The bandits roared with laughter, as if they had heard a hilarious joke. However, the third boss sensed something terrifying from Li Qingshan's body and didn't laugh out loud.
The head fell to the ground and the bowstring was fully drawn.
"Die!" Li Qingshan attacked in an instant. His angry roar couldn't drown out the sound of the bowstring, and the arrow shot towards the third boss with his monstrous rage.
A black light shot through the air, and the enormous force sent the third boss flying high into the air before he fell heavily to the ground.
The power of the three stone bow was astonishing, and Li Qingshan's movements were smooth. At such a close distance, only a second-rate expert or higher would be able to dodge it, but the third boss was clearly not one of them.
The noisy village instantly quieted down. The bandits all stared with wide eyes, unable to believe this scene. The grand third boss had actually been killed by a teenager.
The villagers looked at him as if he were a god. To them, the bandits were terrifying demons, and the third boss was the leader of these demons. Now that Li Qingshan had killed the third boss with one strike, he was like a god.
The situation had reversed, but there was no joy on Li Long's face, only fear.
"Third boss! Third boss! " A few bandits surrounded the third boss, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. With a fierce expression, he pointed at Li Qingshan and said, "Kill him!"
He could be considered a third-rate expert, so he reacted in an instant. Although he couldn't dodge the arrow, he avoided a vital point. The arrow pierced through his right shoulder, shattering all the bones nearby. His right hand could be considered crippled. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted nothing more than to skin Li Qingshan alive.
The bandits reacted and picked up their swords, swords, and halberds, roaring as they charged at Li Qingshan.
A gust of wind blew behind his head as a short javelin stabbed towards the back of his head. Without turning his head, he slightly tilted his head and grabbed the javelin. He turned around and threw it. The javelin shot back with ten times its original speed, nailing the attacking bandit to the door.
A halberd, a goose feather saber, and a red tasseled spear all stabbed towards him at the same time.
Li Qingshan grabbed the shaft of the spear and pulled hard. The two bandits lost their balance and fell towards him in fright. A pair of iron arms were already waiting for them and struck their chests like iron hammers. Muffled sounds were heard and the two bandits were sent flying while vomiting blood.
Seizing this opportunity, the Yanling Saber stabbed into Li Qingshan's chest. The ice-cold saber and sword touched his lower abdomen. It looked like the saber was about to pierce through Li Qingshan's body, but it was unable to move even an inch further.
Li Qingshan's pair of iron palms struck the bandit's head with the force of two piercing winds. When he put down his hands, the bandit collapsed to the ground as if he had lost his soul. Blood slowly seeped out of his seven orifices.
He strode towards the Third Leader, but the battle cries behind him were already deafening. With a flick of his toes, he hooked the halberd and held it in his hand.
There was no technique, no apprehension, just a sweep.
The strong wind stirred up a semicircle of dust and rushed towards the mountain bandits.
The tip of the halberd broke and flew up, piercing the ground.
Several weapons flew up, followed by a series of blood-curdling screams. Some people tried to block, but they couldn't block the sweeping force of the halberd.
Smoke and dust scattered in all directions. Four bandits fell to the ground. Only a short bandit was swept across the face and died on the spot. The other three bandits all had their chests cut open and were screaming on the ground. Fresh blood sprayed on the ground as if it was worthless, and the rich color flowed everywhere.
Li Qingshan glanced at the broken halberd and muttered, "What a poor weapon." He threw it to the ground. But he didn't know how many hard bones and steel he had forcibly swept through in that instant. How could a normal weapon withstand such an attack?
In the blink of an eye, eight bandits were dead or seriously injured. The bandits behind them screamed in fear and stopped. They held their weapons and didn't dare to move forward. They were stunned by this tragic scene. The originally ordinary youth seemed to have turned into a terrifying killing god in a flash.
Li Qingshan continued to walk towards the third boss. His face was expressionless, but his eyes flickered with a red light that even he himself didn't notice.
However, his mind was rapidly analysing the situation. He didn't let his anger get to his head. Only the third boss could be considered a third-rate master here, so he heavily injured him as soon as he attacked, eliminating the greatest threat.
There were a few masters among the other bandits, but most of them were at the level of the ginseng foragers. They had only practiced some martial arts and were enough to bully commoners, but they were definitely not his opponent.
"I'm … I'm going to die here!" The third boss propped himself up and moved backwards. He gazed at the approaching Li Qingshan in fear. He was like a humanoid daemon from legends who would suddenly transform and bare his vicious fangs. No matter how many people were around him, they were unable to protect his safety.
"If I die, the entire Crouching Ox village will die with me. Do you know who my eldest brother is?"
Li Long's expression became even uglier. He went up and grabbed Li Qingshan. "Qingshan, don't be rash!"
The third boss took the opportunity to climb onto his horse. He pulled on the reins and the horse galloped away. The other bandits didn't need him to say anything. They all followed him like a swarm of bees. They didn't even care about the injured bandits.
Li Qingshan broke free from his restraints and grabbed Li Long's throat tightly. He lifted him up. "Do you want to die too?"
Li Long said with difficulty, "I … I can't kill the boss of the Black Wind stronghold. Have you heard of Elm Village?"
"Elm Village!" Caretaker Liu, who had collapsed on the ground and was scared half to death, suddenly cried out involuntarily.
"What Elm Village?" Li Qingshan relaxed his grip.
"The people of Elm Village have always practised martial arts. They're fierce and fierce. They once killed a boss of the Black Wind stronghold. However, not long after, the master of the Black Wind stronghold personally led five bosses and slaughtered over a hundred people in the village, regardless of age or gender. They piled them up into a mountain of corpses. The master of the Black Wind stronghold personally led the bosses to offer sacrifices to their fallen brothers. Do you want something as tragic as that to happen in Crouching Ox village? "
"Then are we just going to let them trample over and humiliate us?" Li Qingshan growled.
"Qingshan, I know how you feel, but the situation is stronger than you."
"Then let me become even stronger!"
The expressions of all the villagers changed. At this moment, they heard the third boss leave behind an extremely vicious sentence from afar. "Your Crouching Ox village will be massacred!" Some people fell to the ground in fright. Cries and wails rang out again. There was no joy from repelling the bandits at all.
An injured bandit clutched his chest as he smiled cruelly. "You'll all be buried with me!"
"Are you done?" Li Qingshan said.
"What?"
Li Qingshan released Li Long and kicked the goose feather blade beside his feet. The blade pierced the bandit's throat, and he immediately breathed his last. "I won't go back on my words." Li Qingshan finished off the other injured bandits one by one. He turned around and said to the villagers, "Nothing will happen. I promise!" Afterwards, he strode off in the direction the bandits had fled in without even looking back.
The sun set in the west, and the last ray of light vanished from the horizon. Darkness descended on the mountains and land.
Beside the roaring bonfire, two bandits helped the third boss pull out the arrow. The third boss cried out in pain and slapped one of the bandits away. "Can't you be a little more fucking gentle?"
The bandit's mouth was covered in blood from the slap. He stuttered, afraid to talk back.
The other bandits were all dejected. Under the Black Wind stronghold's fame, it had already been a very long time since they had experienced a defeat like this. They had already grown used to gazes of fear and flattery, and they were used to taking silver and women as they pleased.
"All of you, buck up. We'll definitely get our revenge. Once we capture that brat …" The third boss smiled cruelly.
"Cut him into a thousand pieces!" Immediately, another bandit agreed.
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