Beast

Banhuan Mountain is located due north of Fengju City, more than 360 miles away. It passes through two cities and eighteen towns along the way. In the early morning, Yang Qing and others have already appeared on the official road.

Along the way, Sun Shifeng and Zeming were flying with their swords beside them. When they raised their heads, they could only see two small black dots. Yang Qing and other thirty outer disciples were running very fast on the official road.

The speed is as fast as a horse running at full speed. In two days, everyone has to cover the 360 ​​miles to reach Huanshan Mountain, without stopping at any cities or towns they pass through.

Running with all one's strength and consuming physical strength means that the monks from the third level of innate heaven will be exhausted in an hour. Among them, two monks from the second level of innate heaven have been left behind.

Yang Qing has reached the third level of innate heaven of body refining. His body is transparent to the heaven and earth inside and outside, and his physical strength is much richer than that of monks in the second level of innate heaven.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe..." Yang Qing began to practice the "Hua Xi Jue" when he was exhausted. This was much more difficult than practicing when mining ores.

My tired body felt warm and itchy at this time, and my internal organs and six internal organs gradually became a little itchy. My physical strength was restored, and my steps gradually became steady.

After running more than 140 miles in one hour, the thirty outer disciples were all exhausted, and Sun Shifeng and Pang Zeming also fell from the sky.

Find a shady spot in the woods, each take out a small kettle, drink the warm water, and after your breathing calms down, sit cross-legged on the ground with your eyes closed to practice and restore your true energy.

Only then did the other two innate second-level rest catch up, panting heavily with dust on their faces.

Yang Qing found an open space to practice. He was far away from the place where other disciples meditated and practiced, so the sound he made would not affect other people.

At this time tomorrow, we need to reach Banhuan Mountain, which is thirty miles away, and we need to ensure that our physical strength and true energy are sufficient.

In the evening, I ate some dry food, drank some water from the pot, and continued on my way. The longer the time went, the slower my running speed became, and finally I started walking.

It felt terrible to spend the night in the woods. Mosquito bites were as big as pigeon eggs. I was woken up by the mosquito bites as soon as I fell asleep.

After walking and stopping like this, at about six o'clock the next day, we arrived thirty miles away from Half Ring Mountain.

Yang Qing and others are trying to restore their physical condition to the best as soon as possible. In an hour, they will attack Half Ring Mountain.

Banhuan Mountain got its name because of the shape of the mountain, which looks like a hollow rotten tree stump with pieces of stubble missing. The gap in the half-circle is a mountain road. This topography makes Banhuan Mountain easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Iron Three Swordsmen gathered eight hundred bandits and took over half of the mountain as their king. They burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes for the common people, causing the nearby villagers to complain incessantly.

In order to prevent the bandits on Half Ring Mountain from discovering the group, we spread out over the thirty-mile journey.

"Full of the innate third-level innocence energy, I came forward with me to kill the bandits, and the remaining disciples killed the Luo Zhiyu." Sun Shifeng and his side Zeming said coldly to the thirty outer disciples with a serious expression.

The hearts of the thirty outer disciples were pounding, and the solemn atmosphere made them nervous. Yang Qing's palms were sweaty and slippery, and he could not hold the long stainless steel stick, and his breathing couldn't help but quicken.

"kill"

Everyone had already rushed up the mountain road, and the bandits on the mountain found it too late.

Sun Shifeng and the other two led a dozen monks who were full of the third level of innate innocence and rushed forward. They saw Sun Shifeng's face was indifferent, and he was killing with both hands. A three-foot green-edged sword appeared next to him. With a volley of his right hand, it turned into a stream of light.

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"boom…"

The stream of light was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the mountain gate. With a loud noise, the one-foot-thick mountain gate turned into countless fragments, and the foundation stone of the mountain gate was also blasted into pieces all over the sky.

Dozens of people who were preparing to throw rocks, kerosene, and huge trees behind the mountain gate were suddenly shattered into pieces. People a little further away were also thrown to the ground by rocks and died.

As soon as the sword power of this blow was exhausted, the green-edged long sword beside him began to circulate with golden fluorescence, and it shuttled among the crowd in the open space on the top of the mountain. For a moment, the body and head were separated, and blood flew out.

"Hui" The two green-edged long swords were like arms, and with a sudden appearance, they quickly returned to Sun Shifeng. Next to him was Zeming. The golden light of the swords was flowing and floating. "You kill him here quickly, don't let anyone go."

