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Chapter 53 The mist is rising

Frightened by the fierce shouts, everyone couldn't help but step back. At this time, the door creaked and opened, and two figures, one fat and one thin, stretched out, yawned, and walked over casually.

Holding everyone behind, the second heroes looked at the opposite side with contempt and had a strong demeanor. This is a common trick, to win and lose, and to defeat, you must overwhelm the opponent in momentum before starting the battle.

"The two heroes of Yin and Yang are here, don't be arrogant!"

"Haha, what two heroes?"

"The two heroes of Yin and Yang!"

"Bah, get out of here. Get in handing over the person quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

"No shame!" Walking in the world, the two heroes also want to be shamed. How can they tolerate being so humiliated? The next second, the eyes suddenly sank, and the breath of two star souls suddenly exploded. However, when five star souls burst out on the other side, the corners of their eyes couldn't help but tremble, and the tone of them also changed, "Everyone is from the world, and the mountains and rivers do not turn around. Can you give my brother a thin face?"

Both of them are the soul genius of the same star, but there are also differences in strength and weakness. The five bandits who are of extraordinary aura, and the weakest ones are a little stronger than the two heroes. Although the rest are not soul geniuses, they are definitely not vulgar people. Perhaps they have seen too much blood, and their eyes are slightly red and full of hostility.

"Either hand over the person or... die!"

The cold voice fell, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The black mask covered the face, and the bandits were imposing. The Yin-Yang Heroes frowned, and they were nervous in anger. As for the villagers, their faces were already panicked. They originally thought that the Yin-Yang Heroes could settle the matter, but they did not know that the bandits would not give face at all.

Wu Feng stood at the end of the crowd, frowned slightly, trying to find some clues from the bandits' dress, but there was no clue. However, he nodded secretly to the performance of the two heroes of Yin and Yang. These two men were a little greedy, and they did not act like a turtle in the face of the battle to show that they still value morality.

"Which strand do you belong to?"

"What? Want to take revenge in the future? I'm afraid you don't have the courage. Black Dragon Gang!"

The eyes of the two heroes of Yin and Yang sank again. Who has never heard of the three words "Black Dragon Gang" that have been living in the world for many years?

The three words "Black Dragon Gang" also hovered in Wu Feng's mind. After a moment, he was slightly surprised. Before parting with Qiong Jue and others, Zhao Hu specifically mentioned the Black Dragon Gang.

Because of Zhao Hu, the Black Dragon Gang is a thief in Wu Feng's subconscious mind. The Green Forest hero never thought of doing such a dirty thing, but there was still a trace of suspicion in his heart.

The two heroes looked at each other and could see the solemnity in each other's eyes. The Black Dragon Gang was not something they could provoke, but they still held their aura and did not give in.

"So it's a hero from the Black Dragon Gang. I have a good relationship with you, Little Leader He Lei. We don't want the girl who was captured by you before. As for the matter of slaughtering the village, let's forget it!"

The two heroes bowed and waited for the answer nervously. When they saw the person who led the lead smiles, the pressure on their hearts finally weakened slightly.

At this time, Wu Feng also focused his attention on the leader. Judging from the soul power, the latter was not weaker than himself, especially the long sword that was vertical to the ground, the blade refracted the sunlight, which was extremely dazzling.

The leader took two steps forward with his sword across the horse, but he didn't know that the smile on the corner of his eyes was a vicious sneer. As the sneer suddenly disappeared, the long sword raised high, then roared down and slashed at the two heroes.

"I really think we Yin and Yang heroes are afraid of you?"

The two heroes dodged left and right, and the long sword slashed heavily from among them. The power was so great that half of the back of the sword was inserted into the ground, which completely aroused the two heroes' anger. The next second after dodging the long sword, they urged their soul power to the extreme and attacked them.

"Haha, seeking death. Brothers, slaughter the village!"

The leader fought against two, then shouted loudly after coldly. Under his roar, all the bandits rushed towards the villagers, like wolves pounced on the sheep pen, and screams burst out.

With one sword, the two heroes of Yin and Yang were shocked away, and the leader sneered: "Learn to meddle in other people's business? Don't look at how much you have."

The two heroes of Yin and Yang were panting, and even if they fought with more and less, they were obviously at a disadvantage. However, when they looked back quickly, surprise suddenly emerged in their solemn eyes, and screams sounded, but it was not from the mouth of the villagers. A tall figure rushed through the bandits. Wherever they passed, people were scattered and flesh was splattering, which was tragic.

"Students robbed? Don't urinate and take a look!" The two Yin and Yang heroes replied sneered.

Finally, I realized something was wrong. When my vicious eyes locked on the tall figure, I shouted angrily and took the knife away.

"We brothers haven't had enough fun yet, where can we leave!"

