Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

"Bang!"

The halberd spun, lightly swinging away the stream of light. Xu Sanyan glanced and saw a blood-red knife.

"Kill him!"

Zhe Yun's delicate face was full of ferocity. He attacked again with a sword in his right hand, but his left hand was quietly behind his back, hiding something.

The four guards attacked together, and the sword light was swaying, and the magic was gorgeous, covering Xu Sanyan.

"Boom!"

The surging magic power was diffused, and the smoke and dust covered his figure. Zhe Yun took advantage of Xu Sanyan's unclear vision and swung his left hand behind his back. A ball hit his feet.

"Boom!"

The ball exploded, and a layer of mottled light curtain surrounded him, and Zhe Yun and the four guards were wrapped in it.

Zhe Yun grinned, "Hehe, just accept your death, see where you can run!"

This sphere was made by the master of the formation of the Qian Kingdom. It is extremely strong. It has only one function, that is, to trap the enemy and buy time for yourself to escape.

But Zhe Yun doesn't like to use it to trap the enemy. Instead, he likes to use it as a duel to prevent the enemy from escaping.

Five against one, the advantage is mine!

Zhe Yun's smile became more and more arrogant. Looking at the dispersing smoke and dust, a tall red figure emerged from it. The four exposed arms were muscular, dark red lines covered the whole body, and the dark pupils stared at her intently, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Xu Sanyan looked down at the bloodstains on his body expressionlessly. These wounds slowly healed under his gaze, and in a moment, they were restored to their original state.

This kind of powerful attack is no different from itching to him.

His body had been strengthened by the blood-colored knife and two prayers, and it had already surpassed the cognition of ordinary people. Even if he stood there and let Zhe Yun chop him, she would have to chop him for a while.

The four Soul Refining Realm guards beside Zhe Yun were shocked. This man had endured their combined attack, but he was completely unharmed. What a physique!

Xu Sanyan looked up at the mottled light curtain and suddenly grinned, "It seems that you think you can defeat me?"

Zhe Yun's face was full of mockery, "Pretentious, a mere beginner in Soul Refining, do you still want to fight five people alone?"

After saying that, he waved his long sword, "Kill him!"

In an instant, the mottled light curtain lit up with various colors. If you stand outside the light curtain, you can only see the gorgeous colors, and you don't know what happened inside.

This light curtain can not only trap the enemy, but also isolate even the sound.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a figure hit the light curtain heavily. Zheyun's face turned pale, blood flowed out of her mouth, and the sword in her hand flew out and stabbed into the ground in front of her.

"Ah!!"

Zheyun suddenly cried out in pain, and saw that her right arm holding the sword was broken at the root, and the bloody flesh was exposed in the air. The blood was like a stream and could not be stopped.

One move!

She only held on to one move under the opponent's hand, and then her right arm was twisted off, the sword was taken away, and a palm was slapped on the chest.

This was the first time she felt the breath of death at such a close distance, and the despair of that moment made her extremely suffocated.

As a princess, Zheyun has been of noble status since childhood. She has suffered such injuries for decades. Others who know her status respect her, which makes her more unscrupulous.

But today, she met someone who didn't spoil her. If it weren't for the guards who risked their lives to save her, she would have died.

"Puff..."

Zhe Yun stood up with all her strength and took out the pill from her storage bag. Her empty right arm made her feel uncomfortable. She tried several times before finally taking it out and swallowing it.

"I must kill you!" Zhe Yun gritted her teeth, wishing she could swallow the man alive.

How dare he hurt her?

Zhe Yun spat out a mouthful of blood and roared with a hideous face, "Catch him alive, I will make him wish for death!"

"Boom!"

The smoke and dust were surging, making the mottled light curtain chaotic and nothing could be seen clearly. Zhe Yun did not dare to join the battle rashly and had to wait at the edge.

"Ah!"

A scream came out, and Zhe Yun recognized that it was the voice of her guard Xiao Bai, a mid-level soul cultivator and the one with the highest cultivation among the four.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the smoke and dust, "Princess, hurry..."

"Crack!"

A crisp sound interrupted his words, followed by the sound of broken bones.

"Bang~"

With the last muffled sound, the flying smoke and dust finally calmed down, as if foreshadowing the end of the battle.

Zhe Yun was uneasy and no longer had the initial confidence. The guard's shout just now seemed to make her...

Run?

In a panic, a fine cold sweat suddenly broke out on Zhe Yun's face. He still couldn't believe it. All four guards were dead?

"No... Impossible,"

Zhe Yun staggered and leaned on the light curtain, looking into the depths of the smoke, and said with a barely perceptible tremor in his tone, "Xiao Bai, A Da, did you catch him?"

For a long while, there was no response.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a figure sat next to the broken tree. Four figures were lying in a mess under the figure's feet, and broken limbs were thrown around randomly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhe Yun's brain was blank in an instant. A head was torn off alive, and the pale face was bloodless. The eyes were still not closed, staring at her straight.

"Xiao...Xiaobai?"

Zheyun looked at the very familiar head, muttering in disbelief.

She didn't believe that Xiaobai, who had grown up with her, died here in such an unclear way.

"Ada..."

Beside the head, there was a person lying, his body was broken, the back of his head was almost stuffed between his legs, and he had already stopped breathing.

The smoke and dust completely dissipated, Xu Sanyan held the secret fruit in one hand and the halberd in the other, and slowly stood up. One of his arms was broken under his ribs, and a huge wound on his waist was bleeding.

Xu Sanyan was also seriously injured, but not as serious as it looked. It was just some skin injuries, unlike the last time when the lungs were injured.

"Princess Zheyun?"

Xu Sanyan turned her head and looked at him. There were traces of blood on her red face, and she couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

Zheyun didn't say anything, staring blankly at the bodies of the four guards, her mind was blank.

She suddenly realized that once she lost the four guards, she was actually nothing, just like the weeds on the roadside that could be picked by anyone.

Looking at the man who was pressing step by step, Zheyun didn't know what to do.

Should she kneel down and beg for mercy?

Or stand up and resist.

Normally, she always disliked Ah Da for being too controlling, but now without Ah Da's nagging, she found herself like an empty shell.

Xu Sanyan's tall body stood in front of her. After manifesting his Taoist body, he was more than ten feet tall. Zhe Yun under his feet was like a baby, barely reaching his waist.

Xu Sanyan pinched her neck and lifted her up, his ferocious fangs flashing.

Zhe Yun's eyes were filled with tears uncontrollably. The great terror between life and death made her forget everything in an instant, and she no longer cared about sadness.

She realized at this moment that she was not afraid of death. The reason why she acted without scruples before was just because she knew she could not die.

But now it's different. She knows that the man in front of her really dares to kill her!

She doesn't want to die.

Zhe Yun was pinched by the neck, her face flushed, and she begged for mercy with difficulty, "Let me go, I am the princess of Gan Country, if you kill my father, he will not let you go..."

"Hehehe..."