Chu Yun was extremely angry and walked in the air at a speed.

Huai Junlin and Tian Fan were held by Chu Yun in one hand. Because the speed was too fast, the two of them felt the cold wind slapped randomly on their faces in the air.

There are the benefits of fastness, and soon the three of them will be over the Hujia Village.

The village was in a mess, and none of the thatched huts were burned intact. I don’t know how to use better brick and tile houses to demolish them.

Because the situation in the village was clearly visible, the three of them could see clearly.

The little girl said that the person wearing armor was throwing her armor aside at this time, and the word "女" was written on it. It seemed that these people were soldiers from Qiming Realm.

At this time, these soldiers only had pairs of underwear on their bodies and kept catching people in the village.

Who should I catch? Women?

As for what you are doing, you don’t need to look at it anymore. Just listen to the miserable cry of the person caught below.

Many men held hoes and shovels to defend the last trace of dignity in this village.

But in front of the long sword and big sword, such farming tools are just a drop in the bucket. Moreover, the other party is a soldier in armor. After taking off his armor, he is still a trained soldier.

Women were arrested one after another, and men died one after another...

"Beast! Third brother, let me go, I want to teach them how to be a human being!"

Seeing this scene, Tian Fan's forehead was so angry that his veins swelled up, and his fists were clenched.

As a young man from the Three Princes' Mansion, he is willing to go to the battlefield to sacrifice his life and shed blood. How could he remain indifferent when he saw this scene?

"Brother, do you still have to put the overall situation first?"

This is the first time Chu Yun has seen such a scene. He faced the darkness of war. He is so angry that he is now capable!

Chu Yun said as he slowly fell from the air and put the two of them out of his hands.

"Go to the big picture! But third brother, don't do it, leave it to me, don't forget that I am a person with cultivation, too."

Huai Junlin knew that Chu Yun would definitely refuse, so after he said that, he walked straight forward without waiting for Chu Yun to speak.

After walking for a few steps, Huai Junlin reached out and grabbed a human-shaped pile driver. The other party was immersed in it and could not help himself. Before he could react, he was slapped in the neck.

When he was dying, his pupils widened and he was extremely surprised. He didn't know how Huai Junlin appeared.

"Babys, come here."

Throwing the person in his hand aside, Huai Junlin provoked the other party with the greatest voice.

Killing one by one is too time-consuming. Every extra second delay will lead to more torture from the villagers.

Then come all.

A group of invaders looked at Huai Junlin after hearing this.

When they saw a weak scholar, they laughed. Looking at the two people behind him, except Tian Fan, they also looked like a man, and Chu Yun was also very white. No matter how they looked, they didn't look like someone who had experienced the battlefield.

The group of people felt relieved: "You scholar, with a delicate skin and tender flesh, shouldn't have come here."

"Why can't you come?"

"You will know right away! It's good for a man to be so fair! Brothers, come with me!"

Hundreds of members of the other side rushed forward and all turned to find Huai Junlin.

Chu Yun was a little worried that Huai Junlin had just broken through the dual-level cultivation level, not much stronger than the first-level level. If it was one-on-one, it would definitely win.

However, even if the other party is an ordinary person, it is extremely difficult to win. After all, I have stayed at the first-yuan level for so many years and have known the strength of the Yuan-level cultivation.

Chu Yun was about to take action, but he saw Huai Junlin holding a knife in his hand and even began to recite poems.

After listening carefully, this poem is not a poem, but the previous move of the sword art. I happened to read it and I had some impression.

"I am the hero of the world, and sweep across the ancient and modern sky.

The people do not speak of their lofty ambitions, and I flow eastward with my sword!"

The two moves were done in one go, with strong winds blowing, and gusts of dust floating in the air.

"Who can stop me from the world?

Kill all the ruthless things in the world and turn them into a leaf in the world!”

There are two more types, the grass roots of the thatched hut on the ground and the tiles and gravels of the brick and tile houses all soared into the air and surrounded the Huaijun Forest.

Huai Junlin's moves were very fast, and he used four moves, and only a hundred people on the other side realized that the white-faced scholar turned out to be a monk.

Now that you have no fighting spirit, you turn around and run away. It’s important to save your life.

"Haha, now you want to run away?"

Huai Junlin chuckled with tears in his eyes, laughing at these people who bully the weak and fear the strong, and shed tears of compassion for the heavens and others.

"The people in the world are hard to live for, so what else can I ask for in my life?

Who says that the world is ruthless, and you will be carefree if you are alone!

It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and this road is bound to the Nine Netherworlds.

I am the most respected in the world, and I will never accept the sword of domineering the world!"

Huai Junlin has only learned the first eight styles of the sword technique, and the last four styles are completed in one go, running towards a hundred people with a knife.

The strong wind followed closely, sweeping the soldiers who fled everywhere.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff!"

Huai Junlin scored one by one, and he picked up hundreds of people with his strength. He raised his sword and fell, one by one, and the knife entered the flesh and blood splashed.

But in a moment, all a hundred people died, none of them survived, and even the complete corpse was left behind.

Everything returned to peace. Huai Junlin, who was originally dressed in white, was covered in blood and mist, and his hair was disheveled, like a murderer.

Huai Junlin's appearance subverted Chu Yun and Tian Fan's perception. The two were completely shocked. No wonder they said that they should not mess with scholars. It would be really cruel to be cruel.

Huai Junlin took action just now and it was really relieved. Chu Yun's anger has disappeared a lot, but there was a very puzzled question. The sword art is so powerful? Is it so domineering?

So why was the Badao Sect only ranked 20th in Ningchuan Realm when it was still there?

Although Huai Junlin's appearance is a bit terrifying now, in the eyes of the surviving villagers, even if this is a demon, it is also a demon god from heaven who comes to save everyone from water and fire.

The villagers stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

In such a remote mountain village, I have never seen a monk. For a moment, everyone worshipped Huai Junlin as a god and performed a kneeling ceremony with all their bodies.

"Okay, everyone gets up first."

Although it prevented the matter from continuing to deteriorate and killed everyone, Huai Junlin still felt unhappy. How should so many people be placed?

At this time, Heitu and others rushed over and saw the corpses all over the ground and the bows of the villagers: "Master, is this over?"

"Yeah, it's over."

Heitu and his men didn't see the scene just now, and they didn't quite understand why they took action, and they didn't feel much touched. The only feeling was that the village was indeed destroyed, and they were basically useless.

After the villagers stood up, they were extremely respectful to Huai Junlin.

Looking at the eldest brother's appearance, Chu Yun knew what Huai Junlin was worried about: "Su Su, take out the money box."

"Master, give it."

"Everyone, the money in this money box is enough for you to find a place and build a village, so don't come back here. It's not safe during the war."

Chu Yun took the money box and handed it directly to the villagers.

"Immortals, but if you can save our lives, how can you still ask for your money?"

"It's okay. Since we are gods, we naturally don't lack money. You need it more than us."

Chu Yun forced the money box to the villagers, turned around and left with a group of people.

"Can the gods leave their names?"

"Just a false reputation, I will see you again if you are destined to do so."

I was so angry that I was a man who helped me, but now I left my name... that would be stupid. After all, monks cannot participate in the war.

This time, not only did I participate, but I also directly killed more than a hundred people. Isn’t it that the people in Qi Ming Realm caught the handle?
Chapter completed!