Pope System of Rebirth

It was a dark night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, not a single star could fall, and I couldn't see my fingers. The night wind was very cold, and somehow it blew in a regular direction from east to west. On such a night, a shooting star appeared.

It broke through the clouds and illuminated the surrounding area.

It turns out that this is a long and narrow canyon, extending east-west. The canyon is so deep that even if the light of a meteor shines, it can only illuminate half of the rock wall.

The rock wall was towering and steep, with not a single plant or tree on it. The meteor's luster became weaker and weaker as it flew, and finally disappeared into the sky.

In the distance, you can vaguely see a line of fire, flickering, far away from the canyon, but the strange thing is that the fire has become much bigger in the blink of an eye, and the front one can even be seen clearly to be a torch.

That is.

A group of cavalry, cavalry with torches, no wonder they are so fast.

"The chase is coming, they are chasing us."

“Help, O God, have mercy on your people!”

"Sister, sister! Where are you, where are you."

"Mother...mother..."

There was actually a large group of fleeing refugees before that group of cavalry. There were at least a hundred people in the dark mass. The cavalry could easily catch up with about twenty of them. The torches had already illuminated the last few refugees.

The three cavalrymen rushed out of the camp, holding long knives in their hands and wearing leather armor. They raised the knives and dropped them. The stragglers were covered in blood for a moment. The three of them rushed back to the team without even frowning.

The cavalry team of more than 20 people also slowed down at this time. The one at the front turned around and came to the middle and whispered to one of the burly figures: "Brother, we have reached the abyss of death. Do you want to continue chasing in?"

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The burly captain looked at the brothers beside him who were excited about killing and laughed loudly: "Kill, brothers, kill enough for today. The city lord of these untouchables said we can deal with them as we please."

"Haha, brother, let me show you my swing knife." A tall and thin man next to him seemed to love showing off. He held a scimitar in his hand, turned around and came out of the queue, and dived forward to catch up with the old woman at the back.

The man, the scimitar in his hand flew out with a twist, and the flying knife flashed with murderous intent in the dark night. It passed through the old woman's body and returned to his hand.

The fleeing crowd in front had already become a panicked group. They were crying and running towards the canyon ahead. However, they did not have enough to eat on weekdays, and the cavalry had horses to lead them. How could they run past them?

"kill."

Giving an order is equivalent to announcing the fate of hundreds of people in front.

More than 20 cavalrymen rushed into the crowd and slaughtered them crazily, with swords raised and dropped. Each time, a precious life was taken away. Wails and screams could be heard everywhere.

The tall and thin man holding a scimitar rushed to the front. He had bright eyes and picked out young people to kill. He seemed to have a preference.

"Don't kill, don't..." The cry was mixed with a woman's cry. The tall man turned his head. Ten steps away, he saw a woman with a muddy face looking around and shouting in fear.

"I missed one, damn it." Everyone on that road was killed by the tall and thin man. This time, he saw another person who felt unhappy. He pulled out the scimitar stuck in the body of the man under the horse and turned the horse's head.

Rushed towards the woman.

The ten-year-old woman seemed to be crazy. She didn't even try to hide when she saw the tall and thin man charging towards her.

"Sister, get out of the way." A young man's cry suddenly came from the other side. The horse's hooves flew and the scimitar slashed out. A black shadow rushed over like a flying figure, and at the critical moment when the scimitar was close to the woman, it hit her.

She threw herself to the ground. It was the young man who had just called. He was very flexible and rolled from between the hooves of the galloping horses to the other side. He pulled the woman and ran as fast as he could into the depths of the canyon, shouting as he ran: "

Sister, don’t be afraid, brother is with you in everything.”

"Damn refugees." The tall and thin man took a breath. It seemed that he did not expect anyone to escape from his hands at this moment. He turned his horse's head again and locked the two people who fled towards the canyon. They were bound to kill them.

Don't stop until you die.

"Drive." He whipped his horse whip and galloped after him.

The young man seemed to have a talent for running, and his speed with his sister was as fast as that of a horse. He ran all the way inside and soon ran out of the crowd and rushed into the dark abyss of death.

The tall and lanky man refused to let him go, and continued to chase him with his horse, cursing: "Run, I'll see how long you can run." Human power can't last as long as a horse, not to mention that the young man also took his sister with him, rushing into death.

