Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 364 Scourge! (seeking subscription)

   "This is what you deserve," Zhang Jing raised his chin.

   This is the consequence of provoking Zhang Jing.

   or die,

   Or the whole family will be destroyed.

   There is no third option.

   "It's useless to talk too much. It's my fault for provoking Your Excellency. I have nothing to excuse. I just ask Your Excellency to show kindness and let the young children of the clan go."

   Zhang Jing's ruthlessness has been learned, so he doesn't expect him to let everyone go.

  Because that's not realistic.

   It is already a blessing to have some children of the Yun family.

   As long as Yun's blood can still remain, he can feel a little bit at ease when he goes down.

  Hearing this, the Patriarch of the Song family, who was still moving a little bit, stopped moving, and just listened to Zhang Jing's answer quietly.

  Hearing the pleading of the ancestor of the Yun family, Zhang Jing nodded with a smile.

  Afterwards, in the joyful eyes of the ancestor of the Yun family, he said,

"no."

"Zhang, city lord Zhang, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. After all, they are only young children and will not pose any threat to you. Besides, if you do things so cruel and spread to the Central Plains, I am afraid that those who are righteous You've fallen into magic."

   "Why do you need to affect your reputation because of these trivial things?"

   The ancestor of the Yun family begged.

  It is impossible to speak harshly, and only by begging Zhang Jing can he save his young child of the Yun family.

   "The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy, and you should thank me for that," Zhang Jing grinned, looking a little weird.

"As for the matter of the Central Plains, don't worry about it. If anyone dares to classify me as a demon, then I will let them see what the real demon is. As long as you kill enough and ruthlessly, no one will dare to mention me." He's a man of magic."

  This is Zhang Jing's consistent approach. There are many people who are more ruthless than him in the world, and there are not many people who are more cruel than him.

  Why aren't they said to be demons?

  Because they are strong enough,

  Because they are ruthless enough.

   "Everyone, we will kill the blood demon together."

   A loud shout resounded throughout the ruins of the palace.

   Afterwards, people began to pour in from all directions.

   It was densely packed, Zhang Jing took a closer look, and there were at least thousands of people.

  Most of these people are warriors, basically the elite of the three major families.

   I don't know who inspired me to come here.

   "Old dog, your filial sons and grandsons are here," Zhang Jing said nonchalantly to the ancestors of the Yun family and the dying ancestors of the Song family on the ground.

  What era is this, and they are still playing crowd tactics.

   Do you think the ground of the palace is not red enough?

  If they were not innate, they might still be piled to death with a sea of ​​people.

   Once you become an innate extraordinary person, and then face an opponent who is inferior to innate, it is equivalent to a dimensionality reduction blow.

   "Let's go," the ancestor of the Yun family glared and shouted.

   It was too late to hide, and they came to die.

   "Don't worry, ancestor, even if grandson and others die today, they will have to bite off two pieces of this blood demon's flesh. You should leave first. As long as you live, I, Yun, will be here."

  A middle-aged man said in grief and indignation.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, well said," Zhang Jing smiled and applauded.

  He hasn't seen such a harmonious and filial family scene for a long time.

  But unfortunately, it is impossible for the man to bite off the two pieces of Zhang Jing.

   Give him two hairs, which are still the old hairs of the ancestor of the Yun family.

   "Blood devil, you will be punished by heaven for committing such heinous crimes," the middle-aged man glared at Zhang Jing.

"God's punishment? Your Yun family has caused disasters to the Southwest for hundreds of years. I don't know how many people died at the hands of your Yun family. Today, I am your Yun family's punishment. As for me, you don't have to worry about it. No one in this world can Judge me for me, yes."

   Zhang Jing sneered, and stepped out.

  In an instant, the calm sky turned into a cloud of blood in an instant.

  The Red Dust Knife in his hand floated in front of him, and a huge murderous intent erupted instantly.

  The **** sword light reappeared in the sky, covering everyone in the ruined palace.

   It's like hell.

   "No," the ancestor of the Yun family opened his eyes wide and roared.

  The ancestor of the Song family, who was half dead on the ground, seemed to be awakened, and raised a finger.

  But soon, the finger fell to the ground again.

  He no longer has the extra strength to prop up his fingers.

   "Ah, ah, ah."

"no, do not want."

   "Senior, please forgive me, senior, please forgive me."

   The voices of begging for mercy and scolding were endless, and the entire palace became a large slaughterhouse.

  The bloodstains on the ground slowly began to gather together.

  Zhang Jing looked at the situation on the field expressionlessly, and there was no wave in his heart.

   Such things have happened several times in the Liang family, the Zheng family, the Zhen family, and the Song family.

  He's used to it too.

   "Zhang Jing, you devil," the ancestor of the Yun family said angrily.

   "The devil? You say it is, so be it," Zhang Jing said lightly.

   There is no rebuttal this time, and there is no need to talk so much nonsense with a dying person.

