"vomit--"

Zhang Mo, Yue Feixu, and Lin Lin also entered the mountain village. When Lin Lin saw the three hanging bodies, he immediately squatted aside and vomited wildly. Zhang Mo and Yue Feixu were in better condition, but their faces were also good, and they couldn't see much.

But more of it is anger.

Is such evil deeds worthy of being called a human?

"What a beautiful little girl!"

"It seems like a childish person! Damn it really is so beautiful!"

"Fuck me, I want to do it!"

When the bandits around saw Yue Feixu, they were fascinated by the girl and became imaginative. This was also because Ren Huaiyu and the other four were too young and had pitifully few people, which made the bandits not take it seriously at all.

"Lin Lin, follow us and let's go in!" Ren Huaiyu said in a cold voice.

"I know, I know, vomit-" Lin Lin stood up and responded, but immediately squatted down and vomited wildly.

"Kill!" Zhang Mo's eyes were filled with cold light. With a tingling sound, the long sword around his waist was unsheathed, and he shot it out. A sword light moved, and immediately rolled up a blood rain in the sky.

Although the long sword in his hand is not a soul soldier, and its power cannot be comparable to that of Yue Feixu's soul soldier, Zhang Mo is already a soul-level powerful man. Which warrior in the Qi Condensation Stage can resist this sword?

He was like a dragon, wherever the sword light passed, blood splashed everywhere, and broken limbs danced around.

Yue Feixu was not idle either. She also pushed her sword out, and her soul soldier was powerful, and her combat power was even higher than Zhang Mo.

"Lin Lin!" Ren Huaiyu shouted and walked towards the largest building in the village. According to convention, the robber leader must have lived in the largest house.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He punched his fist at will, and the minions who rushed up to stop him from flying one by one. The Chiyang Fist was running, and as long as he hit him, he could never get up again. If he got closer, he could still smell the burning smell from those people's abdomen, and his internal organs were all burned by the terrifying fire element, and they would die without life!

Lin Lin followed closely behind. Fortunately, Ren Huaiyu's murder method did not have the cruel scene of his hands and heads, and the flesh and blood were flying everywhere. Otherwise, whether he could still move was still a big question.

When he came to the largest building, his unstoppable advance finally encountered obstacles - two men in the soul realm jumped out of the door, one was a slightly fat middle-aged man, and the other was a young man who was as thin as a monkey. He was wearing a floral dress, with a face covered with powder, and his butt was twisted when he walked, and he was extremely sissy.

"Who is you? How dare you break into my 'Juyang Village'!" The slightly fat middle-aged man shouted, his eyes swept over Zhang Mo and Yue Feixu who were surrounded by them from both sides, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

Although there are few people on the other side, they are all powerful people in the Shihun Realm. The only three of them in the mountain village are in the Shihun Realm!

That's fine. After all, the strongest cultivation among these four people is not more than the third level of the Stylistic Soul. He and the Slim Skinny can solve it by joining forces with the Slim Skinny. But the key is that these four people are too young and can cultivate such a young Stylistic Soul Realm powerhouse. How terrifying is the power behind them?

If the master behind them is provoked... the slightly fat middle-aged man frowned. It seems that after today, they will have to start over again.

"Kill your people!" Ren Huaiyu said coldly. He was really not interested in these murderous beasts.

He flew out, swung his fist, and the Yuan power burst out, and the Chiyang Fist had already reached its peak.

"What a handsome man!" said the sissy twisting her butt, and before he stopped Ren Huaiyu, there was a purple-red ropa in his right hand. The ropa opened and closed, spreading like a fan, and there was a blade on the edge!

"Old Yu, go and deal with the other two. I want these two young men!" The sissy licked her lips, and an evil and strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Don't miss the serious matter!" said a slightly fat middle-aged man frowned, disgusting his sissy hobby of some evil hobbies.

"Don't worry, when did I, Bi Luoxuan, do something wrong!" The sissy danced Luopa and attacked Ren Huaiyu. He was at the sixth level of the Stylistic Soul, and could clearly sense that Ren Huaiyu had not reached the second level of the Stylistic Soul. Although Lin Lin's cultivation was a little stronger, his cowardly look naturally no threat.

Ren Huaiyu snorted coldly, and the long sword on his waist was unsheathed. Facing such a strong hand, he could just know what level his combat power had reached.

bite!

The sword blade collided with Luopa, making a crisp sound. Ren Huaiyu burst out with all his strength, and he actually had the power that was not inferior to the other party!

"How is that possible!" The sissy Bi Luoxuan glared his "sexy eyes" round. The other party was just a second-level cultivation level of the Soul. Why can he compete with him in terms of strength?

He unbelievably attacked Luo Pa Juanwu towards Ren Huaiyu again.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ropa's blade slashed through the air and made a strange whistle, making people feel stingy with goose bumps all over their body.

Ren Huaiyu raised his sword to greet him. No matter whether it was Jue Ming Finger or Chi Yang Fist, it was impossible to use the long sword. However, he held the sword in his right hand, but his left hand was idle. After blocking the opponent's Luo Paying with one sword, he clenched his fist with his left hand, and his energy flowed. He punched out and swung towards Bi Luoxuan.

