Chapter 727

"What really makes the martial arts of aristocratic families, clans and countries try to squeeze ordinary people is not cultivation strength, but greed! Their greedy desire... Their desire is never satisfied. Even without martial arts, they still have ways to bully ordinary people. Moreover, martial arts, for the human race, it is necessary to exist. I'm afraid you don't forget the monster race... Aren't you also robbed by two ordinary people?"

"Then how can we kill the greed in people's hearts?" Deng Yifei also felt extreme, and he still knew the monster clan.

"Impossible, the red blood holy sword can't do it. No one can do it unless the Terran destroys the family!" Chen Hao said helplessly, "greed in people's hearts cannot be eradicated. What human beings can do is shock and awe, and this is the meaning of the existence of red blood holy sword!"

"Shock?"

"Just like the national law, because the law stipulates that murder should be beheaded, no one dares to kill for no reason; because the law stipulates that theft requires imprisonment, most people dare not steal..."

Deng Yifei said in a painful voice, "but some martial artists still live at ease after killing at will!"

Deng Yifei thought of those people in the evil wolf stronghold again!

"This needs you!"

Deng Yifei looked at his palm and muttered, "yes! And me!"

"Yes, and you, as long as you control the absolute strength, as long as you kill those martial artists who commit crimes, those martial artists will be afraid of you, and then make them dare not act recklessly! The greater your reputation, the more powerful your deterrent!" Chen Hao asked in a low voice, "Yifei, don't forget the oath when you picked up the holy sword!"

"Master Jianling, I don't have it. I always remember that I am willing to become the master of the holy sword Red Blood Sword and spend my whole life killing evil!"

"Very good!"

Before Deng Yifei entered shangjiucheng, just outside a city hundreds of miles away from shangjiucheng, Deng Yifei encountered many refugees.

Most of these refugees have families, ragged clothes, and are painfully thin. Most of them look like a layer of cloth stretched on their bones, like walking skeletons.

They were blocked at the gate of the city, but the gate was tightly closed, isolating them from the outside. A city guard looked out at them, and then quickly retracted his head.

This small town is completely sealed off!

Deng Yifei doesn't want to go in either.

"Please, my Lord, can you give us something to eat?"

Seeing Deng Yifei coming, the refugees immediately rushed up and ran towards him. Maybe they were afraid of the long sword in his hand and didn't dare to get close to him. They just stretched their dirty hands to him one by one. Deng Yifei's heart softened, took down the burden on his back and handed them the unfinished cakes one by one.

He glanced at the little girl who rushed at him for the first time, gave her a piece of dough cake, and then scattered the other dough cakes.

"There is food here!"

I don't know who shouted, and all the refugees trapped near the gate rushed towards Deng Yifei.

Deng Yifei was soon flooded by these starving refugees!

In the red blood sword, Chen Haoxing looked at this scene and saw the embarrassment of the sword owner, which has always been his greatest pleasure.

"Who dares to touch my sword!"

At first, Deng Yifei was also afraid of hurting these refugees, and the burden was robbed. He didn't resist too fiercely, but he was completely angry when he found someone stretching his hand to the red blood holy sword at his waist!

He broke his arm with a kick and tried to get out of the crowd.

Even if Deng Yifei's strength increased from the initial stage of gas condensation to the middle stage along the way, he still faced thousands of refugees

It took nine oxen and two tigers to run out.

After running out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, Chen Hao reminded, "look at your left hand, your left hand!"

Hearing the reminder of master Jianling, Deng Yifei looked to his left. A thin and small man was lying in the grass by the roadside.

Deng Yifei felt that this figure was a little familiar. He walked over and turned the man over. It was the little girl who gave the dough.

The little girl's face was dirty, her face was covered with blood, and the corners of her mouth were still stained with the crumbs of dough cakes. She was completely out of breath.

Deng Yifei glanced at her right hand, and her index finger and thumb were completely broken

Deng Yifei slammed his fist on the ground and saw another refugee running towards him. He pulled out his red blood sword. His angry expression and cold blade immediately calmed the refugees.

"Who did it?"

Deng Yifei pointed to the little girl's body and asked.

Anyone can hear his anger!

The refugees shook their heads and retreated.

"Over there, three people in the Bush behind you did it!" Chen Haoshi reported to the sword owner at the right time, "they are lying in the trees now and dare not show their heads!"

Deng Yifei turned his head fiercely and found the three people mentioned by Lord Jianling through the short shrubs.

He stepped in front of three people, who were also refugees.

Seeing Deng Yifei walking towards them with his sword, the three immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Sir, please let us go. We are just too hungry. If we don't eat anything, we will die!"

Looking at the three hungry skinny men in front of him, Deng Yifei hesitated slightly.

"In this world, all villains have their own reasons. Even the people of wolf stronghold can be said to want to eat before they go to your Dengjia village... Yifei, let's fight!"

"Master Jianling is right. What we need is shock!!!"

After cutting the three people with his sword, Deng Yifei didn't enter the city, and he didn't even take back his baggage and left without looking back.

Anyway, most of the baggage is dry food.

He just doesn't want to stay here any longer.

After a while, I entered a small town, but the town was also full of refugees. When those refugees saw Deng Yifei, they also asked him for something to eat, but Deng Yifei now had no dry food on him.

In the small town, every door and window were closed, and there was an extremely tense atmosphere.

Deng Yifei came to the door of a humble Inn and knocked on the door of the inn.

"Who?" Someone shouted in a low voice.

"For those who live in the hotel, are you still open here?"

There was an eye in the small crack in the door, and then the store door was opened with a crack: "come in!"

As soon as Deng Yifei entered, the people in the inn immediately closed the door and closed the gate. Deng Yifei glanced at the man whose back was facing him, and he was holding a long knife in his hand.

"What's the matter with you? You're still carrying a knife!"

"What else can I do? Guest, don't you see those refugees outside?"

"See!"

"That's right. I'm on guard against them. Don't be surprised!"

"Are they that good?"

"Why not? I heard that some villages have been looted by these refugees! It's just that there are thousands of people in our town, and they don't dare to do it! I'm afraid that they will gather more and more!" The man of the inn put the long knife on the table and whispered, "they all appeared today. Our mayor has sent someone to inform the Lord of the city, hoping that he can send a congenital warrior to control the yard, otherwise, our town will not feel good!"