He turned around and went back to kill, then rushed through and killed a dozen more people. One came back and took more than twenty lives, which was a ruthless method.

Heaps of bones appeared in front of his eyes, and murderous intent filled his heart. He struck harder and laughed a few times: "These pustules in Qingniu Mountain really disappoint me!"

The Li Feng he plays now has a completely different temperament than before. He is carefree, handsome on the outside, rough on the inside, and can speak straightforwardly and sharply.

"Kill!" The middle-aged man waved his fan at him and shouted: "If we can't kill him, no one will survive today!"

The crowd suddenly went crazy.

This middle-aged man controlled his subordinates very harshly, with clear rewards and punishments. He always kept his words and never lied. He said that he would not survive unless he was killed. This must be the case, and there is absolutely no reason to tolerate him.

If you don't kill this pretty boy, you will die. So why not fight for your life? Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

With this in mind, they rushed forward crazily, ignoring Li Muchan's sword light, risking their lives and rushing forward, even if they were hit by the sword, they would not stop.

The person in front was struck by the sword and died. Before he could fall down, the people behind him pushed him forward as a shield and attacked him in the middle. Even if they couldn't beat Li Muchan, they still had to squeeze him to death.

With this thought in mind, seventy or eighty people formed a circle, narrowed and squeezed it in, and suddenly turned into a ball, wrapping Li Muchan in it.

Among the dense crowd, a silver light kept flashing through and through without stopping. Li Muchan stood in the middle, ignoring the people who were crowding in, and just waved his sword.

The people around him hid behind the corpse, either slashing with knives or stabbing with swords, and they all attacked Li Muchan. There were no exquisite moves, only the purest and simplest slashing and stabbing.

Li Muchan was already squeezed in, and there was no space around him to move or dodge, but he didn't care and allowed the swords around him to attack him as if nothing happened.

The mind method of the Three Yang True Interpretation is extremely strong and yang, which can just activate the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility. His Vajra Indestructibility Magic has already been completed, and it is just one step away from perfecting it. It can be said that it is invulnerable.

The cultivation level of the people around him was not high, and when the sword hit him, it was like scratching an itch with no threat. He didn't bother to pay attention and just killed people.

His swordsmanship was fierce yet agile. His sword light was like a silver dragon that shuttled through the gaps in the crowd, dodging the dead and stabbing those hiding behind.

The tip of his sword stabbed straight into the throat with incomparable accuracy. All the people who died were killed by the sword in the throat, and no one was injured in other parts.

The middle-aged man clutched the folding fan tightly, which was twisted out of shape. He stared at the crowd. He couldn't see Li Muchan, but when he saw the people moving forward crazily and the silver light flickering, he knew that Li Muchan was not dead and was still struggling.

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He turned to look in the direction of the village gate and shouted in a long voice: "Fire the arrow!"

More than twenty heads poked out from the wall. An old man with a smile on his face asked in a loud voice: "Twelve masters, there are brothers below. If you shoot arrows, you will be accidentally injured."

"Hu Ping, stop talking nonsense to me and shoot your arrows!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

"...Yes, the Twelve Masters!" The old man's smile turned bitter, but he did not dare to disobey the order. He turned his head and waved his hand angrily, shouting: "Boys, go over there and say hello, shoot him to death!"

"Boss Hu, if we miss the shot..." someone hesitated.

The old man glared and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense and shoot more accurately!"

Everyone understood what he meant, and they could only look down helplessly, shuddered, and without any mercy, they all picked up their crossbows and took aim.

"Let go!" The old man raised his arm and waved violently.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo..." Amidst the roaring sound, more than twenty crossbow arrows were shot at Li Muchan, all with incomparable accuracy.

Crossbow arrows are easier to aim than bow arrows, and their accuracy is much higher. In this batch, not one of them missed the target, and they were all aimed at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan faced the crossbow but did not dare to be careless. He suddenly took two steps to the left. He was so powerful that the people around him were caught off guard and were led away by him for two steps.