After entering the abyss, his speed gradually slowed down.

The tall and thin man laughed loudly: "Run, run fast, let's see how long you can run." The sound of horse hooves got closer and closer.

"Brother, it's all my fault. Let me go and you can run away." Later, when the younger sister saw the cavalry catching up, she wanted to break away and let her older brother go first.

"Tingting, what nonsense are you talking about? Let's go together." The elder brother said firmly and refused to let go.

"Be careful." Tingting screamed, and saw the tall and thin man throwing the scimitar out of nowhere in the darkness.

When the young man heard the shouting, he quickly moved to the left to avoid it, but the machete came very fast, grazing his thigh and taking away a piece of flesh. The young man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

The tall and thin man pulled back the scimitar and looked at the two people lying on the ground and sneered: "You can actually detect my scimitar, you have good eyesight."

The young man was holding his thigh, frowning in pain.

Tingting saw the tall and thin man coming over and put her hand in front of her brother: "What do you want? Why do you want to kill us?"

The tall and thin man sneered: "You bitches like you can't understand the city lord's orders, go to hell!" The scimitar waved, flashing cold light, and the two of them were about to kill him.

"You mother Xipi, what are you doing...it hurts so much." In the darkness, curses came from the side of the young brother and sister.

The tall and thin man looked startled. His scimitar was hanging in the air and he pulled the horse's rope: "Who, who are you?"

"I'm your grandpa, fuck him."

Tingting felt something strange on her right side. She turned around and saw a naked man standing up in the darkness, banging his head. As he stood up, he kept saying, "What are you doing in the dark? You can't turn on the light."

"

The second half of his sentence was mostly a murmur, and the tall and thin man did not hear it.

The young man lying on the ground also looked at the man in the dark in surprise.

"Light up, do you hear me? Zhao Shuang, damn that guy." He opened his eyes and looked to the side, and when he saw a pair of big black eyes staring at him, he moved his gaze slightly downwards.

She has towering breasts and perky buttocks. Judging from this position, it looks like she is a woman. She has a very attractive figure. However, her clothes are a bit tattered and her specific data cannot be seen. Her face is very dirty and cannot be seen.

Face. It's better if you have a nice face. He can't stand the killer figure from behind.

This guy is thinking wildly.

Suddenly, he realized something and screamed. He quickly covered his vital parts with his hands and turned around, but then he thought that he could see from behind. He covered his front with one hand and his back with one hand. He turned his face sideways.

Dajiao: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't act like a gangster and expose my body. I was robbed. Robbed...sorry..." He said and smiled shyly at the three of them.

This guy was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere at the scene.

"Madman." The tall and thin man came to such a conclusion. As soon as this man appeared, he started talking nonsense, lighting lamps, exposing his body, sorry, and so on. The tall and thin man had no time to waste with him, so he rode towards the mysterious naked man.

The man rushed over and tried to kill him off his horse.

"Horse? Leather armor? Scimitar?... Acting?" Qin Lang's head was empty. He looked at the strange things and thought he was dreaming. He patted his forehead and said to himself: "Damn it, why does this dream never end?"

"He wants to kill you, run away quickly." the woman shouted.

Qin Lang's closed eyes were half opened when he saw a sharp scimitar slashed by the wind, with blood dripping from it.

Very realistic...

Could it be! He is an extremely smart person, flying dust, murderous cavalry, a pretty girl, an injured man, and a dark night.

A horse was galloping in the abyss of death, and a tall, thin man with a red and swollen face was carried on his back. The scimitar in his hand had gone somewhere, and his leather armor was in tatters, so he was in such a sorry state.

As he ran, he looked back in fear and muttered: "Pervert, he must be a pervert."

The student involved, Xiaoyi, ignored the tall man who ran away. He hid behind a rock and used the small bag given by the old Taoist priest to change into a set of clothes and put them on before embarrassingly walking out with the stone sword.

"Ahem..." He coughed twice, waking up the two people who were in a daze.

"I haven't asked you for your names yet."

"Wang Tingting." The woman woke up from her stunned state and looked at Qin Lang's right hand curiously: "Your hand."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay!" Qin Lang raised his hand and waved it, then folded the scimitar and dropped it to the ground.

