Chapter 75: The Mysterious Mountain Bandits (Part 2)

  Everyone in the Wen family's convoy was shocked and lost their color. The Black Tiger Escort Agency is also a well-known escort agency in Shangyuan City, and Ma Biao is a skilled hand in the agency, and on the rivers and lakes, he is also a second-rate good hand, if not for the face of the Wen family, they would not be able to invite him to walk such a small escort.

  Never thought that such a good hand would be killed in an instant, and died so miserably.

  Just as Wen Jin was in a state of confusion, Xiao Ziyang suddenly appeared from behind him and blocked the black-faced mountain bandit who was about to kill him.

  Hei Lian Shan's expressionless face glanced at Xiao Ziyang, who had suddenly rushed up. He raised his hand and swung another board axe, chopping down at Xiao Ziyang's head once again.

  Xiao Ziyang drew out the thick-backed knife that had been slung over his back and swung it horizontally at the board axe. Many of the cart drivers behind him turned their heads away in terror, unable to bear watching him meet the same end as Ma Biao's.

  Clang! Another loud crash, but the result was completely different. The thick-backed knife not only held off the board axe, but also counter-swept it upwards, causing the ferocious black-faced mountain bandit to stumble backwards, retreating several steps before regaining his footing.

  Xiao Ziyang heard a burst of applause behind him, but his face became even more solemn.

  That black-faced mountain bandit, although not as strong as him, also had a strength of over 7,000 to 8,000 catties between his arms, far surpassing the limits that the most top-notch external martial arts in this world could reach.

  Such a person would be an invincible general in the army.

  Hei Lian Shan Ze was knocked back by Xiao Ziyang's single slash, but he didn't reveal any expression. He steadied himself and swung his twin axes at Xiao Ziyang with a wooden face.

  He had already exchanged a move with his opponent, and Xiao Ziyang was still willing to compete with him in terms of strength. When the opponent's double axes were less than a foot away from his head, he suddenly slid sideways with one foot, turned around, and moved away from the opponent's double axe encirclement to his side.

  Xiao Ziyang had already seen that this person's strength was great, but his moves were simple and clumsy. With a flick of his wrist, the long knife slanted and the tip flashed like lightning across the opponent's neck.

  A stream of foul-smelling dark purple blood spurted out from this person's neck.

  Xiao Ziyang's one slash heavily injured his opponent, but his face turned even uglier. This slash was made with full force, originally intending to behead the opponent, but after chopping at the opponent, he discovered that their body was as tough as a thousand-year-old black dragon wood, and this full-force slash was unable to achieve its intended effect, only managing to cut an inch-deep gash on the opponent's neck.

  That black-faced mountain bandit swung his axe wildly, using too much force, and stumbled forward one step before regaining control of his twin axes. He turned around, swinging them horizontally, ignoring the blood gushing out from his neck, his face wooden as he charged at Xiao Ziyang once again.

  His fearlessness of death made everyone in the convoy change color, but Xiao Ziyang seemed completely unsurprised.

  He thrust his long sword out like lightning, and the tip of the blade fiercely struck the axe head that his opponent held across his chest. This move seemed ordinary at first glance, but it was actually a powerful finishing technique from the Smoke Wave Sword Style.

  The long knife pointed at the axe face, and the black-faced mountain bandit was actually knocked flying by this knife, flying two zhangs away before falling to the ground.

  He flipped over and got up again, pouncing on Xiao Ziyang once more. At this time, the dark purple blood on his neck had gradually stopped spouting. He only took two steps before stumbling and falling to the ground, unable to get up again.

  Seeing their companion killed, the remaining black-faced bandits expressionlessly surrounded Xiao Ziyang. The people in the convoy suddenly came to their senses from their brief shock and involuntarily retreated in horror.

  At this time, Xiao Ziyang suddenly spoke up and said: "Wen Jin, you lead everyone to abandon the goods and leave first, I'll block these people."

