Seeing the cold sword in the opponent's hand, he couldn't help but take a step back. Because his flying sword penetrated deeply into the wooden house across the street, with his sword control ability, he couldn't call back the flying sword at all. At this time, he could only stare.
Look at each other.
The four of them were a little frightened at first, but after they figured out that the perpetrator was only Han Feng, and his cultivation was negligible, their faces showed a look of relaxation. The leading man glared angrily, and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?
, why ambushed us." After the battle between Sitian Pavilion and Tianqiong Sect two years ago, ordinary Sitian Pavilion monks were extra careful when walking outside, especially such low-level monks.
Han Feng was extremely frightened in his heart, but his face did not show it at all. He said calmly: "Today, I am here to take your lives. If you have the sense, let go of the woman and leave quickly, otherwise you will end up like that monk." As he said,
He pointed to the body on the ground.
The four of them exchanged glances, then looked around, but could not see any movement. The leader suddenly drew his sword, and with a flash of green light, it went straight to Han Feng's neck. Han Feng had no experience in fighting with people, and did not know how to practice.
When two people are fighting, the advantage of striking first is huge, and it can often have a subversive effect.
An idea flashed in his mind, and he mentally raised the black Changge. The green flying sword struck the Changge fiercely, sparks flying. Han Feng hurriedly took a few steps back, not thinking about the Changge.
The flying sword followed him like a shadow, never leaving three feet from his neck. Three attacks were blocked by his Chang Ge. Although it was only three times, Han Feng's arms were already sore and numb from fatigue. The black Chang Ge was too heavy and he could not control it.
of.
When the man saw Han Feng's decline, he was unwilling to let him go. Green flying swords appeared around Han Feng like a ghost, and he stabbed him with the sword from time to time. Seeing that Han Feng was about to die.
When Han Feng was in a panic, the opponent's fierce offensive suddenly slowed down a bit, and a trace of brown blood flowed from the corner of the person controlling the flying sword. Han Feng did not notice this, and thought that the opponent's spiritual energy was exhausted. Again
After two breaths, the man made a plop and fell to the ground.
This shocked everyone present. Seeing something strange, the remaining three monks did not bother to fight Han Feng again. They hurriedly took out their flying magic weapons and flew tremblingly towards the entrance of the village.
I decided in my heart that there must be masters lurking around.
Unexpectedly, the three of them did not fly more than two feet, so they shouted loudly and fell into the dust. Their bodies twitched twice on the ground and died. Han Feng looked around carefully and found no one taking action. Except for those present,
He was left with an old beggar at the corner of the street and a stunned girl opposite.
No trace of the person who helped him was found, and Han Feng did not continue to struggle. He thought to himself that the person who took action must not be able to see how the other party was bullying others, but it was inconvenient to show up and hide his body.
.
He came to the woman in two steps, cupped his fists and said, "Is the girl okay?"
Gu Ping suddenly raised her head, with tears streaming down her face, her eyebrows furrowed and she yelled: "Why didn't you come earlier? My father will never come back."
Han Feng's heart was as sharp as a knife. Although the woman's question seemed unreasonable and the savior should not be questioned like this, but if he had taken action earlier, the old man might not have died. He muttered: "The distance is too far, there is no time to rush over.
Yes, you..."
Gu Ping's face was full of sorrow, and she turned her head and stopped looking at him. The two stood blankly for a while, and the woman suddenly turned around and walked toward the entrance of the village, walking long and fast. Han Feng shouted to her: "Girl, where are you going?
Go, there are wilderness areas all around, and it’s so late in the day..."
The woman turned her head and said bitterly: "I want to kill all these beasts and avenge my father. I, Gu Ping, owe you a favor today, and he will pay you back later." After that, she disappeared without looking back.
In the night.
Calm returned to the street again. Facing the six corpses, Han Feng felt a little sad in his heart. The six lives that were alive and kicking just now passed away as soon as they were said to have passed away. From fresh to cold, in the blink of an eye, he finally understood.
Life is cruel.
Han Feng took back his flying sword, took out the spiritual stones and sundries from the storage bags on the five people, and stuffed them into the storage bag on his waist. When he picked up the flying sword that had just attacked him
, was surprised to find that there were many jagged marks left on the sword blade. After touching his hair, Han Feng secretly said, "My dear, this black Chang Ge is really a treasure. It actually allowed such a sharp flying sword to curl its edge."