"How did you do that?" The man on the ground looked at his harmless palm in surprise.

Qin Lang knew that what just happened was difficult to explain, so he waved his palms and said with a smile: "I have learned how to use bare hands with bare hands. When his scimitar came over, I found the weak spot on the sword and cut it with my palm, and the scimitar broke."

"Empty-handed?"

The same thing happened after the tall and thin man rode his horse towards Qin Lang. He blocked the scimitar with his palm. His palm was fine, but the scimitar broke. Then several tall and thin guys were beaten more than ten times.

Escaped.

Wang Tingting and her brother Wang Xiang had never heard of such a set of kung fu in the world, and looked at each other in confusion. However, they grew up in a refugee tribe and knew very little. Based on the few moves just now, Wang Xiang concluded that this man must be mysterious.

The expert then struggled and fell to the ground: "Expert, save us."

"Master, let me see how tall you are."

There was a ruckus of horseshoes outside the dark canyon, and a row of cavalry filed in. There were about twenty people. The leader was a burly man who spoke. A tall, thin man with a bruised nose and face followed him and looked at the man wrapped in cloth with some fear.

Qin Lang: "Boss, he was the one who beat me."

"I don't dare to be an expert. It's just that he wants to kill me. This is wrong." Qin Lang picked up the scimitar on the ground. He didn't know where he had come. He could only figure it out by solving this matter.

He picked up the scimitar and cut it into two pieces from the ground and put it in his hand.

"Where are you from? How can you be so cool?" The burly man looked at the two short daggers that Qin Lang was playing with. The distortion of the cross section was obviously caused by a lot of force. Such ability can only be achieved with the cultivation of his armored knight.

If you can't do it, the person who comes seems to be very unkind.

"You can eat like a hundred people, sleep on a bed of heaven and earth, and you're just a foreigner." Qin Lang raised his hand and threw the broken knife over.

The tall and thin man was shocked when he saw the broken knife thrown at him, and he used all the strength in his arms to dare not be careless.

"Pah... Ouch!"

There was actually no force attached to the broken knife, and Qin Lang couldn't pull off such a trick. He only heard a snap and the knife was caught, but unfortunately he used too much force and hit his own palm, which was painful.

Called out.

The burly man thought that the tall and thin man had suffered a dark loss. His face darkened and he winked at the cavalry behind him. Among the cavalry, a guy with a pockmarked face walked out on horseback, riding a tall black horse and holding a handful in his hand.

A very long saber.

"Boy, grandpa will give you a chance to avoid using my knife." With a pockmarked face, he picked up the knife and put it on his shoulder, looking very arrogant.

Wang Xiang obviously knew this man. His face turned a little pale. He quickly whispered to Qin Lang: "Go away quickly and leave us alone. You can't beat him."

Qin Lang yawned, turned his head and smiled: "Do you know him?"

"People call him Pockmarked. He can kill a cow into two pieces with one knife. His strength is astonishing. It's useless for him to use the sword with bare hands." Wang Xiang was extremely nervous. For refugees like them, death could come at any time.

Qin Lang sniffed and looked at the little beauty queen Tingting: "Do you think I can win?"

Wang Tingting looked at her brother, then at the pockmarked face opposite her, then at Qin Lang's not-so-burly figure, and shook her head.

"Fuck." Qin Lang cursed to express his dissatisfaction.

"Hey, boy, do you want the opportunity I gave you?" The pockmarked face shouted again.

"What chance? You should tell me." Qin Lang turned to look at Mazi on the horse, wondering what chance this martial artist could give him.

He crossed his legs with his horse, took a few steps forward and stared at Wang Tingting and Wang Xiang: "Kill them two, and I will convince the boss to let you come to destroy the Blood Cavalry."

Wang Xiang was shocked, and Wang Tingting covered her mouth. She didn't expect that the other side would actually give such a condition. With the ability that Qin Lang had just revealed, it would be easy to kill them both. As long as he did it, he could get the cavalry regiment stationed in Donglong City. Wang Xiang

He pulled his sister back a few steps. He was very afraid that Qin Lang would make a move.

Qin Lang looked at the two people and knew what they were thinking, so he raised his hands and clenched his fists.

"That's right. Our Blood-Destroying Cavalry is the most powerful cavalry regiment in Donglong City. After joining, we will keep your reputation."

