Ma Mingshan laughed. It took only a few minutes to start the robbery, and most of these people were swordsmen. Some people would definitely resist unwillingly, but he had patience. This process was a game of conquest, which little by little cut off people's will to resist. For him, it was a very fulfilling thing. As for this caravan, it would take action later and defeat these idle swordsmen and groups. At that time, they didn't need to work hard to get out of here.
At this time, an intermediate sword master suddenly drew out the sword in his hand, and the three sword students behind him also drew their swords. He immediately shouted: "Young and young men, let's go together!"
After shouting, he took the lead and rushed up. The four of them were too few than each other, but they had a taste of seeds.
Bang bang bang bang...
However, before these seeds sprouted, they were ruthlessly destroyed. They were no different from the previous Six-Phase Sword Masters, and they were all smashed back one by one, and one of them even lost an arm.
For a moment, the rest of the people seemed at a loss. Some wanted to help the sword, but they saw others preparing their belongings. Their original surname made them hesitate, not knowing whether they should do it or what to do.
Hula. More than a dozen robbers jumped over and suddenly punched the hesitant Jiansheng to the ground. Ma Mingshan was still confused and smashed the sword hilt with the head of the sword. Blood splattered all over his face, and his expression was extremely fierce.
A few Jiansheng who couldn't stand watching and wanted to take action were shocked, and they took out the money and gave it to both hands.
"Hmph!" A robber snatched the money over, "Damn, let me find a bronze on you, and I will castrate you." Then he kicked Jian Sheng fiercely behind the knee, causing him to kneel down. The robber snorted again and slammed the silver block in his hand: "Be a bitch, he still wants to set up a archway, bah!"
Seeing that his wallet was gradually bulging, Ma Mingshan licked a drop of blood splattered on the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, savored the taste, and grinned. This was the time to deal with the caravan. The swordsmen they hired would not meddle in other people's business, but now everyone's money has been in their pockets, and these people don't mind them anymore.
"Anyone who has paid the money can get out. I have no interest in your life." Ma Mingshan waved the sword in his hand and led the people to the caravan behind the crowd.
These people were all running away in a panic as if they were to have amnesty, as if they were about to say the end of the world. However, when these people ran out of a certain range, most of them stopped, including several injured Jiansheng, who needed treatment, while others built a pergola with their hands and looked at the caravan not far away, wanting to see what the result was. Several people were even thinking that there were so many goods and so few robbers, they might leave something for themselves to make up for the losses.
The caravan's swordsman group was on guard all the time, and the commander's face was not good-looking. He thought that so many people could break up these robbers without doing it themselves, but he didn't expect that they would succeed in the way they were like a decouple.
However, when he saw Lu Ming and others pushing the crowd away and rushing towards him, he snorted coldly in his heart, "Do I still need you, the weak and the young, to help me?" Just don't cause trouble."
The swordsman commander's face showed a hint of ruthlessness, but he made a simple gesture. All the swordsmen unfolded their formations one after another. A simple but fast-paced defensive sword formation suddenly took shape and pressed forward steadily.
Huh? Still knowing how to point the sword formation? Ma Mingshan was stunned for a moment, then grinned. He waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately evolved into a sword formation, showing the momentum of the sharp arrow and penetrated forward.
The two figures suddenly hedged together with sword light, and screams suddenly appeared in an instant. Ma Mingshan's fierce roar in the crowd was like thunder. Every time he screamed, the big sword with his hands would shake the opponent away with an absolute advantage or kill him directly.
The swordsman commander tried hard to cut the two robbers who were interspersed in, but because he was still on guard against the two crossbowmen not far away, he was slashed with a sword on his back by a pair of big swords. Fortunately, he was wearing soft armor and did not open his skin on the spot. However, the sword force was heavy, and the direct slashing on his body still made his eyes dark, and his heart was surging. He took a few breaths from the gap between his teeth and suppressed the tumbling blood. Seeing that in the melee, Ma Mingshan's big sword with both hands was extremely fierce. After killing one of his subordinates with one sword, he was staring at him with a grin, swung the sword grid and drove his subordinates' sword, and then rushed towards him.
The swordsman commander suddenly let out a roar and attacked the opponent very quickly. He killed a robber, but his sword was exhausted with all his strength. The sword force was not affected at all, and he stabbed Ma Mingshan almost madly.
