The man whose neck was broken fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and a large amount of blood gushed out, which made the others frightened.

"Don't panic! Gather back to back, shout when you see people!

The lean man roared.

However, at this time, as the leader, he was already sweating.

The other party's move was strange and insidious, and until now, the wound on his hand that was corroded by corpse water was still faintly painful!

"I don't believe it, a skin-training warrior can force us like this!"

The lean man was fierce in his heart, and decided to wait for Mo Xuan to make a move next time, even if he exchanged injuries for injuries, he would keep the other party!

At the same time that this idea popped up in the lean man's mind, Mo Xuan made another move!

Killing intent fluctuates!

Mo Xuan, whose eyes were scarlet, jumped out of the darkness and threw a punch towards the heart of a mountain bandit!

The moment this mountain bandit saw Mo Xuan, he was shocked by the fluctuations of killing intent, not only could he not make any sound, but even his body froze, unable to make any action to resist.

Boom!

Mo Xuan's fist directly bombarded the opponent's sternum into a dent, and his heart burst instantly under the huge squeezing force.

With one blow, Mo Xuan retreated into the darkness again.

At this time, others reacted.

"Old... Boss, again... Dead again! The

bearded man next to the lean man shouted in horror.

"Call your mother!" The lean man directly slapped over, hitting the corner of the other party's mouth split.

"Big brother... We don't want to light torches and illuminate the surroundings so that we are not afraid of sneak attacks. Someone

suggested.

When the lean man heard this, his head grew for a while.

In order to quickly evacuate after the robbery, he had already ordered people to throw away everything they didn't need.

Don't talk about torches, flints are not brought, after all, what they do is kill people and cross goods, the darker the better, light a torch, do not expose themselves?

"Back up the hill!"

The lean man gritted his teeth and said that he no longer wanted to go down with Mo Xuan.

At this time, Mo Xuan, who was carrying a thick knife and standing in the dark, was savoring the killing intent churning in his heart.

"Every time you kill a person, the fluctuations of killing intent will accumulate, and in the long run, if the killing intent is too strong, you will definitely lose your mind..."

Mo Xuan controlled the killing intent in his heart according to the mental method of the assassination fist boxing spectrum.

"Oh? Want to escape? Mo Xuan's ears moved, and he heard the footsteps of the mountain bandits.

Mo Xuan's figure moved, exhaled, and ran towards the other party's position.

The assassination fist has almost been trained, and the killing intent fluctuations have also been mastered, then there is no need to delay any longer.

Between running, Mo Xuan pulled out a thick-backed big knife, the blood was running, the surface of the skin was blood-red, the palms of his arms, and even his fingers were bruised, and his strength increased by about three percent compared to usual.

"Stop!"

The lean man who was leading the people back quickly asked his subordinates to stop.

"Here it comes! Right in front of me! The lean man raised his knife and returned it in front of him.

The other party did not hide his voice this time, he was going to confront himself!

......

Halfway up the slope, the people in the tent were already awake.

He Yougui, who was wearing a mink coat, was looking worriedly at the hillside.

Occasionally, one or two screams and shouts made He Yougui and the others tighten their hearts.

After a while, there was no more noise on the slope.

Everyone tensed up, and several family members with simple knives directly protected He Yougui behind them.

Footsteps sounded, and a tall black shadow walked down the slope.

"Brother Mo?" He Yougui was the first to recognize Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan walked out from the darkness and saw the entire camp standing in front of him.

"The bandits have already laid down, built a fire to cook, and set out at dawn."

Mo Xuan ordered.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Mo, you didn't suffer any injuries, did you?"

He Yougui looked at Mo Xuan, who was bleeding from his nose, and asked with some worry.

"No, it's just that the blade slashes people a little rolled."

Mo Xuan picked up the thick-backed big knife stained with blood and said, wiping the nosebleeds with his hand.

Just now, the killing was too exciting, and he didn't notice that he had nosebleeds again, after all, his leukemia had not improved in any way.

When He Yougui heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the knife in Mo Xuan's hand, and the blade was indeed rolled, and there was a little bit of meat foam on it.

"I... I'll have someone sharpen your knife for you. He Yougui's eyelids jumped, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Good." Mo Xuan nodded and threw the knife on a plate.

After washing his hands, Mo Xuan returned to the carriage and began to review the battle.

There were no accidents during the whole process, although the leader of the mountain bandit was the same as Mo Xuan, almost a leather warrior, with a strength of eight hundred catties.

However, whether it is an outbreak or a last, it is not comparable to Mo Xuan, and after swinging a few swords with all his strength, the power cannot keep up.

However, this time, Mo Xuan also had an unexpected gain.

"I didn't expect human flesh to be so strong, and after slashing more than a dozen knives, the blade would be rolled up..." Mo Xuan secretly said in his heart, it seemed that he had to change to a good knife.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan opened a small box at his feet, and inside was a piece of metal that was blood-red.

This piece of blood gold was picked up by Mo Xuan from the hands of the Holy Lotus Sect, and the amount was not light, and it should be good to use it to create weapons.

Before, because the craftsmanship of the blacksmith in Wucheng was not good, Mo Xuan did not consider the matter of building weapons, and went to Yuzhou Mansion, and this matter could be put on the agenda.

Mo Xuan did not close the box, and took out more than a dozen silver tickets from his arms, as well as a black iron token.

The silver ticket was naturally touched from those mountain bandits, and this token was the leader of the mountain bandits.

When Mo Xuan was about to kill him, the other party quickly claimed to be a member of the Giant Stream Gang.

When Mo Xuan heard this, he cut off the other party's head without hesitation.

