Wanbao Lady

Chapter 353 Invincible

Just before a stick of incense.

Chongfan felt that a believer's channel of faith was broken, indicating that the person was dead.

But people are born, grow old, get sick and die, not to mention that believers are spread all over the world, so life and death are normal.

But what was abnormal was that more than a dozen believers died in the same place, and at the same time and place, her statue was also broken.

At the same time, the sounds of cries for help became clearer in my ears.

It immediately caught her attention.

Through the faith channel and the statues on the believers, he had just sent his divine thoughts over when he suddenly heard a loud shout:

I am Min Ang, the centurion of the 7th Infantry Regiment of the Xuandao Battalion of the Annan Army. What evil demon is causing trouble here?

Hearing this, she immediately realized that this was not an ordinary natural disaster or man-made disaster, but cholera caused by the monks!

She also knew that the Annan Army was located in Xiangzhou, guarding the border between Xiangzhou and the Wu Yue Kingdom in the south.

Since this is a world with cultivators, although most of the border troops are mortals, there are also many extraordinary people among them. They are there to resist cultivators, spies, rioters, and others from other countries.

Compared with ordinary people, the major border troops generally have more contact and understanding of practitioners.

If we judge that it might be a practitioner causing trouble, then it is almost certain!

Not long after, she heard the prayers of the man who claimed to be a former Annan soldier.

Feeling the anxious anger and firm defensiveness in the other person's heart, what else is there to say?

help!

-

at the same time.

Minjia Village.

In the restaurant.

Min Ang just heard the ethereal words coming to his ears, and the next moment, he suddenly felt a warm current surging through his heart and flowing to every part of his limbs.

A surge of strength suddenly surged in his originally painful and tired body, and his condition was even better than when he had not fought!

A warm current also flowed through his arms, passing through his hands and into the broken knife he held.

As he looked in disbelief, he saw that the broken knife in his hand actually emitted a faint golden light, as if it had turned into a legendary magic weapon!

Not only was he stunned by this scene, but even the people he was protecting behind him were stunned!

The burly man, who had originally had no expression on his face and only knew how to attack forward, was slightly stunned, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.

at the same time.

It's better than being on the mountain.

The man in the ordinary gray robe paused for a moment, making hand gestures, closing his eyes and muttering something. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "What is that!"

But he heard his companion whispering, "No matter what he is, kill him first! The order from above is to leave no one alive!"

After saying this, the two of them immediately focused their minds and continued to cast the spell.

The second floor of the restaurant.

All the bandits' eyes fixed, and then they all rushed forward with their weapons raised high.

Seeing this scene, the crowd who were originally curious about the strangeness of the broken sword suddenly screamed in horror and retreated and fled.

But Min Ang, who had been breathing unsteadily before, suddenly shouted in a low voice and rushed forward with a broken knife in his hand.

"Brother Min Ang!" someone screamed.

Unexpectedly, Min Ang, who had just barely been able to resist the attack of the bandit leader, just used the broken knife in his hand to lightly cut, and the ring-handled broadsword in the opposite person's hand was immediately split into two halves. Then the whole person's huge body was kicked away, and even three or five bandits behind him suffered the same fate and were all kicked off the stairs.

The villagers, who were originally in panic and fear, like sheep, suddenly felt as if their throats were strangled and watched all this in amazement.

However, the man in front of them with his back to them was like a god of war. He chopped down the bandit and his weapon with one knife, and kicked the man more than three feet away. His bones were broken and he couldn't even get up.

The bandits who used to be able to ignore their injuries, being tireless and unaware of pain, were now unable to get up again after being knocked down by the broken sword.

All those who rushed up were beaten one by one, and if two came, they would be chopped down together. The broken swords in their hands emitted bursts of cold light, and they were invincible and unstoppable.

Seeing this scene, everyone's jaws almost dropped to the ground, and what followed was the excitement and excitement of being saved.

"Okay! Brother Min! Beat them!"

"That's it! It feels great!"

"Brother Min Ang is awesome!"

"Avenge everyone!"

Perhaps the figure in front of them inspired their blood, and the villagers who were originally like quails immediately picked up the weapons scattered on the ground, suppressed their nausea and fear, and trembled as they stepped forward to finish off the enemy.

After a great battle, it was a thrilling battle.

Before long, all the bandits who came to support were chopped down by the sword and lay scattered on the ground.

Can't get up again.

-

It's better than being on the mountain.

"Damn it! My magic has been broken! There must be someone with help! Retreat!"

The two men looked horrified. Just as they were about to withdraw their magic and flee, they suddenly heard a loud female voice:

"So it's you guys who are causing trouble here."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them felt their souls being pulled outwards and they let out sharp screams.

At this moment, the two men reluctantly took out the daggers from their waists and stabbed themselves in the heart decisively.

There was a pop.

The two figures were no longer there, only two palm-sized scarecrows lying quietly on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Chongfan, who was far away in the secret realm, frowned slightly.

"The art of death substitution..."

-

In the restaurant.

Min Ang was still concerned about the people in the village, so he ran out of the door and headed towards the village.

What he saw was corpses scattered on the ground, both male and female, old and young, all of whom were people he was most familiar with.

He staggered around but didn't see a single bandit.

Probably... they were all killed by him when they went to his restaurant to support him!

Perhaps it was because of this that the number of deaths in the village was not as high as he had expected, and many survived as long as they persisted in resisting and hiding.

But despite this, it was still a big blow to the village which had always been peaceful.

"Brother Min Ang!"

At this moment, he suddenly heard a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him. It turned out that the people hiding on the second floor came downstairs and followed him.

Each of them held a variety of weapons in their hands, as if they were looking for someone to fight to the death.

But when they saw the casualties in the village, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed over.

"Dad - Mom -"

"Second aunt!"

"Uncle Three!"

Some people were crying while holding the corpse on the ground, while others were running straight to their homes. When they saw their doors were tightly shut, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom and Dad, open the door! I'm back! All the bandits were killed by Brother Min Ang! There are no more bandits in the village!"

Hearing the call from outside the door, the family who had been hiding in the house and propping up the door with all kinds of furniture suddenly burst into tears of joy. They hurriedly removed tables and cabinets and other things and hugged the person outside the door tightly.

"They all survived... That's great!"

The remaining people suppressed their fear and grief, and under Min Aung's command, the wounded were bandaged and the dead were collected, bringing order to the chaos.

It was not until this moment that Min Ang suddenly felt that the strength in his body had dissipated without a trace, and the broken knife in his hand was no longer magical.

What followed was a piercing pain all over the body, as if he was beaten by hundreds of people, and he fell down on the spot.

"Brother Min Ang!"

Someone ran over with a terrified look on his face, only to see the man on the ground moving his fingers with difficulty, "Don't... worry... it's just... the aftereffects of praying to the gods... just rest... it will be fine..."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.