He Yiming attacked as fast as lightning, taking the grey-clothed man's life with a soft palm strike.
This time, he attacked as fast as lightning, and he did not feel pressured at all. When he killed the man and took off the man's grey robe and black headscarf, he remembered that he had killed another person.
He laughed bitterly in his heart. Could it be that this was what they meant by "unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time, practice makes perfect"?
However, He Yiming did not feel too burdened about killing these bandits who casually killed people for the sake of seizing treasures. Instead, he felt a faint sense of excitement.
This feeling was very different from when he killed Hu Bin. Perhaps he was really used to killing people.
He lifted the man's falling saber with the tip of his foot. Although he did not learn a special saber technique, the 36 Splitting Mountain Forms could be converted into a saber technique. If it was a critical moment, this martial technique could definitely kill gods and Buddhas in their way.
With a step, he entered the courtyard.
A pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. The originally elegant and beautiful courtyard was now dyed red with blood.
The four grey-clothed and masked burly men madly slashed at all moving creatures with their sabers, but in front of each of them, there were several manor servants who disregarded their own safety and entangled them. Every move they made was extremely dangerous, as if life and death were on the line.
At this moment, the courtyard was filled with floating corpses, including the old, the weak, women, and children.
However, the real battle that determined the outcome was in the middle of the courtyard, where the burly man in the lead was fighting Cheng Ningsheng.
They knew that this was the most crucial moment, so they displayed everything they had learned in their lives without holding back.
The burly man in the lead held a large saber in his hand. The saber's edge was cold, and there was a thin red line on it as if it was full of blood, giving off a strange feeling. As he waved his saber, the sky was filled with shining saber lights, which reflected the flames under the night sky. It looked like a ball of white light with traces of blood dancing in the air.
On the other hand, Old Man Cheng Ningsheng, who was fighting against him, was old but strong. He held a walking stick in his hand. The walking stick looked black and unremarkable, but it was completely cast from steel and weighed up to 86 catties.
Although the heavy walking stick was not as dazzling as his opponent's, it still contained great power when the old man waved it.
Both sides unleashed all of their skills, but in a moment, no one was able to do anything to the other.
Just as He Yiming was at a loss, he suddenly heard the man in the lead shout, "Idiot, quickly grab the box."
He Yiming was slightly startled. He Yiming then realized that the man was talking to him. He glanced at the side and saw a red wooden box on the ground outside the two men's battle.
Upon seeing this, He Yiming's eyes lit up. Of course, he knew what was inside this thing. He immediately jumped over and easily took the box in his hand.
His heart was full of emotions. Before coming here, he never thought that he would be able to obtain the box so easily. Could it be that even God was helping him?
Cheng Ningsheng suddenly roared. He stared at He Yiming with a ferocious look on his face. The crutch in his hand suddenly left his hand and flew towards He Yiming like a bolt of lightning with a sharp sound of breaking wind.
If He Yiming was really the masked man in gray, he would not be able to dodge the sneak attack of the walking stick. However, since it was a different person, he immediately bent down and rolled on the ground. Like a leopard cat, he ran out of the courtyard in the direction he came from.
The walking stick was inserted into the wall like lightning. The huge force caused half of the walking stick to penetrate the wall, and the wall trembled violently. From this, it could be seen how powerful Old Master Cheng's furious attack was.
Cheng Ningsheng roared loudly, but the masked man behind him laughed loudly. He wielded a large saber to the acme of perfection, completely shrouding Old Master Cheng's body.
After losing a suitable weapon, Cheng Ningsheng suddenly felt the pressure double. He immediately understood that if he kept thinking about the thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, he was afraid that he would really die under this saber expert today.
Years of experience allowed Old Master Cheng to finally calm down at the critical moment of life and death. He waved his palms and displayed the same powerful fighting strength. Although he could not turn the situation around, it was impossible for the other party to kill him in a short time.
He Yiming took the red wooden box and quickly fled the courtyard. However, as soon as he came out, he heard someone shout angrily and a powerful internal strength attack came from the front.
From the corner of his eyes, he recognized the person. It was the first master of the Cheng family's second generation, Cheng Jiahui, whose internal strength had reached the peak of the eighth level.
Looking at his disheveled appearance, he knew that he had heard the commotion here and thought of the old man and the thousand-year-old blood ginseng. That was why he hurried here.
He Yiming cursed his bad luck. If this person had come a moment later, he would have escaped.
