Film and TV time travel: reselling supplies as soon as the end of the world

"I haven't even thanked you for helping me break through yet! Why are you running?"

Zhou Yang's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the two men, and they ran faster.

Lu Zhangke felt as if he had lost two legs. Although he could not defeat the innate strong man before, he should have no problem escaping. However, the aura Zhou Yang exuded just now, and the way he released his true energy, made him unable to muster the heart to resist at all.

"Don't run away. You don't want your princess anymore? If you don't want her anymore, King Ruyang will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

Zhou Yang's voice came again, and Lu Zhangke wanted to curse. What's the point of being a princess now? Prince Ruyang can do whatever he wants. At worst, I can escape overseas.

Not feeling any movement behind him, Lu Zhangke turned around and looked behind him, but did not see Zhou Yang. Pang Yuyao and the horse were standing there in the distance. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Zhou Yang's voice in his ears.

"What are you looking at? Are you still in the mood to look around at this time?"

All the hairs on Lu Zhangke's body stood up. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Zhou Yang standing beside him with a blue and white ball of light in his hand.

No longer caring about his dignity, he knelt on the ground with a plop: "Master Zhou, please spare my life. I am willing to be your dog. I..."

"Humph, I don't need a dog now!"

As soon as Zhou Yang finished speaking, he raised the Rasengan in his hand and shot it towards Lu Zhangke. Lu Zhangke raised his hands and used his internal force to try to block it, but as soon as his arm came into contact with the Rasengan, it shattered it.

Lu Zhangke only saw the blue-white ball of light getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, and knew that he had no consciousness anymore.

There was a boom.

Zhou Yang jumped into the air in one step, and without even looking at Lu Zhangke who was blown to pieces by the Rasengan, he chased after He Biweng.

"Brother!!!"

The sound of the explosion attracted Hebi Weng's attention. Looking back, he saw that not even a corpse of Lu Zhangke was left. Only a pile of charred flesh was left. A feeling of sadness arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Zhou Yang, I'm going to fight you!"

Seeing Hebi Weng no longer running away but rushing towards him, ready to fight him to the death, Zhou Yang sneered, "Okay, I'll fulfill your friendship as a fellow apprentice!"

He Biweng's eyes turned red. He mobilized all the internal strength in his body, concentrated it on his palms, and hit Zhou Yang hard in the face.

Zhou Yang used the Nine Yang Divine Art and also met He Biweng's palm with one palm.

Snapped!

This time, when the two palms hit each other, there was no air wave like before, and the expression on Hebi Weng's face kept changing. After a few seconds, the clothes on Hebi Weng's arms made a hissing sound and suddenly scattered, and the scraps of cloth splashed into the air, covered with blood.

Then cracks appeared on his arm one after another, and the muscles on his arm also collapsed one after another. With the frequent popping sounds, the muscles on Hebiweng's arm suddenly turned into powder and spread to his shoulders.

Hebi Weng looked at his only remaining skeleton palm, which was still pressed on Zhou Yang's palm. He looked up at Zhou Yang, and blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth: "The innate strong man is really strong!"

Zhou Yang nodded, moved his wrist, and grabbed Hebi Weng's neck: "Well, it's a pity that you don't have a chance in this life!"

Hebi Weng slowly closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Yes, there is no chance in this life!"

Click!

There was a crisp sound from Hebiweng's neck, and his head tilted to one side!

Zhou Yang threw Hebi Weng's body aside and said slowly, "Zhang Wuji, I have taken your Nine Yang Magic Skill. Now I will help you kill the two Xuanming Elders. You won't have to suffer from the cold poison invasion in the future. We are even now!"

The sudden change happened too quickly. Before Zhao Min could react, the two Xuanming Elders died at the hands of Zhou Yang.

Seeing that the two Xuanming Elders were still dead, Zhao Min no longer hesitated, turned around and was about to escape with the remaining soldiers.

"Princess Zhao Min, where are you going?"

Zhou Yang's voice was like a devil's voice, reaching Zhao Min's ears, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Zhou Yang, I am a royal relative, how dare you attack me?"

Zhou Yang laughed and said, "Miss, you still don't understand the situation clearly?"

"Protect the princess!"

Among the remaining soldiers, an officer dressed in centurion's uniform, brought less than a hundred soldiers to protect Zhao Min.

However, these people did not give Zhao Min much sense of security. While she was panicking, she was still thinking about how to deal with them.

Zhou Yang walked slowly towards Zhao Min step by step with a smile on his face.

Zhou Yang's fearless expression made Zhao Min swallow her saliva: "Zhou Yang, my father said that as long as you surrender to the court, he will give you countless wealth, money and beauties."

"Really? It's already this time, why don't you give up the resistance?"

"I'm telling the truth. You are so skilled in martial arts, my father will definitely use you. Submitting to the court is better than being a rebel!"

Zhou Yang smacked his lips. "That's really disappointing. I'm used to it and don't want to be a dog for the imperial court. The Mongols invaded my Chinese land and slaughtered so many of my brothers and sisters. They want me to work for the imperial court. It's wishful thinking!"

"Zhou Yang, don't be stubborn. The world respects martial arts. The Song Dynasty is weak, and I, the Mongols, will replace it. This is destiny!"

"Well said. Since martial arts are respected in this world, you should surrender now and I will spare the lives of your men."

Zhou Yang's words moved the soldiers who were protecting Zhao Min. Who would want to die if they could survive?

The centurion saw that the morale of the army was shaken by Zhou Yang's bewitching, and shouted anxiously:

"Brothers, don't listen to this rebel's nonsense. If we can't protect the princess, we will die if we go back, and we will also bring trouble to our wives and children."

The centurion's words woke everyone up. If they fled back, they would surely die considering Prince Ruyang's love for the little princess. If they died in battle, their families would still receive some compensation.

Zhou Yang saw that his words of deception had no effect after being pointed out by the centurion. He was not angry, as it was just a few more Mongolian soldiers who died.

"Since you want to die so badly, I will help you."

"Brothers, kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The centurion shouted and led everyone to charge towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang's figure flashed and appeared in front of the centurion: "You are the only one who talks too much."

The centurion was not surprised at all to see Zhou Yang appear. He raised the scimitar in his hand and was about to chop him down. However, the next moment, he felt a numbness in his wrist and a burning pain in his shoulder.

When he turned his head, he saw that it was Zhou Yang who had twisted his wrist and chopped off his arm at the shoulder with his scimitar.

The blood on his shoulder had just seeped out, and his eyes were spinning. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

Zhou Yang glanced at the centurion's head that had fallen to the ground, swung his scimitar in a knife flower, and charged into the crowd again. The crowd was immediately filled with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere.

The remaining few soldiers who were protecting Zhao Min quickly grabbed Zhao Min and said, "Princess, let's run."

Zhao Min nodded hurriedly, turned around and was about to run, but heard a woman's voice.

"Princess Zhao Min, my elder brother Zhou said that you can't leave!"

Thanks to [Wu Zhao who loves to eat kimchi and muscle] for sending the love electricity, / bow, big brother, your name is too difficult to write