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Hearing that, the white-haired old man pushed his Tong Mu crutch to the ground, and said with a roar: "He Ming! It was now midsummer. If the corpses in the village were not buried as soon as possible, the spread of the plague would be accelerated, and it might even become worse. Heiming Village is only half a kilometer away from my Jingjia Village. Even if we don't leave the village, the epidemic will still spread to your village. Even if you don't care about my village, you should at least think about your village. In the past, our two villages had always fought for the hundred acres of fertile land, but now that the plague is right in front of us, it's fine if you don't care about the hundred lives of Jingjia Village, but want to add insult to injury so that you can trap us in the village to death. What kind of peace do you have?! "

He Ming coldly snorted: "What peace of mind do I have? My safety is naturally to protect my Heiming Village's heart. Since I am the village head of Heiming Village, I have to be responsible for him. Look at the people in your village. They are sick, they are dead, and there are only a few who are gasping for breath. If you really have the ability to control the plague, how could so many people die? Humph! The funeral is not to be held in the morning or the evening, but at this very moment, I can't help but doubt your intentions! Who doesn't know that ever since your Jingjia Village became pestilential, you people have always disliked us Heiming Village being unharmed and safe, and always wanted my Heiming Village's people to die with your village! Let's not talk about the distance, just recently, people from your Jingjia Village would come to my Heiming Village every two or three days. If not for someone discovering and stopping us in time, at this very moment, wouldn't you have brought the plague into the Heiming Village? Truly, her heart can be destroyed, her heart can be destroyed! "

The Patriarch Jing was furious: "You are lying, this old man had sent someone to the city to invite the doctor to treat our patient, but who would have thought that he would be beaten back by your men before he even left, do you know how many good opportunities to treat our patient are delayed by your actions, and how many lives Jingjia Village has lost?! If it weren't for you, would the plague have become so serious? "

Jingjia Village also had three old men who were slightly skilled in medicine. However, in the face of such a serious disease, their skills were simply not enough.

In the past few days, they had used all of their medical skills to wholeheartedly treat their opponents. Not only was it useless, even they themselves were infected by the plague. Two of them had already entered the coffin, and the one still alive was also on the verge of death.

If not for the fact that Patriarch Jing himself was protected by a few young men, he would not have gotten infected. With his personality, he would have taken the lead long ago and shared the hardships with the villagers.

He Ming sneered, "To put it nicely, it's to find a doctor! To put it bluntly, he wants to take the opportunity to harm us! You know very well in your heart that if you want to enter the city, you must pass through the Heiming Village! If you intentionally send someone who is infected with the plague through my Heiming Village, wouldn't Heiming Village be in for a disaster! So, in order to ensure the safety of my village, how could I let your people pass by my village! There is one thing you are right about. If we don't keep this disease under control, we will be implicated sooner or later. So, in order to prevent trouble in the future, I decided to send all of you on your way, so as to not bring calamity to my Heiming Village! "

"What do you mean?"

Patriarch Jing looked at He Ming in disbelief, and asked.

Although he could guess a little, he still did not believe that He Ming would dare to do so.

"Hur hur, what do I mean?"

He Ming laughed loudly and looked behind him, "You guys tell this old man what I mean!"

The people behind him raised their torches high and shouted together, "Burning village, burning village, burning village!"

Seeing that, the Patriarch Jing was shocked, and subconsciously took a step back.

It turned out that their purpose for carrying the torch was actually to burn down his village.

It meant that the hundred over people from Jingjia Village who were still alive were going to be burned to death here.

How could this be possible!?

He Ming shook his head towards the crowd, expressing his deep satisfaction. He then turned and looked at Patriarch Jing, "Now do you understand what I mean!"

Clan leader, the people of Heiming Village are going too far, we have to fight with them!

Standing behind Patriarch Jing was a young man holding a shovel. He looked like he was about to charge out of the village and fight with his life against the people of Heiming Village.

The remaining few young and strong men also began to smoke. The atmosphere instantly became tense, and a war was about to break out.

"Shut up!"

Patriarch Jing trembled as he turned his head to scare the lads behind him.

The difference in the number of people between the two sides was too great. Moreover, due to the plague, they had not eaten for several days and were worried that the water would be contaminated, so they did not even drink a few mouthfuls.

With their current appearances, how could they be a match for the Heiming Village.

If hundreds of torches came at the same time, they would probably be smashed to death before they could rush out.

Patriarch Jing took a deep breath, his right hand held onto his cane tightly as he glared at He Ming and asked: "Is this your solution?"