"Ah!...Ah! Ah!..." The screams rang out, and these twenty dozen arrows were shot into the crowd, and one arrow directly penetrated the body.

A dozen people fell down, and there were more than forty people left. Li Muchan kept swinging his sword, and killed two more people amidst the screams.

As he wandered around, he was invincible, and the whining arrows always fell behind him. Not only was his work in vain, but he accidentally injured his own people.

The old man on the wall looked towards the middle-aged man. Under such circumstances, it was useless to shoot arrows. It would only be a disservice and help Li Muchan kill the enemy.

The middle-aged man stared at Li Muchan coldly, as if a poisonous snake was waiting for an opportunity to move and refused to stop its arrows.

The old man on the wall had no choice but to continue shooting arrows. In the blink of an eye, all ten arrows were shot, and the area around Li Muchan was covered with arrows, as if they were grass growing on the ground.

In this moment, with the help of crossbows and Li Muchan's killing spree, everyone around him was killed except for himself.

He pointed his sword at the middle-aged man and laughed: "Are you Song Buxu?"

He has already learned about the twelve major bandits of Qingniu Mountain. They are all extremely vicious and should be killed by a thousand swords. However, because of their high martial arts skills, they are linked together and no one can control them.

"Who are you and why do you come to Qingniu Mountain to provoke me?" Song Buxu said coldly.

Li Muchan sneered: "My lord, Li Feng, your grandpa Li is going to do justice for heaven today, kill you evil dogs, and bring peace to the world!"

"Medicating your own business is just seeking death!" Song Buxu sneered gloomily.

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Li Muchan shook his long sword and laughed loudly: "To do justice for heaven, even if you die, it is worth dying. You guys who are worse than animals, living is really a great irony for us in the martial arts!"

Song Buxu smiled coldly and shouted in a deep voice: "Cum for me!"

"Shoot!" came a hissing cry from above, with a trembling sound, "Woooo..." Amidst the sound, a rain of arrows enveloped him like a net.

Li Muchan swept lightly and came to Song Buxu, just in time to avoid the rain of arrows. He had the Eye of the Void and could clearly see the timing of the crossbowman above firing the arrow.

Moreover, he had the Qing Gong of Transformation and Positioning, so ordinary archers could not hurt him at all. The old man felt timid, and his voice could not resist the trembling.

Song Buxu stabbed his heart with the fan. When it came to his heart, the folding fan unfolded with a "swish" and blocked his eyes. Several rays of cold light shot from the edge of the fan to his eyes.

Song Buxu's movements were extremely fast, and in the flash of lightning and flint, a cold light reached Li Muchan's eyes.

Li Muchan suddenly lowered himself and swung his sword horizontally, and the sword blade passed across Song Buxu's body with a crisp "ding" sound, but it failed to cut him into two pieces.

Song Buxu staggered back, and his outer shirt split open, revealing the black vest underneath. There was a white mark on the vest, which was caused by Li Muchan's sharpening just now.

Li Muchan frowned and snorted, then dodged and pierced Song Buxu's chest with the tip of his sword.

This time, his armor was useless and the tip of the sword penetrated from his back. He stared at Li Muchan in shock and disbelief.

Li Muchan drew his sword and took a step back, avoiding the bloody arrows, and sneered: "Killing you like this is really an advantage for you. According to your crime, cutting into pieces with a thousand cuts is not enough to satisfy your hatred!"

Song Buxu covered the wound with force, trying to stop the bleeding, and glared at him with difficulty: "You...who are you?"

Li Muchan said calmly: "The person who sent you Qingniu Mountain bandits on their way!"

Song Buxu suddenly chuckled: "You...you...!"

His smile faded and he slowly fell down. In the end, he couldn't finish his words, but his smile was so weird that Li Muchan frowned.

He swung his sword to deflect the whining arrows, stepped in front of the door, punched out with his fist, and there was a dull "bang" sound, and the heavy door shook.

