Zhang Xing and the rest ignored the bandits and continued to walk forward as if they were taking a stroll.
The other four groups of people also moved slowly, showing no intention of giving up.
Just as Zhang Xing and the rest were about to reach the end of the town.
Whoosh!
Finally, a group of people could not help but block the way.
It was the Tsing Yi Bandits.
The one in the lead was two meters tall, with unkempt hair and a dirty face. There was a scar on his face that stretched from his left eye to his right chin.
His entire body exuded the murderous aura of a high-level martial artist. It was extremely terrifying.
"Kid, hand over all your belongings and I'll spare your life."
"I'm the leader of the Tsing Yi Gang …"
"Kill him!"
Before the scar-faced man could finish, he was interrupted by Zhang Xing's indifferent voice.
Just as the scar-faced man was stunned, a black shadow flashed quickly and returned to its original position.
Two seconds later.
The scar-faced man's body was split into two and fell to the side of the road with a thud.
Hiss!
The scene was silent!
No one could see clearly who the black shadow was or how it attacked, but they all knew that the black shadow was the dark-faced man beside the young man.
If Black Treasure's attack earlier only made the surrounding people wary, then killing the leader of the Tsing Yi Gang in an instant terrified them.
But …
They were all outlaws who killed without batting an eyelid. Since the leader of the Tsing Yi Gang took the lead, there was no reason for the other three gangs not to fish in troubled waters.
"Kill!"
After a brief moment of silence, someone shouted.
Outlaws dressed in four different colors on the street rushed over.
There were about five hundred people in the group, and about two thousand people crowded the streets of the town.
They each drew their swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and tridents, shouting the word "kill".
Not only that, a large number of people poured out from the hundreds of dilapidated wooden houses behind these people.
These people had all kinds of strange weapons in their hands.
In addition to brooms, rakes, and wooden sticks, there were even people who were holding broken shoe soles …
Zhang Xing was a little dumbfounded. Were these the rumored vicious bandits?
No matter how he looked at it, it looked like a peasant uprising army, the type that was led by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.
Zhang Xing shook his head. They were definitely poor, but he did not see any evil in them. From their skinny bodies, he could see that they were indeed very hungry!
"Clean them all up!"
Zhang Xing waved his small hand and said indifferently.
At his command, ten shadows dashed out from beside him.
The ten dragons, including Jin Bao, were like Azure Dragons emerging from the sea. Oh, no, they were True Dragons.
It was the descent of a true dragon to sweep away the ants!
The villains who were charging at the front were sent flying into the sky without knowing what had happened.
The ten dragons looked like they were playing around. They slowly moved forward. As long as someone rushed over, they would be punched and kicked into the sky.
In an instant, the sky above the town was filled with bodies that had been sent flying.
Some people crawled up from the ground and took a look. Eh, he wasn't dead, his injuries weren't serious, and he still had the ability to fight. They rushed forward again.
But before they could run two steps, they were knocked to the ground by other people who fell from the sky.
They also sensed it and tried to evade it, but they were too slow.
Thirty seconds later, more than two thousand people were all lying on the ground, wailing. Most of them had broken arms and legs, but none of them were dead.
But the effect was far more terrifying than killing them.
As for the group of people who were holding the shoe soles, they stood in the middle of the road in a daze, not daring to take half a step forward.
It was too terrifying. Where did these young people come from? How could they have such high combat strength?
When a martial artist's cultivation reached a certain level, they would not be able to kill their enemy with a single punch. Instead, they would be able to beat their enemy without killing them.
Clang!
A broom fell to the ground, followed by thousands of various farming tools, including many shoe soles.
"Run!"
With a cry of alarm, those people instantly rushed back into their broken houses, not daring to show their faces again.