The Beacon of Kyushu

The leader of the village was furious when he heard this, and struck Wan Jianfeng with a sword from above, carrying the evil wind. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly raised his hand and shouted: "Hey, wait a minute! Yao Hongbin has been dead for such a long time. Even if you want to find him as a companion again, you can't miss this moment, right?"

"What are you going to do!" the leader of the village shouted in confusion.

Wan Jianfeng said calmly: "Master of the Dazhai, you haven't even told anyone your name clearly. If you die like this in the hands of me, I will feel aggrieved for you."

The leader of the village said impatiently: "I gave you the nickname 'Xiashanhu', and the surname is Zhang Minggui! Could it be that you still want to go to the Lord of Hell after death to sue me!"

Wan Jianfeng shook his head and glanced at the three village leaders one by one, "You three are really interesting. You are all human beings, but you are not called tiger, cat, or rhinoceros. I don't know what you thought. It's a gang of lynx beasts! I'm going to kill you all today. If word spreads to the world in the future, the fools in the martial arts world will probably think that I'm out hunting!"

Zhang GUI thought Wan Jianfeng was going to say something important, but he didn't expect that he just used the three of them to rinse him again. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he put them all on the broad sword in his hand, "surname" Wan, stop talking nonsense, I will send you on your way!"

Wan Jianfeng saw that Zhang GUI's attack was just an ordinary sword strike, but the power contained in the sword was truly astonishing. He hurriedly dodged to the side, walked around behind Zhang GUI like a ghost, and tripped towards Zhang GUI's lower plate.

When Zhang GUI saw that he had struck the air with his sword, he expected that Wan Jianfeng would be deceitful, so he hurriedly used all his strength to hit the lower plate. Wan Jianfeng's trip not only failed to trip the tall Zhang GUI, but instead caused pain to his own legs and feet.

"Hey!" Wan Jianfeng yelled and quickly pulled his feet back, fearing that Zhang GUI would take advantage of the situation to clamp his calf and chop him for measuring the road, "You little tiger, you still have a few more moments! But you Since I have to take my life, I just want to be a tiger-fighting hero and get rid of you on behalf of the local people."

"You want to get rid of me? What a joke!" Zhang GUI suddenly turned around, then changed the direction of the broad sword in his hand, and slashed towards the back. This sword is faster and braver than before, and the sword's edge stirs up a strong wind, showing the unique power of a broad sword.

He thought that with his sword, even if Wan Jianfeng's head was not moved, he could at least seriously injure him. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, not only did he not see Wan Jianfeng's person, he didn't even see Wan Jianfeng's shadow. He was just about to withdraw the powerful sword, but a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and at the same time he was kicked hard in the lower abdomen.

"Ah!" Zhang GUI screamed and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His heavy body was kicked five or six feet away before he fell hard to the ground. Zhang Gucai fell to the ground and struggled to stand up, but he couldn't get up no matter what.

Zhang GUI had an irreversible friendship with Yao Hongbin, so he naturally knew how Yao Hongbin died. In the past, he often regretted it and laughed at how a strong-backed man like Yao Hongbin could kick a skinny beggar away at will. Only now did he realize that he was wrong. Big mistake!

Wan Jianfeng looked at Zhang GUI who was lying on the ground and said with a smile: "Haha, Master Zhang Dazhao, aren't you a tiger that went down the mountain? How did you turn into a creeper? If you don't get up again, I will do something evil to you. Here you go!”

Zhang GUI glared at Wan Jianfeng, his eyes full of anger. If he could stand up, he would chop this annoying melon alive to relieve the anger in his chest. When Wu Ti and Lu Li saw something unexpected happened to the general of Dazhai, they quickly charged towards Wan Jianfeng with their weapons in hand. When Wan Jianfeng saw them coming towards him, he didn't feel nervous at all. Instead, he said with a smile: "Xiao Wu, Xiao Lu, I just killed the leader of the village. You two are so greedy that you kept shouting in your heart." It’s not fair, isn’t it? Okay, I’ll let you all enjoy being fucked!”

Wu Ti and Lu Li were unwilling to talk nonsense with Wan Jianfeng. When he came near, they used their swords and stabs at the same time to attack Wan Jianfeng. Not seeing how Wan Jianfeng's body was moving, he had already turned behind Wu Ti. He leaned against Wu Ti with all his strength. Wu Ti could not stand on his feet, and his tall body was directed towards Lu Li's thin body. He pounced, and at the same time, there was the heavy machete in his hand.

"Mother!" Lu Li was so frightened that he screamed. Fortunately, he was agile and managed to avoid Wu Ti and the deadly machete in his hands. When Lu Li dodged, Wu Ti's body flew into the air and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Lu Li looked at Wu Ti who had fallen down and Zhang Gui who was kicked over, and was secretly thankful in his heart. But one second he was complacent that he had escaped today's disaster, but the next second he was tripped hard by someone, and before he could even scream, he fell to the ground. When the bandits saw the three village leaders all falling to the ground in an instant, they thought Wan Jianfeng knew how to use magic. They were so frightened that they fled away, hating his parents for not giving him two more legs.

Wan Jianfeng looked at the people in front of the mountain and showed a rather complacent smile, "Haha, you bobcats and wild beasts don't stay in the mountains and stay well, why do you have to run out and harm the world? If it weren't for my master, he would be involved in everything. If you are too strict, I will have to stretch your muscles, peel off your skin, and make a delicious meal of roasted beast meat!"

The three of them lay on the ground, staring at Wan Jianfeng hatefully. Among them, Wu Ti was the least injured. He got up and wanted to fight Wan Jianfeng desperately. But just as he staggered up from the ground, Wan Jianfeng had already tripped out another leg, and Wu Ti, who had not yet regained his footing, fell heavily to the ground again.

Wan Jianfeng clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Wu Second Village, why did you fall down again just after you got up? I heard that rhinos like to roll in the mud. Today I saw that the rumors are true!"

"You're so stubborn about fanning, don't go too far!" Wu Ti punched the ground with his right fist, shaking the ground within a few feet of him. However, no matter how powerful he was, he refused to do anything anymore stood up. Wan Jianfeng pointed at Wu Ti's nose and laughed. Then he turned and left Zhongqishan, but suddenly heard the voices of two middle-aged men behind him.

One of the two had a voice as loud as a giant spirit, and the other had a voice as soft as a demon. Not only could ordinary people hear their voices, but even a man like Wan Jianfeng, who had experienced countless storms and waves, felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart when he heard them. Speak of horror.

Wan Jianfeng turned around subconsciously and saw two middle-aged men in strange clothes behind him. The middle-aged man on the left is tall and tall, with sharp eyes and a beard. His robe is as red as flames, but the collar and sleeves are decorated with dark blue. The middle-aged man on the right has a thin figure, a goatee, and a dark sparkle in his eyes. He wears a robe as blue as the abyss, but the collar and sleeves are decorated with bright red. They were both awkward and inexplicably harmonious standing together, as if one of them was missing, the other would be completely eclipsed.

"Wan Jianfeng! As the son of Wan Mengsheng, you are always the enemy of your Uncle Murong Zhou. Today, I, Wang Shaoyang, will cut off your dog's head to vent my anger on our old leader!" Nian roared, and struck with a fierce sword. The sword was filled with blazing scorching gas, so hot that it made people breathless.

Wan Jianfeng was shocked. Fortunately, he was extremely skillful in movement and was able to avoid the middle-aged man's sword. "Hey, who are you talking about, Uncle Murong? Apart from that little witch, this young hero Besides, I don’t know anyone else with the surname Murong, so you must be mistaken!”

(End of this chapter)