He Yiming took the man in gray with a lightning move, and he took the life of the man in gray with a soft palm.

This time he took action as fast as lightning, and there was no pressure in his heart. When he killed this person, and took off the gray clothes and black scarf on his head and put them on, he remembered that he had killed another person.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. Could this be the first rebirth and second rebirth, can practice make coincidence?

However, He Yiming didn't have much burden in his heart for killing these robbers who killed people for their own desires, but instead felt a little excited.

This is very different from what he felt after killing Hu Bin. Perhaps he was really used to killing people.

He raised his toes and held the man's falling sword in his hand. Although he had not learned a special sword technique, the thirty-six ways of opening up can also be converted into sword technique. If it is at a critical moment, this martial art can definitely prevent the gods from killing gods, and the Buddhas stop killing Buddhas.

With a wrong pace, I have entered that courtyard.

A pungent smell of blood came to my face, and this originally elegant and beautiful courtyard was now stained with blood.

Four gray-clothed masked men were crazily slashing at all moving creatures with their swords, but in front of each of them, there were several Zhuang Dings entangled in disregardlessness. Each of their moves was extremely dangerous, as if life and death were just in the forefront.

At this moment, there are floating corpses everywhere in the courtyard, including all the elderly, weak, women and children.

But the battlefield that really determines the outcome is in the middle of the courtyard, and the leader of the Han Zheng and Cheng Ningsheng were having a great time fighting.

They all knew that this moment was the most important moment, and they had performed what they had learned in their lives without reservation.

The leading man held a big knife in his hand. The cold light on the blade was fierce. There was a thin red line on it, as if it was full of blood, giving people a strange feeling. Under his waving, the sky was filled with shining sword light, reflecting the flames under the night sky, like a ball of white light with blood scattered flying.

The old man Cheng Ningsheng, who was right for him, was old and stronger. He held a crutch in his hand. The crutch seemed so dark that it was inconspicuous, but it was completely made of stainless steel and weighed up to 86 kilograms.

Such a heavy crutch was not as dazzling as the other party, but it was also quite powerful.

Both sides used all their strength, but in a moment, no one could do anything to each other.

When He Yiming was at a loss, he suddenly heard the person in charge shouting: "Idiot, grab the box quickly."

He Yiming was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the person was talking to him. He glanced at him and saw that a red wooden box was falling from the ground outside the battle group between the two.

As soon as he saw this thing, He Yiming's eyes lit up. Of course he knew what was in it. He jumped over immediately and easily took the thing into his hand.

His heart was filled with sighs. Before coming here, he never thought that he would have obtained this thing so easily. Is even God helping him?

Cheng Ningsheng suddenly shouted loudly, and he looked at He Yiming tightly, his face full of ferocious expression. The crutch in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, and with the sharp sound of breaking the wind, flying towards He Yiming like lightning.

If He Yiming was really the man in gray-clothed masked, he would probably not be able to escape the sneak attack of this crutch at this moment. However, since the person had changed, he immediately bent down and rolled on the ground, ran out like a raccoon cat, and ran out in the direction he came out of the courtyard.

The crutch was inserted into the wall like lightning. The huge force pierced half of the crutch, and it was trembling violently on the wall. It can be seen how powerful the blow that Mr. Cheng made with anger contained.

Cheng Ningsheng yelled loudly, but the masked man behind him laughed loudly. A big knife made him so amazing that he completely enveloped Mr. Cheng's body.

After losing the weapon of joining hands, Cheng Ningsheng suddenly felt the pressure doubled. He immediately understood that if he was thinking about the thousand-year-old blood ginseng, he would be afraid that he would really die today due to this skilled sword.

Years of experience have finally calmed down at the critical moment of life and death. He exerted the same powerful combat power between his palms and dances. Although he could not get back to his disadvantages after a steady move, it would be unlikely that the other party would kill him in a short period of time.

He Yiming took the mahogany box and quickly escaped from the courtyard. However, as soon as he came out, he heard someone shouting angrily, and a powerful internal force came from the front to break through the air.

He glanced at the corner of his eyes and had already recognized this person. This was the number one master among the second generation of the Cheng family, and his internal strength cultivation had reached the peak of the eighth level.

As long as he looked at his disheveled clothes and was embarrassed at the moment, he knew that he was also hearing the movement here, thinking of the old man and Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng, so he rushed towards here.