The villagers are Mianyang, the bandits are hungry wolves, while Wu Feng is a more fierce tiger. There is no fluctuation of soul power, and every punch and kick is pure power. The muffled sound of the body collision is powerful and heavy, simple and rough. When he stepped on a bandit's chest into flesh paste, his scream finally stopped. The village was covered with blood, with broken legs on the roof, broken arms hanging on the branches, and almost no one was intact. It was not that Wu Feng was too cruel, but that these people were too unbearable to beat.

Seeing such a bloody scene, the villagers were completely shocked, and their hands like dead leaves kept trembling. The old man took a deep breath, but fortunately he did not block the tall killing god outside the entrance of the village.

The eyes of the Yin and Yang heroes were also full of disbelief, and there was obvious horror. They had seen the world, but had never seen such a bloody or brutal scene.

The leader had long lost his previous Leng Ao. He took advantage of the two heroes' distractedness and ran away. However, he had just rolled onto the horse and came over with a flying leg.

‘Bang’

The powerful collision caused a deafening sound. The leader was kicked away from the horse's back like a kite with broken strings. The moment Wu Feng landed on the ground, dust and sand raised the soles of his feet again, like a sharp arrow shot from a strong bow, and rushed towards the direction where the leader landed on the ground.

The leader's internal organs were shaking. The power of this kick was too strong, but he was not a famous person. Seeing Wu Feng locking in himself again, his listless aura instantly regrouped. He grabbed the handle of the knife in the air, shouted angrily, and lifted the knife and slashed.

"Little brother, be careful!" Feeling the cold air dissipated from the blade, the two heroes were shocked. They suffered a lot of losses.

The soul power wrapped around the blade. This sword was undoubtedly the leader's strongest attack, but Wu Feng still had a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth. So what if it is stronger? It is stronger than Feng Xiu's Blood Palm Print? It is a yellow-level top-grade soul skill exerted by the two-star soul guru. The next second, facing the gale wind, he swung a heavy punch. Apart from the howling wind, there was still no fluctuation of soul power.

‘Bang!’

The loud bang exploded, the long sword broke, and the heavy punch hit the chest. The leader sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, rubbing the ground and knocking a thatched house into ruins.

The two heroes looked at each other and swallowed hard. The reminder just now was really unnecessary.

The steel fork in his hand fell to the ground for some reason. Da Zhuang Mu Ruo was stunned, probably because he recalled the scene of treating people with soldiers a few days ago.

"God will protect you with kindness!" The wrinkles on his face gradually stretched out. The old man looked up at the sky and murmured, "If he turned Wu Feng away that day, how could he survive the disaster today?"

Stepping on the heavy side, Wu Feng walked towards the ruins step by step, and after a storm, he pulled out a embarrassed figure.

"If you answer two questions, you will let you go."

"Who are you?" He stepped on the leader and his cold eyes drooped down. Wu Feng was always skeptical about the identity of these bandits. Birds of a feather flocked to the crowd. He believed in Zhao Hu.

"Are you deaf? Cough... I'm from the Black Dragon Gang!" Cough and asthma were bleeding, but the leader did not surrender and stared at Wu Feng with his blood-red eyes.

"Where are those girls taken by you?" The leader's answer was expected, and Wu Feng then asked the second question.

"I'm dead, I want to find them, go to the underworld!" The leader replied with a sneer, biting his teeth, his body stiffened, and thick black blood slowly flowed out from behind the mask.

Wu Feng hurriedly pulled off the mask, and the leader bleeding from his seven orifices, and there was no hope of life. But what surprised Wu Feng even more was that the latter's face seemed to have been burnt and had been completely disfigured.

The second heroes came over with a very calm expression and said, "This is a tooth poison, which is usually equipped with a dead soldier. Once the mission fails, the dead soldier will bite the poison bag hidden between the teeth and kill himself! Their real identity may not be the Black Dragon Gang!"

Hearing the words of the two heroes, Wu Feng nodded undeniably.

At this time, the villagers also came over. The old man looked at the bloody leader of the seven orifices and said seriously to Wu Feng: "Little brother, the other bandits have the same faces as him!"

He stood up slowly and threw away the black mask. Wu Feng frowned slightly. His suspicion was confirmed in another aspect. Although the Black Dragon Gang was strong, he was just an ordinary bandit and had nothing to do with the word "dead soldier". But why did the leader say that he was a member of the Black Dragon Gang when he died?

Just as Wu Feng was troubled by the mystery, a sound of kneeling on the ground sounded.

"Thank you for helping me, brother!"

"The old man is so angry!" Wu Feng said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid those girls can't be found. You can handle the funeral as soon as possible and then leave here."

The old man choked and nodded.

"Don't worry, little brother, we two will escort them to a safe place."

Wu Feng smiled slightly and bowed to show his respect. Greedy for money and profit is a hobby, and valuing affection and righteousness is his nature. These two heroes of Yin and Yang... are okay!

"Little brother, are you interested in joining the "Zhongyi Alliance"? There are chivalrous people like us in it." Erxia raised his eyebrows and continued, but Wu Feng's words made them ashamed.

"Are you joining you to cheat?"

Wu Feng laughed and rode a fast horse and left.
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