The pock-marked man was very satisfied with Qin Lang's next action and continued to talk about the benefits of joining. He quietly looked back and winked at the boss.

The boss whispered a few more instructions behind him, and the two cavalrymen grasped the reins and swords, ready to attack at any time. The Bloody Cavalry is the most powerful cavalry regiment in Donglong City. It is notorious in daily life. The phrase "every penny will be repaid" is

The best summary of them is that the tall and thin man was injured in Qin Lang's hands, how could they let him go? The pockmarked face's move was actually a sinister move. After Qin Lang killed the two of them, they gathered together

If you attack him and capture him, you can openly torture him with the death of two people. After all, there is no law in this world for refugees, but for ordinary people, there is still the court and the laws of the Holy See, which can beat a tall and thin man.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he is a practicing figure. It is impossible for refugees to learn any martial arts, and it is impossible for ordinary people to learn such skills. It is impossible for the sophisticated Blood-Destroying Cavalry to not consider these things carefully.

Wang Tingting bit her lip and looked at Qin Lang's fist deep in her eyes with tears in her eyes. Her brother had an injury on his leg and it was impossible for them to run away.

"How about a bet? If I win, you have to kiss me." Qin Lang raised his little finger with his outstretched fist. This pervert had already noticed that Wang Tingting actually had a beautiful face underneath the dirt.

Her eyes are dark and her facial features are well-proportioned. Her beauty cannot be covered up by dirt.

His pockmarked face changed drastically. He didn't expect Qin Lang to reject his invitation: "I don't know what is good, I'm looking for death." He pulled the reins, and the long knife was drawn out with the collision of the horses. Qin Lang pushed away the stunned man with a palm.

Wang Tingting and Wang Xiang were about to fly into the air as soon as they raised their bodies. Unexpectedly, they only jumped less than a foot off the ground.

He fell down, so that the long sword had reached his chest. He was startled and turned to the left side. However, Linkong's body could not exert any strength, so he could only quickly draw the stone sword out at an angle.

Due to his haste and lack of strength, the stone sword and the long knife collided with each other. Qin Lang, who had not yet landed, suffered a loss and rolled backwards three or four times in embarrassment.

The most basic dodge action of crossing the saber is to stay low and close to the ground. How could you jump up and use your sword to block? This is purely an amateur's performance.

Seeing how badly he was doing, everyone in the cavalry looked at the tall and lanky man, wondering how he could lose to such a half-baked guy.

Qin Lang, who was covered in ashes, stood up awkwardly. He really didn't understand what happened. How could he not be able to move in the air? He quickly sensed the power of the Three Purities in his body. The three strands were still flowing without any problems. What was going on?

thing?

Could it be that Kung Fu failed?

Both Wang Xiang and Wang Xiang were nervous, and they were secretly worried about Qin Lang. His victory or defeat was related to their lives. How could they not be nervous?

"Don't come over here. I won't be polite if you come over again. I know how to hit things from a distance." Qin Lang threw the stone sword aside, put up a posture, and shouted "White Crane Drying Wings" to the pockmarked face who turned the horse's head again,

He wanted to test whether there was really something wrong with Sanqing Daoli.

"Hit something from the air, you should hit one and see." Pockmarked had never heard of such ghost tricks before, so he just thought Qin Lang was trying to scare them. He raised his knife and reined in his horse, waiting for him to use the trick. All the cavalrymen laughed loudly.

laugh.

"Tathagata Divine Palm!" Qin Lang retracted his crane wings and shouted loudly. Following the shout, his left hand lowered his waist and his right hand pushed the palm. The last time he used it, even the black dragon suffered a small loss. If he uses it now, it will definitely be a surprise to these few.

This guy shows off his power.

The long night was miserable. Not even a breath of wind blew in front of Qin Lang's palm.

this!

"Tathagata Divine Palm!"

Another sound.

"Tathagata Divine Palm!"

Another sound.

"Tathagata God God God... Palm... Palm, Palm, Palm..."

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"Haha. Boss, he is an idiot." The pockmarked man burst into laughter when he saw Qin Lang's funny actions.

"Let me strangle it, it really failed." Qin Lang was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat. If it really failed, he would be dead.

