Chapter 88 Bandits appear

"Huh...Huh..."

A burst of rapid shouting, mixed with the ensuing noise, finally completely broke the lifeless silence in Qingyungang!

The three people in the car were shocked and looked at each other. Chen Yi picked up the long black knife and got up and got out of the car. Regardless of the wind and rain outside, he went out. Liu Han seemed to be a little puzzled, stunned, lifted the curtain and looked out.

His face quickly turned gloomy, with a trace of anger, frowned and said, "This thief is really hungry like a wolf."

Yin Yifan couldn't help narrowing his eyes, looked through the curtain, and couldn't help but be stunned. Two big trees, broken with lazy waists, fell across the mud of the ancient road and cut off the way, which was obviously man-made. Thinking of this, he couldn't help standing up and getting out of the car with Liugang's figure.

As soon as he came out and his feet fell into the mud, Yin Yifan only felt that the cold wind was coming with rain, and a coldness was imprinted into his heart.

In front of the convoy, and even the jungle on both sides, it was supposed to be surrounded by a dead silence, but now there was an urgent noise. With the rapid movement of the dense figure, Yin Yifan couldn't help sighing and said, "It seems that you are quite unlucky."

Finally, at a glance, there was a gang of about hundreds of bandits surrounded the convoy and blocked all the way. They all looked fierce, with fierce faces, armed weapons, and were not afraid of wind and rain at all, and looked at everyone in the whole team.

The first middle-aged man, ** with an upper body and a spear on his shoulder. Born five or four thick, tall, a pair of thick eyebrows, horizontally above the big eyes. The black skin color, with a murderous atmosphere, is not angry and majestic. Looking at the people in the convoy, there was a little cold and cruelty in their eyes.

The corners of his mouth grinned and his voice was thunderous. He said, "Haha, the person who came is a guest. When I arrived at Qingyungang, I, Qingyun Gang, have met him far away." After saying that, the spear shook and went straight into the fallen tree in front of him. With a hissing crackling sound, the debris flew across, and the big tree turned pale.

Chen Zhi walked slowly and walked in the front of the team. His face was not very beautiful, but he still suppressed his anger, arched his hand, and said politely, "The world is big, meeting is fate. I hope you can raise your hand and let me wait there."

"Hahaha." First, the big man laughed on his back, and then Qingyun helped a group of gangs to agree, piercing in the gray world, which was particularly powerful.

The middle-aged man slowly took a few steps. On his face, with a playful smile, a pair of tigers looked straight at Chen Zhi. Immediately, he pulled up the spear inserted in the ground with one hand, and his face suddenly became fierce. He said, "It's all a fool's meal. There's nothing to raise your hand without raising your hand. What's more, this is a product of the iron industry. I'm very greedy!"

"Hmm?"

Chen Zhi's eyebrows trembled, and his face suddenly became grim. The long knife that had been hanging suddenly lit up and said, "So there is nothing to say?"

He stopped talking nonsense and took a few steps, and the swaying blue and black knife shone with a breathtaking cold light, reflected in everyone's eyes, and couldn't help but ignite the blood in everyone's body.

"Hey, fight and kill, I like it the most." The middle-aged man's spear shook and said in a cold voice. He was originally a master of Siyuanjing. He fell in this Qingyungang and has always been invincible. In the way of eating soft but not hard, he travels to and from business. If there is nothing big*, he naturally wants to say hello.

"Kill..."

I don't know who shouted, which made the tense atmosphere on the mountain road fierce.

Chen Zhi took a few quick steps, jumped, stepped over the big tree in front of him, and pressed it with a knife towards the middle-aged man. The green Yuanli suddenly rose and stirred up in the rain.

"With the strength of the middle of the four yuan, where is not a big man? Why do you fall into the grass and become a bandit? Isn't it a self-broken future?"

Chen Zhi shouted loudly and waved his knife. In mid-air, he pulled out a long wave of air. At that time, the falling rain was also scratched and flew away fiercely.

"Bum!"

A middle-aged man's spear was separated, and the soles of his feet splashed with mud. At that time, he rose up and stabbed towards Chen Zhi. The green light was deeper than the others. He shouted angrily and said, "Hmm, I was trampled on the soles of my feet. I'm not going to do it. It's better to drink blood and die like this, life and die!"

"I'm obsessed!"

Chen Zhi waved his knife and shouted in a low voice, "Senluo Damuzhan!"

At that moment, the long knife in his hand swept up a strong dark green color, and a thick force burst out, as if suddenly stretched out countless tree trunks, and violently attacked the middle-aged man, like hundreds of knife lights, straight away!

"Boom!"

The momentum*, in the face of the fierce attack from the cover, the middle-aged man moved his footsteps and shuttled at a speed that did not match his body. For a moment, he actually avoided many offensives. Several tricky and strange powers were also broken and dispersed by him with a spear.