He looked at the door. He thought that the punch could penetrate it, but he didn't expect that it only made a crack and failed to penetrate. The material of the door was unexpectedly hard and strong.

He struck out with his sword, and it made a clanking sound, as if it were made of iron and stone.

He put away his sword, concentrated his energy in his fist, and slowly punched it out. With a "bang", his fist penetrated the door. Then he put his fist back and pressed harder. With a muffled "bang", another hole was made.

He punched a few times in this way, making a big hole in the door, and then got in. Someone was shooting arrows inside. He waved his sword to form a light shield and stepped in.

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As soon as I stepped into the gate, the open space sloping upward was filled with people. Looking around, there were about two to three hundred people. They all held knives and swords and glared at Li Muchan fiercely without blinking.

They didn't move much. They just stood together and stared at him. They were so quiet that it was suffocating, as if the air around them was frozen.

The arrows on the wall had stopped, and the surrounding wind seemed to have stopped as well.

"Ding..." The sound of the sword kept ringing, breaking the dead silence around him. Li Muchan flicked his sword, smiled, and said loudly: "Come on! Just die!"

"Kill him and avenge the Twelve Masters!" A loud shout came from the crowd.

"Kill——!" Everyone raised their swords and rushed down. There were only more than two hundred people, but they were like a flood, accompanied by rolling evil spirits.

Li Muchan laughed loudly and swung his sword to meet him. Suddenly the sword light flashed, and the original silence no longer existed. Screams, curses, and gunshots were mixed together, creating a chaotic mess.

Li Muchan's heart was like ice and snow, his sword light was like lightning, and he swung it freely among the crowd.

Sanyang Zhenjie's swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, and his majesty is unparalleled. In addition, he has a hint of the sword intention of the Sky Breaking Sword, which makes him even more domineering. When the sword comes out, it will kill people. Even though there are more than two hundred people, he can kill without a trace.

Soft-handed.

As they fell down one by one, rivers of blood flowed on the ground, and the strong fishy smell made them sick. Except for some whose eyes were red with blood, others covered their mouths and vomited before running away.

Li Muchan ignored those who escaped and only killed those who resisted. He killed them one by one and then floated into the house. He searched the houses in rows and one by one, killing anyone he met.

There was not a single woman or old man in Qingniu Mountain. They were all strong young men, who looked like an army. Li Muchan was puzzled, but he did not delay his killing.

It took him half an hour to kill all the young men in Qingniu Mountain. The entire Qingniu Mountain became silent, as if it were a dead place, and the birds also stayed away from each other.

Li Muchan looked down with his eyes in the void and saw that there were no more fish slipping through the net. He then left Qingniu Village and reached the top of the mountain behind Qingniu Village. He sat cross-legged on a huge stone, placed the Fierce Sun Sword horizontally on his knees, and meditated into meditation.

Of the twelve major bandits in Qingniu Mountain, he only killed Song Buxu, who belonged to the twelfth master. He did not see or kill any of the other eleven masters, so he would not stop.

The key to the evil in Qingniu Mountain is the Twelve Bandits. Everything was their idea and they have caused too many evils. They should have died long ago. Unfortunately, no one has been able to succeed.

He was really dissatisfied with the fact that only one bandit had been eliminated this time, so he wanted to wait for the other eleven people to come back and eliminate them all to do justice to God.

He has fully devoted himself to the role of Li Feng, and his psychology has also changed. He must be happy in life, and he can't be happier than he is in ruling the world and uprooting injustices in the world.

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The next morning, as the morning light dewed, he was reflected sitting cross-legged on the boulder.

He sat motionless, with hot air flowing around his body. After the biting cold wind blew on him, it turned into warm wind when it passed by.

The Three Yang True Interpretation Mind Method is so yang that it is so strong that when it is circulating, even if it is sitting on the ice and snow, it will not feel cold. He sat all night last night, and now his whole body is warm and comfortable, without any discomfort.
To be continued...