"Be careful!" Wang Tingting shouted.

Qin Lang subconsciously raised his hands to block his body, but at this moment, an extremely white light lit up between him and the pockmarked face. It was like a light ball exploding. The horse screamed, the pockmarked face screamed in pain, and both the man and the horse flew upside down.

go back.

this……

A man from the cavalry quickly dismounted and ran to Pockmarked's side to check his breathing. He turned around and shouted: "Boss, Pockmarked is dead." When the Bloody Cavalry heard the news, all their faces turned pale, and even the war horses seemed to feel sick.

When the danger comes, he keeps stamping his feet and the clatter of horse hooves echoes in the canyon.

No one could see clearly what happened just now, but everyone could clearly see that light. It was magic, absolutely magic, and it was glowing white light, pure white light magic. It is the rarest and most powerful among noble magicians.

A skill that can only be possessed by light magicians. Legend has it that they can interpret the declaration of the God of Light and become God's spokesperson in the world.

Could it be...

"I don't know which noble magician has come to this barren land. I am the armored knight Hu Wei!" The boss stroked the iron helmet on his head, unable to conceal his nervousness. As the only one in the Blood-Destroying Cavalry who could

The person who has been awarded the title of Armored Cavalry has a much more sophisticated vision than others.

But will the bright magician who can only be heard in legends come to the barren and small land of Donglong?

Wang Tingting was very happy when she saw her pockmarked face fell down. She suddenly remembered the bet Qin Lang had just made with her and her face turned red and she dared not think about it. Wang Xiang stared at Qin Lang in stunned silence, admiring him to the ground.

The cavalrymen were nervous, and the beauty thought of something.

Then Qin Lang's little heart kept beating. No matter how others speculated, he knew most clearly about himself. The light just now was his Sanqing Dao power. Wasn't it malfunctioning?

How could it be effective again?

He savored the Three Pure Dao Power in his body, and was shocked. Only then did he notice that there were many fine and dense black and white air currents entangled in the Three Pure Dao Power. It was they that made it impossible for the Three Purity Dao Power to be turned around by himself, but

Just now, he displayed the power of Sanqing Dao.

perhaps……

The power of Sanqing Dao was not working at times? He thought of the happy characters in a certain martial arts masterpiece and became angry for a moment. "Damn it." He cursed secretly. Now he was unable to display his cultivation as a quasi-sage, Daluo Jinxian.

It was so sad to come out.

"Humph, I'm afraid. I told you before that I'm very powerful. If you're afraid, just leave quickly." He shouted arrogantly while everyone was frightened. Qin Lang is a smart man, and his cultivation is too random now.

It's not worthwhile to bet one's life on it. It would be best to scare them away while they are frightened by some light magician.

"Did you do that?" Hu Wei stood up against Qin Lang and looked at him thoroughly from beginning to end.

"Of course, who else is here if it's not me?" Qin Lang said confidently with his hands on his hips, and the clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker.

"Stab!" There was a thunder, and a spherical lightning suddenly fell from the sky and hit the depths of the abyss of death, illuminating a group of people.

"Brother, I'm afraid it was the lightning just now." Someone in the team shouted.

"God damn it." Qin Lang gasped, and Hu Wei was furious. He had never been tricked like this before. He drew his knife and shouted: "Kill him."

"Do it." Qin Lang quickly picked up the stone sword thrown aside. At this time, he could only rely on his iron-like body, this hard stone sword that was not very similar in shape but highly recognized.

It has been imbued with the immortal energy of ancestor Hongjun, and has been affirmed by Black Dragon and the old Taoist priests.

"Bah." He spat into the palm of his hand, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and said to the two brothers and sisters beside him: "Get away quickly, don't hold me back."

After hearing this, Wang Xiang quickly pulled Wang Tingting and limped away towards the depths of the canyon.

"Huha!" The cavalry at the front was full of blood, and the horses were running very fast. They rushed to Qin Lang in the blink of an eye. Qin Lang took a deep breath. After all, he had practiced martial arts for ten years and had some foundation.

Shi Jian raised his arms to gain strength. He turned his feet to the left, avoiding the horse's head, and the stone sword hit the horse's leg firmly.

