Three horse thieves were sitting and chatting by the fire camp. A wild boar was roasting on the fire, emitting a very strong fragrance. Little did they know that the fate of death was gradually approaching.
I saw one of them say something, stand up and walk around while unfastening his belt, obviously intending to find a place to urinate.
Just when he was standing comfortably between two stones, a sharp blade quickly slashed across his throat, and the man fell down with help.
Beside the fire camp, the remaining two horse thieves saw that this man had not come back, and they couldn't help but become a little suspicious.
"You said if he doesn't come back yet, will something happen?"
"In your mother's case, he just drank too much. No matter what he did. This wild boar happens to belong to you and me. Just now, I was worried that it wouldn't be enough to eat. Now that it's gone, no one will rob it."
"Yeah, that's right. It's almost ready to bake? Hurry up, I'm almost starving to death."
"What's the rush? This is just..."
Before the man could finish speaking, his throat felt cold and he fell down with his eyes open.
Before the horse thief on the opposite side could react, he felt a coldness in his throat. Looking at Zhang Mu who appeared, he couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth and blood flowed out.
Zhang Mu didn't even look at the two people on the ground, wiped his short blade and rushed into the darkness.
With two consecutive attacks, more than ten people have been killed. All the people standing guard have been killed, and only those sleeping in the house are left.
At this time, Zhang Mu was sitting by the fire camp, with blood stains on his clothes. Since the horse thieves basically died by cutting their throats, the blood was accidentally splashed on.
Look at the clothes being worn into tight-fitting clothes, which seems to be for the purpose of moving easily.
He did not continue the attack, after all, all the horse thieves outside were killed, and he could only wait until nightfall.
Now only a small half of the whole little wild boar was eaten by Zhang Mu, and he is still chewing his lips and enjoying it.
Judging from this situation, Zhang Mu now views killing very lightly, and he never imagined that he could kill so many people.
But when I think about the road to immortality that will be thousands of times crueler in the future, I'm afraid the cruelty is unimaginable, so if I don't be cruel, I won't be able to find a way back.
"The fragrance is quite fragrant, but it's really bland without seasonings." Zhang Mu said while picking his teeth with a short blade, which was really not ordinary.
Looking at the very quiet night, Zhang Mu turned the short blade in his hand, exhaled a breath, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared into the darkness again.
At the moment when he disappeared, Pan Bao's figure flashed here, looking at Zhang Mu's actions with a surprised look on his face, which made him really confused.
"Who is this kid? If he's not a horse thief, who else could he be?" He said and followed quietly.
Besides, after Zhang Mu dived deep, he used a short blade to pry open the door latch. After walking in, blood splattered everywhere, and then he walked out of the house with his face intact, but there were only a few dead bodies left in the house.
As Zhang Mu continued to harvest, less than thirty horse thieves had died under the sword. It can be seen that Zhang Mu really wanted to sacrifice blood to the village today.
Zhang Mu appeared outside a cave at this time. It seemed that the final den of thieves was inside. I believed that the big man was inside.
"It's your turn." After saying that, Zhang Mu jumped in and rushed in.
After Zhang Mu disappeared, Pan Bao slowly walked out. I don't know how to describe his expression at this time. Anyway, he was really frightened by what he saw.
Thinking about it, he is just an ordinary villager. In the past, the most he could do was kill wild beasts. He would not even dare to kill someone if he had ten guts, so he had already developed a crush on Zhang Mu.
After Zhang Mu rushed into the cave, he took three turns and finally came to a place with fire.
I saw six horse thieves standing in front of me. They looked fierce and evil. You could tell at a glance that they were not good people. I believe they were also bloody people.
"It's hard to handle."
Seeing this, Zhang Mu pursed his lips and wondered how he could kill the six horse thieves as quickly as possible. But his intuition told him not to attack by force, because he always felt something was wrong after entering.
But for a while he didn't know what to do. Just when he didn't know what to do, an annoying sound came from outside the cave.
"Someone is breaking into the village, please come quickly!"
After hearing the sound, Zhang Mu said bitterly: "No, Pan Bao!"
After hearing this, the six people in front couldn't help but draw their swords and ran quickly towards the turning road.
"Damn it." Zhang Mu cursed angrily and ran out of the cave.
"Damn it, chase him and kill him." After the six horse thieves saw Zhang Mu, they chased him out one after another brandishing their swords.
But after Zhang Mu ran out, Pan Bao was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know where he was hiding.
"Pan Bao, I want you to pay for what you have done!" After saying that, Zhang Mu heard the sound in the cave, turned around suddenly, drew his long sword, and drew a line of spiritual power into the cave.
Then, screams were heard from inside, but then there were footsteps running outside.
"Your uncle, come as soon as you come, I'm afraid you won't make it yet." As he said this, Zhang Mu stood in the open space holding a sword and waited for the horse thieves from the cave to come out.
