Master Cheng roared repeatedly, his hair was disheveled, and he looked as ferocious as a ghost. The real energy that had evolved innately in the four realms was swayed out as if for free, and he frantically fought with the coir raincoat swordsman.
The coir raincoat swordsman was only innate in the third realm, but his swordsmanship was as vast as the waves and the turbulent wind and clouds, and he was able to hold him back steadily, and even gained a slight upper hand.
Looking at the other two innates in Chengjiazhuang, they were suppressed and beaten by the other three men in black. The situation was precarious, and they were swaying like a small boat in the waves and could capsize at any time.
People in the manor were in panic, women and children were crying and heartbreaking, but no one dared to take action. This was a battle between the innate and powerful, and it was not an ordinary innate. Any artistic conception warrior who intervened would be torn apart by the aftermath.
No one noticed that the battle between the two sides got louder and farther away, until no one could see the other clearly through a forest.
"Who are you, and what grudge do I have against you?"
The owner of the village, Cheng, attacked like he was desperate, only attacking but not defending with every move. He was used to the days when the blade of the knife licked blood, and he had long since realized that if he didn't fight for his life tonight, his wife, children, and children in the village would have no chance of survival.
But he still refused to give up and didn't want to die in peace!
It is a pity that the man in coir raincoat is like a dull gourd. Except for the beginning, he has not said a word until the fight. As Master Cheng is distracted, the situation becomes more and more precarious.
Buzz!
At this moment, a majestic and terrifying coercion descended from the sky, instantly covering Master Cheng's whole body. It actually suppressed his physical body, Qi, and consciousness, and he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
"This is……"
Master Cheng's eyes were horrified, and a pale golden figure dozens of feet tall was reflected in his pupils. He raised the furnace cover high and lowered it, letting him struggle desperately without any chance of getting away.
"Be honest, or we will destroy you!"
The swordsman in coir raincoat took the opportunity to step forward and put his sword on his neck. His voice was three points colder than the sword's edge.
"Whatever your Majesty wants, I am willing to give my life and fortune to it!"
Zhuangzhu Cheng knelt down slumped, his face instantly aged several dozen years, and he looked pleadingly at a thin figure walking out slowly.
The veteran swordsman who has been in Hezhou for decades has been a hero for most of his life. When he was about to die, he did not beg for mercy, but wanted to find a way for his wife, children, and children to survive.
When he saw that figure's young, even slightly immature, but resolute face, his eyes widened. He never expected that the person who suppressed him with one move would be so young.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the other party was definitely not good-looking, but really young, even a teenager!
"Sign the blood-written spiritual contract. From today on, you will be a star under my command. You can protect your relatives from worries. I will bear all the grudges. If you can survive, I will guarantee you a share of the status of master!"
Wu Ming slowly unfolded the blood-colored scroll, and the evil blood light emitted in the dark night. Although his tone was loud, his cold and faint voice was unquestionable.
"I am willing to sign!"
Master Cheng happily signed the blood-written spiritual contract, and from then on he could not help himself and his soul was controlled.
Even though he has lived for so many years, he still has some sharp eyesight. If he doesn't sign, he will die, his children will die, and no one will even visit the grave to pay homage!
"Let's go!"
Wu Ming put away the blood book and the spiritual contract, and disappeared into the darkness in a flash.
The swordsman in coir raincoat, Chen Fengyu, followed closely. Master Cheng, now known as Di Mangxing, glanced at the direction of the manor reluctantly, then gritted his teeth and followed.
Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, the other three men in black ducked away.
"Daddy, daddy!"
"You thief, give my father back his life!"
Several heart-wrenching cries pierced the night sky, making people feel pitiful to hear them. The sounds were heard far away, but they were destined not to receive any response.
…
Two days later, in a valley in Beima County, Hezhou, there was a burst of people screaming for death, followed by bursts of roaring, roaring, yelling and cursing, which soon gradually stopped.
But outside a small town outside the mountains, there were seven or eight streams of light divided into two groups, chasing each other under the night sky.
"Give me back my son!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"What grudge do you have against me?"
"Come to me if you have the guts!"
"If there is any hatred, I will give you my life, how can I deserve it?"
There were loud screams, filled with anxiety and regret, but it was an old lady in a big red robe, staring intently at the five or six-year-old child in the arms of a swordsman in coir raincoat among the five people in front, her eyes
There was a red light of regret and horror in it.
"Humph, I don't know how to advance or retreat!"
Maybe he was impatient with being chased, so the swordsman in coir raincoat snorted coldly, and actually led the crowd to fight back.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The red-robed woman rushed forward like crazy, her two swords danced tightly, and her movement was as fast as lightning. She took the sword forcefully and used her ghostly movement to bully her forward.
He pulled out the crying child and threw it behind him with shaking hands.
"Go, go quickly, take my son with you!"
Amidst the screams and shouts, the red-robed woman's dress rustled, and the bloody aura erupted. A large stream of fishy wind was released, covering the five innate strong men with strong auras.
"Walk!"
A man and a woman behind him hesitated for a moment, then flew away with the child in their arms.
"mother!"
The child’s shrill cry is destined to get no response!
"No, this is the blood butterfly poison of the blood butterfly, retreat quickly!"
Among the five innates, a tall masked man shouted loudly like a bell, and waved a gun in his hand like the wind and waves.
