"Just give it a try." a black cold light flashed in the eyes of the ancient wind, and a cold killing intention swept away from the ancient wind like a whirlwind of death.

Looking at the little whirlwind rolled up around the ancient wind, a dignified color flashed in the eyes of the wandering bandit leader.

"Don't worry about the others. Kill the boy first."

The bandit leader looked at the ancient wind and felt very uneasy.

"Kill."

The long sword was held high, and a bloody atmosphere of killing filled the air. It was particularly strong. The corners of the ancient wind's mouth were sneering, and the long sword in his hand was slowly raised.

"Kill."

It was a loud roar, and the long knife spun slightly, reflecting the shivering cold.

With the sound of horses' hooves everywhere, these bandits killed the ancient wind at the same time.

"Be careful with the ancient wind." Han Zhong's face changed and he was about to go to the rescue. So many people rushed to kill together. Even the five or six heavy martial arts would be chopped into meat and mud in an instant.

The ancient wind makes your toes light, your body jumps up, and the ghost steps of life and death are displayed. At the same time, this space was suddenly shrouded in a sense of sword. Everyone felt skin tingling. The sword meaning was too strong, which made them cold.

"The thunder is firm, the sword roars and thunders."

The radiance of the sword flashed, and a powerful sword Qi burst out. Those wandering bandits who rushed to kill only felt that their bodies were shrouded in a cold sword idea, and their hearts trembled.

Immediately, the deadly sword Qi came down from the sky with dozens of small thunders and chopped at the bandits who rushed to kill. Within ten feet of the ancient wind, Lei Yin roared and thunder kept falling. When the long sword crossed, the bandits threw off their horses one by one.

The broken limbs on the ground still smell burnt. In just a short moment, dozens of rogue bandits died in the hands of the ancient wind.

"Hiss..."

Everyone took a breath. Even Han Zhong was no exception. Such a powerful destructive power could not be achieved even if it was changed into a pure six fold martial arts cultivation.

Ye Qingling's jade hand covered his ruddy lips, and his beautiful eyes were full of unbelievable looks. It's too powerful. Dozens of bandits in Wuming territory were killed in an instant.

The bandit leader looked at the bodies falling from the horse's back. He was cold all over. The overbearing sword was too strong. Even if he faced it, he would die.

"Damn you, boy." the bandit leader roared after being shocked. These people were all brothers who lived and died with him. Unexpectedly, they were all buried here today. They all died in the hands of the little bastard in front of him.

"A murderer is a constant killer. Since you have decided to do this, you should be prepared to be killed by others." Gu Feng looked indifferent.

"General, let's retreat quickly. I'm afraid it's difficult for us to complete the task with this person on the other side." a rogue whispered next to the leader of the rogue.

The roving bandit leader's eyes twinkle. Now he knows the strength of the other party. It's really difficult to catch Ye Qingling from the hands of the ancient wind. But the thought of the consequences of failing to complete the task made his body tremble.

"I'll stop this boy. Go and catch the girl of Ye's family." the leader of the bandit clenched his teeth and said.

"Yes." the military order was like a mountain, and the other people looked solemn and said.

"Boy, I'll meet you." the bandit leader left Han Zhong and rushed straight at the ancient wind. The long knife in the hand is cut off, and a sharp sword is cut off. With a fierce breath, it cuts down against the ancient wind.

As for the other rogue bandits, they rushed towards Ye Qingling with long knives, one by one, fearless of death.

"Damn it, who are these guys?" Han Zhong's face changed greatly. Of course, he also saw some clues. Ordinary rogue bandits would never be like this. They had already retreated when they met strong enemies. Where are they like these people? They are as fierce as wolves. They are not like roving bandits, but more like soldiers.

"Soldiers?" Han Zhong's body trembled at the thought of this. Yes, this solemn killing intention, fierce and fearless spirit and strict queue are indeed possessed by soldiers.

"Dead."

Gu Feng stared at the wandering bandit leader who rushed over, snorted coldly, stepped on the ghost steps of life and death, pointed the tip of the sword, hit the key of the blade, and defeated it in an instant. And the ancient wind's sword was more swift and violent, like the black dragon going to sea, stabbing the throat of the wandering bandit leader.

Looking at the stabbing long sword, the cold awn on the tip of the sword made the wandering bandit leader stand upside down. The long knife in his hand was horizontal and blocked at his neck.

The corners of the ancient wind's mouth hung a sneer, and the long sword still stabbed down.

"Click"

With a soft sound, the tip of the sword penetrated the of the long knife and pierced into the throat of the wandering bandit leader.

"For... Why?"

The leader of the roving bandit widened his eyes, looked unbelievable, and squeezed out a few words from his throat.

"As a soldier, you don't protect your country, but you are willing to run away and kill your life, so you deserve to die." the ancient wind said coldly, and there was no emotion in your eyes.

Without looking at the corpse, the ancient wind turned back and showed his ghost steps of life and death, darting through the crowd.

The sword is flying and the blood splashes. The bandits are stabbed down by the ancient wind. Gradually, the bandits were finally unable to resist, and one of the young people saw the body of the bandit leader lying on the ground.

Suddenly he shouted in horror. As soon as the Lord died, the bandits had no power to fight again. After leaving hundreds of bodies, only 100 people escaped.

As for the Ye family's caravan, more than ten people died. After all, being besieged by so many people, they have been very lucky to survive.

"Gufeng, I really want to thank you this time." Han Zhong ordered the people to restrain their companions' bodies, then walked to Gufeng and said gratefully.

Gu Feng waved his hand and said, "Uncle Zhong, if you hadn't saved me, I'm afraid I would have fed the fish long ago, so I can't afford this word of thanks."

Ancient customs never think they are good people. Good people can't live long in this world. This time, if ye Qingling didn't wake him up and he was just a passer-by, he would be just a passer-by.

He has no reason to fight for irrelevant people, because it's not worth it.

"Cough"

Gu Feng's face was a little pale, coughed a few times, and finally ejected a mouthful of blood directly from his mouth.

"Gufeng, are you all right?" Ye Qingling hurriedly held Gufeng.

"It's okay. It's just that he exerted too much force, which affected the injury on his body. He'll be fine after a rest." he was seriously injured this time. He didn't recover and used his spiritual power, which led to the recurrence of the injury, but it's not very serious.

"Ancient wind, let's go up."

Ye Qingling opened his mouth and took the ancient wind into the carriage.