A cruel smirk appeared on He Ming's lips as he asked, "Other than this method, does Patriarch Jing have any other method?"

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the heavens by doing this?"

Patriarch Jing did not know what to say to the crane cry.

The person standing in front of him right now was simply a madman!

"Divine retribution?"

He Ming mocked, "Whether it's a natural disaster or human disaster. Right now, the one who is suffering the wrath of the heavens is not me, but you. And your Jingjia Village. "

"You!"

Patriarch Jing's vital energy and blood surged, his old face was completely red, pointing at He Ming, he could not say a word.

Not long after, a mouthful of fresh blood was violently spat out. It splattered on his white beard, and with a flip of his eyes, he fell backwards.

If it wasn't for the support from beside him, he would have long since fallen to the ground.

Shang Zifeng, Shang Ziyu and Yao Shuang saw that the situation was going to develop to the point where there was no other choice. Just as they wanted to stop him, they saw a flash of He Ming's eyes, and he waved his hand towards the sky and ordered: "Splash the oil, light the fire!"

Then, the two hundred men picked up the barrels of burning oil and threw it into the village.

Shang Zifeng and the rest who saw the scene were all shocked, but right at that moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from the horizon: "Stop!"

Soon, a red figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

Her figure was graceful and graceful as she rode the wind. Her red skirt fluttered in the wind. Her elegant black hair danced with the wind, as if she was a beautiful red image in the sky.

Seeing that those people were determined to act recklessly, the woman's beautiful eyes widened. As she landed on the ground, her fingertips brushed against her waist, and the celestial sword flew out of its sheath.

Using the sword technique, the Immortal Sword Qi spread out in all directions, forming a powerful shockwave that swept towards the people of Heiming Village, causing them to retreat a few steps. The oil of fire that was released was also blocked by the sword Qi released by the lady, spattering all over their bodies.

One could imagine, that if there was even a trace of sparks falling at that moment, it would set the land on fire. At that time, all the people from Heiming Village would be buried in the sea of fire, and not a single one would be able to escape.

He Ming's body was nimble. In the nick of time, he managed to avoid the flaming oil that was flying towards him.

He used both of his hands to help her, standing steadily straight, he shouted at the woman: "Where did this stinking girl come from, daring to bother about the matters of our Heiming Village!"

The girl glared at him fiercely and said with disdain: "This young lady is meddling in the world's affairs, not just your village's matters!"

He Ming coldly snorted, "What an arrogant little girl. You think you can act so arrogantly in front of me just because you know how to use the kung fu skills of a three-legged cat? You simply do not know your place!"

As the sound of his voice faded, He Ming's eyes darkened. As he raised his hand, a thick layer of force appeared in the palm of his hand.

Seeing this, the woman was surprised, she did not expect that the small village head, was actually an expert in the True Martial Taichu Stage.

In the middle of Qi Condensation, He Ming's palm wind had already reached his side. The woman's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and instead of retreating, she advanced forward and gripped the sword hilt in her palm. With her beautiful sword technique, she blocked He Ming's palm wind, and very easily turned it into nothingness.

Seeing this, He Ming was secretly speechless. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand and struck at the woman's Death Acupuncture Point!

The woman curled her lips, turned around, and flew away, avoiding his palm strike like a candle in the wind.

Her posture was light and graceful as she floated in the air, as though she was a fairy that had descended from the heavens.

He Ming let out a loud shout and followed suit. He used a powerful and light skill to meet the attack. As long as there was a red figure, He Ming's palm would strike out.

Thus, the two of them went back and forth between each other. In a short moment, they had exchanged dozens of rounds in the sky.

The woman sometimes struck out with her palm, sometimes with her sword, sometimes with her qinggong, sometimes with her Qi, to strike at his vital points.

Her movements were gorgeous, each move and each move was like a long-planned dance, causing people to uncontrollably nod their heads in praise, secretly shocked.

On the other hand, He Ming's attacks were like a fierce tiger. His moves were firm and full of strength. Coupled with his valiant body, the battle between the beauties and the wild beasts began.

Yao Shuang raised her head to look at the two's intense fight, her originally knit brows relaxed, and could not help but silently criticize.

She actually used the Heavenly Dipper Sword Technique, how could she meet the disciple of Yuxu wherever she went.

A woman, and one from the Yuxu Sect at that. Yao Shuang raised her eyebrows slightly, as she already understood in her heart that it was actually her …