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After Sun Shifeng said coldly, he stood up with his long sword and rushed towards the inside of Half Ring Mountain. The Cunning Rabbit has three burrows, and the Iron Three Swordsmen will definitely run away quickly when they see something bad going on.

There were 800 bandits on this half-ring mountain. Just now, the two of them killed 70 to 80 people in a few breaths of time.

At the mountain gate, slightly trembling limbs and blood were strewn on the platform.

There were more people shouting and rushing out of the half-ringed mountain, with bare arms, holding machetes, red-tasseled guns, maces...

Yang Qing and others had never seen such a scene before. Everyone looked pale and began to vomit while looking at a still beating heart.

"Fuck, kill me..."

These bandits were also fierce people, and their cultivation was not weak. When they saw their brothers who had been beaten up the mountain and killed seventy or eighty of them, their eyes immediately turned red, and they rushed over with weapons in their hands.

Pan Zeming led a dozen of his disciples to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the bandits. This scene was much more shocking than the two sword strikes just now. The two groups collided like crazy yaks.

Although this group of bandits is large in number, most of them are ordinary people who have never practiced cultivation. They are drunk all day long and their physical strength is pitifully weak. How can they withstand the hacking and killing by the disciples of Yufeng Sect.

Next to Zeming, golden light wrapped around his body, and before the three-foot long sword came into contact with the bandit's body, the bandit split into two pieces.

At the beginning, the bandits relied on the strength of their numbers. Several hundred people rushed up with great force and were massacred by the disciples of the Yufeng Sect. The people in front were frightened and ran back, while the people behind could not see clearly what was going on.

Rushing forward, hundreds of people were in a mess for a while.

There were also brave people among these bandits. A dozen of them gathered together, squeezed out of the crowd, and fought fiercely with Pan Zeming and others.

These dozen or so people have innate cultivation levels ranging from second-level to third-level heavens, and the weapons in their hands are waving to bring out bursts of strong wind.

"Ka...ah, my arm." A disciple of the third level of Xiantian was besieged by several bandits. His hands and feet became panicked. The bandits took the opportunity and cut off an arm with a machete. At this time, he covered the wound with his hand.

, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Hey, your head belongs to me." A bandit raised the machete in his hand high, smiled ferociously, and slashed at the neck of the amputated disciple.

"Whoosh...poof"

A three-foot long green-edged sword passed through the bandit's chest with a sharp sound, and a spurt of blood spurted out.

Pang Zeming came to the rescue in time. He was chasing the chaotic bandits everywhere. When he saw a disciple in danger, he threw out the long sword in his hand.

After throwing out the long sword in his hand, his hands were empty. Seeing this, the other bandits shouted angrily and killed him all at once.

He didn't have time to recall the long sword, so he put his hands in front of his chest, flipping them up and down, and with an angry roar, the golden light on his body was strong, and all the weapons in the bandit's hands broke when they came into contact with the golden light.

"I didn't expect that two monks from the Dingling realm would come to kill me with the Iron Three Swordsman. I'm so proud of Tie." A deep voice sounded in the open space, with violence in the voice.

I saw a big man with a bald head and a thick beard rushing out of the half-ringed mountain, followed by more than a dozen men of various ages holding swords and guns.

"I heard that with your cultivation in the Purple Mansion Realm, your Iron Three Swordsman can actually resist the Dingling Realm monks. It seems that the rumors are true." Sun Shifeng chased behind the Iron Three Swordsman with a long sword in his hand and said with a mocking look on his face.

When the bandits in the open space saw the leader, Iron Three Swordsmen, they all gathered together and moved in the direction of Iron Three Swordsmen.

Pan Zeming and others did not continue the pursuit. After killing so many people, they were too weak to kill. Yang Qing and other disciples dispersed around the square to prevent the bandits from suddenly escaping.

Yang Qing did not dare to look at the corpses and severed limbs and flesh on the ground. He looked pale and focused on the crowd, but the pungent smell of blood still reminded him of a hellish scene. His body trembled involuntarily, and bursts of soreness

Water rushes to throat.

"There are four to five hundred people on my half-ringed mountain. You want to kill me? Huh, I wonder if you have the ability anymore?" Tie San Dao waved his hand in the air, and a Yan Yue Dao appeared in his hand, and then roared, "Children

, run away from me all”

'coax'

The four to five hundred people who had gathered together fled in all directions at the order of Iron Three Swordsmen.

Iron Sandao held the Yanyue Knife tightly with both hands, his face was red, and his thick beard trembled with the facial muscles. He jumped forward with both legs. Before landing, he pulled back with his left hand, pressed down with his right hand, and raised the crescent-shaped blade.