He Yiming did not dare to be the slightest bit careless in the face of an eighth-level internal strength master's all-out attack. However, just as he raised his palm, a strange idea flashed through his mind. He wanted to frame Jiang Dong.
The Lie Flame Technique in his body was quickly activated and climbed to the ninth level in an instant.
He Yiming raised his right palm. His palm had become bright red, as if it had been painted with a layer of red paint. It was chilling.
At the same time, a powerful and incomparably scorching heat wave spread out from his palm. This was the result of the Raging Inferno Technique being used to the extreme. After the essence of this technique was completely unleashed, this special effect was brought about.
Cheng Jiahui's face instantly became horrified. As the first master of the Cheng family's second generation, he only needed a glance to recognize the origin of this technique. He had already judged that with the power of this palm, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand it.
However, at this moment, he was already riding a tiger and could not get off. There was no turning back.
With a loud bang, He Yiming stood on the spot and swayed slightly. Then, he immediately shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.
Cheng Jiahui's body flew out and bent two small fist-sized trees in the air. He flew over the precious flowers and plants in the garden and heavily hit the thick mud wall of the courtyard.
However, when he saw that the grey-clothed man did not continue to pursue him and instead fled in panic, he was relieved. However, after this unforeseen event, not to mention that he had already suffered internal injuries, even if he was as good as before, he did not have the courage to continue chasing after him.
After taking a few deep breaths, the burning sensation in his body was much better. Cheng Jiahui gritted his teeth and used his inner energy to forcefully suppress his injuries. He quickly entered the inner courtyard. Once he entered the inner courtyard, his eyes immediately turned red. However, the viciousness of his foresight was far from what He Yiming could compare to.
He suddenly turned around and did not rush towards his father's battle group. Instead, he flew towards the four grey-clothed men who had the upper hand. In front of a crazy cultivator with Level 8 inner energy, the four cultivators who only had Level 5 inner energy could not resist at all. In just a face-to-face confrontation, they were sent flying along with their weapons by Cheng Jiahui.
In mid-air, the four of them vomited blood and died. They could not be more dead.
Afterward, Cheng Jiahui turned around and went to the wall. He struggled to pull out the old man's iron crutch. After doing all this, his body swayed slightly. In particular, when he pulled out the iron crutch, he used too much strength and almost could not suppress the injuries in his internal organs.
The leader of the masked men suddenly snorted coldly. The saber light turned and retracted. With a slight push of his feet, he had already flown away. He had come here to seize the treasure, not to exterminate the entire Cheng Clan. Since his subordinates had already taken away the treasure, he naturally would not continue to be entangled here.
Cheng Jiahui did not expect this turn of events. However, he watched the masked man leave. Although his eyes were filled with endless hatred, his body stood firmly in the same place. He did not have any intention of chasing after the masked man.
A mournful whistle sounded in the Cheng mansion. When the grey-clothed men who were killing and arson heard this sound, they immediately whistled in unison and turned around to leave.
They had created a boundless bloodbath in the Cheng mansion. They were prepared to attack when they were unprepared. It was not strange for them to obtain such a result. The most important thing was that this group of people was clearly very familiar with this tactic. Once the leader gave the order, no matter what they were doing, as long as they could still move, they would immediately leave without hesitation.
As for the people of the Cheng mansion, they were already in a state of panic. Since these vicious men had retreated, no one dared to chase after them.
These people did not stay in the county. Instead, they quickly gathered at the west gate. When they arrived at the west gate, they immediately rushed out.
With the grey-clothed leader, who was a ninth stage internal strength expert, taking over a small and defenseless county from the inside was simply a piece of cake.
They passed through the city gate and left the county. Then, they immediately entered the depths of the mountains.
After this battle, eleven of the fifty people had died. However, these people were all men who licked blood from the edge of their blades. Although their expressions were somewhat gloomy, no one said anything. When they first set foot on this path, they already knew their final fate.
After the leader gathered everyone, his gaze swept across everyone. Suddenly, his face changed greatly and became more and more unsightly.
The two people standing beside him were curious. One of them asked, "Captain Qiu, what's wrong?"
The leader's face was ashen. He said, "Old Sixth Tie got the ginseng box, but it's not here."
The crowd immediately became silent. If Tie Lao Liu had taken the treasure and escaped, then what awaited him would be endless pursuit.
After a long while, the leader's eyes flashed with an ominous glint. From his mouth came a cold voice that seemed to come from between his teeth, "Investigate for me …"
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