He had no room for reservation with this blow. The horse under the bloody cavalry screamed and fell into the sand. Qin Lang didn't give him a chance to kick him on the head with precision. He couldn't even hum. He snorted and fainted.

With the force of the kick, Qin Lang jumped towards the cavalryman who was coming from the left. The cavalryman hurriedly raised his long sword to resist. The stone sword hit the long sword and shattered. The stone sword was solid. Hit him on the head.

Another person fell to the ground.

All this was done almost in a flash of lightning. Qin Lang knocked out two people in a row and his confidence suddenly increased. The stone sword in his hand was extremely hard, and he repeatedly avoided more than a dozen cavalry who were attacking from all sides.

Stab left, pick right, chop upward, chop downward.

All he could see was a black shadow bouncing around in the sand rolled up by the horses' hooves. Twenty cavalrymen were dismounted by him in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, I told you not to mess around. I'm very powerful."

Qin Lang stood on the stone beside him with the stone sword and was very proud. He never thought that he could be so powerful without using the power of Sanqing. His body was washed clean by the light of the sky. It was very difficult for him to move when he was learning martial arts from his grandfather. They can all be used.

"Master, master." Wang Xiang, who was hiding behind another stone, limped out and fell to the ground: "Master, accept me as your disciple!"

He saw everything that just happened. It was simply unbelievable that one person could fight against twenty cavalrymen.

Qin Lang put down the stone sword and touched his nose and said, "I am not a person here. It is not good to have a tail, but I am a newbie here and I don't even know where I am. At least I need a guide."

So he advised: "I won't accept you as my apprentice. As for teaching you one and a half moves, there is no problem. You can first find a rope to tie them up." As he said this, he saw Wang Tingting looking at him with a strange look, and he was excited. He had completely forgotten about the bet he had just made: "Don't look at it. Although my brother is handsome, he is thin-skinned. If you look at me like that, I will be shy. Go and help your brother."

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After a while, Wang Xiang and his sister finally tied up a group of people and called Qin Lang who was dozing beside him. Qin Lang sucked the saliva from his mouth and was surprised to see Wang Tingting's hand full of blood. Asked: "What did you two do? Not to mention killing them?"

"No, no." Wang Tingting waved her hands repeatedly.

"More than a hundred people died outside. There was no rope, so we took off their clothes." Wang Xiang explained, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes.

"Tear off the clothes of a dead person!" How could Qin Lang, as a good young man of the new generation, accept the idea of ​​inserting the stone sword on the ground and yelling: "How can you take off the clothes of a dead person? Don't you two have any compassion? He should have died. It’s miserable enough, dying without any clothes to wear, what kind of world is this..."

He yelled at the two of them, and when he saw Wang Tingting lowering her head to wipe her tears, he realized that he seemed to have scolded a little too much, and it was not their fault. He could only blame himself for not thinking clearly, that's all. He sighed and asked Said: "Who killed them?"

"The Blood Cavalry."

"I'll do it." Qin Lang didn't expect that it was these laborious bastards who rushed out of the canyon. He saw corpses everywhere on the yellow sand. The smell of blood in the air almost made him vomit. He looked at this with a pale face. Qin Lang, who grew up in the new era, had never seen such a scene before. His stomach was churning, and he squatted on the ground for a long time before he stood up and ran towards the canyon with a gloomy face.

Wang Xiang and Wang Tingting were just a little pale, and they had obviously adapted to such a scene.

"Get up, get the fuck up." Qin Lang's roar came from the canyon. He kicked each one one by one. The cavalrymen woke up from his fierce kicks and looked at him in horror. Qin Lang's strength

, it is a nightmare in their minds.

"Who the hell, you all think you are, killing people randomly, why don't you kill yourself." Qin Lang stood in front of twenty people with a gloomy face, looking for the captain and boss Hu Wei, but there was no trace of him.

"Okay, okay. You can run fast." Qin Lang turned his back and looked out of the canyon. He resisted the stone sword and turned to stare at the crowd and shouted: "You all need to squat on your horse and repent, quickly!"

A strange "landscape" appeared in the canyon.

Twenty cavalrymen in leather armor were squatting on their horses with their hands raised above their heads. A handsome young man was walking around with a mean-looking black stone sword on his shoulder and cursing at his mouth.

Stand still...

Don't swing your legs...

Bend down...

