Chapter 119 The trouble has been eliminated
Swing the sword and kill the enemy.

From the moment the sword rose and fell, Zhou Yan used all his strength to kill the enemy in front of him at the fastest speed.

Every time the silver light rises and falls, lives are lost.

When the blade is swung, it creates a humming airflow like a blade, and its sharpness is no less than that of a weapon.

The air blade extended out a full ten feet, increasing the speed of killing.

Zhou Yan's realm is just the realm of tendon training.

In the practice of martial arts in this world, it is only the very initial stage. Among the truly powerful forces, it is nothing.

But at this moment, he was indiscriminately killing everything he saw.

The knife rises, the knife falls.

Zhou Yan's body movements were extraordinary, but as he moved quickly, he was not carrying a sword or a knife. Every time he swung his sword, he was killing the bandits in front of him.

"How dare you! Take my sword!"

Seeing Zhou Yan killing people, Liang Sishui finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stopped observing and roared, stepped in and seized the opportunity.

Among the crowds of people.

He stepped forward and raised his sword, his energy and blood burned like a flame, and then absorbed into his body, transforming into more condensed power.

"Death!"

Liang Sishui stepped very fast and slashed with his sword in the midst of the bloody battle.

Wow~
A flash of silver light suddenly appeared, like mercury leaking on the ground, and the sword light swept away, which was even more ferocious than the sword light from hundreds of bandits hacking around it combined.

The air within a radius of five meters was swept up.

After one slash of the knife, even the men beside Liang Sishui could not stand, and their whole bodies were shaken by the violent airflow.

In a flash, the silver light was already there!
"The Bone Refining Realm, interesting, a mere bandit can actually have such a high level of cultivation."

Zhou Yan swept his eyes around, waving the silver light in his hand continuously, beheading the bandits one by one. At the same time, he paused slightly, dodged several sneak attacks, and commented:
"But unfortunately, your understanding of yourself and your efficiency in utilizing your strength are too low!"

Amid the whistling air currents, Zhou Yan's sword only stabbed lightly and pierced through the countless sword lights coming from the surrounding area, catching the blade that was looming in the sweeping silver light.

Then he swung the short knife and destroyed Liang Sishui's attack.

clang!
A sound like a silver bell suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Liang Sishui felt a pain in the palm of his hand and the weapon slipped out of his hand. Frightened, he quickly took advantage of the situation to step back several steps to escape from Zhou Yan's attack.

"Whose family is this person from?"

Liang Sishui was already sweating profusely at this time.

Although Zhou Yan's sword strike just now was mediocre, Liang Sishui was also a veteran.

Naturally, he noticed that the stab of his blade just now had subtly avoided all the air currents, and he had seen through his moves in just one encounter and attacked through the flaw.

Push yourself back.

And logically speaking, no warrior can defeat a hundred alone. Even a martial saint would die if he was strangled by a dozen warriors who were at a lower level.

Not to mention competing with hundreds of people at the similar level as oneself at the muscle training level.

Liang Sishui has already seen that Zhou Yan is only at the level of training muscles and has not even trained his membranes. However, his physical strength seems to have no end, and his aura is getting stronger and stronger. The murderous intent emanating from him actually overwhelms the aura from all directions!
"Ghost Immortal, this might not be a ghost immortal who has returned from a calamity! Instead, it could be the reincarnation of some ancient figure?"

Liang Sishui suddenly felt like giving up.

He was not a fool. The situation was obviously not right at the moment. If he did not escape, wouldn't that be against the tradition of Moye Dao?

Puff puff!
A blood mist continued to spread around Zhou Yan.

In just a moment, the bandits who were so ferocious and fearless just now began to flee in all directions, and more than a hundred commanders were also looking for ways to survive.

It’s really that Zhou Yan is too efficient.

They were still filled with anger and murderous intent, but before they could react, most of the people around them were already dead or injured. How could they not be afraid?
But at this time, the huge mountain village had already turned into a cage.

Zhou Yan had a knife in his hand, and with a single move of his knife, no one could match him.

Realm, cultivation.

In terms of spiritual practice, Zhou Yan never blindly pursues improving his realm and strength, but instead prioritizes improving his understanding of his body, the changes produced by spiritual practice, and all the principles he has come into contact with and comprehended.

Then, practice to perfection.

Just broke through.

In this way, you can control everything about yourself to the extreme, and naturally you will have the maximum combat capability and all-round crushing of others.

Just like Zhou Yan now.

Although his realm is only at the level of tendon training, his qi, blood and physical strength have been trained to perfection, and his control over himself has reached the extreme.

Even the changes in airflow around the body can be utilized to save one's own physical strength and increase one's own attack capabilities.

After a few rounds, it is natural to crush them.

call,
suck!
Amid the blood, Zhou Yan adjusted his breathing.

Every time he swung the sword, his own strength and momentum continued to build up, until finally, the energy reached its peak.

Zhou Yan's eyes flashed, and he swung the short knife in his hand into the air.

Pour out all the accumulated momentum, strength, and murderous intent!

Wow~
The shouts and noises in the air also stopped.

When Zhou Yan swung his sword, highly concentrated air currents gathered into a line, like a ripple, expanding out at high speed and encompassing the entire mountain village.

Then, there was an endless stream of air, like the roaring river. Under Zhou Yan's sword, the sound of the wind was like a whistle!

Those who originally fled in all directions, some fought with Zhou Yan, and some took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Liang Sishui and a few commanders who had already retreated to the edge, as well as the bandits and robbers shrouded in the mountain strongholds, all froze in place, their eyes dimming.

Boom boom boom!
Then, there was the sound of things falling to the ground.