Because Luopa and the long sword were entangled, Bi Luoxuan had to raise his fist to greet him and slammed Ren Huaiyu's fist.

Bang!

When the two fists collided, Bi Luoxuan's face suddenly changed. With a muffled groan, he staggered back. When he raised his left fist, he saw that the fist was red. If it weren't for his soul realm, his body had been tempered quite solid. This Chiyang Fist was enough to burn his fist!

"Soul skill!" His face changed, and a strong sense of fear arose.

As long as you have the qualifications of the seventh-grade soul crystal, even without the support of the Condensation Pill, a powerful soul realm can appear at the peak of the Condensation Qi. However, the soul skills are different. They are regarded as treasures by major sects and real wealthy families, and it is impossible to pass them lightly!

In other words, those who can use soul skills must have the background of a large sect and a large family!

"Old Yu, these little bastards are not simple!" Bi Luoxuan said loudly.

"Nonsense!" The slightly fat old man had already started fighting with Yue Feixu and Zhang Mo. Although his realm was higher, Yue Feixu brought back this disadvantage with a soul soldier, but instead suppressed him to fight.

He was depressed, but Bi Luoxuan was still talking nonsense, which naturally made him even more unhappy.

"Kill them and let's move on and make a comeback!"

"I want to harm others again?" Ren Huaiyu sneered. Although he was not bloody, he didn't want to let go of this group of bandits. He slashed with a sword, turned into a fist with his left hand, and rushed towards Bi Luoxuan.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ren Huaiyu has already gained a rough grasp of his own power. Although he only has the second level of the Stylistic Soul, because the soul ring is far greater than that of ordinary people, the power contained is four or five times stronger, enough to match the seventh level of the Stylistic Soul!

You can fight across five small realms!

In addition, he has mastered soul skills, and the power of his left fist is even more terrifying. Bi Luoxuan's concern for his fist is even greater than that of the sword blade.

He quickly pressed Bi Luoxuan and beat him, causing the sissy guy to keep making "slutty scolding" and regressing repeatedly.

As he retreated, Bi Luoxuan suddenly noticed something was hitting his back, which was so shocked that he quickly turned around and patted him. The other party also suddenly roared with a strong wind, and waved a bright sword shadow at him.

He quickly stopped, and the other party forced his sword back - that was a fat man named Yu.

The two looked at each other, both showing a strong look of fear, standing back to back, leaning on each other.

How could these two young people be so evil?

Bi Luoxuan looked at Ren Huaiyu, while the fat man named Yu stared at Yue Feixu, and there were huge waves in the hearts of the two bandit leaders!

They are obviously only the second level of the Soul, so why do they have such terrible combat power?

——As for Zhang Mo and Lin Lin, they were gorgeously ignored.

Ren Huaiyu bounced his feet, his body flashed, and flew towards Bi Luoxuan. He was determined to kill the evil bandit leader. On the other side, Yue Feixu also let out a clear roar, and the long sword passed by, bringing up a cold sword energy.

"Young man bullying people too much!" Bi Luoxuan and the others roared at the same time, and they all shot out their strongest attacks. If they could not defeat the opponent, they would have a way out. Naturally, neither side had any way out.

"Frost, rain, flowers are everywhere!" Yue Feixu sang softly, and a sword swept open, and it drew out hundreds of sword flowers. The frost was white, like heavy snow dancing, and the flowers fell to the ground, covering Bi Luoxuan and the others at the same time.

She has a soul soldier. Her natal soul weapon communicates with her own soul crystal, perfectly combining the power of the two, which is equivalent to releasing soul skills through the sword blade. This is not a joke!

After a sword was swept through, the coldness spread out. If the blood could be frozen, Bi Luoxuan and his two actions slowed down at the same time.

Bang!

Ren Huaiyu picked up Bi Luoxuan's Luopa with a long sword and punched the other party in the chest.

During the powerful scrolling, Bi Luoxuan was thrown away out of thin air. Ren Huaiyu jumped up and followed. The fat man named Yu also knew that his lips and teeth were dead. He was about to jump up and follow him, but he saw Ren Huaiyu trembling with his right hand, and his sword had already shot at him quickly.

This throw was filled with Ren Huaiyu's full strength. The fat man named Yu had to wave his sword to meet him. With a tingling sound, his figure was knocked back seven steps. When he thought about starting again, Yue Feixu had already blocked his way coldly.

Ren Huaiyu clenched his fists with both hands and waved them repeatedly. The power of the Chiyang Fist was urged to the extreme, and each punch hit Bi Luoxuan's chest.

boom!

Bi Luoxuan took at least a hundred fists in a row, and his body fell from the air. He barely turned over and stood up, but a slight whiteness appeared in his eyes.

"Wow" he opened his mouth and wanted to vomit, but what he vomited was a bit of burnt smell. He pulled open the clothes on his chest in disbelief, and saw that his chest was covered with black fist marks, which were slowly spreading.

Bi Luoxuan turned around and looked at the fat man surnamed Yu, but unexpectedly, his whole upper body fell off after twisting. No trace of blood was spurted out on his broken chest, but it was charred!

die!
Chapter completed!