Hundreds of cavalrymen came galloping.

In addition to the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground, there was also the sound of a woman crying on horseback.

Mo Feng glanced over and saw disheveled women tied up and thrown on the horses like cargo. There were at least a dozen of them.

Judging from the exposed side faces, they are all women with outstanding looks.

Those who could cry at this time were considered lucky. Some women had purple marks all over their bodies, and their clothes were almost completely peeled off. No matter how bumpy the horse's back was, they would faint on the horse's back, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

"It's late at night, and you're making us run all this way."

The fastest one among the cavalry arrived first.

He has broad shoulders and a thick waist, fierce eyes, and a full beard that almost covers his face. This is what is called a naturally fierce appearance.

A pair of tiger eyes swept over the three people and cursed: "These three guys killed more than a dozen of our brothers?"

"These are not ordinary people. No, do you see the clothes they are wearing, Mozhe?"

King Ping curled his lips, pointed at Mo Feng and said.

Mohists are generally easy to identify.

First of all, Mohists do not advocate pleasure, just like Mozi in the past. Although he was a master, he wore the simplest coarse linen clothes. It’s not that those who wear coarse linen clothes are Mohists - but if you say that someone is not a Mohist while holding a long sword and wearing coarse linen clothes, few people will believe it.

Weapons are expensive, much more expensive than clothes.

People who can use weapons should at least wear a long gown, right?

A peasant cannot use weapons, and a sword might not be as effective as a hoe.

In addition, you can also look at the skin color, conversation and even martial arts.

Due to extreme self-torture, Mo people usually have a darker skin color, similar to an old farmer who is busy in the fields all day long.

Just like Mo Feng, he already has wheat-yellow skin at a young age. Brother Liu's skin color is even darker than his, so it is not difficult to recognize him.

"Are they the fools who are asking for trouble?"

The man on the horse jumped off the horse. His sturdy body was like a thick wall. He glanced at Mo Feng and said, "Little guy, what's the benefit of being a Mohist? I see that your hair should have grown out. Have you ever tasted a woman?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the hair of the unconscious woman on the horse's back with one hand and pulled her off the horse with a simple and rough movement.

"ah!"

The intense pain woke the woman up, and after a scream, she fell off the horse.

"Noisy."

The sturdy man slapped her, and her pretty face immediately swelled up.

The woman was almost naked, her fair skin had a moist luster even under the moonlight, her limbs were slender and graceful, with a lot of blue and purple interlaced.

"Come here, little boy. Grandpa is generous and will give you a woman to try."

As he said that, the burly man threw the woman in front of Mo Feng as if she were a sack. "This is a daughter of a wealthy family. It's hard for ordinary people to even see her. Brothers didn't play with her for long. But, some of you have to go down to accompany our dead brothers, right?"

Mo Feng's face was dark and deep.

Looking at the woman falling in front of him, he took a deep breath, took off his shirt and put it on her.

It would be ridiculous to talk about Mohist ethics with this group of beasts.

In addition to universal love and non-aggression, Mohism also believes in the will of heaven.

Mo Feng slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes becoming calmer.

If one more of these people died at his hands, there would be fewer people who would be harmed by them in the future.

However, before he could raise his sword, a hand grabbed him.

Wei Chuanming had walked up to him at some point, stopping Mo Feng who was about to attack him. He actually greeted him with a smile and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"There's no need for a dead man to know Grandpa's name. Why, do you want to try a girl too?"

The burly man taunted.

"No, no, no, it's just that I've heard of the great name of King Ping for a long time, and today's incident may be a misunderstanding. To be honest, I'm not a Mohist, and it was just a coincidence that I was in the same room with these two people. I believe that you have a discerning eye and can see the difference between me and them at a glance."

Wei Chuanming spoke very quickly.

At this time, the cavalry had surrounded them like a barrel of water. It was no exaggeration to say that there was no way out.

King Ping Tian was not in a hurry. There was no village or shop nearby. The area within dozens of miles was his territory, so there was no possibility of any trouble.

I have heard the name of Mohists many times, and it is a kind of entertainment to play with them.

"Oh? What's the difference?"

King Ping asked.

"We only admire heroes! He who drinks big bowls of wine, eats big mouthfuls of meat, plays with the most beautiful women, and grabs the most expensive treasures!"