At this time, four horse thieves were seen running out, looking at Zhang Mu with very fearful eyes. It could be seen that the two horse thieves had been killed.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu held his sword and said, "Where are your heads?"
Although he was very afraid of Zhang Mu, he took advantage of the large number of people on his side. One of them cursed: "Damn it, you dare to come to the village to seek death. Don't blame me for being ruthless." After saying that, he rushed over with a big sword.
Zhang Mu took a deep breath and rushed out. The long sword used spiritual power to knock away the horse thief at the front, and the sword struck his throat with great accuracy.
The other three saw it, and although they were shocked, they still chopped it down.
Zhang Mu turned sideways and fired one more of the horse thief's swords. He held the sword to block the other swords, but he was still hit in the back by the last sword.
"Uh..." Zhang Mu grunted, and shouted angrily: "Broken Sword Style."
As soon as the voice fell, the long sword in his hand, filled with strong spiritual power, struck at one of the horse thieves very violently.
When the horse thief saw it, he quickly raised the sword in his hand. But before he could be happy, he saw the sword slicing through his neck very easily.
Before the other horse thieves could take action again, Zhang Mu jumped out of the ring, stabbed out with his backhand sword, and kicked a stone quickly, causing his body to fly across the air.
"Go to hell!"
Zhang Mu Hengkong stabbed one of the horse thieves in the chest with his sword, and he fell to the ground hard.
Suddenly, he saw the last horse thief's sword slash down. Zhang Mu quickly turned his face to the side, but he still felt a burning pain in his cheek.
"ah..."
Zhang Mu stood up like a carp, jumped into the air, and kicked the horse thief out.
The horse thief was kicked against a big tree, and then he lay down on the ground. He twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Zhang Mu stuck his long sword on the ground and gasped. He quickly tore off a long strip from his body and quickly bandaged the wound on his back.
After carefully looking at the horse thieves on the ground, I finally realized that this big battle was really a bit thrilling.
To be honest, if I don't have spiritual power as collateral, I'm afraid I won't be able to match any of them. This speed is really scary.
"Huh..." After exhaling, Zhang Mu glanced around coldly and said coldly: "Pan Bao, I will remember the debt you owe."
Regardless of whether he was still there or not, Zhang Mu wiped the blood on his face and walked into the cave again.
Walking into the cave again became more familiar, and after a while, we came to the place where six horse thieves were.
"Where?"
After looking at the three-way intersection, Zhang Mu frowned, but still walked into the left fork.
After walking in, Zhang Mu felt something was wrong. Just when he was about to exit, he saw dozens of arrows shot out, which frightened him to the point where he lost his mind for a moment.
"Holy shit!"
As he spoke, Zhang Mu threw himself on the ground like a vicious dog. He heard several blasts of wind flying past his ears. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a fireball rolling in front of him.
"Your uncle is done." Although he cursed, he still turned around quickly and wanted to run out.
But when he turned around, under the light of the fire, he saw that the fork he came from was sealed.
Zhang Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead and trembled slightly with the long sword in his hand. At this moment, he said he was not afraid that it would be a lie.
You must know that you are just an ordinary monk in the Qi refining stage, and you don't have a spiritual shield at all. It would be a good thing if it rolled on your body and didn't burn to death.
Just when Bai Chou was at his wits' end, he saw the stage on the stone wall, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Zhang Mu jumped up as soon as he stepped on the ground and quickly climbed onto the platform. As soon as he climbed up, he felt a scorching heat rolling through him, which made him break into a cold sweat.
"Huh...it seems like you really underestimate these horse thieves."
After jumping down, Zhang Mu looked back at the fireball that hit the stone wall, swallowed, and continued walking in with courage.
After walking out, he saw a dozen horse thieves inside the cave, and the big man among them was sitting above looking at him in amusement.
"Haha...yes, you are indeed young and promising."
After Zhang Mu came out, he felt bad, but he still tried to calm down and said: "How many people are there? Call them out to save trouble!"
The big man touched his forehead, then laughed and said: "Boy, don't think that you are an immortal cultivator, because I am afraid of you."
When Zhang Mu heard this, he felt that he was in danger. The other party knew that he was an immortal cultivator, so he was not afraid...
"It's good to know, what? Can you still go against me?"
The big man nodded and said: "Yes, I can't beat you, but he can always do it."
As he said that, he saw a man slowly walking out. He was dressed in black and his appearance could not be discerned at all.
When Zhang Mu saw this person, he felt bad because he felt pressure from the man in black. Visually, this person was at least a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining. He was only in the early stage of Qi refining and was no match at all.
The man in black came out and said very plainly: "What sect are you from?"
"Disciple of Qingfeng Valley."
"Oh, a disciple of Qingfeng Valley."
Zhang Mu couldn't hear this person's mentality at all, so he had to test: "What do you want?"
The man in black pointed and said: "Heh...what do I want? Is it my turn to ask you this?"