"snort!"

Seeing this scene, even with Zhang Sanfeng's current mind and nature, he couldn't help but develop an uncontrollable murderous intent.

Today's Yuanting is definitely not a good dynasty in the world. It is a dynasty that relies on killing and slaughtering the Central Plains. It may be a blessing for the Yuan Dynasty itself, but it is an inevitable supreme disaster for the Central Plains.

With a slight sigh, Zhang Sanfeng's heart became heavier. Even though the Yuanting had only lived for more than ten years, in the past ten years, the Central Plains still had to suffer bullying and not have to breathe.

"You wolf cubs wantonly slaughter the people from the Central Plains. It would be fine if the old Taoist hadn't seen it, but now when he meets it, he must not stand by and watch!"

Stepping out, Zhang Sanfeng stepped into the small village. At this time, a fierce and cruel Yuan soldier, holding a sharp knife, slashed at a child who was only three or five years old. This knife was fast and fast. Not to mention a child about three or five years old, even an adult man would not be easy to avoid.

The next moment, the young child was about to fall to the ground. Suddenly, a ray of light rose, and the sharp knife miraculously stagnated in the void. No matter how hard the Yuan soldiers and Tartars tried their best, they could not suppress half an inch.

The Yuan soldier's head immediately turned his face when he saw this scene. He knew that he had met a man in the martial arts world, but then he sneered, not afraid at all!

"Who, who is it? We are the elite soldiers under the Ruyang Palace. If you dare to disturb us from doing things, huh, you will offend Lord Ruyang. At that time, tens of thousands of troops will be dispatched together. No matter what sect you are, you will die under the iron cavalry of our Great Yuan Empire!"

When these Yuan soldiers heard their chief say this, they unconsciously sneered. In their opinion, the Mongolian cavalry was dominant and nothing was worth terrifying.

What's more, they are still people from the Ruyang Palace. The Ruyang Palace is an extraordinary force of the Yuan Dynasty today. It has a large army and has almost no force to fight against.

Even in the martial arts world, the three words "Ruyang King" can make those small sects frightened, and the power of the army cannot be resisted by the sects.

Zhang Sanfeng moved his steps lightly, his face was cold, and he completely ignored the words of these people. In his opinion, these people were all dead bodies and had no meaning of communication.

"You are disregarding human life, killing people for fun, and taking action to harm the people in the Central Plains. You are unforgivable to have your sins, and you can only apologize if you die."

As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng pushed out with one hand. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed around him, and a terrifying force surged out from his palm, slapped at the Yuan soldier who was just about to kill.

Bang!

With a light blow, the Yuan soldier flew backwards. Before he landed, he had no rest. Even before he died, his face still had a cruel look on his face just now, and he didn't even react.

"Damn it, damn Central Plains people, you actually dare to kill my Dayuan Iron Cavalry and seek death!"

The vicious Yuan soldier leader shouted, "This old Taoist is not weak, but he is old and weak. As soon as we rush forward, he will definitely not be able to hold on. At that time, I will let him watch with his own eyes turn the village into a barren land!"

"kill!"

More than a dozen Yuan soldiers and Tartar generals surrounded Zhang Sanfeng and held the sharp knife in his hand tightly. The next moment, they all shouted and slashed at Zhang Sanfeng. Even Zhang Sanfeng could see the cruel and excited smile of the Yuan soldier leader.

"Vulnerable!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly. These Yuan soldiers were really vulnerable to him. Decades ago, he had sniped a Yuan soldiers team, which was a team of two thousand people. In that battle, he returned home in wounds, and the Yuan soldiers team never appeared again.

Compared with the two thousand elite soldiers in the past, there are only a dozen now. The gap is so big that he does not take these people to heart at all.

However, Zhang Sanfeng's disdain turned into fear before his death in the eyes of these Yuan soldiers.

A bright white light burst out from Zhang Sanfeng's body, covering himself, allowing the dozen Yuan soldiers to chop down. Finally, the sharp knife slashed down, and the Yuan soldiers and Tartars made a terrified scream.

The expected bloody scene did not appear. The sharp knife in their hands was firmly locked on Zhang Sanfeng's body. The sharp knife that beheaded countless times and killed countless times was difficult to cut even Zhang Sanfeng's robe. He stopped abruptly at an inch from his body.

"You should die if you are accomplices for the tiger, kill the people, and slaughter the youngest sons."

Zhang Sanfeng shouted loudly, like a dragon roaring, roaring from the roar of a tiger, and the unparalleled true power burst out. Zhang Sanfeng was the center, and the three meters around him were all shrouded, and an unprecedented rebound force was transmitted from the sharp knife.

"boom"

With a sound, the dozen Yuan soldiers were blown away. Before the people landed, there was no rest.

It turned out that under Zhang Sanfeng's century-old true power, the internal organs of these people had long been broken into minced meat.

The leader of the Yuan soldier was even more special care from Zhang Sanfeng. Under the terrifying internal force, the body almost turned into meat sauce, and his death was extremely miserable.

"We have seen a real person and met a real person. Thank you for helping you. We cannot repay such great kindness."

The surviving villagers knelt down at Zhang Sanfeng with a thud and cried bitterly, thanking that their relatives were all dead under the command of these Yuan soldiers and Tartars.

Zhang Sanfeng was in a low mood. When he saw it, the Yuan soldiers had already massacred most of the villagers, and only twenty or thirty people he rescued.

Moreover, most of them are the elderly, weak, women and children. With their current situation, if they want to survive again, it is tantamount to seeking death.

"Oh! I have a pen here. Take him and go to Wudang Mountain. When you arrive at Wudang Mountain, you will find Song Yuanqiao. At that time, he will take care of you. Although Wudang Mountain cannot give you many good conditions, it is also acceptable to let you have food and clothing."

Zhang Sanfeng said, taking a pen from the jade crown with his hair tied above his head, then casually folded a branch, and waved his hand, the true power surged, and dust fell down, revealing the heart of the tree, and then gently inserted it on the jade crown.

The villagers took the pen and kowtowed several times to Zhang Sanfeng in succession. They did not thank him for his kindness. Zhang Sanfeng's move was a great kindness for them!

"King Ruyang, Dayuan, it seems that we should start to fuel the fire as soon as possible!"

Zhang Sanfeng whispered, and his figure became even more unpredictable invisible. The Western Regions were close to him, and he was about to start making arrangements.

After finally coming to this world, he has the power to change the world. If he still looks like the original work, wouldn’t he waste his great years and great years?
Chapter completed!