There was no more blood gushing out of the young man's body, and the wound on his chest was shocking, and the large white blood stains scattered around him were shining with white light. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, his legs were weak, he couldn't stand anymore, and knelt down in front of him. His eyes looked around aimlessly, and the tables and chairs in the room had already overturned, and it was a mess. He was afraid to see the young man who fell to the ground, but unconsciously his eyes still saw him, looking at his gray face, and there was only one thought in his heart: "I killed him." I, how could I kill him? He saved me, but I couldn't save him, what is the difference between killing him?" In his life, not to mention killing people, he has never even seen a chicken, but at this critical juncture, he can't save the people who are kind to him, and his whole body is weak for a while, and he can't even stand up.

I don't know how long it took, someone suddenly asked, "Did you kill him?" Han Yiming was originally confused, but this voice was heard clearly, and it seemed to be close to him. Slowly raised his head, and not far from him, there was a person standing.

The man was dressed in a green robe, with a long beard under his chin, and looked him up and down. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, lowered his head, sighed and said, "I." But I couldn't spit out a single word. He wanted to say, "I couldn't save him." But only one word "I" was spoken, and the next few words were choked in my throat. The man looked at him for a moment, then slowly approached, but stopped three feet away from them and looked at the young man's body a few more times.

He glanced at him a few times, and then asked, "You killed him?" Han Yiming looked at him blankly, but saw that his face was full of disappointment that he couldn't hide. Han Yiming silently lowered his head and looked at the young man's face, his originally radiant face now looked lifeless. Suddenly, a ray of cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and when he raised his head, he saw that the green-robed man was holding a long sword, slowly approaching, he took two steps forward, but stopped again, and looked at the young man.

The green-robed man was eager to try but very vigilant, wanting to get closer, but he seemed to be a little afraid to do so. Han Yiming saw him looking at the young man with both eyes, his expression was eager and hesitant, and his heart was also alert. The green-robed man stopped in place and took two steps closer. Suddenly, another voice said, "Brother Jingxuan, why bother so much, let me come." Han Yiming raised his head, only to see that there were already a few people around him, they didn't know when they came, although they stood farther away, they surrounded them in the center.

The person who spoke was full of pockmarks, but his eyes were dripping, looking at the young man, and then at Han Yiming, and finally his eyes stayed on the green-robed man who was called "Jingxuan". Jing Xuan said: "Brother Smallpox Dao, why are you in such a hurry? Okay, let you come." Here you come. Han Yiming saw that the man's face was full of marijuana, and said in his heart: "No wonder it's called smallpox." Isn't this a pock left by smallpox? Smallpox said, "I'll come, I'll come." But he did not dare to come near, and stood still at a distance. The right hand is raised to the chest, the two fingers in the middle of the food point to the sky, the other three fingers are interlocked, and a few words are recited in the mouth. Han Yiming only saw his mouth move, but he couldn't hear the sound, and then he wrapped his right hand in front of him and pointed at Han Yiming.

With this finger, a bright light rose behind him, and Han Yiming could see it clearly, it was also a sword. The sword flew into the air, and suddenly turned into countless small swords, flying towards this direction quickly. In the blink of an eye, Han Yiming was shocked, but he couldn't move, seeing more than a dozen small swords poking into his chest.

Han Yiming opened his mouth and stammered, his chest was already hot, and the little sword was numb and hot when he didn't enter his chest, but it was fleeting, and there was no other feeling, and there was no scar. But he was still so shocked that his heart "fluttered", and when he calmed down, he saw that countless small swords continued to sink into the young man's body, and it was as dense as rain, endlessly. The young man came to his aid many times, and he was grateful, but when he saw the young man's body being treated like this, he was angry, and shouted, "You, what are you doing? Stop!" He saw that the smallpox Taoist was not good-looking, but he didn't expect this pock-faced Taoist to be so fast and ruthless.

The smallpox Taoist glanced at him and said, "What are you afraid of? The Demon Slaying Sword only kills demons and does not hurt people." Han Yiming said angrily, "If you hurt me, I don't care about you, but how can you treat ...... like this" Speaking of this, the word "he" couldn't be said. The smallpox Daoist ignored him, and after a while, he saw a layer of mist rising from the young man's body, and Han Yiming was happy in his heart, only to think that he was alive again. But I saw a long sword flying from the young man's body, and with a "swish", it sank into the back of the smallpox Daoist. The smallpox Taoist sighed: "Alas, he is indeed dead. ”

I heard that several people around me were shocked: "Ah? Really?" and someone said, "Why are you dead? Someone said: "Hurry up, hurry up, I didn't catch up in the end." Han Yiming's ears were full of sighs, very puzzled, if they were very sorry for this young man, the flower people should not have been so ruthless that day. But he also sighed for a long time in it, and he also looked sorry. The more Han Yiming looked at it, the more nonsense he felt in his heart, and he really didn't understand whether these people were the boy's friends or the boy's enemies.

After a while, I heard someone say again: "Good thing, good thing, it's better for him to die, it's better to die." After all, he is dead. Han Yiming was furious, and he wanted to scold them for being cold and vicious, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't scold a word. The men gathered around, looked at the boy and then at him.

They looked at it for a while, and they all asked at the same time: "Did you kill him?" Han Yiming said: "I ......" The following words couldn't be said. Suddenly, someone said, "Hey, what is this?" Han Yiming looked at him, only to see him looking at his hands in a daze, his face full of doubts. When I looked down, I was also surprised.

At this time, the sky had risen, and Han Yiming could see it clearly, holding a wooden sword in his hand. He clearly remembered that when the young man handed it to him, it was a short sword, and it was very heavy in his hand, and the blade of the sword shimmered like frost. At this time, it was a wooden sword, the wood grain was clear, and it was not as heavy as before in the hand. The man did not speak, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he snatched the wooden sword from his hand and took it in his hand to examine it carefully. Everyone gathered around and looked at the wooden sword carefully, some shaking their heads, some nodding. Finally, the man turned around and asked, "Where did you get this wooden sword?"

As soon as he opened his mouth to ask, everyone turned back to Han Yiming, and Han Yiming suddenly remembered that the young man had entrusted this sword to him, and told himself that he must not hand over this sword to others. Then he stretched out his hand to the man and said, "Give me back the dagger." The man said, "If you tell us who killed him, I will give you back my dagger." ”