V1.Chapter 47

He Yiming's hand was like electricity, and a soft palm took the life of the man in gray.

This time he shot as fast as lightning, and there was no pressure in his heart. After killing this person and taking off the gray clothes and the black scarf on his head, he remembered that he had killed another person.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. Is this the first time, the second time, and practice makes perfect?

However, he Yiming didn't have much burden in his heart to kill these robbers who killed casually in order to steal treasure for selfish purposes, but he Yiming had a faint sense of excitement.

This is very different from what he felt after killing Hu bin at the beginning. Maybe he is really used to killing.

With a pick on his toes, he took the man's fallen knife in his hand. Although he didn't learn a special knife technique, the Kaishan 36 style can also be transformed into a knife technique. If in a crisis, this martial art can definitely stop God and Buddha from killing Buddha.

A wrong step, has entered the courtyard.

A pungent smell of blood came to my face. This originally elegant and beautiful courtyard has now been dyed red by blood.

Four grey masked men frantically took knives and cut at all moving creatures, but in front of each of them, there were several Zhuang Ding desperately entangled. Their every move is extremely dangerous, as if life and death are on the line.

At the moment, the hospital is full of floating corpses, old and weak women and children.

However, the battlefield that really decides the victory or defeat is in the middle of the courtyard. The leading man is fighting with Cheng Ningsheng, which is very happy.

They all know that this is the most critical moment, and what they have learned in their life has been put into full play.

The head man held a big knife, the blade was cold and fierce, and there was a thin red line on it, which seemed to be full of blood, giving people a strange feeling. Under his waving, the sky was full of shining knife light, reflecting the flames under the night sky, like a bloody white light fluttering.

But Cheng Ningsheng, who was against him, was old and strong. He held a crutch in his hand. It seemed dark and inconspicuous, but it was completely made of refined steel, weighing up to 86 Jin.

Such a heavy crutch, waved by the old man, although it is not as dazzling as the other party, it is plain but also contains great power.

Both sides showed all their skills, but in a moment, no one could do anything to win the other.

He Yiming was at a loss when he suddenly heard the leader burst out, "idiot, grab the box."

He Yiming was stunned slightly, and then he Yiming realized that this person was talking to himself. He glanced and saw that a red wooden box was falling on the ground outside the two men's battle group.

He Yiming's eyes lit up when he saw this thing. Of course, he knew what was in it. Immediately jumped over and easily took it into his hands.

His heart was full of exclamation. Before coming here, he never thought that he would get this thing so easily. Is God helping himself?

Cheng Ningsheng suddenly shouted violently. He looked at he Yiming tightly, with a ferocious look on his face. The crutches in his hand suddenly came out, with a sharp breaking wind, flying towards he Yiming like lightning.

If he Yiming is really the big man in grey and masked, I'm afraid he can't escape the sneak attack of this crutch anyway at the moment. But now that he changed people, he immediately bent down, rolled on the spot, ran out like a civet cat, and followed the direction of coming out of the courtyard.

That crutch was inserted on the wall like lightning, and the huge force made half of the crutch pierce through, and it was still shaking violently on the wall. It can be seen from this that how powerful the attack of Master Cheng with anger contains.

Cheng Ningsheng shouted loudly, but the masked man behind him laughed loudly. A big knife made him superb and completely shrouded the body of Master Cheng.

After losing the suitable weapon, Cheng Ningsheng immediately felt the pressure doubled. He immediately understood that if he thought about the Millennium blood ginseng again, he was afraid that he would really die under this good knife hand today.

After years of experience, Master Cheng finally calmed down at the critical moment of life and death. He played the same strong fighting power between his palms. Although he could not recover his disadvantage under the steady fight, it was impossible for the other party to kill him in a short time.

He Yiming took the mahogany box and fled the courtyard quickly. However, as soon as he came out, he heard someone shout angrily, and a strong internal force came from the front.

Glancing at the corner of his eye, he had recognized this man, who was the first master of the second generation of the Cheng family, Cheng Jiahui, whose internal strength cultivation had reached the eighth peak.

As long as you look at his untidy clothes and embarrassed appearance at the moment, you know that he is also hearing the news here, thinking of the old man and the Millennium blood ginseng, so he rushed here.