Large flakes of blood mist also rose into the sky from the air currents!

Whoosh!

The wind blew up the dust and smoke, and it took about fifteen breaths for it to settle.

Looking again, all I could see was corpses strewn across the ground, blood flowing like a river, gathering into pools of blood.

Bang!

He threw the dagger casually and it went three inches into the ground.

Glancing at the dead bodies all over the ground, Zhou Yan shook his head slightly.

The strength of this village is not weak, with more than a hundred warriors, enough to crush most of the towns. The village owner is at the bone training level, which is not considered weak in the world, but unfortunately the details of the cultivation are too poor, and there is no decent training method overall, which is why he was so easily penetrated.

If it is a regular army, then we have to use another approach.

With a light sigh, Zhou Yan began to plunder the remaining valuables inside. When he arrived at the gate of the stronghold and was about to leave, he thought about it and turned back.

The sky is clear, with little wind and no clouds.

The broad official road was filled with what seemed to be an endless stream of people, and a long line of carriages and horses, like a dragon, stretched out in a direction that seemed to have no end.

Mengzao City, inside the city gate.

Wang Wu drank his tea leisurely, with a long knife placed at his side, and crossed his legs leisurely, watching his classmates checking passers-by.

There are eight people guarding the city gate, working in shifts day and night.

Each class is divided into two groups, which take turns to relieve fatigue.

"Old Wang, are you going to Juhualou today?"

At the side, a middle-aged man in his thirties patted Wang Wu on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said:

"You got your wages yesterday, why don't you enjoy yourself today?"

"Go, go, go and play if you want!"

Wang Wu glanced at me and scolded me with a smile: "My wife has a bad temper. If she knew I went out to play, wouldn't she skin me alive?"

The work of guarding the city gates was exhausting, and there was little room for recreation.

So most of the time they drink some wine and listen to some music.

"Tch, boring."

The man took his hand off Wang Wu's shoulder and said with a bored look on his face.

"Ok?"

Wang Wu was about to tease, but his hand holding the teacup paused.

A barely perceptible tremor was coming from the official road, and it seemed to carry a hint of blood as it reached the city gate.

His face changed immediately and he placed one hand on the long sword beside him, ready to strike.

"No way, so unlucky?"

The person who just said he was looking for fun has also tensed up his body.

Although the Daqian world is stable, it does not mean that there are no bandits and disasters. Although Mengzao City is prosperous, it is not one of those big cities after all, and occasionally there will be some ignorant people coming to cause trouble.

On the other side, the soldiers who were checking passers-by also became alert.

Rumble~
A burst of exclamations suddenly rang out.

As Wang Wu and others suddenly became nervous and the increasingly strong tremor approached, they looked over.

A Taoist in black came over carrying a bucket cart in one hand.

When he saw Wang Wu and his companions, he glanced at the silent crowd around him, smiled helplessly, and put down the bucket cart casually.

boom!
With a slight sound, the bloody smell instantly became many times stronger.

Wang Wu and his companions were sharp-eyed and immediately saw the huge heads inside, with the red and white substances on them already dried and solidified.

Zhengzhengzheng!
As the faces of several people changed, Wang Wu and others were about to draw their swords:

"what do you want to do?"

"Bounty."

Zhou Yan said calmly.

He took some effort to bring all the Moye Dao and some wanted people with higher bounties over here.

This bounty is quite a bit, enough to buy a lot of medicinal herbs and things for cultivation.

Medicinal herbs would be fine, but if one wants to practice Taoism in the future, no matter whether it is ore that has been refined thousands of times or various rare treasures, they are all extremely expensive.

If we only rely on the money we get from those ruffians, it will not be enough for our expenses.

"A reward for the man?"

Wang Wu put down his knife for the moment, and tried to suppress his nausea as he looked at the many heads in the fighting cart. After looking at them for a moment, his expression changed again:
"The leader of Moyedao Village was also killed by you?"

As a city gate guard and an old hand at that, Wang Wu was concerned about many taboos, such as the portrait on the government's wanted poster, which he had to remember clearly.

At this moment, I recognized it immediately.

"Master, please wait a moment. I will send someone to notify the government office and have someone come over to identify the person and issue the reward."

Wang Wu looked embarrassed, but still said:

"You know, these 'things' are not easy to get into the city"

He felt uncomfortable and nauseous looking at such a bloody thing. If it entered the city, it would cause a huge commotion.

City guards, especially those guarding the city gates.

Its duty is not to kill the enemy head-on, but to judge whether various people and things can and are suitable to enter the city. It can be regarded as an upgraded version of the gatekeeper.

"Understood. I will go up to the first class for now."

Zhou Yan nodded slightly.

He wasn't bored enough to use these things to show off his martial arts skills.

"Quick, go inform the government office!"

Wang Wu said softly, "Tell them that a master killed the leader of Moye Dao, one of the 72 Daos of Chenshan, and sent his head here!"

"Yes, Brother Wang!"

Not far away, a 28-year-old city guard turned around quickly and left on his horse.

Soon after, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and the ground began to tremble slightly, and a group of people and horses rushed over.

"Where is the body?"

The leader, a constable, dismounted from his horse, waved his skirt, looked around, fixed his eyes on Zhou Yan for a moment, and then looked at the fighting cart.

After just three or two breaths, he gasped:
"Sure enough, they are the bandits from Moye Dao, and not only the head of the village leader Liang Sishui, but also many other leaders!"

The constable looked at Zhou Yan with a strange expression.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell who was the most powerful among the people here, but could it be that this cartload of heads had packed up all of Moye Dao's strength?

Without further delay, he took out a wooden box and revealed the banknotes inside.
(End of this chapter)