"Brothers! Get ready to work!"

The bandit suddenly raised the mace in his hand and yelled loudly with anger on his face.

But he deliberately acted like such anger.

The wealthy businessmen and the people just took this trick. The wealthy businessman bowed his waist and said, "We pay the money, we pay the money."

In this chaotic world, fists are the most important thing.

After saying this, the rich businessman said to the guard leader: "Go and take out all the jewelry and let the heroes see it."

Blood was dripping in his heart.

But if you lose money, you can make money again. If you lose your life, you will really have nothing.

"What money should I pay?"

At this moment, a cold sound suddenly sounded from behind the horse team.

Li Goudan cheered, "It's Brother Dongting here."

Only he recognized Zhao Dongting's voice first.

All the people and bandits looked at the back of the horse team.

Then, I saw several bandits falling off the horse, blood splattering, and screaming suddenly.

Zhao Dongting did not ride a horse, but his figure flew past the bandits and reached the front. Zhan Lu held the slanted grip, and a blood bead slid down the blade.

Under the scorching sun, Zhanlu is still deep and dull.

The sword of benevolence is also a sword of killing.

In the past, these bandits had no land, so it was understandable that they occupied the mountains and became kings. But now, government offices on Guangxi Road have been officially established to divide the land and divide the land for the people. These bandits are unwilling to disperse back and still cause harm to the countryside, so they should be killed.

The moment Zhao Dongting saw these bandits, he had murderous intentions.

He, who had just reached the Zhongyuan realm, actually killed him when he was murderous and did not hesitate anymore.

Zhongyuan realm is already a rare master.

Hong Wutian and Mrs. Xu wanted to take action, but were stopped by Zhao Dongting. He also wanted to exercise his practical ability.

Fighting in the world and fighting on the battlefield are completely different situations, and different means are required.

The bandit leader changed his color and shouted: "Kill him!"

However, he himself did not rush towards Zhao Dongting.

Although he is the leader, he is just practicing some folk styles, knowing that there is an extremely huge gap between him and Zhao Dongting.

Is it so easy for experts from the world to be so common?

Without a famous teacher or a sect, it is difficult to reach the lower Yuan realm by relying solely on personal power.

"snort!"

Zhao Dongting looked at the bandit leader with a stern look, and his feet were floating, holding a sword.

Before the bandits could react, his figure had already appeared in front of the bandit leader. In the bandit leader's wide eyes, Zhan Lu quickly swept across the flattering front hooves like thunder.

The horse neighed and fell forward.

Zhao Dongting flipped his wrist and a sword broke out.

The bandit leader flew into the air with his eyes staring at his head and then fell on the grass.

Some women among the people screamed in fear and shrank into the arms of men.

With one sword, the bandits died.

Most bandit Zhao Dongting captured this shocking sword.

Have they ever seen someone with such a strong martial arts skills?

Zhao Dongting stood up and saw bandits shooting arrows at him. Zhan Lu plucked them in front of his chest and pulled them all away.

He was extremely angry at this time.

He worked hard in the court to seek benefits for the people, but these guys were still in the fish countryside. Such people should be killed.

The wind and sand rise.

Dust is rising.

The war horse was shocked.

Zhao Dongting's figure was raging back and forth among the bandits. Whether there were any bandits who took action or not, they were all cut down from the sword by him.

Guiyuan's sword technique first showed its sharpness in his hands. When he was angry, the sword intent surged. When it was occasionally blessed to his heart, the sword move was like an antelope hanging its horns.

Just a few meters outside the circle, Hong Wutian and Mrs. Xu looked at each other with a smile.

With their experiences, they will never take this bloody bit to heart.

Hong Wutiandao: "The emperor is the most talented and talented, and he is really a talented person."

Mrs. Xu said leisurely: "Maybe there will be an emperor who can represent the word "civil and military" in our dynasty."

In this way, no emperor could have the posthumous title of civil and military officials since the founding of the Song Dynasty.

The crowd was no longer panicked, but was stunned.

At this moment, it was the bandits' turn to panic.

There were constant screams of screams, and bandits kept falling off their horses, and their heads rolled and stopped.

After all, some bandits were scared and fled.

At this time, Hong Wutian's figure suddenly disappeared immediately.

His figure is naturally much faster than Zhao Dongting, and it is unpredictable.

He caught up with the bandits who ran away, and their swords passed and their heads fell.

Bandits could not run away when they saw it. Their ferociousness was aroused and they rushed towards Zhao Dongting with their weapons.

Zhao Dongting was covered by the crowd.

Li Goudan exclaimed: "Brother Dongting!"

The sound of tingling weapons fighting each other kept ringing in the flying dust.

I don't know when the sound suddenly stopped.

There were only war horses left around Zhao Dongting, and there were no bandits at the moment. Wherever he stood, the bandits were piled up.

At this moment, he seemed like a demon, covered in blood and glared at him.

The original color of the coarse cloth can no longer be seen. The thick murderous aura confused Zhao Dongting's sword intent rolled out like a tide.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!