Does your mother know how to squat on horseback? Steady, steady.

Wang Xiang stared at all this with his mouth agape. Ever since he was a child, he had never dared to think that the Bloody Cavalry Regiment would be experiencing what it is today. He stared at Qin Lang, whose face was serious and cursing. He had already worshiped him like a god.

Maybe he was sent by the Holy See to rescue us.

Wang Tingting stood aside blankly, looking at Qin Lang's looming face in the darkness, his thick eyebrows, thick lips... Her heart was beating wildly.

"Do you admit your mistake?" Qin Lang put down his stone sword and asked loudly.

"Admit it, admit it..." A group of cavalrymen have been standing on horseback for about an hour. They who are usually domineering have never been treated like this. Most of them have numb legs and feet and really want to straighten up or simply sleep.

It would be much better to be like that on earth than to suffer now.

"What did you realize?" At this time, Qin Lang was like a teacher nagging endlessly, staring at the cavalry in the middle.

"You shouldn't kill people." He said tremblingly.

"Killing is wrong and illegal!" Qin Lang emphasized word by word. For a child of the new era, he has been deeply influenced by laws and regulations since childhood, and the law of murder has penetrated into his bones.

"Yes...yes..." Facing Qin Lang's powerful strength, the twenty cavalrymen had no room for resistance and could only respond obediently.

"Killing is wrong, we are all bad people, recite it to me ten times." Qin Lang withdrew his eyes, turned around and gave Wang Tingting a small wink.

"That's not right, bad guy...bad guy..." the voice sounded loud and clear ten times in a row.

"Get lost!" Qin Lang waved his hand.

The twenty cavalrymen were stunned for a moment. No one thought that Qin Lang would let them go so easily.

"Master, don't let them go." Wang Xiang became anxious when he heard that these guys were gone and the three of them would not have a good life in Baoding.

Qin Lang knew what he was doing, his bosses had all run away, so why were he holding them captive? These people did not pose a threat to him anyway.

"Really let us go?" asked the cavalryman on the far left who thought he had a big nose.

Qin Lang looked sideways at him: "Do you think what I said was a lie?"

All the cavalrymen looked at each other and were filled with joy. The big-nosed cavalryman tried to stand up and saw that he didn't make a move, so he bowed his hands and saluted: "I, Liu Cheng, will remember today's kindness." After saying that, he turned around and fled out of the canyon.

Seeing that he left successfully, the others fled in a hurry. No one wanted to stay in front of this perverted mysterious man for one more minute. Every more minute would be more dangerous. Who knows if he would change his mind and kill us all.

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"Don't..." Wang Xiang let out a long sigh. This does not mean letting the tiger go back to the mountain, which will definitely lead to endless troubles.

Qin Lang saw what he was thinking and patted his shoulder: "They are not tigers, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, if they are tigers, I will be Wu Song, the tiger hunter on Jingyanggang. What are you afraid of? I have everything."

"Jingyanggang? Wu Song."

Although Wang Xiang had never heard Wu Song's story and could guess what it meant, he still couldn't let it go. But it didn't matter that he and his sister's lives were saved by him. He looked at the dark mouth of the canyon and listened to the sound of the canyon.

The sound of running outside his mouth gradually faded away and he lowered his head helplessly.

"By the way, you all have to tell me where this place is." Although Qin Lang had problems with his Sanqing Dao power when he first arrived here, his first try was much better than expected. He was in a good mood. He just wanted to ask about the situation quickly.

Find the way home. Zhao Shuang and Fatty are both at home. He also wants to go back to Yukong Flying to show off to the two of them. Thinking of the expressions that the two of them might have, he couldn't help laughing.

"This is a barren land in the Soaring Dragon Continent. How could my benefactor ask such a question?" The person who answered him was Wang Tingting. She had been in a state of nervousness just now, but at this moment, Wang Tingting's voice sounded soft and pure, which was quite flavorful.

Of course, it was impossible for Qin Lang to tell the two of them that he was from another place and joked: "Of course I know this is the Soaring Dragon Continent, but I just took the wrong direction while traveling and don't know where I ended up."

"Benefactor..." Wang Tingting said again, Qin Lang reached out to interrupt her: "Don't call me benefactor, it sounds awkward."

"Expert?"

