I, seal everything

Chapter 62 Massacre
Chi Chi Chi! !

Swords clashed, sparks flashed, and blood splattered.

The four high-ranking congregants were like sheep in a herd of tigers in an instant, and the warriors of the Sword Escort Bureau who were fighting in fright and anger suddenly suffered casualties.

I saw Zhu Ziwu's figure like the wind, and he was the first to rush into the crowd like a sharp arrow. The first bearded man raised his knife and roared to meet him, but he was instantly shocked back.

Those who can barely block the marrow training masters head-on are at least at the level of viscera training. This bearded man is obviously the leader of the martial arts masters.

However, the other martial artists around him didn't have such cultivation level. Seeing that the leader was knocked back, the two closest martial artists slashed at the attacking Zhu Ziwu from left and right without even thinking about it.

However, two chi chi!

While Zhu Ziwu was grinning, the ghost changed his tricks, the sword flashed and shot, an arm, a huge human head flew up, and the blood rained straight away!
There were no more than eight martial artists present, and one died and one was seriously injured when they met each other!

Then, Yao Changlai, Tang Yongcheng, and Zhao Zhixin, three high-ranking congregants, killed them at the same time, strangling them separately with brutal swords and swords.

Most of the other martial arts masters are not at the level of external training, and it is difficult to parry at all, and they almost suffer casualties when they meet face to face.

Screams and screams, desperate roars resounded endlessly.

Seeing this situation, the congregation surrounding the post howled excitedly, as if stimulated by such a bloody hunt;

At this moment, Qi Gang glanced displeasedly at Chen Zheng and Jiang Ping who were standing still in place:
"Why, the two of you need me to invite you to act? There are still people inside, go and take care of them, life or death!"

Chen Zheng's eyes were cold, and Jiang Ping winked immediately.

The two had no choice but to fly off their horses, cross the dilapidated earthen wall, and walk directly towards the earthen building of the station.

However, when he just stepped into it, two martial artists rushed out from the dark corner with their eyes tearing apart, and slashed wildly with their knives:

"Chopsticks, grandpa has fought with you—!"

The two rushed out of the space, roaring with vigor, and seemed to have a bone-training level of cultivation,

But this kind of cultivation is not enough in Jiang Ping's eyes, not to mention Chen Zheng.

His cold face flashed, and the iron spear in his hand swept across the flying stabs. Just a few strokes of the collision caused the arms of the martial artist who was slashing wildly to shake violently, the blade rebounded, and he staggered back.

Then, the cold light shot out like a flying star, and after the martial artist tried his best to parry a few moves, several blood holes appeared on his body, and then he fell down suddenly.

On Chen Zheng's side, the sword was even earlier, and the blade's cold light was flying, almost covering the young martial artist on the opposite side who wanted to die.

clang clang clang!

But in the blink of an eye or two, after a rush of metal and iron clanging, the other party's body trembled violently, blood burst out one after another, and then the figure flew backwards with a bang, crashing into the weathered wall.

The battle was resolved within three or five strokes, Chen Zheng sighed inwardly as he looked at the motionless young martial artist outside the cave.

Although he was forced to act as an accomplice, he had no grievances with the other party, so he did not kill him, but hit him hard with the back of the knife in the end, causing him to faint.

But whether the other party can survive in the end is beyond his current control.

At this moment, the sound of fighting outside the earth building faded away. When Chen Zheng and Jiang Ping walked out, they saw that most of the eight martial artists outside had fallen into a pool of blood.
Only the bearded man in the head remained, and another martial artist who seemed to be at the viscera level, soaked in blood, with countless stab wounds, was fighting Zhu Ziwu and others.

However, given the huge gap in strength between the two sides, they couldn't do it even if they wanted to change their lives.

In just a few strokes, it was at the end of the crossbow. One's throat was severed with a knife, and the other's chest was pierced by two disciples, blood spilled all over the ground.

The bloody smell filled the air, and finally all the warriors fell to the ground.

Chen Zheng who came out looked at this scene with gloomy eyes.

When he came to this world, he also killed people without mercy, but those were all enemies, enemies.

What Qi Gang, Zhu Ziwu and others did was pure evil.

And in this weird and weird world, how has such evil been rare?
Puff.

After the corpse of the last martial artist lay on the ground, Zhu Ziwu's clothes were stained with blood, he kicked the corpse under his feet contemptuously, and turned back with a smile:

"Emissary Zine, you can go in."

"Good job."

Qi Gang, a big horse with a tall head, rode his horse into the station lightly:

"Throw the corpse out, and then go and see what they escorted."

"Yes!"

Zhu Ziwu, who practiced marrow, was only inferior to Qi Gang, and immediately shouted, and ordered the other congregants to pick up the corpses on the ground, and then threw them out of the post station, exposing the corpses to the wilderness.

He didn't even bother to dig a pit and bury the corpse.

And when the martial artist who was stunned by Chen Zheng's dark hand was carried out.

"and many more!"

When Zhu Ziwu happened to pass by, he seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly stopped the two congregants who were carrying the corpse, and said coldly:

"There's still breath in this, haven't you two idiots noticed?"

laugh!
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his saber, pierced through the young martial artist's chest, and twisted hard.

The martial artist's body trembled slightly, and he was completely silent.

"Okay, throw it away, and I will be more careful next time!"

It was like slaughtering a chicken casually, Zhu Ziwu scolded a few times, and the two congregants who carried the corpse laughed again and again.

Chen Zheng on the side stared at this scene coldly, without speaking.

Zhu Ziwu looked over and said with a sneer:

"This man was carried out from the inside, and he was wounded by a knife. You should have dealt with it, right? As a senior trainer, even a martial artist at the outside level can't solve it neatly, making people laugh. Go back and practice hard. Martial arts, don't lose face of the god sect when you come out in the future!"

After a few reprimands, he left proudly.

Although Chen Zheng had a calm expression, he was unmoved.

There was a cold and dangerous look in his eyes.

After finishing the corpse, the sky was completely dark.

The other congregants also finished counting the goods escorted by the escort caravan warriors.

It was astonishingly full of hundreds of catties of various medicinal materials, worth hundreds of gold baht.

The Guangwu Celestial Dynasty implemented the gold and silver standard, and one copper baht could buy two flour steamed buns, and one silver baht was enough for a family of three and a half months to live.

And one gold baht can buy thousands of catties of fine grain.

The value of this batch of medicinal materials can be said to be not small, and it just so happens that the branch bases for medicinal materials are also urgently needed, and they just happen to be transported back for their own use.

In addition, the more than ten horses of the martial arts masters of the Fierce Sword Escort Bureau also gained a lot of money, adding up to a few gold baht.

Of course, all the gains have nothing to do with all the congregants present.

In this way, Qi Gang occupied the best position in the inn, followed by other senior congregants. Some of the other congregants rested and some kept vigil, spending the night.

As for Chen Zheng, he stayed up all night.

No one knows what is in his heart.

And it was early morning.

When the sky just lit up, everyone set off again, leading the goods harvested from yesterday's massacre and moving on.

Hurrying all the way, trekking for more than two hundred miles, finally arrived near the Yin Mountain where the blood eagle bandits were hiding before evening.

(End of this chapter)