An earthy yellow light arose and struck Sun Shifeng. The sword was so powerful that the yellow sand on the ground was blown away in all directions.

Sun Shifeng put away his taunts and looked indifferent. He blocked the sword at an angle and refused to take a hard hit. He turned his body with force under his feet and at the same time turned his sword over and stabbed the iron three swords at an angle.

Iron San Sword's face was full of flesh, and he didn't even look at the long sword that was stabbing him. The Yanyue Sword slashed downwards instead of cutting horizontally, and the light on the Yanyue Sword all converged. His left and right hands moved the Yanyue Sword like a rowing boat.

At this point, both sides suffered losses. Sun Shifeng's expression did not change, and his cultivation in the Dingling realm was child's play. He suddenly brought the long sword back with the sword facing down. He held the hilt with one hand and supported the sword body with the other.

The earthy yellow and golden rays of light are like floods bursting their banks, and long rivers rushing together like backflows. The ground is as crisscrossed with ravines as if it has been plowed. The bandits who dodge in a hurry around them are thrown away like catkins in the wind, with blood flying from their mouths.

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Sun Shifeng's clothes creaked fiercely, and he just took a step back, holding the Iron Three Swordsman Yanyue Sword across his chest, his face flushed abnormally, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the third sword was cut open before he could use it.

Seeing that he was no match for Sun Shifeng, Tiesan Sword snorted coldly, regardless of the blood hanging on his thick beard. He flipped his hand and the Yanyue Sword disappeared. A piece of talisman appeared in his hand. He slapped it on his body and stamped his feet on the ground.

, stepping on a fusiform magic weapon, rising into the air and trying to escape.

"Where to run?" Sun Shifeng raised the corner of his mouth and shouted coldly. The long sword floated quietly, his hands formed seals, and the golden essence surged. The long sword then glowed brightly, changing from one to two. Two to three.

"go"

The three long swords spurted out one after another, making a "clang" sound, and lined up in a straight line to shoot into the air. "The monks in the Dingling Realm are too underestimated."

The talisman on Iron Sandao's body lit up, a layer of khaki ripples enveloped him, and khaki armor also appeared on his body.

The first long sword hit the ripples, and the ripples broke in a flash, and the long sword turned into a point of light and disappeared. The second sword broke the armor, and the third sword shot down the iron three swords like a long bow shooting a wild goose.

in the air.

The bandits were fleeing in all directions, and Yang Qing had no choice but to wave the fine steel rod in his hand. Yang Qing's one arm weighed 400 kilograms, and the long stick turned into a shadow and filled the space of one foot.

"Crack" Yang Qing swung around with his eyes closed, and there was the sound of cracking bones, heart-rending screams, cries, and curses that mixed together and penetrated his ears.

"Ah..." Yang Qing shouted with his eyes closed, regardless of whether he knocked down anyone or not, he just waved the steel rod in his hand vigorously.

"Open your eyes!" An angry shout rang in Yang Qing's ears, making his ears buzz.

"Kill them two!" Sun Shifeng looked at Yang Qing with his eyebrows upside down, pointed at the bandit lying on the ground rolling in pain, and said coldly.

Yang Qing stared at the bandit on the ground with his thigh bone broken, holding the stainless steel rod with trembling hands.

"Hero, please let me go. I just cook and cook. I have never done anything bad." The two bandits ignored their deformed lower limbs and kowtowed to the ground, begging for mercy, their voices hoarse.

"Great Immortal, please do well. I am the only son in my family, and I have an old mother to support. Please let me go. I will repay you by working as a cow or a horse in my next life."

His head hit the ground with a "dong-dong" sound, his forehead was already blood red, his pants were wet, and his feces, urine, and blood were mixed together.

Yang Qing raised the fine iron rod in his hand several times, but he couldn't get rid of it. This was not a Qishan wolf, but a living person.

"If you don't kill them, I will kill you," Sun Shifeng said coldly. With a move of his finger, the long sword danced around him.

"I beg you, please let me go, please." Ants can survive, let alone humans.

"I..." Yang Qing's eyes turned red and he did not dare to look into the eyes of the two people on the ground. His lips trembled and he could not speak.

"Qiang..." The long sword beside Sun Shifeng suddenly stopped, and the tip of the sword was facing Yang Qing with light shining out.

"I'll kill..." The fine iron rod was raised high and smashed towards the two people on the ground.;