"Don't call me like that, call me Qin Lang, Yun Duoyun, Li Yi Yi, and remember that I am very handsome."

…

The sky was slightly bright. Qin Lang dug a large sand pit alone and buried all the dead refugees. Wang Tingting picked up some clean cloth and bandaged her brother's wounds.

Qin Lang looked at the newly erected tombs outside the canyon and looked up at the endless yellow sand outside the canyon. He knew that what he had worked so hard to do would disappear into the yellow sand in a few days and he could only sigh.

He waved his hands to the two people behind him.

"Walk."

He wants to leave, and he really wants to go back. So he has to walk out. The two people he has rescued so far are his only guides.

"Where are you two going to take me?"

"Boss, let's go join the refugee tribe!" Wang Xiang was full of confidence. It was a miracle that a refugee could survive to this day.

"Where is the refugee tribe? Why are you being hunted by them?"

…

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Wang Xiang took his sister and Qin Lang out of the abyss of death and headed northwest. Qin Lang learned about his brother and sister along the way.

The barren land is suffering from a drought that has not been experienced in thousands of years. The desert continues to expand eastward due to bad weather, eroding the farming apprentices. The village of Wang Xiang and his sister were buried by wind and sand. They planned to move eastward, but they did not expect that Donglong City

The city lord was afraid that too many refugees would affect his city, so he sent a large group of cavalry to chase them down.

As for the refugee tribe, it is a gathering place for refugees. The refugees could not move eastward, so they gradually gathered together to protect themselves.

This is where Wang Xiang and his sister wanted to seek refuge. Qin Lang wanted to find a way home, but he didn't know how to get there. He could only hope that Sanqing's Taoist power would recover, so he followed the two brothers and sisters to the refugee tribe. He woke up from

The current culture can be sure that this is an era of cold weapons. There are no guns, no cannons, and no lights and computers. No wonder such cruel things happen in such a backward world.

All the way through Wang Tingting's mouth, Qin Lang felt the hatred of the refugees towards the lord of Donglong City, and he believed that he would be overthrown sooner or later, but from his perspective, it didn't seem to have much to do with him.

After walking and walking in the desert, the three of them finally saw a little green appearing in the depths of the desert as the sun set.

"We're here, we're at the refugee tribe, brother." Wang Tingting was jumping up and down happily, as if there was paradise. Qin Lang covered the dazzling sunlight with his hands and looked at the bright green and sighed: "The desert oasis is really a place of life.

land."

The desert is solitary and the sun is setting over the long river. Qin Lang, who was gradually approaching the oasis, looked at the setting sun and thought he could feel a certain poet's description of the desert. However, when they were less than 200 meters away from the oasis, the three of them

Everyone noticed the chaos in the oasis.

A small group of more than ten cavalrymen were burning, killing, and looting the refugee settlements in the oasis. The scattered refugees were causing chaos. Their tents were burned, their food was burned, and the cries and smoke were heartbreaking.

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"Fuck, what the hell is going on." Qin Lang became angry and ordered the Wang Xiang brothers and sisters: "You two hide first, I will come back as soon as I go." After that, he ran straight towards the oasis. In a sense,

Qin Lang has a fiery heart and it is impossible for him to let evil and unfair things wander in front of his eyes. This is the result of his grandfather's teachings since he was young. When his grandfather taught him martial arts for the first time, he told him that martial arts is absolutely

It is not used to be competitive, it is used to protect oneself and preserve life.

The galloping cavalry in the oasis were killing lives. He had not saved anyone outside the canyon before, but now it was right in front of him. How could he let it go?

He ran quickly towards the nearest cavalryman, jumped up and punched the horse. The horse fell to the ground with a hiss in pain. The cavalryman on the horse was shocked before he even took out his sword, and a black foot had already kicked him in front of his eyes.

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After kicking the cavalry unconscious, Qin Lang suddenly saw two tall and broad men fighting with three cavalry among the refugees. The cavalry had a tacit understanding of their arms and attacked the two men, but they were unable to fight back.

The two men were not afraid. A steel knife hit the one on the left. He grabbed the handle of the knife and dragged the person holding the knife off the horse. The other person took this opportunity to slap him hard.

The sword-wielding cavalryman smashed the man's head in the face.

The strength is amazing! (To be continued...)