After handling the scene, Han Feng turned around and looked at the old man at the street corner. After thinking for a moment, he came to the old man and said politely: "Old man, a life has been lost here. I think you can't stay here any longer.
Come with me out of the village."
The old man raised his eyes and glanced at him and said, "Aren't you afraid that my bad luck will find you?"
Han Feng said with a smile: "The old man is really good at telling jokes. I have been talking to you for a long time just now, and I haven't seen any bad luck. On the contrary, in the most critical moment, you took advantage of others and turned the corner. The only bad luck you have is Si Tian."
Only the monks in the pavilion will be infected. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, the accomplices of these monks should be here soon."
As he was talking, the door of a house on the street suddenly opened, and a skinny middle-aged man came out. A pair of fearful eyes on his numb face looked at everything in front of him. He opened his mouth and said: "You are
Who are they? They actually killed the monks from Sitian Pavilion. Oh my god, if they kill them, then everyone in the town will be buried with them. You can’t leave, you have to pay for their lives."
Hearing what the other party said, Han Feng felt angry and annoyed. These people had suffered so much injustice, but they didn't have any resentment at all. Seeing that the person who usually rode on top of him to dominate was killed, he was not excited at all.
No, what's wrong with these people?
Xue Li looked at each other with a blank look on his face. At this time, more and more people gathered on the street. There was a look of fear on people's faces. The round of chatter turned into a loud verbal attack. The fearful
His expression gradually turned into anger and hatred, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time broke out in an instant, and the crowd gradually surrounded Han Feng.
Han Feng squinted at the old beggar on the street corner and saw several angry townspeople approaching the old man. He hurried to the old man's side, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's armpit, and walked lightly to the southwest corner where there were few people.
He ran towards the place where he was. Faced with several townspeople who were besieging him, Han Feng bumped him with his shoulder. As soon as his shoulder touched the chests of several people, he heard the sound of cracking bones.
The three townspeople who were hit screamed and collapsed to the ground. Han Feng didn't expect such a huge impact from the collision, and immediately stopped. The three people who were knocked to the ground rolled in pain and kept mumbling.
Vomiting blood foam, it was obvious that the internal organs were injured just now.
The people suddenly became quiet, and no one gathered around anymore. They stood there for a while, and suddenly someone in the crowd began to cry. The thin sobs gradually turned into a torrent, and a sad atmosphere swept through the streets and alleys of Yangping Town.
Seeing everything in front of him, Han Feng suddenly felt infinite sorrow in his heart, and he no longer hated these poor people. Their humanity had been suppressed by terror for too long, and it was difficult for them to express their emotions like normal people.
At this time, a forty-year-old middle-aged man walked out of the crowd. He had dark skin and his eyes were much smarter than those of the surrounding townspeople. He came to Han Feng, bowed and saluted: "No matter who you are,
, we all should thank you, I am really sorry for what happened just now. Now you can go, leave this painful place, and leave us a group of numb people."
Han Feng's heart sank. For a moment, he seemed to understand the pain in the other party's heart. After a moment of silence, he said resolutely: "Do you know where their accomplices are? I think this matter should be settled. If your
If your heart is not yet dead, tell me where the remaining Sitian Pavilion monks are."
The middle-aged man opened and closed his lips, with a look of pain on his face. He said: "There are three monks who live next to the mine in the east of the town. You...you should be more careful. I'm afraid we can't help.
What are you busy with?"
Han Feng smiled and said: "The monks' matters must be settled among the monks. I accidentally injured a few townspeople just now. I hope you can help take care of them." After that, he joined the old man and went straight to Yangping Town.
Go east.
A young junior next to the middle-aged man said tremblingly: "Mayor, are you just going to let them go like this? If they run away, I'm afraid everyone here will be dragged away to be buried with them, hey..."
"If we are to be dragged to be buried together, then it is our fate. Those monks regard us as stupid dogs and beat and scold us at will. How many townspeople have been tortured to death by them. If today is the day of my death, even if
Even if I go to hell, I will curse those beasts. How could they block the way of that young man? There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart. There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart." The middle-aged man led three or five people to the three people lying on the ground.
They stopped the bleeding and didn't mention applying medicine.