  Wen Jin said nothing more, saying "Take care, Wu Da Xia". He waved his hand and told everyone to leave first.

  The whole team was overjoyed as if they had been granted a great amnesty, and they rushed out in a hurry.

  More than a dozen black-faced bandits ignored Wen Jin and others' departure, and instead rushed towards Xiao Ziyang.

  In fact, these black-faced mountain bandits were incredibly powerful and had bodies as tough as copper and iron, but their moves were crude and their footwork clumsy, and Xiao Ziyang didn't take them seriously.

  But the dark aura emanating from these bandits gave him a faintly familiar feeling, making him suspect their origins and hesitant to strike.

  Xiao Ziyang fought and retreated, engaging in a roaming battle with the mountain bandits.

  After the group of people had walked far away, he suddenly unfolded his body method, crossed over the black-faced mountain bandits who were surrounding him, rushed to the group of ordinary mountain bandits who were surrounded by the black-faced mountain bandits just now, stretched out his hand to grab one person, and left in a flash. In an instant, he had drilled into the mountains and forests.

  They lost Xiao Ziyang, and the black-faced mountain bandits turned around and slowly took away the group of mountain bandits who were filled with disappointment and despair.

  Xiao Ziyang did not go far, he was spying on the mountain bandits leaving in the mountains.

  After the mountain bandits had gone far away, he turned his head back and saw that the mountain bandit he had captured from the group was looking at him with a nervous expression.

  Xiao Ziyang asked: "Who are those black-faced mountain bandits, and who are you people?"

  That mountain bandit was a bit stuttering when he first spoke, but after a moment, his words became smoother. "Th...those people... They are all from the largest stronghold in Shangling Mountain, Motian stronghold. The smaller ones are from Yukou stronghold. This morning, they suddenly broke into our stronghold and asked us to merge with Motian stronghold. Our leader didn't agree, so he was killed by them with one knife. They also killed many brothers who resisted and took us to Motian stronghold. Hero... I also became a fugitive due to circumstances, please spare my life..."

  Xiao Ziyang waved his hand, interrupting him and said: "You honestly answer my questions, I naturally won't kill you. I ask you, do you know what the origin of this Mottian Village is? How can these black-faced mountain bandits be so formidable?"

  "Even the little one didn't know, that Li Dazhuang, the master of Motian Village, was originally the Green Forest Alliance leader elected by our eight villages on Shangling Mountain. Several villages had a lot of dealings with each other and we even partnered up to do several big business deals together. However, starting from over a year ago, Motian Village cut off all ties with the other villages. Our boss sent people to investigate but many brothers were lost, only two clever ones managed to escape back, according to them, the people of Motian Village seemed to have all turned into that inhuman and ghostly state."

  He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued: "Later, several mountain strongholds joined forces to find the Mohist stronghold, wanting to ask for an explanation, but were killed by those black-faced men. After witnessing the ferocity of the black-faced people, our stronghold master was worried for a good while, but later saw that these people only hid in the mountain stronghold and never left the mountain stronghold, so they gradually relaxed. But today, they unexpectedly killed their way up to our Yu Kou stronghold."

  After listening to his speech, Xiao Ziyang fell silent and carefully analyzed it.

  At this time, the mountain bandit spoke again: "Earlier that group of dark-faced people seemed... seemed to have someone I recognized, but... I'm not certain..."

  "Oh, go ahead and say it."

  "That person's appearance is very similar to that of a small leader of the Ma Tian Gang with whom we had dealings before. This man has a very distinctive appearance, and is easily recognizable, but now his face is dark purple, and his martial arts skills are more than ten times higher than they were then... I really dare not confirm whether it's him or not..."

  Xiao Ziyang asked him again about the location of Motian Village and the detailed situation inside the village, and said to him: "Very good, what you said is very useful to me. You can go."

  The mountain bandit was overjoyed upon hearing this and kowtowed to Xiao Ziyang, then quickly got up and ran away.