Strange Worlds: The Sequence

After Chen Yuyan finished arranging Sang Zhi's affairs, she set off directly for Tiannan Mansion in Xifu Province.

In the past, he only stayed in southern Xinjiang and Lingnan, but now he can truly feel the prosperity of Nanming when he goes to the Central Plains.

The southeast is prosperous, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, and hundreds of thousands of families.

Although Tiannan Mansion is not considered the hinterland of the Central Plains and can only touch the edge, it is far better than that mountainous corner in southern Xinjiang.

At this moment, Chen Yuyan was wearing white clothes, carrying a Yanling Saber, walking leisurely in the dense forest, not far from the official road.

This is Funiu Mountain.

Not long after walking, there was a sound of shouting and killing from the north. Chen Yuyan hid behind the tree trunk, and performed the Daxuan Turtle Breath True Ding Gong, restraining her breath to the extreme.

Seven or eight carriages on the official road were forced to stop in the middle of the official road, and two of them were fighting.

The soil had already turned reddish brown, the blood could not coagulate, and the haze above could not dissipate.

Body parts that have long been unidentifiable are hung on the occasional broken branches, and the sound of fighting, shouting, and the dull sound of swords entering the body are everywhere here.

There was a big difference in the number of the two sides in the war. On one side were a dozen or so young ladies from aristocratic families in skirts, and about twenty guards from the location were trying their best to protect them.

The number of guards had to be doubled half a quarter of an hour ago, but now they all fell to the ground.

On the other side are bandits with a large number of people. They are besieging and killing the children of these aristocratic families. There are both internal and external warriors, and the number of them is several times that of the besieged.

Among the guards was a young man in a plain brocade robe, about 20 years old, with a square and elegant appearance, holding a long gun, but at this moment he looked very embarrassed.

And the leader of the bandits on the opposite side was a burly and fierce man who looked to be in his forties.

This person is the head of the Huxiong village in the ghost mountain - "Ghost Tiger" Zhou Hu.

Zhou Hu looked at the young man in front of him, and shouted with a rough voice like a drake:

"Zhao Tianming, your uncle killed my elder brother in the past, but today I, Zhou Hu, will find an opportunity. I will definitely beat you to the ground and make you die if you want to live!"

"And your two cousins, don't worry, the brothers will take care of you, hahahahaha!"

Zhao Tianming, who was constantly fighting at the front, snorted coldly, "Your elder brother "Ghost Bear" Zhou Xiong is so bold that he dared to rob the caravan of my Tiannan Zhao family, he deserves to be punished!"

"Zhou Hu, you were lucky enough to escape a catastrophe in the past. I didn't expect you to still be ignorant of good and bad, and dare to attack Zhao Hongchao's daughter-in-law. You really don't know what to do!"

"When I get home, I will definitely ask the boss of the Xingtang family to strangle all the demons and heretics in the ghost mountain like you!"

That Zhou Hu sneered and said:

"Back to Tiannan Mansion? Zhao Tianming, I'm afraid you're thinking too much. Today I gather my colleagues from the Six Villages of Funiu Mountain to intercept your Zhao family. How can I give you the chance to return to Tiannan Mansion?"

"When I chop off your head, take away Zhao Yingying and Zhao Yanyan, two bastards from Zhao Hongchao, and go directly to the Bule Gang in Wuyi Mountain, I'll see what your Zhao family can do to us!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Hu suddenly punched out his fist. He punched quickly, as fast as lightning, and made afterimages, whistling noises, and gusts of wind, which made people feel terrified!

"go to hell!"

Tianyin Fist!

Zhou Hu punched down, and the black internal force condensed murderous intent, and the fist condensed with strong Yin energy crashed down!

The strength of the Tianyin fist is extremely yin and evil!

This week, Zhou Hu's strength is definitely considered to be the stronger group in the first stage of the exterior scene. His internal strength is so strong that he stopped seven or eight guards including Zhao Tianming by himself, forcing them to fight back reluctantly. retreat.

