Clang ~ Clang ~
After his internal energy had recovered a little, Ying Hong stepped on the Tianwen sword, found a random market, bought a jug of wine with the silver pieces he usually carried with him, and then returned to the top of the mountain.
Considering that he had just reached the Xiantian Realm, and only had a tiny bit of inner power left, Ying Hong decided to practice his sword skills first, so that he could gain more Inheritance Points and increase his inner power.
However, when he pulled out his sword, the system notification that should have sounded did not appear for a long time.
"What the hell? System, why isn't there any notification about the inheritance?”
Ying Hong asked the system in his mind.
Ding! Sword, a killing weapon!
Hearing this, Ying Hong raised his eyebrows and fell silent.
The system's answer was still short, but he already understood what it meant.
If he wanted to continue obtaining Inheritance Points, simple sword practice was no longer useful. He still needed to see blood.
If one counted the sword experts of the current generation, which one of them did not kill their way out from the blood sea and corpse tide?
"Then, it's time for the Tianwen sword to shine!”
Standing proudly on top of the mountain, Ying Hong gulped down a mouthful of wine and licked his lips. A blood-red light flashed across his eyes.
......
"Hahaha, I've finally waited for you.”
"Big brother, looking at the clothes of this group of people, their net worth should be quite high.”
"Big brother, when do we make our move? This little brother is only waiting for your orders.”
"Big brother!"
Deep in the mountains, a group of burly men with disheveled clothes but holding various weapons were hiding in the forest. Their gazes were fixed on the convoy on the mountain road beside the forest as they whispered.
The person in the lead had a sturdy build and was holding a hammer in each hand. Moreover, judging from the degree of the depression, the weight should not be light.
"Now is the time. Brothers, charge!
Leave the women behind and kill all the men. Don't let a single one go.”
The brawny man ignored his subordinates 'shouts and waited until the convoy on the mountain road had completely entered their encirclement. Then, he stood up abruptly and issued an order loudly.
" Kill!!!"
"Leave your life behind!"
"Those who block me will die!"
Following the brawny man's voice, the people in the forest on both sides of the mountain road immediately raised their weapons and rushed towards the convoy. As they rushed, they shouted.
......
"It's over, it's over. We've encountered the bandits from the past…"
In the convoy on the mountain road, a middle-aged man with a big belly heard the commotion and poked his head out from the carriage. With just a glance, he immediately recognized the rough identity of this group of thieves.
Ever since Qin destroyed the six states, many of the scattered remaining armies of the six states did not want to become Qin's citizens. They hid in the mountains and relied on robbing to survive.
These people were much stronger than ordinary mountain bandits in terms of combat strength and discipline, so the common people gave them a unified name, the army bandits.
The middle-aged man's motorcade was not without resistance. After all, they were outside. How could they dare to do business without the ability to protect themselves?
However, this bit of resistance was only enough to deal with ordinary Mountain Thieves, but it was completely insufficient against Army Thieves.
Therefore, when the two sides first came into contact, the guards on the convoy's side were quickly scattered.
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"Kill, kill, kill. Whether we eat meat or starve for the next half a month will depend on the heads we harvest today.”
In this one-sided situation, the brawny man with the hammer became even more ferocious. He used the hammer to smash the heads of the convoy guards while still having the mood to motivate his subordinates.
"Don't worry, Boss. Those with more heads will eat meat, and those with less will drink soup.”
"Hahaha, everyone knows that heads are good stuff.”
“......”
The brawny man's goal had been achieved. His subordinates fought to be the first to wave their weapons at every living guard in their line of sight, in order to exchange more heads for meat.
Under such circumstances, even if some of the guards threw down their weapons and surrendered, they would definitely receive a fatal attack.
"Big River Sword from the Heavens…"
Just as these bandits were in the midst of killing, a slightly intoxicated magnetic voice sounded above their heads and approached them at an extremely fast speed.
They subconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.
"This... This was... Is it an immortal?"
"Fly…Someone is flying in the sky…"
"The immortals have descended…"
“......”
A black-robed youth with a greatsword on his feet landed steadily in the middle of the battle at an extremely fast speed.
When the young man's feet stood on the ground, the greatsword instantly shrank. As if it had a spirit, it directly entered the young man's slightly opened right hand.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp…"
The young man held his sword in one hand and pulled the wine pot from his waist with the other. He raised his head and took a few big gulps of wine.
"This sword riding flight is indeed the best way to intimidate the enemy!
However, these people were really stupid. They were still in a daze when they were about to die.”
The young man was none other than Ying Hong, who had been searching for the traitor for a long time.
He sighed in his heart, but his hands did not delay.
With a light tap of his foot, Ying Hong immediately approached a man who was still in a daze.
Chi ~
Ding…Wine Sword Immortal Inheritance Points 0.2%.
The Tianwen sword gently flicked, and the man's head was separated from his shoulder. Blood instantly spurted out from his neck.
"Don't just stand there, kill!"
The bright red blood made the brawny man with the hammer come back to his senses. He roared, trying to wake up his subordinates who were still in a daze.
"It's too late to react now!”
Ying Hong, who had already rushed towards another man, sneered and shook his head. He took another sip of wine, but didn't stop moving.
ah ~
Kick ~
Stab, horizontal, point, collapse…
There were no fancy moves. What Ying Hong used was only the thirteen basic moves of the sword art.
However, it was enough to deal with these bandits who were at most at the Connate realm.
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