"Mantis's sword skills, it turns out it's you, Cheng..."
The red-robed woman's eyes were about to burst, and she shouted fiercely, but she was instantly suppressed by a terrifying coercion, which was enough to dissolve the blood butterfly poison of the same level, and hersed like a nemesis, like snow meeting the rising sun.
"Who are you?"
The woman in red robe landed on the ground like a butterfly with folded wings, looking like a man-eating ghost, staring at Wu Ming who was slowly approaching.
"Sign the blood-written spiritual contract. From today on, you will be the Yin Star under my command. You can ensure that your heirs will have no worries. I will bear all the grudges. If you can survive, I will guarantee you a share of the Grandmaster status!"
Wu Ming holds the blood-written spiritual deed, exactly the same as before.
The masked man who was recognized among them had an undetectable tremor on his shoulders.
"Haha, do you know who my enemy is? Do you know what crimes I have committed? Why can you bear my hatred?"
The girl in red robe weeps and complains, the cuckoo cries blood, which makes people feel pity.
But if we knew about all the evil things this woman had done, I would probably be instantly silenced. That would really stop a child from crying at night!
"Blood Butterfly, formerly known as Su Qiaoqiao, was killed seventeen years ago..."
Wu Ming said quietly.
"That's enough. Do you know that anyone who dares to say this in front of me will be killed?"
The red-robed woman said sharply.
"Blood Butterfly, there is no need for you to delay. It is your blessing to be favored by the Lord!"
Master Cheng advised.
"Old city dog, you and I have finally met each other a few times, and we have never turned against each other. Why would you lead someone to harm me?"
The red-robed woman's eyes were like a venomous snake that wanted to choose someone to devour, and she stared at Mr. Cheng with great hatred.
"Think of your son!"
Master Cheng shook his head slightly, sighed and took two steps back.
"I'm in a hurry and make a decision quickly!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will go back on my word?"
The red-robed woman stared at Wu Mingdao coldly.
"That's because you haven't experienced the pain of the restrictions imposed by the Blood Book Spiritual Contract!"
Wu Mingdao.
The red-robed woman was keenly aware that Master Cheng's majestic body trembled and he lowered his head in humility.
At this moment, she finally understood why a swordsman whose reputation was not inferior to hers could be so obedient. He was truly subdued and completely unable to betray him.
She didn't want to die, let alone something happen to her son, and she didn't want to die before taking revenge, so she could only accept her fate.
The result of accepting his fate was to swear allegiance and sign a blood-written spiritual contract under Wu Ming's instructions!
…
After more than a month passed, most of the counties in Hezhou were actually inhabited by dozens of gangsters. The lairs of long-standing gangsters were destroyed, and tens of thousands of rogue bandits were killed.
For a moment, the green forest in Hezhou was shaken, and a hero message was issued, inviting all kinds of gangsters to prepare to hunt down and kill these people.
It's just that Wu Ming and his party came and went without a trace, specifically picking out the criminals on the wanted list. From a superficial point of view, they were doing harm to the people. Even if the government wanted to intervene, they didn't know where to start.
When the leaders of the Green Forest Road gathered together and mobilized all their efforts to search, Wu Ming and his party had already disappeared without a trace, and no trace could be found.
In an inconspicuous mountain forest in Langfeng County, Hezhou, a group of dozens of people, including men, women, old and young, gathered in a natural cave.
If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that no matter how high or low your cultivation level is, they all exude an astonishing evil spirit.
Even if you deliberately restrain yourself, you can't hide it, which shows that everyone has a huge number of lives under their hands!
"Hero post? Hey, a bunch of unscrupulous bastards deserve to be called heroes?"
Wu Ming gave it a cold look, not realizing how harsh his words were, nor did he realize there was anything wrong with saying them in front of the subordinates he had just subdued.
In fact, he didn't care at all how or how many of these people died, because they were all long-standing gangsters, and each of them had hundreds of innocent souls in their hands.
Xu Tuo and others were filled with evil spirits, and they glanced at the ten strong men standing in front of Wu Ming rather coldly, with contempt hidden in their eyes.
After more than a month of fighting, great progress has been made in every aspect. Only the eight people with the highest qualifications, including Xu Tuo, Peng Chao, Wang An, Qu Ying, etc., have achieved innate breakthroughs, and the rest are all artistic conception warriors.
Combining the tactics of military formations to surround and kill the bandits, they can easily capture them. As for the method of killing them all, even though they are a bit cruel, no one complains, because this is the price that must be paid on the way to growth.
As for Wu Ming subduing these green forest thieves with blood on their hands, they also vaguely knew that he probably had the intention of protecting them and was unwilling to let them do anything too dangerous.
But looking at the previous group of people, the mortality rate was as high as 70%, which can be seen.
If the minor injuries were so huge, Wu Ming would go crazy!
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Nowadays, the green forests of Hezhou are in turmoil. Although Your Majesty's actions are secretive, the matter has been widely spread and has even led to many anonymous master-level bandits. If so..."
One of them, a burly man, spoke cautiously. He was the owner of the titled village, Cheng Zhuang. However, when he saw Wu Ming's cold gaze, he immediately dared not speak.
During this time, Wu Ming used his iron-blooded methods and strength to frighten this group of brutal and long-standing gangsters! (To be continued)