"Seventh brother!"

The bandit named Sixth Brother drew his sword angrily.

"brush!"

At this moment, Hanfeng Sword was already placed on his neck.

I saw Jun Changxiao's eyes were cold and stern, and he said: "Answer me, are the disciples of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect robbed by you?"

"Gudu!"

The bandit named Sixth Brother swallowed his saliva and said in horror: "Yes..."

"Puch!"

A sword slashed through him, and blood spattered three feet.

"Well..."

The bandit clutched his blood-spattered neck in despair until his thoughts disappeared, and he rolled down the mountain road like a little bully with an iron sword.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

After killing two people, they alerted the people above and saw more than a dozen bandits rushing down with weapons in hand, staring at Jun Changxiao with angry eyebrows.

"Qiang!"
Chapter completed!