He Yiming secretly called unlucky in his heart. If this person had arrived a moment later, he would have escaped.

Facing the slightest attack of an eight-level internal power master, even He Yiming did not dare to be negligent. However, just as he raised his palm, a strange idea of ​​shaping Jiangdong suddenly flashed through his heart like lightning.

The fire in his body started to operate rapidly and in an instant he had already climbed to the ninth level.

He Yiming raised his right palm, and his palm had turned extremely bright red, as if it was painted with a layer of red paint, making people feel cold.

At the same time, a powerful and extremely hot heat wave spread from his palm. It was the special magical use of the Fire Technique to the extreme and fully exerted the true essence of this technique.

Cheng Jiahui's face instantly became extremely shocked. As the first person of the second generation of the Cheng family, he had recognized the origin of this technique at a glance. He had already judged that with the power of this palm, he was afraid that he could not resist it.

But at this moment he was already in a difficult position and there was no room for a turnaround.

With a loud bang, He Yiming stood there and shook it a little, then immediately flew out like an arrow from the string.

Cheng Jiahui's body flew backwards, bent two small trees as thick as fists in the air, flew past the precious flowers and plants in the garden, and hit the thick soil walls of the courtyard heavily.

However, when he saw that the man in gray did not continue to chase and flee in panic, he felt relieved. However, after this change, he had already suffered internal injuries, even if he was intact, he would never have the courage to continue to chase and kill.

After taking a few deep breaths, the scorching feeling in his body improved a lot. Cheng Jiahui gritted his teeth, lifted up his internal strength, forced his injury down, and quickly entered the inner courtyard. As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, his eyes immediately turned red. However, his vitiligo was far beyond He Yiming's comparison.

He suddenly turned around and did not rush towards his father's battle group, but came to the four gray-clothed men who had the upper hand like a flew. In front of a crazy eighth-level internal energy practitioner, the four cultivators with only five levels of internal energy had no power of resistance at all. They were just a meeting and were shocked by Cheng Jiahui and his men and weapons.

Being in mid-air, the four of them had already vomited blood and died, and they could not die any more.

Then, Cheng Jiahui turned around and came to the wall, and pulled out the old man's iron crutch. After all this, his body shook slightly, especially when he pulled out the iron crutch just now, the injury between the internal organs was almost impossible to suppress.

The masked man in the lead suddenly snorted coldly, and his sword light turned and pulled away. His feet were slightly pressing, and he had already flew away. He came here to seize the treasure, not to destroy the entire Cheng family. Since his subordinates had taken the treasure away, he would of course not entangle here again.

Mr. Cheng did not expect this change, but he watched the man go away. Although he had endless resentful eyes in his eyes, his body stood firmly in place and had no intention of chasing him.

A shrill roar sounded in the Cheng Mansion. When the gray-clothed people who were killing and setting fire everywhere heard this sound, they immediately whistled in unison, then turned around and left.

They created boundless blood in the entire Cheng Mansion, and were prepared to attack without preparation. It was not uncommon to get such a result. The most important thing is that this group of people is obviously very familiar with this tactic. Once the leader issues an order, no matter what they are doing, as long as they can move, they will immediately leave without hesitation.

As for the people in Cheng's house, people were already in panic. Since these vicious gods retreated by themselves, naturally no one dared to chase after them.

These people did not stop in the county town, but gathered quickly towards the Ximen. When they arrived at the Ximen, they immediately rushed out.

With a nine-story expert like the leader of the gray-clothed leader, it would be a slight effort to seize a small, unprepared county gate from the inside.

They passed the city gate and left the county town, and immediately entered the deep mountains.

More than fifty people died after this battle. However, these people were all men who licked blood from the knife. Although their expressions were a little dim, no one said anything. When they first set foot on this road, they already knew their final outcome.

After the leader summoned everyone, his eyes swept across everyone's body, and his face suddenly changed drastically, and it became increasingly difficult to look.

The two men standing beside him asked, "Captain Qiu, what's wrong with you?"

The person in charge was ashen and said, "Tie Lao Liu got the ginseng box, but he was not here."

Everyone was silent. If Tie Lao Liu was running away with treasure, then what was waiting for him would be endless pursuit.

After a long time, the head's eyes were filled with evil light. From his mouth, it was cold, as if the sound bursting out from the cracks of his teeth sounded one by one: "Check it out..."
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