainfully, and with a wave of his right hand, he signaled his subordinates to directly surround Yang Mucheng.

Zhang Jiyuan's cultivation has reached the peak of internal strength, and he is stationed here with a group of warriors to dominate one side. Moreover, this is their territory, so they will naturally not be afraid of Yang Mucheng, who is only one person.

However, having said that, Zhang Jiyuan did not relax his vigilance, after all, this kid was able to break into the Blood Cloud Village silently, and even he couldn't notice it, and obviously his strength should not be underestimated.

"Do you have the qualifications to arrest me?"

A bloodthirsty sneer rose at the corner of Yang Mucheng's mouth. He had never wanted to kill like he did today!

"Zhao Laosan, you go and try the power of this little emperor. ”

Zhang Jiyuan did not make a rash move, but shouted at one of his subordinates.

"Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the burly thief named Zhao Laosan rushed towards Yang Mucheng with a loud roar. The snow-bright steel knife swayed an extreme light, like lightning, slashing at Yang Mucheng.

"Childe, be careful!"

The girl in Tsing Yi shouted loudly.

Zhang Jiyuan secretly sneered, in his opinion, under this blow, Yang Mucheng would definitely die.

Although Zhao Laosan cultivated for only the late stage of internal strength, he was a good hand at killing, and his sword skills were sharp, even if he was an ordinary martial artist with peak internal strength, he had to retreat and dare not fight. Regardless of whether Yang Mucheng is the emperor or not, if he dares to break into the Blood Cloud Village, there is only one way to die!

"Look for death!"

Facing Zhao Laosan's attack, Yang Mucheng snorted coldly.

Rise!

He tiptoed a little and took a step back. Immediately, this sharp sword light was easily flashed by him.

"What?"

Zhao Laosan's eyes closed.

Boom!

Brilliant sword light flashed out, and the sword qi was horizontal in all directions.

Zhao Laosan was shocked like never before, and quickly drew his knife to block. With a 'ding' sound, the silver snake sword slammed through the blade in an instant, and the sharp blade stabbed into his throat. With a wisp of blood splashing, Zhao Laosan didn't even have time to scream, and he died tragically in an instant.

Kill with a sword!

"How is that possible?"

The bandits in the main hall suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

They couldn't understand how could this young emperor have this kind of strength? Even a martial artist in the late stage of internal strength couldn't resist a single move in his hands!

"Kill, let's go together, I don't believe it, this kid is alone, can he still go against the sky?"

Zhang Jiyuan's face was pale, he roared, and rushed over first.

I saw that Zhang Jiyuan was holding a one-person-high Guan knife, and when he rushed to Yang Mucheng's ten steps forward, he slashed down with a knife. This Guan knife is less than 300 catties, and it is difficult for ordinary people to pick it up, but it is very easy in his hands. Coupled with Zhang Jiyuan's cultivation at the peak of his internal strength, with one sword, even the rock will be split in half!

Call!

Just when Zhang Jiyuan rushed over, Yang Mucheng had already let go of his internal strength, and a hurricane sent the girl in Tsing Yi behind him to a distance of several zhang to prevent her from being accidentally injured by Zhang Jiyuan. At the same time, he did not dodge or dodge, stepped forward and slashed away with a sword.

With this sword, Yang Mucheng has used his internal strength to the extreme.

Clang!

The blade and blade slammed together, making a deafening loud sound.

Zhang Jiyuan was shocked, and swept seven or eight steps backwards, feeling his numb hands, he looked at Yang Mucheng with a shocked face.

This blow actually fell into the disadvantage!

"Huh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes. Zhang Jiyuan obviously only has the peak of internal strength, but he can withstand his own blow. And his internal strength is quite pure and condensed, unlike other bandits who are halfway monks!

Moreover, the Guan knife used in his hand is a low-grade weapon of the spirit level!

"Who are you?" I'll just say, how could a martial artist at the peak of his inner strength be willing to fall into the grass and become a Kou......" Yang Mucheng scolded in a cold voice.

"How can you be so strong!"

Zhang Jiyuan's heart was like turning over the river and the sea, he didn't expect that he was beaten back by the other party's sword, and in one move, he had already seen the flaws between his identities.

Clenching the knife, Zhang Jiyuan shouted angrily: "A dead man, you don't need to know so much, kill him for me!"

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