Amid the sound of swords fighting, the swordsman commander suddenly withdrew, and blood was still gushing out of his mouth, but it was obvious that Ma Mingshan had no intention of letting him go. His steps were constantly moving, and the sword in his hand kept hitting his long sword with a bloody wind. Every time he smashed, the blood gushed out of the swordsman commander would increase by one point, and Ma Mingshan's grin would expand to a line.
The two teams flocked by, with only seven or eight people left in the swordsman group able to stand, while only five robbers fell down.
The people in the distance were shocked. The two teams with equal strength were so different in combat power. It seemed that their strength was not measured by the number of people. They had a very wise choice!
With a bang, looking at the swordsman commander who flew back seven or eight meters, Ma Mingshan waved his sword with both hands and shouted: "Who is the boss here?"
Lan Fengyu's heart was tightening with the blow of each sword, and at this moment he had to stand up with his teeth. Years of business experience kept him calm at this moment and said, "I am."
"Okay." Ma Mingshan laughed loudly, everything was as expected. Then he completely restrained his smile, looked at Lan Fengyu ferociously, and said coldly: "Do you want money or death?"
“Everything is needed.”
Hearing this very disharmonious voice, Ma Mingshan suddenly looked up and saw six people holding horses and squeezing out of the crowd. The one who spoke was the boy who had walked in front of him, with an indescribable smell on his face.
What does that mean? Ma Mingshan's brain involuntarily savored it, and gradually realized that this kind of look seemed to be something that he had when he looked at the dead, but how could he have it?
When Lan Fengyu saw Lu Ming standing in front of him, he immediately smiled bitterly, "Little brother, I'm sorry, this time I wanted to make friends with you, but I didn't expect it to drag you down. I'm really sorry. A hero doesn't suffer any loss at the moment. Forget it, just think I've never done business, it's no big deal. But little brother, you can stand up at this time, I'll make a promise to make friends with you. Let's find a place to have a good chat."
"Let's go? You know that I will take these goods with you very slowly. I have to report to the official, right?" Ma Mingshan's fierce eyes flashed: "It's been twenty years since I've eaten this bowl of rice. What kind of people have never seen? What kind of things have I never experienced? So, you have to die."
"Ah?" Lan Fengyu was stunned, not expecting that it would be the result.
"You all have to die!" Ma Mingshan pointed his sword at everyone in front of him: "However, this little girl doesn't have to die. You are pretty good-looking, tender and watery, which suits my taste very well, so you are very lucky. Now you can stand by me and you can enjoy your happiness."
Ma Mingshan pointed at the ground with his idle left hand, and his face was cold and arrogant and fierce. After all, at this time, the overall situation was decided.
"You? Now you go to the official to confess your guilt with us. You may be able to live a little longer."
Qing'er's voice was so crisp and tender here that Ma Mingshan felt itchy, and he ignored what she was saying. He sighed: "After the war, I was really hungry!"
"Oh? Our boss has fallen in love with you. That's your blessing. You dare to say such irrelevant words now? It seems that if you don't give you some colors, you won't know..." A robber kept calm enough. He walked forward in anger and reached out and grabbed Qing'er. Looking at the position where he reached out, he obviously wanted to take advantage of it.
At this time, Lu Ming nodded slightly at Qing'er, and then Qing'er drew her sword just as the other party "don't know" just now, and took the opportunity to pass through the bandit's throat.
"I don't know...uh..."
The robber was shocked and his breath suddenly broke. He grabbed the hand with a few strokes and wanted to stretch forward with force, but his head slowly tilted to the side and hit his own back with a clatter. There was only a layer of skin connected. Blood gushed out like an erupting volcano, instantly spraying out more than one meter high. In the late autumn sunshine, it emitted a slight heat.
Ah? Lan Fengyu looked along the blood spring, and was surprised to feel that his heels were lost and he couldn't even stand steadily. He couldn't imagine how such a little girl would have such energy?
"This sword is not bad, but the angle is not very good. Look here." Lu Ming put his left hand on the body that was about to fall, and his right hand pointed at the broken part of his neck: "The marks here show that your sword is not firmly grasped, so it creates a cut like a wave. And if you cut it flat just now, it will pass directly through this joint, instead of slashing it hard from the bones like now. Not only does it take power, the service life of your sword will be greatly shortened. If you are in a hard battle, you may soon lose the weapon."
Qing'er looked at her sword and saw a small but obvious shattering hole on it. She ticked obediently a few times on her little face, which was full of murderous aura. (To be continued.)