There are gangs behind the other party, if you don't kill them, aren't you waiting for the other party to come to the door to take revenge?

"Last time when he was out of the ghost market, Lei Hong was also chased and killed by the people of the Giant Current Gang..." Mo

Xuan recalled the incident in the depression forest.

"This Mighty Stream Gang is a local gang in Yuzhou Mansion, but the scope of activities is not small..." Putting

away the silver ticket and throwing the token into the box, Mo Xuan took out the human skin paper and upgraded the Tong Zigong.

In the past two days, in order to maintain his best condition, Mo Xuan has been upgraded twice, and once deducted eight years of life.

Eight years of life value deduction, memories poured in, on human skin paper, the progress of innate child skill increased again: innate child skill

(76% integration)!

Under Mo Xuan's crazy increase in points, Tong Zigong was only twenty-four percent away from entering the next stage.

"There are 10 lives left."

Seeing the (+10) displayed after life, Mo Xuan shook his head.

Last time he rubbed the life value of more than a hundred years in Ghost Pill, although it seems like a lot, Mo Xuan is stuck in his own limit every day to upgrade.

One day consumes 24 years of extra lives.

After a few days, there was not much left.

"Ghost Pill is the Akayin Extreme, what about the ghost thing?" Mo Xuan suddenly thought.

The probability of the appearance of the ghost pill is very small, but the ghost thing is not, and the ghost pill cannot be rubbed, so what about the ghost thing?

Mo Xuan's mind appeared the appearance of a ghost child, a blood-faced old lady, and a female corpse.

"Then I have to wait until my Blood Tempering Skill cultivation is successful..." Mo Xuan felt that he was not qualified to rub ghosts at present, at least he could only escape when he saw them.

"Mo Shao, the meal is ready."

Outside the carriage, there was the voice of a servant.

Mo Xuan put away the human skin paper and stepped off the carriage.

Two servants stood next to the carriage, one carrying a pot of porridge and the other carrying a cage of steamed buns.

Mo Xuan ate the steamed buns in a few bites, and the porridge was also drunk in three bites.

"Bring me a few pounds of beef jerky." After eating, Mo Xuan ordered again.

Just carbs can't do it, but also have to add a little meat protein.

"Yes, Mo Shao!" The two servants immediately ran away with the basin.

After Mo Xuan finished eating, he returned to the carriage again.

At this time, the people around him spoke up.

After breakfast, everyone had already packed up, and after obtaining Mo Xuan's consent, everyone set off again.

Along the way, everyone was obviously much more relaxed than yesterday, because they could reach the Yuzhou capital in the evening, plus Mo Xuan killed a group of mountain bandits by himself last night, giving everyone a great sense of security.

Mo Xuan naturally continued to cultivate this way, and when he started with that group of mountain bandits, Mo Xuan found that the effect of the Blood Tempering Gong was extremely obvious.

After all, who would have thought that the opponent was red all over and suddenly burst out with great power, and then he could always erupt?

The lean man last night thought that after dodging Mo Xuan's sudden outbreak of more than a dozen moves, Mo Xuan would definitely exhaust his strength, and then it would be time to fight back.

As a result, Mo Xuan did not exhaust his strength at all, and after dozens of consecutive moves, on the contrary, they had been passively resisting, and they had no chance to strike, and could only be hacked to death by Mo Xuan's bladed knife.

......

In the evening, everyone finally arrived at the Yuzhou capital.

He Tianfu and Mo Cang were already waiting at the city gate.

Opening the curtain, Mo Xuan saw a huge city wall more than ten meters high.

This kind of city wall, the weaker muscle-practicing martial artists can't climb it.

On the city wall, there are soldiers wearing black iron armor, and occasionally you can see a few soldiers wearing tiger stripe armor, these should be the black tiger army.

However, compared to the slaughter on the city wall, the city gate looks full of life.

A large number of merchants came out from the right side of the city gate, and at the same time, many caravans lined up to enter the city gate.

Mo Xuan found that except for three or four soldiers wearing light armor, it was all a group of big men wearing black shorts to maintain order.

Soon, when the convoy arrived outside the city gate, Mo Cang and He Tianfu had a few words with the leader of the group of men in black, and they walked directly towards the convoy with a few people.

"You guys, follow me." The man in black greeted, and then led Mo Xuan and them towards the left side of the city gate.

The man in black said a few words to the two soldiers in light armor, and gave way to the caravan in front of him, and let Mo Xuan pass first.

Under the gaze of these caravans, Mo Xuan and them entered Yuzhou City.

"Xuan'er, along the way, you didn't encounter anything, right?" Mo Cang sat in the carriage.

"Met a gang of mountain bandits." Mo Xuan replied truthfully.

"Mountain bandits?" Mo Cang was taken aback.

"Hmm." Mo Xuan nodded, "I killed them all." Hearing

Mo Xuan repli so lightly, Mo Cang was startled again.

"By the way, Dad, what is the origin of those men in black?" Mo Xuan suddenly asked.

"They're from the Mighty Currents." Mo Cang explained.

"The Mighty Current?" Mo Xuan's brows frowned slightly, "They have something to do with the army of Yuzhou Mansion?"

"Not only that, the Mighty Stream Gang usually helps the government to arrest some important criminals, and every year in the spring, when the disaster victims enter the city, the people of the Mighty Stream Gang will also take the place of the official government to provide disaster relief and porridge." Mo Cang explained.

"In Yuzhou Mansion, if you want to do something, it is best to have a good relationship with the Mighty Stream Gang, but the people of the Mighty Stream Gang come according to the rules, so don't worry too much." Mo Cang added.

"Yes?" Mo Xuan's brows furrowed when he heard this.

How is this gang different from what he imagined?

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