Wei Chuanming patted his chest and walked forward. He was unarmed, and raised his hands high to indicate that he had no weapons. He walked towards Ping Tianwang alone, "I am not the same as them."

"You are quite courageous."

King Ping nodded with satisfaction, then kicked Wei Chuanming in the chest.

Suddenly, Wei Chuanming's body rolled on the ground for several times. He couldn't help spitting out blood. His internal organs were in great pain and his whole body felt like it was almost torn apart.

But in this life-threatening pain, the blood energy that had been dormant actually rose slightly for a moment, preventing him from fainting immediately.

Ping Tianwang looked at Wei Chuanming, who was lying on the ground and could not stand up, and laughed: "My brothers can drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of meat, play with the most beautiful women, and grab the most expensive treasures. But who do you think you are? Do you want to go with us?"

“Hahahahahaha.”

Laughter came from all around, mocking his arrogance.

Whether one can switch sides in the middle of a battle depends on one's identity, status and strength. Obviously, in the face of such an absolute power gap, wanting to surrender is a joke. It all depends on the other party's mood.

Wei Chuanming, who was lying on the ground, looked at King Ping with a dim gaze. There was no surprise or anger on his face, nor resentment, only a cold look.

That kind of look made King Ping very unhappy.

"First, cut off his head and use his skull as a wine cup to offer wine to our dead brothers."

King Ping waved his hand, too lazy to continue playing.

"Protect Uncle Wei."

However, before King Ping's men could make a move, Mo Feng had already rushed forward first.

At this moment, the aura on his body surged. It was a secret method of Qi and blood that imitated the master's burning of flesh and blood - and the activation of the secret method took time.

During this period, Wei Chuanming took over.

When his feet touched the ground, Mo Feng's figure rushed up like an arrow, but his target was not King Ping Tian, ​​but the burly man who dismounted first.

Faced with Mo Feng's choice, the burly man laughed loudly and was about to chop him down on the head with the axe in his hand.

However, just as the axe was about to fall, Mo Feng's already swift speed increased even more. The long sword in his hand was like an inverted crescent hook, leaving a silhouette in the darkness, and slid past lightly.

A great head then flew up.

Kill with one strike! The first kill was so easy, but Mo Feng didn't stop at all. While moving his feet, he picked up the axe that had not yet hit the ground and threw it casually. The sound of the axe breaking through the wind whistled in the night, and immediately knocked a man off the horse's back without a sound.

Crisp and neat.

He hasn't spent all these years in vain.

In addition to growing a lot in height, his martial arts also improved greatly.

Although Wei Chuanming did not make much achievement in martial arts, his vision was sharp and his insights into martial arts benefited him a lot, which was truly extraordinary.

Those calls of "Uncle Wei" were not for nothing!

It would be great if the words could be spoken a little more nicely.

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After being trained closely for more than ten years, it is no exaggeration to say that Mo Feng's knowledge of martial arts is no less than that of an ordinary master, and he has also accumulated a wealth of practical experience over the years.

Wei Chuanming, who had lost his martial arts skills, was not stingy in giving him his knowledge of martial arts. After all, it was really difficult for an ordinary person to survive in such a chaotic world.

Although he didn't explicitly say that he wanted to find a successor, Mo Feng really taught him step by step.

At this moment, he suddenly took action and achieved success immediately.

However, King Ping was not a fool after all.

"How brave! Come on together!"

With an angry shout, King Ping Tian rushed forward. Although he was not a master, he had made some progress in training his internal organs. Although he had not achieved great success in training his internal organs, he was still much better than ordinary warriors.

What's more, they are so numerous and powerful. How can a mere three of them be their opponent?

The best situation at this time, of course, would be to fight and retreat at the same time, but unfortunately Wei Chuanming was seriously injured and they had no room to retreat.

Mo Feng's eyes were as cold as frost and snow. He faced King Ping Tian alone. He said nothing during the battle, and all the energy in his body had been mobilized to the extreme.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. If you can kill Ping Tian Wang quickly, you might be able to cause chaos in the army. They are a mob, and they gather together for money. As long as they are scared, there is a chance! The sword glowed brightly under the moonlight, but just as it touched the sword in Ping Tian Wang's hand, it made a tooth-grinding sound, a gap appeared, and the long sword was almost broken.

Mo Feng seemed to have anticipated the omen and was not startled at all. He even exerted force suddenly again, and the sword, which was already missing a piece, finally broke under the weight.

