When the southern Xinjiang wizards saw that Gu Xun was completely ignoring their existence, they immediately greeted them all unceremoniously, with roaring flame dragons, surging wind-breaking water, barbs all over, and vines stronger than gold and stone...
Cang!
A crisp sound of gold and stone resounded throughout the world, and the dazzling golden light dispersed the billowing smoke caused by the burning villages behind. The majestic and powerful energy blew away all the Baiyue witchcraft.
The golden light blinded everyone's eyes, making them temporarily blind, and the roaring bells deafened everyone's ears, making them temporarily deaf.
The inability to see and hear caused everyone to stop their movements. In the gradually fading light, only one figure continued to move.
Catch a wolf tribesman, seize the weapon, throw the person to the ground, and throw the weapon to the person...
When the rest of the people gradually recovered their hearing and vision, the skull of the last wolf tribe member was smashed by Gu Xun with his own sledgehammer. The blood mixed with the brains and scattered on the land again.
Gu Xun's white clothes and robe are still as new and spotless.
Nice idea!
This thought has passed through everyone's mind.
Lu Buwei's search for people this time was also clever. They were either foreigners from southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang who didn't know anything about the Central Plains world and knew nothing about Gu Xun, a newly rising master, or they were loners or people from small organizations.
A killer who cares about money rather than his life, he only knows how to gain wealth through danger, but he doesn't know that the strength of the so-called peerless master cannot be solved by a few more people.
The only people who know the situation are probably the farmers, but unfortunately they have not shown up yet.
Bang!
Gu Xun put down the hammer in his hand and turned his indifferent eyes to the killers who were closer to him.
The arrow is on the string and must be fired!
The target doesn't look like he will let go of his own people. The remaining wizards in southern Xinjiang and killers from all over the country dare not give up and can only continue.
Gu Xun stepped on the ground and rushed to an assassin. His eyes remained fixed. Without waiting for the shock to appear in the other person's eyes, he waved his hand and snatched the stainless steel sword from his hand.
Then there was a flash of cold light, and the killer felt a slight breeze blowing on his neck, his heart felt cold, and he died immediately.
When the other killers saw this, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Several of them saw that something was wrong and wanted to run away. Unfortunately, the faster they ran, the faster they died. The cold sword light kept flashing in this small world, and every time
The flash of sword light represents the death of a killer.
Gu Xun didn't use a single bit of sword energy, he just used the sharp edge to kill people.
During this period, the wizards in southern Xinjiang did not give up and continued to use all kinds of witchcraft in an attempt to interfere.
The golden light of the bell did not appear again, but Gu Xun waved his sword casually, showing no signs of magic, but easily defeated their witchcraft.
Seeing that Gu Xun was invincible and unable to do anything, the wizards in southern Xinjiang also collapsed and began to try to escape.
As for the fate, naturally it was the same as those of the escaped killers, who were killed on the spot, but the way of death was different. The fire wizard who practiced fire wizardry died of being swallowed by the flames, the water wizard who practiced water wizardry died of the torrent piercing the heart, and the other wizards of all departments died.
They all died under the witchcraft they practiced.
This was not a battle from beginning to end, but a unilateral massacre, just like the killing of villagers before.
Mo Ya and others watched quietly from the side, watching the menacing wolves turn into corpses with their brains exploded one by one, watching the gloomy and confident wizards die one by one from the witchcraft they practiced, and watching the murderous killers one by one.
One's throat was sealed with a sword.
After a while, all the enemies were dead, and the open space was no longer empty. It was covered with blood and corpses... and their weapons.
Gu Xun threw away the sword in his hand, dusted off the non-existent dust on his robe, and let out a sigh of relief.
Until now, his mood is barely better.
Gu Xun hates the gangsters who kill innocent people indiscriminately. This is the common bottom line of the Seven Heroes. Anyone who violates the ban must die!
And Gu Xun also has a special hobby, or rule, that is, he will choose to kill this kind of people in the same way that the other party kills them.
There is only one exception, Black Heart Tiger is not so dead.
On the one hand, Gu Xun was not strong enough to crush the opponent at that time, and on the other hand, the way the black-hearted tiger killed ordinary people (animals) was not by using martial arts, but by drinking blood. This... Gu Xun was really not good at this, no.
Let's try the same method and reproduce it exactly as it is.
Mo Ya saw that Gu Xun's face was not as gloomy as before, and guessed that his master's mood was probably much brighter, so he bravely stepped forward and saluted:
"Sir, according to the intelligence, the killer, the southern Xinjiang wizard, and the northern wolf clan are all here. Only the farmers are not here. Has the other side divided their forces?"
"Some of the cannon fodder stayed to attract your attention, sir, while the main force of the farmers went to Yongcheng secretly."
Although this was a crushing game, Mo Ya still had to admit that the southern Xinjiang wizards and those killers were both pretty good. As for the wolves... they died too quickly, so I won’t talk about them.
However, although their strength is good, compared with the possible power of the farmers, they are definitely on the weaker side.
At present, there is no trace of the farmer, which makes Mo Ya suspicious of the other party's movements.
Gu Xun raised a hand and shook his index and middle fingers casually, denying Mo Ya's guess.
"They didn't go to Yongdi."
"Huh?" Mo Ya looked at his master in confusion.
"They are right here." Gu Xun said softly with a smile.
"Everyone, do you want to continue hiding?"
The low-pitched voice penetrated the air clearly, and the volume spread to all directions without losing any volume.
Several whistling sounds pierced the air one after another, and six figures landed not far in front of Gu Xun.
Six people, all male, not too young, the youngest is estimated to be in his forties, with different body shapes, all wearing plain gray robes made of ordinary coarse linen, holding different weapons, heavy
An iron sword, a wooden ruler, a sickle-shaped sword, an ancient harp, and two bare hands.
And around their waists, necks, or shoulders and arms, each of them has a seven-star pearl grass that only the masters of the Sixth Hall of the Farm Family are qualified to wear.
In other words, the six masters of the farmhouse are gathered here.
Gu Xuntan smiled and said, "It's really strange. You farmers are more greedy for money than me. All six hall masters came because of Lu Buwei's bounty?"
Mo Ya took a few steps back and stood side by side with Bai Feng Yingge, his eyes full of solemnity and shock.
He really didn't expect that when his master said that "there will be farm hall masters coming", it turned out to be six halls gathered together!
He was also a little worried at this time. Although he had seen Gu Xun's shocking sword from the sky that cut through the world, he was still a little worried. After all, the reputation of the Sixth Hall Master of the Nong Family had been resounding in the world for more than ten years.<
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The most important thing is that everyone who knows the peasant family knows that once there are too many peasant disciples, it is not simply one plus one equals two.
