People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

They were at a standstill, Zhang Wuwei didn't care, he swiped his sword again and stabbed to death the two robbers standing in front of him.

He came unhurriedly to the front of the horse.

Ma Hao's back was soaked in an instant, careless, this newcomer is not those ordinary young masters.

Patting his bare chest hair, he said with a bold face: "Dare to ask where the young man is from, I am the White Jade Pillar Horse of the Eight Great Vajras of Heihu Mountain."

Zhang Wuwei raised his eyebrows, huh?Comprehensive martial arts to suppress bandits mighty Tiger Mountain?

Seeing that Zhang Wuwei was distracted, Ma Hao instantly swung his sword and threw out a bag of lime powder, intending to blind his eyes.

Zhang Wuwei waved his long sleeve with his left hand contemptuously. Although he didn't learn how to use his sleeves, he could still fly some lime powder.

The right hand extended the long sword across the horse's blade.

Ma Hao was overjoyed, he was indeed a rookie, with a little martial arts, he didn't know where to go.

Although his internal strength is low, but his strength is very strong, under the carelessness of ordinary warriors, there are not a few who are split into two by him.

Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed at Zhang Wuwei even harder.

Zhang Wuwei's face was still so contemptuous, a slight deflection of the long sword in his right hand made the big knife lose its direction, and cut obliquely into the ground for more than half an inch.

Hey, I have two strengths, I admire in my heart, and my hands don't stop.

The long sword was turned over and flew in the air, instantly cutting several of Ma Hao's cronies who came forward, and finally spun the long sword and landed on Ma Hao's neck.

The rest of the people were so scared that they didn't dare to move. Although their martial arts were not high, they were still very accurate in judging people.

The existence of defeating the leader in one move and beheading several masters at the same time is simply not something they can deal with.

At this time, the best way is to pretend to be cowardly.

The leader, Ma Hao, fell to his knees with a thump and cried, "Young man, the little one is forced to do nothing."

"There are old people on the small ones, and young people on the bottom ones, and there are landlords who occupy the land, and the government forcibly expropriates it."

As he spoke, snot and tears flowed down his nose.

The burly body, the ferocious features, and the naked and fluttering chest hair add to this cry.

It was really sad to smell, moved to hear, and vomited to see.

Maybe an ordinary knight would have been fooled by him like this.

But who is Zhang Wuwei?

"Really?" Zhang Wuwei leaned over to look, then turned to the other person and asked, "What he said is the truth?"

Under Ma Hao's fierce eyes, Wang Hushan said to Zhang Wuwei with a charming smile:

"Yes, yes, young man, these are all true."

Tears flowed down my face as I spoke: "Thinking that poor peasants like us are forced to do nothing, woo woo woo. Otherwise, how could woo woo."

Zhang Wuwei randomly ordered a few more people, crying and complaining that the world is unfair and people are not as good as dogs.

"So I misunderstood everyone?" Zhang Wuwei put his long sword back into its sheath: "But what if you lied to me?"

Ma Hao kowtowed several times: "Young man, how dare I lie to you."

Gritting his teeth: "If the young man doesn't believe it, I will take the young man to my house"

Before he could say those two words, he felt: Hey, this headless corpse in front of him looks familiar.
Zhang Wuwei shook his head: "Oh, it's fine if you lie to me, but you still want to trick me into going to your cottage?"

"You really take me for a fool?"

"Ding, get 3 points of Demon Venerable."

Following the system reminder, the corners of Zhang Wuwei's mouth rose slightly, as expected, he had Mozun value.

In the eyes of other robbers, this is very abnormal. Are you still laughing after killing someone?

I trembled all over, shrank my body, lowered my head as much as possible, silently praying not to see me, not to see me.

Zhang Wuwei came to Wang Hushan with a smile, and Wang Hushan had to raise his head with a charming smile.

"Hey, young man, I"

Zhang Wuwei smiled, and moved the Juehuhu's claws to press on their waists.

Immediately, Wang Hushan's face turned pale, and he endured the severe pain: "Young man, I."

"Yo? Can you bear this?" Zhang Wuwei increased his strength and slowly twisted his wrist.

Wang Hushan couldn't bear it anymore, rolled his eyes, his feet turned yellow, and fell down with a foul smell.

Zhang Wuwei backed away with some disgust, and drew out his long sword.

Wang Hushan didn't fall back when he saw this, and turned around to run away.

It was Zhang Wuwei's sword result.

But he didn't gain any Mozun value.

His eyes turned, and the robbers around him scattered.

Collecting money from the leader, Zhang Wuwei continued on his horse.

You have been undercover for many years, playing tricks with him?

Too pediatric.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, just like this all the way to investigate and wipe out the robbers and bandits all the way.

A lot of money has been harvested, the value of Mozun is very little, and there is no news about Zhu Wu's Lianhuan Village.

On this day, when Zhang Wuwei was thinking to himself that he couldn't go on like this, he was stopped by more than 100 big men and surrounded him.

The leading man had a wretched face and was bald on the top of his head, but his long hair stood up on both sides.

But the eyes are very bright, looking from a distance like a bald eagle with spread wings.

He took a step forward and said, "A certain one is the leader of the Black Tiger Mountain, the Sanjuezuo Mountain Sculpture."

Pointing to the seven people around him, he introduced: "They are Yingmenliang Liu Mazi, Tuotianliang Zuihua, Corner Liang Yin,

Shun Tianliang has a pinch of hair, Feng Feilong is cruel-hearted, and Buddhist Zhu has a flat nose, sweeping away Zhu's tongue. "

"A few days ago, you killed our eighth brother Bai Yuzhu, so today I will give you two choices."

"Either, you join our cottage as the old eighth, or you save your life to pay homage to the old eighth."

Zhang Wuwei sat on the horse, looked around and said, "What a domineering bandit leader."

"Then why don't I give you a choice, now that I break my arms and kneel down to call Grandpa, I'll send him to heaven."

"Or if I broke both arms and knelt down to call grandpa, I'll send him to heaven too."

"After all, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. With both arms broken, you will definitely be able to go to the west."

"Slick tongue." Mr. Zhang looked at Zhang Wuwei coldly and said, "I will give you time to count to three at the end."

"three."

"two."

"Do it."

Si Liang took the lead and went straight to Zhang Wuwei. The remaining three pillars drew their weapons and attacked the horses to prevent Zhang Wuwei from escaping.

The rest of the minions followed suit one after another. In their minds, the leader and the Seven King Kongs were there, plus them.

Isn't it easy to win a thirteen or four-year-old eighth-rank warrior?
Zhang Wuwei sat on the horse and opened the comprehension card in seconds. This is not the time to keep it.

If people are gone, there will be nothing.

The figure fluttered and twirled while falling, and he drew out the long sword, in the eyes of the old seven who couldn't believe it.

A sword pierced his throat.

How could it be, he is obviously only at the eighth rank, only one rank higher than the old seven.
How could it be possible to instantly kill with a single sword, and Zuo Shandiao's hand tightened, and he was only at the eighth rank.

There was panic in his eyes. Recently, Zhang Wuwei's clean-up of robbers and bandits has already aroused some people's dissatisfaction.

After spending the reward, he must be removed, otherwise how could his mountain eagle come to avenge an old man?
However, he clearly investigated clearly that the other party was just a brat of the eighth rank.

He brought seven ninth-rank players, plus more than a hundred masters from the mountains.
But why did he have an ominous premonition?