But even so, ordinary bandits did not have such strength. When they got close, they were also attacked and wailed all over the time. With a mess within ten feet in front of Chen Zhi, I don't know how many bandits fell for a moment. In the mud, it suddenly dyed red, emitting a smell of blood, which made people feel frimson.

"Hmm!"

The middle-aged man was stable. He turned his head and saw this scene. His face was as cold as water. He turned around and stared at Chen Zhi with hatred. He shouted and said, "You're going to die!"

Angry Dragon Spin!

With the sound of his words falling, his spear was like a black dragon. The green power suddenly expanded and opened, with a sense of murder. It twisted and rolled in mid-air for a moment, and suddenly attacked Chen Zhi and the convoy behind him. The sound of the wind broke, and the people were panicked.

Yin Yifan frowned when he saw this, and he was a few feet behind Chen Zhi. It was Liu Gun standing next to him, and now he also raised the silver gun and was ready to stand ready. Yin Yifan gently patted the horse's back and made him pull the cart to avoid it. Then Mangsang's sword roared out and wanted to kill a bandit not far away.

"Keng!"

A fine light flashed by, and Yin Yifan's eyes turned and quickly picked up his sword. With the momentum, he flew up again, vigorously, and violently kicked the man back a few steps.

I only saw that the man was a thin middle-aged man, seemingly sven. But a gray robe has already been soaked by rain, with pieces of blood red on it. I don't know how much blood the iron guard has been drunk in this short period of time. He also had a long sword in his hand, shining brightly. He stepped back a few steps, raised his eyebrows, showed an evil look, and looked at Yin Yifan. For a moment, there seemed to be a trace of interest.

"Four-yuan strong man?"

Yin Yifan was slightly stunned, frowned, and said secretly in his heart. It is not easy for Yin Yifan to fight against such strong people.

"Deputy master of Qingyun Gang, Ding Lun!"

The thin middle-aged man raised his sword and slowly posed, with a faint turquoise surrounding his whole body.

"What nonsense?"

Yin Yifan ignored it and cut him off the horse. mang Shang's long sword trembled, and suddenly the chill burst out. He took a big step towards Ding Lun. Suddenly, there was a piece of frost in the mud, and even the rain around him was condensed and fell to the ground.

"He gave it to me!"

Liugang suddenly flashed in front of Yin Yifan, looked at Ding Lun, and said lumly.

Yin Yifan was slightly stunned, took a look at Liu ang, and then nodded silently and said, "Be careful." Then no matter what happened to the two of them, they took a straight step towards the tragic circle in the distance.

"Zizz!"

The low-cut sound of ice spread all the way. The next moment, Yin Yifan's long sword was full of frost, and the light blue ice stretched out, a few feet long.

"Boom!"

The icy sword, like a giant's arm, made almost no moves and suddenly bombarded a group of ordinary bandits. After nearly half a year of progress, he has almost finished the second practice of the nine parts, only the last step away, attaching the ice to the surface of his body and turning it into ice armor. With Yin Yifan's current strength, although he is a little reluctant to the strong in the four-yuan realm, he is naturally not able to compete with these ordinary two-yuan bandits.

"Ah ah." When did such a thief see such a strange attack? He couldn't avoid it and made a miserable sound for a while.

"Good boy, I can't see that it's hidden!"

Another middle-aged man of the Qingyun Gang, whose strength is at the peak, named Ding Lang, is the younger brother of Ding Lun, the deputy leader. Just as he was killed, he inadvertently discovered Yin Yifan in this place. With such a rapid situation, he couldn't help but raise his interest.

Yin Yifan stopped his sword, and his face was just indifferent. He slowly turned around and saw Ding Lang cutting with a knife. A dark blue knife light came out of the sword. On the mountain road, a deep gully was ploughed and attacked Yin Yifan.

The cold wind rolled up by the knife pierced Yin Yifan's face, like a steel knife, and he had to cut off a piece of meat. The raindrops were violently blown by the wind and hit my face, and I didn't feel a little pain.

Yin Yifan took a breath and seemed to calm down. He immediately narrowed his eyes and said secretly, "The peak strength of Sanyuanjing, try hard!"

The meaning of the military character! The third king was killed!

His long sword shook, and the ice body exploded away. Once again, a four-foot sword body appeared, and the vast color flashed faintly. After a moment of silence, the knife released by Ding Lang was only ten feet away from his body. His long sword stood in front of him, and his other hand quickly knotted half a soldier's fingerprint and shouted in a low voice.

For a moment, Ding Lang only felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and the dark blue knife that was a few feet high suddenly stopped. Crackling, as if the ice had broken, and all of them cracked and fell one by one.

With a bang, Yin Yifan's figure seemed to be a streamer, full of blue light and shadow, shuttled through the knife light, and a huge sword light suddenly emerged and rushed towards Ding Lang.

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