He Yiming secretly called bad luck in his heart. If this person came a moment late, he would have escaped.

Facing a powerful attack from an eight level internal strength master, even he Yiming dared not neglect it at all. However, just as he raised his palm, a strange idea of blaming Jiang Dong suddenly flashed in his heart.

The fire skill in the body ran quickly, and in an instant it had climbed to the Ninth level.

He Yiming raised his right palm, which had become extremely bright red, like a layer of red paint, which made people faint and cold.

At the same time, a powerful hot wave spread from his palm, which was a special wonderful effect caused by the extreme use of the fire skill and the full play of the essence of this skill.

Cheng Jiahui's face instantly became extremely shocked. As the first person of the second generation of the Cheng family, he only needed a glance to recognize the origin of this skill. And it has been judged that with the power of this palm, I'm afraid it's not something he can resist.

But at the moment, he was already riding a tiger, and there was no room for turning around.

With a loud bang, he Yiming stood there and shook a little, and then immediately flew out like an arrow.

Cheng Jiahui's body flew upside down, bending two fist thick trees in the air, flew over the precious flowers and plants in the garden, and hit the thick soil wall of the courtyard heavily.

However, when he saw that the man in gray did not continue to pursue and kill, but fled in a panic, he was relieved. However, after this accident, not to mention that he has been injured internally, even if he is as good as before, he has no courage to continue to pursue and kill.

I breathed deeply for several times, and the burning feeling in my body was much better. Cheng Jiahui gritted his teeth, lifted his internal strength, forcibly suppressed the injury, and quickly entered the inner courtyard. As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, his eyes immediately turned red. However, he Yiming's eyes are far more vicious than he Yiming's.

He suddenly turned around and didn't rush to his father's battle group, but flew to the four gray men who had the upper hand. In front of a crazy eight layer inner strength cultivator, the four cultivators with only five layers of inner strength had no resistance at all. They were just a face-to-face, and were shocked out by Cheng Jiahui and his weapons.

In mid air, the four of them had already vomited blood and died, and the dead couldn't die anymore.

Then, Cheng Jiahui turned around and came to the wall, struggling to pull out the old man's iron crutch. After all this, his body shook slightly, especially when he pulled out the iron bar just now. The injury between his internal organs was almost uncontrollable.

The head of the masked man suddenly snorted coldly. The light of the knife turned and closed, and his feet were slightly forced. He had flown away. He came here to seize the treasure, not to destroy the Cheng family. Since his men had taken the treasure away, he certainly wouldn't bother here anymore.

Father Cheng didn't expect this change, but he watched this person go away. Although there was endless malice in his eyes, his body stood firmly in place and didn't mean to pursue.

A bleak long roar sounded in the Cheng mansion. As soon as the gray clothes people who killed and set fire everywhere heard this sound, they immediately whistled in unison, and then turned around and left.

They created boundless blood in the whole Cheng mansion. It's not surprising that they were prepared to attack unprepared. The most important thing is that this group of people are obviously familiar with this tactic. Once the leader gives an order, no matter what they are doing, as long as they can move, they immediately leave without hesitation.

As for the people in Cheng mansion, they were already in panic. Since these evil spirits retreated by themselves, naturally no one dared to catch up.

These people did not stay in the county city, but quickly gathered towards the west gate. When they arrived at the west gate, they immediately rushed out of the door.

With a nine layer internal strength master like the grey coat leader in charge, it's a piece of cake to snatch a small defenseless County gate from the inside.

They left the county through the city gate and immediately entered the deep mountains.

More than 50 people died after this battle. However, these people were men licking blood at the edge of the knife. Although their expression was a little gloomy, no one said anything. When they first set foot on this road, they already knew their final fate.

After the leader called everyone together, his eyes swept over everyone, and his face suddenly changed, and became more and more ugly.

Standing beside him, two people were surprised. One of them asked, "team Qiu, what's the matter with you?"

The head man's face was livid and said, "tie Laoliu got the ginseng box, but it's not here."

Everyone was suddenly silent. If tie Laoliu ran away with his treasure, then the pursuit waiting for him would be endless.

After a long time, the head man's eyes were full of fierce light. From his mouth, a cold voice seemed to burst out of the cracks of his teeth, word by word: "check it for me..."

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