The carriage drove forward for about ten miles and came to the edge of a dense forest. There was no one around, and only the sound of horse hooves could be heard behind them. The four gangsters chased after them and blocked the front of the carriage.
Zhui Feng reined in his horse and looked at the four people coldly, but said nothing.
One of them raised his voice and shouted: "I opened this mountain and planted this tree. I want to cross here..."
"I'll buy you some money for your trip!"
Before the man finished speaking, he heard a clear voice say, and then with a "chi" sound, something flew out of the carriage and hit him in the face.
The man was surprised and happy. He stretched out his hand to take it. When he took it in his hand, he saw that it was a stone as big as a fist. He was so angry that his nose became crooked.
"How dare you tease your uncle? Are you tired of living?"
The man pulled out a copper mace from his waist and smashed it at Zhui Feng.
He saw that Zhui Feng was wearing an ordinary servant's clothes, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he didn't have any flesh on his body, so he didn't take him seriously.
He fully thought that this mace would blow Zhui Feng's head off, but he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, as if it was broken.
With a "pop" sound, something fell to the ground. The man looked down and saw a bloody severed palm, with a copper mace in his hand.
He was stunned for a while, then subconsciously looked at his right hand and found that only his bare wrist was left. Only then did he realize that his palm was separated from his wrist, and he suddenly let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
The other three people were surrounding the carriage. They jumped up and got on the carriage. They pulled off the curtain and smiled charmingly when they saw Shen Ning and Xiao Ru inside the carriage.
"I'm lucky today. I met three fat sheep. The appearance of these two girls is even more desirable..."
Suddenly I heard the man's scream, and when I looked back, I suddenly gasped.
The three people shouted in unison, drew out their steel knives one after another, and fiercely rushed towards Zhui Feng.
Xiaoru saw the ferocious expressions on the faces of the men and the gleaming knives in the carriage. She was so frightened that she shivered in the corner.
Seeing that one of them was about to hit Zhui Feng's head with his knife, the other blocked the waist and slashed at Zhui Feng, and the third person was even more cunning and actually stamped on Zhui Feng's feet.
Zhui Feng was as motionless as a piece of wood, without any reaction.
Small as big as urgent.
"Zhui Feng, dodge! dodge quickly! He is going to chop off your head..."
Her words stopped abruptly, because at this moment, Zhui Feng suddenly moved. With a wave of the whip in his hand, it had already wrapped around a man's neck. With another pull, the man's neck and head were separated. A head rolled to the ground, and the headless body shook and fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.
Xiao Ru's eyes were about to bulge out. When she saw the person with a different body and head, and the blood splattered all over the floor, she had never seen such a terrifying scene in her life, and she was so scared that her hands and feet were all gone. So soft, looking at Zhui Feng’s expression is like looking at a devil from hell.
Zhui Feng was extremely ruthless and showed no mercy at all.
His face was expressionless, and he swung the whip in his hand again. Another man's head moved, and blood gurgled out of his cavity.
The remaining man saw that four of his companions were dead and one was injured in the blink of an eye. He was so frightened that he dared not go forward to attack Zhui Feng. He turned around and ran away, even with his companions. He didn't care about his life or death.