One of the bandits spat, "Bah, don't talk nonsense to him. Are there so many of us afraid of him?"
"I say it again, let her go."
A bandit seemed to have heard some big joke: "Haha, you look so thin and weak, do you want to replace her?"
"Let it go?" Mo Yang said, his eyes already stained with bloodlust.
A bandit put a big knife on his shoulder and said in a rough voice: "Haha, not only will I not let you go, I will also capture you..."
"Then, let's all die." Mo Yang's voice was very soft, but loud and even tinged with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger in his hand had already cut the throat of the bandit who spoke.
The bandit fell backwards in a daze, blood splattered on the ground. He didn't know how the other party came in front of him. He only saw a cold light flashing past, and felt a chill on his neck, and then he lost consciousness.
The bandits were obviously frightened by Mo Yang's aura. None of them knew when Mo Yang took action.
"You, you, everyone come together!" a bandit said angrily
Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and swords and swords were like ghostly black shadows shuttled among the people, leaving an enchanting red color wherever they passed. The black robe was not stained with blood. Mo Yang felt an inexplicable force shouting in his body,
Burning pain under the corner of the eye...
The bandits have already felt deep fear, the fear of death. It seems that death is just a matter of an instant. Some people want to escape, but Mo Yang has no intention of letting anyone go. The faster they escape, the closer death is.
After a long period of killing, everything became peaceful again, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind...
The woman was so frightened by this scene that her face turned pale, her legs were shaking, and she looked blankly at the corpses on the ground, "No, no, don't kill me..."
At this moment, Mo Yang noticed the disfigured woman and said coldly: "You go."
As if she had been granted amnesty, the woman struggled to move her legs and stumbled away.
The mountains are filled with the smell of blood and a deathly silence
Mo Yang stood quietly, looking confused, and the dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood.
There were corpses all over the ground, and the blood on the ground seeped into the soil, and soon turned black and red.
Mo Yang looked at this scene in disbelief. What on earth did she do? Her head started to hurt violently. Now she just wanted to escape from here. She stepped back involuntarily, and rolled down the hillside when her kick missed. She lost everything as soon as her vision went dark.