For a time, at stake!

Standing in the dense forest, Chen Yuyan silently looked at the people below, with a gleam of brilliance in her eyes.

He was robbed by mountain bandits halfway, but he asked some interesting things with the voice of Tianmo, causing Chen Yuyan, who was going to Tianluo County, to turn around and come to Funiu Mountain.

Zhou Hu, the bandit from Digui Mountain and the leader of Huxiong Village, somehow got the news that the two daughters of the Zhao family, Zhao Yingying and sisters, would pass by the official road of Funiu Mountain, so he united with all the bandits in Funiu Mountain to intercept and kill them. they.

Originally, Chen Yuyan was still worrying about how to get close to the Zhao family, but God was helping him.

What a wonderful story a hero saves the beauty.

But don't worry, it's not time for Chen Yuyan to make a move.

Only the hope seen in the most desperate time is the brightest.

He had to wait until the Zhao family had no way out and had nowhere to go before stepping forward.

The slaughter continued.

Not long after, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the whole world seemed to be crying, and the mountains fell apart.

In an instant, the living beings were wiped out one by one. They seemed to be hacked into pieces, their heads and limbs were cracked, and their torsos were torn apart.

At this moment of being swallowed by blood, it is no longer clear what is a weapon and what is a body.

Zhou Hu clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles in his arms swelled, like a dragon wrapped around him, he mobilized the muscles in his body, and his internal strength surged.

Immediately blasted out with a punch!

Facing Zhou Hu's unstoppable offensive, Zhao Tianming gritted his teeth, shaking the iron spear violently in his hand, and swung it out one after another!

With Zhao Tianming as the center, the internal force of the whole body began to riot, and began to circle around, forming a small internal force cyclone!

God's Will Gun Baichuan Style!

The spear was raised high, making a soft whistle, swallowing all the internal energy into the spear like a whale sucking in the sea, and the aura on it became more and more condensed.

Zhao Tianming is going all out, even if he is trying to burn his blood and life, he will send the two cousins ​​out safely!

Facing Zhao Tianming's desperate fight, Zhou Hu planned to avoid the edge temporarily.

Zhao Tianming's desperate attack would not last long at all.

On the contrary, it is overdrawing the only physical strength.

When he let out his momentum, Zhou Hu could smash his head with one hand!

Seeing Zhou Hu retreating, Zhao Tianming didn't do what he wanted, his eyes were cold, and he stabbed Zhou Hu's head straight with his gun.

The point of the spear was sharper, and the momentum was stronger. Zhou Hu couldn't breathe under the pressure, and he retreated steadily after being beaten.

God's will gun, adhering to God's will!

It advances sharply, retreats quickly, its potential is dangerous, its knots are short, it does not move like a mountain, and moves like thunder!

The gun is like a drill, and the gun is like a dragon.

Zhao Tianming held the body of the gun with one hand, aggressively attacking continuously.

Point, poke, block, pierce, pick, chop, cut!

Very ferocious!

"Take my cousin and the others to break through!"

Zhao Tianming suppressed Zhou Hu to death, but he couldn't do any effective damage to him. At most, the tip of the gun left a few faint wounds on Zhou Hu's leather-like skin, and not a few drops of blood flowed out.

Another shot pinned Zhou Hu under him, and he turned his head sideways and shouted at the guard beside him.

"There are too many people, we can't rush out, my lord!"

The corner of the guard's mouth was bitter. He knew that once the young master was exhausted, it would be their time of death, but they were surrounded by bandits in all directions, and they couldn't find a breakthrough!

As time passed bit by bit, Zhao Tianming's physical strength was gradually exhausted.

When his shot was blocked by Zhou Hu casually, Zhao Tianming knew that everything was over.

Sure enough, Zhou Hu suddenly raised his head, and stared at Zhao Tianming with dark eyes: "What? I haven't eaten enough, and my strength is so weak. Are you tickling your grandpa?"

"Since you've played enough, it's my turn now!"