However, Yang Yu's sword skills were proficient and experienced, and even though the bandit roared and howled, he just retreated and was not injured at all.
Even so, he still had the energy to scan the whole place.
In the drizzle, there was a cry of murder.
Wang Fobao and the iron dragon were facing each other from a distance. Suddenly, they both moved together.
boom!
The rain splashed, the light of swords and the shadows of people intertwined. Wherever they went, they could only hear the sound of gold and iron, and the people around them fled for cover.
Wang Fobao is holding a long sword, his steps are changing, he is like a ghost, and when the sword is waving, it seems that even the rain is being forced to the ground.
The iron dragon was extremely ferocious. He did not care about the heavy injuries on his body. As soon as he took action, he directly aroused his inner energy and fought for his life with every move. For a moment, Wang Fobao was unable to perform any feats.
Besides the two people, the entire execution ground was filled with fighting and crying.
Wang Fobao's men were only three or five in the blood exchange realm, but each of them held a crossbow and waited for work. After a while, they cornered a group of bandits.
“Wang Fo Bao!”
Suddenly, a low roar sounded.
The iron dragon, who was pushed to the extreme by Wang Fobao, showed his ruthless side and did not dodge or evade, but forcefully received Wang Fobao's sword.
With the blood spattering, his hair was wildly dancing, and under his rags, there seemed to be a python swimming, swimming from his chest and abdomen to his neck at an extremely fast speed.
“Lion’s Roar Kung Fu? Have you really mastered it?”
Wang Fobao's eyelids twitched, he took a step back, covered his ears with his hands, and issued a warning:
“Cover your ears!”
But where is it too late?
Except for Yang Yu who imitated the situation, the rest of the policemen were in the middle of a fight. How could they have thought of this move?
Wang Fobao’s voice just sounded,
A loud noise has already exploded in the execution ground.
Yang Yu stared at it, and saw that there seemed to be a ball of extremely compressed air being spit out from the iron dragon's mouth.
Then,
boom!
Like a thunderclap.
With the Iron Dragon as the center, the mud and water in the surrounding area were scattered in all directions by the shock, and the strong wind formed by the explosion of the air mass blew across a small half of the execution ground.
But it was so, all the police officers were shocked and their eyes were dazed.
Even though they were twenty or thirty meters apart, Wang Fobao, who was the first to bear the brunt, trembled and his ears and nose started to bleed!
But he did not retreat but instead advanced, rushing forward in the sudden strong wind, his long sword swept across, flashing with cold murderous intent.
This sudden explosion made the exposed skin all over his body turn blood red.
The blood gushing from his mouth and nose was blown into the air.
But his eyes were red, and he used all his strength to chop the skilled gangster into two pieces from the top of his head to his crotch!
“Second brother!”
While shouting shrilly, the bandits went crazy and seemed about to rush forward to fight for their lives.
The fierce bandit who was fighting against Yang Yuzhao also had his eyes reddened by this scene, and he slashed at Yang Yuzhuo as if he was desperate for his life.
"it's over……"
Yang Yu stepped back continuously, and after a few steps, he suddenly jumped up, walked to his side with a wind-stepping step, his arm was level with the knife, and slit his throat with a knife.
“Second brother, second brother!”
A group of fierce bandits roared ferociously.
Only the scarred-faced gangster’s face was distorted, he roared, grabbed the two closest brothers, turned around and ran away:
“Wang Fobao, I, Heishan, will fight with you till death, till death!”
“You can’t leave!”
Wang Fobao's face was covered with blood, which could not be washed away by the rain. He turned around with a knife and stepped forward to pursue him.
But what he didn't expect was that the remaining gangsters all rushed forward with all their might. Even if no one could block Wang Fobao's second sword, they still refused to retreat.
After Wang Fobao killed several tough bandits, the three of them all fled without a trace.
The continuous drizzle washed away everything, and no footprints could be seen.
"Chase!"
Wang Fobao glanced coldly at the prisoner whose face was full of pain, shouted low, and took the lead in chasing after him.
The other catchers looked pale and gritted their teeth and chased after him.
At this time, there were pools of blood everywhere in the execution ground. Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. The fishy smell filled the nostrils and even the rain could not wash it away.
Everywhere is bleak and dead.
“It’s so miserable…”
Wang Kui, whose face was pale, crawled out from the corner. Looking at the bloody stumps on the ground, he couldn't help but retched.
The other government officials who were lucky enough to survive also looked miserable.
“Wu Liu? He is also dead...”
Looking at Wu Liu who was lying in a pool of blood with his throat cut open, Yang Yu was silent and felt what it was like for human life to be like grass.
Those who were talking to each other before turn around and turn into corpses. Who can not be touched?
“It’s miserable, it’s miserable.”
Wang Kui could no longer stand up, his bones seemed to be leaning against the wall, and he almost vomited out his gallbladder.
It's a pity that although he is an executioner, he has never seen such a horrific execution ground.
“I wonder if Wang Captou can catch the remaining bandits?”
Yang Yu felt a little worried and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the knife.
At this time, he understood the true meaning of "settling down and settling down" that Old Man Wei said.
Although the world is big, you don’t have the power to protect yourself. You may die on the street at any time. In troubled times, a sword is more valuable than life.
The rain stopped and the weather cleared up.
The executioner who was hiding somewhere stood up and called several government officials to clean the execution place.
Yang Yu then helped Wang Kui out of the execution ground.
The prisoners were hacked and shot to death as soon as they were robbed, so there was no need for them to execute them.
Of course, several other executioners also died together.
These days, you can’t be too dedicated...
He sent the boneless Wang Kui home, washed away the blood on his body, changed his clothes, and then returned.
At this time, the city was under martial law, and many government officials and police officers came and went in a hurry, carrying portraits and searching from house to house.
Yang Yu glanced at the abstract portrait and twitched the corners of his eyes.
Outside the execution ground, Wang Fobao's face was gloomy and grief-stricken, and corpses pieced together at random were carried out.
“After that, go to the Yamen to receive the reward.”
Wang Fobao couldn't bear to look any further, so he said hoarsely to Yang Yu, turned around and left.
“Warden, are you still doing it?”
Yang Prison asked a question.
Wang Fobao paused:
“You are allowed to rest for ten days.”
"What exactly is in the Black Mountain Prison? This group of bandits are actually willing to take such a big risk to rob the prison..."
Rubbing the center of his brows, Yang Yu thought with a headache as he walked towards the execution ground.
There is a reward in the Yamen. You can get the reward by killing a thief. For a thief in the Blood Exchange Realm, one head is worth at least twenty taels of silver.
It’s just that,
A bounty is a reward, and a trophy is a spoil of war.