Li Muyang's heart was filled with hostility and hatred.
He wanted to explode, he wanted to kill, he wanted to risk his life against these desert bandits who regarded human life as worthless grass.
He must do something for those lives, otherwise he felt he would go crazy.
His body was completely in a berserk state, crimson blood mist once again shrouded his pupils.
The scales on the back of his hand that he had not seen for a long time reappeared, like a dark diamond-shaped diamond flashing with a dazzling brilliance.
Lightning flashed across the sky above the scales, and thunder rumbled. They were tiny, unable to break through the shackles of the world of scales. It was as if a miniature black dragon had been placed in a glass bottle.
Li Muyang's legs unexpectedly overtook the horse, his body leapt high into the air, and then with one slash of his sword, he cleaved the desert bandit into two halves.
The horrified expression of the desert bandit was still imprinted in Li Muyang's mind, when the bandit's body had already slid down from both sides of the horse. His feet were still stuck in the saddle, then he was dragged forward by the horse to escape.
Gan Liang turned around, staring in astonishment at Li Muyang who had fallen from mid-air, dripping with blood.
"You — —" Gan Liang pointed at Li Muyang's face, so shocked that he couldn't even speak clearly. "You, you — — Xiaoxin."
His pupils suddenly contracted, his expression became incomparably terrified, his body leapt up from the horse's back, and then pounced towards Li Muyang on the ground.
Behind Li Muyang, two desert bandits, one on the left and one on the right, attacked him in a pincer attack.
The sabers in their hands were raised high, and then with a whistling hot wind, they slashed towards Li Muyang's neck and back.
This stupid guy, he killed one of their clansmen — — They want him to pay with blood.
You see, desert bandits are also very loyal.
Li Muyang did not turn around, he saw everything that was happening behind him through Gan Liang's pupils.
The Understand Heaven Sword in his hand flashed a bright red light, like a fire snake coiling around the blade.
Li Muyang's body rotated 180 degrees as he swung the Understand Heaven Sword behind him. The fire snake broke out of the sword and rushed towards the two bandits.
Screech —
The two desert bandits were stunned for a moment.
At the same time, their bodies on horseback were still in a charging stance.
As they ran, their upper bodies suddenly dropped to the ground while their lower bodies were still on their horses, charging towards Li Muyang.
It was split into two at the waist.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
Gan Liang's body finally pounced over.
Bang —
He pushed Li Muyang down from behind, and then pressed himself heavily on Li Muyang's back.
"Li Muyang — —" Gan Liang shouted.
Li Muyang suddenly flipped over and pressed his body underneath him. The Understand Heaven Sword in his hand swung upwards.
Clang —
The head of the desert bandits descended from the sky with his blade but was blocked by Li Muyang.
Not only did he not manage to kill Li Muyang, but the Hundred Battle Sword in his hand was hacked open with a huge nick.
The body of the desert bandit leader flew through the air, standing in the distance, his face filled with astonishment as he stared at Li Muyang who had flipped over and stood up from the ground.
"Who are you?" The red-bearded man stared vigilantly at Li Muyang and asked in a very strange tone.
Li Muyang's eyes were blood-red, without saying a word, he once again walked towards the head of the desert bandits.
"Li Muyang, Xiaoxin — —" Gan Liang sat on the ground and shouted. He knew how powerful the red-bearded man was, the desert bandits he led killed countless people and countless heroes died in his hands.
He did not know the identity and background of Li Muyang, but as his friend, at least he thought so. He did not want anything to happen to Li Muyang.
As if he did not hear anything, Li Muyang carried the Understand Heaven Sword and walked towards the red-bearded man.
"Courting death." The red-bearded man was also enraged. He has been running rampant in Guanzhong for more than ten years, the Valley of the Red Devils is his back garden that he uses to kill people and rob goods. Which caravan did not cry for their parents, kneel down and beg for mercy when they saw them, and voluntarily hand over their valuables or women? This kid not only fiercely resisted, but also killed three people on his side — — Even chopping his head off three times would not be enough compensation.
The red-bearded man clenched the hilt of his sabre with both hands, let out a loud roar, and stomped his feet towards the direction of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang's pace quickened, and then his sword thrust forward.
Screech — —
The two brushed past each other.
The sabre was raised high in the air, but before it could swing down, a bleeding hole appeared on the red-bearded man's abdomen. The Understand Heaven Sword was inserted into his chest, blood gurgling and emitting warm gas.
The red-bearded man stared wide-eyed at his chest, at the sword stained with his blood, unable to believe that he was stabbed to death like this.