   "Ah," the ancestor of the Yun family's eyes were red, and the quiet aura on his body turned again.

   This is not a flashback, but that he burned his own blood.

  Just hope that the strength will return to the peak again.

  However, it is a pity that even when he was completely victorious, he was not Zhang Jing's single-handed enemy.

   "Zhang Jing," the ancestor of the Yun family snorted.

  The bun **** has long been scattered, and the body is covered in blood.

  There is no trace of humanity left in the eyes.

  The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth curled up slightly, as if he didn't care.

   If anger is useful, what do you need strength for?

   "Cut!"

  The blood-colored blade glowed across the sky, and a blade glow that was tens of feet long burst out.

   Facing the ancestor of the Yun family, he cut it down.

   "Roar," the ancestor of the Yun family roared angrily.

  Raising both palms, Zhenyuan Manman wanted to block Zhang Jing's knife.

"boom!"

  A very long knife mark appeared on the ground, as if it was divided into two halves.

  In the entire palace, except for Zhang Jing, there was no second person standing.

  Including the ancestor of the Yun family.

   In the end, it was nothing more than incompetent rage, and there was no comeback with that strength.

  He is not the protagonist, he does not have such luck and strength.

   Now, he has become a pile of minced meat, and he can't even put together a human form.

  The stench of blood bursts out.

   A small pool of blood gathered in the depression of the palace.

   Remnants of limbs and arms, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

   Purgatory,

  Perhaps only purgatory can describe this place.

   Zhang Jing opened his arms and took a deep breath of blood.

   There was no nausea, and of course, no joy either.

   That’s right, it doesn’t matter if it’s mediocre.

  Zhang Jing originally thought that a person like him who kills people without blinking an eye and still doesn't do it should enjoy this feeling very much.

   After all, this is how it is played in novels and TV dramas.

   But there is actually no special feeling.

  The whole palace was silent, only the breeze that fluttered from time to time was ringing.

   not a single man alive,

  All died under Master Zhang's knife.

   Those guys who wanted to bite off Zhang Jing's two pieces of meat are all piled up now.

   "Huh."

   Zhang Jing panted lightly, her chest rose and fell slightly.

  Afterwards, Mr. Zhang passed his **** across his eyes, and a ray of light shot out from his eyes.

  Since I have already said that I want their family to be tidy, it is naturally impossible to break my promise.

   "Found it," Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

  The raging flames burned, and a figure walked out of the fire.

  Hundred years old, the Yun clan fell here today.

  The Six Southwest Families have disappeared since then, and Zhang Jing's concern is over.

  The aura on his body is uncertain, after this incident.

   Zhang Jing's cultivation has stabilized, and his strength has increased a bit.

  To tell the truth, sometimes Zhang Jing feels that he may also be a protagonist.

   Otherwise, the development will not be so smooth.

  It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to improve their cultivation a little bit.

   I don’t know how many difficulties I need to go through.

   What about him?

   You can break through with just one effort.

   After a few days,

   "This is?" Several figures stood in the air, frowning as they looked at the ruins below.

  They are the people from Mowei in Nanjin Town.

   After receiving Yun's request for help, he rushed here directly.

   There was no delay in the middle, but it was still a step late.

   "The strength of the blood demon is so strong," the leading woman said softly.

  Yun's request for help said that they have four innate masters.

   But even so, they were all dead.

   "Huh, no matter what the origin of this blood demon is, we must suppress it, otherwise what is the majesty of my demon guard?"

  They have also received the news that Lu Ming was killed.

  They were very angry, angry that this blood demon dared to kill even their demon guards.

   "Go down and find if there are any survivors," the woman said, and was the first to move.

   It's just that she didn't report much confidence.

  The huge palace has been reduced to ashes, until now, there are still a little sparks left.

  The blood on the ground has been dried, but there are still some corpses.

   It's hot now, so after a few days of fermentation, it also started to emit a foul smell.

   "That guy's methods are so vicious, he didn't even spare the children," a man looked at the scorched corpse of a young child on the ground and slapped it.

   showed a look of disgust.

   "The methods of demons and monsters are usually like this."

   "This is?" The leading woman crouched on the ground and stroked the knife marks on the ground, her brows furrowed more and more.

   "This is the knife mark left by the blood demon, it is so deep."

   "Such a terrifying sword technique, could it be that this blood demon is a member of the Blood Sword Sect?" One person whispered.

  Among the magic ways, only the Blood Knife Sect has such means.

   Don’t blame them for thinking about it.

   "No matter who it is, His Majesty is very angry and has issued a strict order to arrest the blood demon."

   "This blood demon possesses such strength, I'm afraid it only depends on a few of us."

   "Of course we can't, we have to go back and ask for help. I guess this blood demon has at least the top 30 strength in the ranking."

   "Sixth son, go back and ask your lord to transfer someone. Let's investigate the true identity of this blood demon first," the leading woman ordered.

  (end of this chapter)