747: C747 Dragon leaves

C747 Dragon leaves

Zhang Xing and the others treated this group of bandits like nothing and continued to walk forward as if they were just strolling.

The four people around him were also slowly moving, not giving up on fighting.

Just as Zhang Xing and the rest were about to reach the end of the town.

Huala!

Finally, a group of people could not help but stand in front of him.

It was a black-clothed bandit.

The first person was two meters tall, with unkempt hair and a dirty face. There was a scar across his face from his left eye to his right chin.

His entire person exuded the killing intent of a high-level fighter, which was extremely terrifying.

"Brat, hand over all your belongings and I'll spare one of you."

"I am the leader of the Qingyi Gang ?"

"Kill him!"

Before the scar-faced man could finish, he was interrupted by Zhang Xing's bland voice.

While the scar-faced man was still in a daze, a black shadow quickly flashed by and then returned to its original position.

Two seconds later.

The scar-faced man's body was split into two, and with a "pa da" sound, he fell to the side of the road.

Hiss!

The scene was silent!

No one could clearly see who the black shadow was and how it had attacked. However, they all knew that the black shadow was the black faced burly man beside the youth.

If it was said that Hei Bao pulling out a hammer and hitting the sky just now only made the surrounding people afraid, then instantly killing Boss Qing Yi now made them feel fear.

But...

They were all desperate criminals who would kill without batting an eye. Since Boss Qing Yi was the one who took the lead, then the other three gangs had no reason not to take advantage of this situation.

"Kill!"

After a short period of silence, someone shouted loudly.

He saw four groups of fugitives wearing colorful clothes rushing towards him.

There was a group of about five hundred people, and the streets of the town were packed to the brim with about two thousand people.

They each drew their spears, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks as they shouted the word "kill".

Not only that, but a large number of people had also emerged from the hundreds of dilapidated wooden houses behind these people.

These people had all sorts of strange weapons, with everything in their possession.

Aside from the broom, rake, and wooden stick, there was actually someone else holding broken shoes ?

Zhang Xing was even a little flabbergasted. Was this the legendary, diabolical bandit? No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a peasant rebel army, the type led by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.

Zhang Xing shook his head. Poor people were definitely poor, but he did not realize that they were indeed very hungry from their scrawny bodies.0

"Let's clean it up!"

Zhang Xing waved his small hand, and said indifferently.

At his command, ten shadows sprang out from around him.

The ten dragons, including Jin Bao, were like an Azure Dragon that was in the ocean, no, they were a True Dragon.

A true dragon descended from the heavens, sweeping away ants!

Those villains who were charging at the very front had somehow flown up to the sky.

The ten dragons seemed to be playing a game. They slowly moved forward. As long as it was a person rushing over, they would kick them into the sky with their fists and kicks.

In a split-second, the air above the town was filled with bodies that were sent flying.

Some people got up from the ground and took a look. Eh, he was not dead, and he was not heavily injured. He still had the ability to fight, so he rushed forward again.

However, before they could even run two steps, they were knocked to the ground by the other people who were descending from the sky.

They sensed it too. They tried to dodge in their minds, but they were only half a beat slower.

Thirty seconds later, all two thousand of them were lying on the ground, screaming. Most of them had lost their arms and legs, not a single one of them had died.

However, the effect would be far more terrifying than killing them.

As for the group of people holding the soles of their shoes, they all stood dumbly in the middle of the road, not daring to take even half a step forward.

This was too terrifying. Who were these ten or so youngsters? How could they possess such a high level of combat strength?

When a martial artist reached a certain level of cultivation, it wasn't a single punch that destroyed the enemy, but rather the fact that they didn't die, making it so that one didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Clank!

A broom fell to the ground, followed by thousands of other farm tools, including many soles.

"Run!"

With a cry of alarm, those people immediately drilled back into their broken houses, not daring to show their heads again.

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