A desert bandit that has run amok for half his life, a demon that has killed countless people, ended his life in such a sorry state?
He refused to accept this!
"Leader." A burly bandit who was killing other escorts, seeing the tragic death of the red-bearded man, roared and charged towards Li Muyang.
The horse neighed wildly, the sabre flashing with a bright light.
Li Muyang stood motionless, waiting until the sabre was about to land on his head, when he suddenly threw out a punch.
'The Art of the Breaking Body's Breaking Fist!
His fist directly struck the horse's abdomen and stomach. The horse neighed loudly, and its whole body, together with the bandit on its back, soared into the air and flew out.
Bang — —
The horse fell to the ground dead, the black-robed bandit also vomited blood and died. His internal organs were already shattered.
The black-robed bandits who were slashing the other escorts finally shifted their line of sight to Li Muyang. They looked at the red-bearded man whose sword was dripping with blood, and then looked at the horse and clansmen that were sent flying by Li Muyang's punch, their eyes revealed a look of horror.
They exchanged a glance with each other, then sprinted into the distance together.
They wanted to escape.
Li Muyang looked at the ground littered with corpses, how could he let them run away like this?
He pulled out the Understand Heaven Sword from the red-bearded man's body, ignoring the blood splattering everywhere, his body soared into the air, chasing after the bandits who were desperately stabbing their horses with their spurs and trying to escape.
The sword in his hand danced in the air, and heads fell to the ground.
The horses were galloping, and the heads lined up in a straight line on the red sand.
Plop — —
The bandit running at the front fell head first from the back of his horse. His body trembled, and he could not even open his mouth to speak properly.
He tore off the black robe on his head, revealing a young and immature face like Gan Liang, but darker and redder.
He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Muyang, his head banging against the sand, his voice trembling as he cried: "Don't kill me, don't kill me — — Please don't kill me, I'll do anything you want, I'm willing to be your slave — —"
Li Muyang's face was devoid of any emotion, his blood-red eyes unblinkingly stared at the young bandit.
The young bandit was even more frightened, banging his head harder against the ground. His forehead was badly mangled, as he pleaded: "I didn't kill anyone, I just followed my clansmen — — to find some food. My mother is sick, I have to find money to buy medicine for her. I didn't kill anyone, please spare me, I don't know anything — — "
"Him too." Li Muyang said in a hoarse voice.
Gan Liang was the same, his father was killed by a bandit and his mother was ill, so at a young age he followed an adult as a bodyguard.
It was all to find food for his family and to treat his mother's illness. However, this was not a reason for them to kill.
Li Muyang brandished the sword in his hand, and the young bandit's head was lifted into the air.
Until now, he still could not accept the fact that he just wanted to find food for his family — — that's all. Why did they kill him?
When Li Muyang walked back, the ground was littered with corpses. There were escorts, waiters, and desert bandits.
Some were beheaded, some had their arms chopped off, some were chopped in half, some were chopped in half — —
Almost all of them were dead!
Li Muyang opened his eyes and saw the caravan, the energetic and kind-hearted escorts, and the few waiters who did not greet him but looked at him with kind eyes, were almost all dead.
Gan Liang was the only survivor of the caravan.
He sat there hugging Gan Yang's head, neither crying nor howling in grief. He just silently shed tears.
In such a situation, he couldn't even cry.
Behind him, blood was gushing out and his clothes were soaked in blood. The blade on his back was deep and long, extremely fatal.
Li Muyang fumbled around the dead man's chest, then found the medicine and gauze. He knew that the escorts would carry these with them at all times.
He walked behind Gan Liang and without saying a word, helped him bandage his wound. He poured the entire bottle of Marching Powder on the wound, but it still couldn't stop the blood from flowing.
"I can't live." Gan Liang said, looking at Li Muyang.
"Can't live." Li Muyang said.
"Can't live."
"Can't live."
"I know — —" Gan Liang looked into Li Muyang's eyes and said with a serious face: "I know I can't live. I'm going to die. But I'm not afraid, uncle Gan is with me, there are other uncles and brothers with me, I'm not afraid at all, I grew up with them — — "
"I'm just worried about my mum, what will she do if I'm not here? She's also sick, rheumatism, pain all over her body, she can't get out of bed — — what should she eat? With what? There's only one way out, death. "
"There's also my second mother, she's blind, she relies on uncle's salary every month to eat. There's also uncle Gen Zi, his leg was chopped off, he relies on brother Gen Zi to buy rice — — but we can't go back, what about them? "
A gust of wind blew, the young man's sorrowful voice was transmitted far away.
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