Ping Tian Wang's sword was still coming towards him. Mo Feng only took a step to the left and threw the broken sword in his hand towards Ping Tian Wang! The wind was whistling, and Ping Tian Wang frowned and could only dodge awkwardly. It was really not worth it to exchange injuries for injuries.

But his avoidance played right into Mo Feng's hands.

In this extremely brief moment, Mo Feng wiped his waist, and several sharp pebbles flew away like arrows, mixed with several silver needles! This time, King Ping was finally unable to dodge, and could only slightly avoid the hidden weapon aimed at his head, and the rest was entirely up to fate.

Unfortunately, his fate is not very good.

Several tiny silver needles shot into the body without any surprise, and an intense feeling of numbness enveloped him.

poisonous!

"mean!"

King Ping cursed angrily.

I thought that we were extremely vicious for robbing houses and robbing decent women, but I never thought that this black man with thick eyebrows and big eyes would resort to such despicable means! "Oh, to deal with people like you, there is no mean means."

Mo Feng sneered.

He couldn't help but think of Uncle Wei's warning to him.

'The identity of a Mohist is a good cover. The Mohist School is well-known, upright, and righteous. Everyone knows that they advocate universal love and non-aggression. As a Mohist, it is easy for people to associate it with their qualities.

You must remember that reputation is also a weapon. Since you are a Mohist, you must make good use of this identity. You can be bold and aggressive in daily life, but when it comes to life-and-death situations, you must know how to use "unique moves" and surprise the enemy! In this way, your chances of winning will naturally increase greatly! '

Take them by surprise and attack them when they are unprepared! The identity of Mohists represents "hardship" and "nobility" in the eyes of many people, and it doesn't matter if they are even "fools".

What’s important is that Mohist’s identity will leave a deep enough impression on people.

Under this stereotype, many people find it hard to imagine that the Mohists would also use some despicable means in the underworld.

For example, a masterful use of hidden weapons.

The sword in his hand is just his signboard when he goes out, something to attract people's attention.

When the sword breaks and is thrown out, it is inevitable that the enemy will be careless for a moment.

Then a surprise victory!

This is the fighting style that Wei Chuanming tailored for the Mohists.

If it weren't for the name of Mohist, it might not be so useful.

Mo Feng once asked Wei Chuanming that once this trick was known to others, not only would they be more defensive against the Mohists, but it would even be suspected of smearing the Mohist school to a certain extent.

To this, Wei Chuanming replied: Are you stupid? If you kill everyone you see, then there will be no one to know! The reason why Mohism is gradually weakening is because people can't think straight! Mozi said to love all and not to attack, but he didn't say that there is any morality when dealing with Mohism's enemies! Righteousness versus unrighteousness, only the result is important, not the process! Anyway, this trick can only be used on enemies. Dead enemies are good enemies. Dead people can't speak.

Mo Feng felt that what Uncle Wei said made sense.

Moreover, this trick is really useful, and it is no exaggeration to say that it works every time.

Anyone who fails to win this trick will have an expression that says, "I never expected that a traitor like you would appear in the Mohist School."

To this day, the news has not leaked.

"King Ping is dead! If you dismount and surrender, you can still keep your lives. If you still dare to resist, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

It sounds slow, but in fact, from the time Mo Feng took action to the time Ping Tianwang was hit, it was only a few short seconds of maneuvering.

His speed was so fast that in a very short period of time, he used all his killing moves without holding back.

If you don't move, you'll be fine. If you move, you'll be like thunder! "Bullshit, old man"

Although King Pingtian was hit, he was not dead yet. How could he tolerate Mo Feng's lies? But before he could finish his words, a sharp iron ball hit his head.

The paralyzed body finally had no way to escape, like a short burst of fireworks exploding.

Attracted by Mo Feng's voice, many of King Ping Tian's men looked over and saw their boss being shot in the head and killed.

"In the name of Mohists, I will say this again. If you dismount and surrender, you can still save your lives. If you dare to resist or flee, you might as well think about the fate of King Ping. Can you compare with King Ping in strength?"

Mo Feng stood there, even though he was unarmed, he still showed the demeanor of a strong man.

He was clearly surrounded, but it seemed as if he was surrounding everyone by himself, confident and assertive.

I will protect the reputation of the Mohist school! These people must die! (End of this chapter)