Yang Mucheng's strength shocked Zhang Jiyuan.

He is extremely clear about his own strength, and ordinary internal strength is not necessarily his opponent. And this young emperor actually gave himself a sword to retreat, could it be that he had reached the perfection of his internal strength?

Ahh

Just when Zhang Jiyuan was stunned, another scream came from the hall.

Yang Mucheng's cultivation is almost crushing for these people. Coupled with the cooperation of the Cross Fast Sword and the Cloud-Turning Rain Palm, almost no one can stop the body wherever it passes. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bandits in the hall were killed.

In the main hall, there are more than 20 bandit warriors, who were killed by Yang Mucheng three or four people before, and now they have been killed more than ten people, and now there are only six people left.

"Die!"

Yang Mucheng's body was like electricity, like a cheetah shuttling through the main hall quickly, the sword light flashed, and the two thieves were directly split by a sword, and the corpses immediately split and collapsed, and blood was sprinkled all over the ground along with internal organs.

For a while, Yang Mucheng was like a killing god in the world, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"Quick, come up with me and kill him!"

Zhang Jiyuan's hateful teeth itched, his hard work of more than ten years was about to be ruined, how could he endure it, scolded at the moment, grabbed the Guan knife and rushed towards Yang Mucheng again.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Mucheng shouted angrily, and directly blasted out the cloud-shaking rain palm.

Although he is still the perfection of internal strength, he has devoured the qi, blood and essence of many people in the past few days, and he is only one step away from the internal strength grandmaster. The power of this cloud-shaking rain palm was used in his hands, and I don't know how many times it was stronger.

A huge palm flew out and hit Zhang Jiyuan's body directly, sending him vomiting blood and flying out.

"The big boss of the Blood Cloud Village can't be killed for the time being!"

"He has too many secrets on his body, we have to capture him alive and torture him!"

Looking at Zhang Jiyuan, who was vomiting blood, Yang Mucheng then turned around to kill the other bandits. Every time he kills someone, he devours a person's qi, blood and essence, and his strength and cultivation are constantly improving. With every sword that strikes, a human head falls to the ground.

......

Ten miles away.

Ma Ping always paid attention to the outside of the cottage, and when the faint sound of battle came from under the night, he couldn't help but change his complexion.

"It's not good, the saint was discovered by the people of the Blood Cloud Village!"

"The whole army listens to the order, kills the Blood Cloud Village, and leaves no one behind!"

After three hours of rest, the physical strength consumed by the long journey has already returned to its peak state. All the soldiers, waiting for this moment, heard Ma Ping's order, raised the weapons in their hands in unison, and shouted:

"Kill!"

For a time, the killing intent was soaring.

The army of 5,000 people, like a tide, rushed towards the cottage with a golden iron horse-like attitude.

The sound of mighty footsteps resounded in the sky.

......

"It's been three hours. These guys, still stay where they are!" a thief sneered in the Blood Cloud Village.

"I heard that this time it's still the young emperor, and he is the royal driver. I thought it would be so imposing, tsk...... What a laughing stock!"

Knock! Knock!

Before the words fell, the faces of the two thieves who were talking and laughing suddenly changed. The army in the distance was already frantically attacking, and the torches held high were like a fire dragon surging and galloping in the dark night, and they were rushing towards the location of the Blood Cloud Village.

This terrifying gesture made everyone's hearts tremble.

"No, it's not good! The army is coming, go and inform the big boss!"

When a few thieves stumbled into the main hall, they were stunned again. I saw that in the main hall, corpses were everywhere. The backbone members of the Blood Cloud Village were almost slaughtered, and even if their big boss was in the hands of a young man, they could only support themselves.

After the news of the internal attack of the Blood Cloud Village spread, many mountain bandits and bandits became even more uneasy.

Daqian's army was like a rainbow.

The bandits of the Blood Cloud Village are sluggish.

Under the advantages of one and the other, the army will naturally drive straight in. What's more, the number of the army is ten times that of the bandits, and they have learned the basic qi induction technique, although they are not as good as the martial artists, but their strength is much stronger than these bandits.

Wherever the army passed, all obstacles were broken.

Of course.

The situation that Yang Mucheng had expected before also appeared, after all, these were new recruits, who had never seen blood, let alone killed anyone. With such a fierce battle, there is some psychological discomfort. But on the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time to adapt, and the recruits can only endure the discomfort in their hearts and kill one bandit after another.

However, in just half an hour, he completely broke through the cottage and came to the cottage hall.

At this time, all the backbone of the bandits in the hall had been killed, and only Zhang Jiyuan was left to support him. The soldiers who poured in surrounded the main hall.

"If the rebels and thieves don't kneel down, they will be captured!"

The cheers rang out one after another.

Zhang Jiyuan looked at the soldiers around him, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes. "Dog Emperor, you think I'm scared of you. Even if I die, I'll pull you on my back!"

Call!

I saw him roar, take something out of his arms, and quickly throw it forward. That thing was just a stone, but after flying away from Zhang Jiyuan's hand, it rose immediately at the sight of the wind, turning into a huge mountain peak of three or four meters and crushing towards Yang Mucheng fiercely.

"What is this?"

Feeling the amazing power of this thing, Yang Mucheng's face changed.

"Dog Emperor, suffer death! This is my magic weapon Kunqiong Mountain, even if I can't live today, I will drag you to make a cushion. Ha ha...... Lao Tzu is not lonely on the Huangquan Road, and it is really profitable to have an emperor to accompany him!"

Zhang Jiyuan laughed wildly, and the light in his eyes became more and more fierce. His right hand pressed downwind, and suddenly the magic weapon let out a terrifying roar, frantically smashing towards Yang Mucheng!

Magic weapons, like martial arts and weapons, are also divided into five levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, Huang, and spirit, and each level is divided into lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and superb grade!

The rarity of hesitation artifacts is self-evident, so the preciousness is self-evident. This Kunqiong Mountain, although it is a magic weapon of the lower grade of the spirit level, its power is not to be underestimated.

"Magic weapon! It's actually a magic weapon!" Ma Ping's eyes widened and he shouted at the top of his voice.

"What, this guy can actually have a magic weapon......"

"Holy Lord, be careful!"

At this moment, everyone exclaimed.

"Dog Emperor, it's over!"

"Just kill you, and my mission is over!"

Yang Mucheng stood quietly in place, looking at the hysterical Zhang Jiyuan, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. "Just because you want to pull me on your back, I'll make you completely dead today. I'll show you that this magic breaker of yours is not worth mentioning in front of me at all!"

(End of chapter)