No matter how long the night was, it was also short for Wu Hanjiang, because he had a lot to do. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was impossible to tell whether it was the fog or the poisonous night, he had walked far, far away, and the road was still in front of him, but he stopped, because there was another murderous aura in front of him.

More than a dozen masked men in fancy tights held steel knives in front of Wuhanjiang.

Their fierce gaze suddenly stared at Wu Hanjiang like a knife, but Wu Hanjiang didn't seem to see them, he kept looking down at a pitch-black iron sword in his arms, and his gaze suddenly softened as soon as he stared at his iron sword.

"Boss, it seems that it is difficult to deal with", a bespoke man hesitated.

"What are you afraid of, the leader will come in a while, and I don't believe he can kill us all."

"Look at the ...... on him", it was almost dawn, Wu Hanjiang's body was already stained red with blood, and his clothes seemed to roll out of the blood water.

"Didn't the more than five hundred brothers in front of him stop him?", a masked man in front of him said tremblingly, his voice trembling a little.

"It's a pity that they're all dead", Wu Hanjiang raised his head coldly, he raised his head and glanced behind him first.

Behind him was a horse, and at all sat a handsome, dignified-looking girl, whose clothes were clean and white, as if there was not a speck of dust.

Looking behind him, there was only one horse's hoof print along the way, and the hoof print was dotted with blood, and the blood had covered the road.

It can be said that it has not been easy for Wu Hanjiang to come all the way, and his knife has never been stained with so much blood and taken so many lives like tonight.

The girl on the horse trembled slightly, she faintly felt that Wu Hanjiang was facing another bloody battle, but she could only stay on the horse honestly, no matter what kind of danger Wu Hanjiang faced, she couldn't help at all, because she was blind.

Xiaohong already regretted following him out, regretting why she didn't listen to him and insisted on coming out, at this time she just wished that she wouldn't cause him any trouble.

"Don't be afraid, we're the best of the best, and ......."

"Besides, the leader is almost there," they were suddenly emboldened, and the ferocity in their eyes became a little heavier.

Wu Hanjiang sighed helplessly, "I really don't understand, why do you want to die so much", his sword was pulled out in an instant.

The dozens of steel knives in front of them also slashed towards Wuhanjiang at the same time, and they all used all their strength, because they didn't want to die, and if they didn't want to be killed by others, they had to kill others first.

Their sword skills are all very fast, but in the eyes of Wu Hanjiang, they are still slow.

Even if it was a fraction of a second slower, there was a price to pay, each of them was stabbed in the wrist, this knife was enough to make them lose their fighting spirit, and now the knife had fallen to the ground, and more than a dozen steel knives with cold light fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Wu Hanjiang's pitch-black iron sword returned to its sheath at some point, and his person seemed to be very tired, half-squinting, and said in a low voice: "I'm tired now, I'm too lazy to kill you."

Everyone was surprised, a breeze suddenly blew in the desolate night, the breeze seemed to carry warmth, that bloodthirsty and murderous peerless swordsman even had a time when he didn't kill, his sword has never returned, and he saw blood seal his throat.

At this moment, although the wrists of more than a dozen colored masked people on the ground were broken, their faces suddenly became happy, and they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wu Hanjiang a few times, Wu Hanjiang said coldly: "Go ahead."

"Thank you Wu Daxia for not killing", they covered their wrists, but their faces were full of joy, they all knew that they were slow, even if they were slow by a fraction of a second, it was the distance between life and death, and now they are all alive, Wu Hanjiang did not hurt the killer, how merciful is this.

Wu Hanjiang waited for them to go far away, then slowly turned around and walked behind, he came to the horse, and said softly: "Did it scare you?"

Xiaohong smiled and shook her head, it wasn't until she married Wu Hanjiang that she realized that this man was so considerate and so good at taking care of people.

Xiaohong's face was calm and happy, and she smiled indifferently: "You didn't kill them?"

Wu Hanjiang led the horse and said softly: "No, I have killed too much along the way."

He had not taken two steps leading the horse, when he suddenly stopped, and slowly took a few steps back, separating Xiaohong a long distance, Xiaohong sat on the horse, his peaceful and beautiful face suddenly became nervous, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

One of Wu Hanjiang's hands gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and every muscle in his body was tensed.

The sky finally dawned, and a point of light full of energy in the east slowly rose, and the sunlight shone on the vast and desolate thousand-year-old road.

At the same time, it was sprinkled on them, and although the swordsman Yama's body was also sprinkled with sunlight, his dark tights still seemed to have come out of a very dark place.

He walked over slowly, holding more than a dozen heads in his hands, Wu Hanjiang's eyelids jumped, he found that these dozen heads were very familiar, before he could speak, Chen Yan laughed loudly, he smiled and said: "Wu Hanjiang, Wu Hanjiang, I really don't know you more and more, you said that your knife can still kill."

Wu Hanjiang bowed his head and was silent, silently clenching the pitch-black iron sword in his hand.

Chen Yan's words obviously continued, and he said leisurely: "I gave these people to you to kill, but you let them all go, what do you want to do?" As he spoke, he suddenly threw out more than a dozen heads, and those bloody and blurred heads rolled on the ground like leather balls, but Wu Hanjiang still recognized them at a glance, those were the group of colorful masked people he had just let go.

He saw that these heads were thrown away like garbage by Chen Yan, and a violent aura surged into his heart, and his pitch-black iron sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

Chen Yan's pair of golden claws also showed up, and he smiled strangely: "Look, the hand that was cut off last time is back, and this time I changed it to a pure gold one."

Wu Hanjiang said coldly: "So what, the damned still have to die."

With a "bang", sparks splashed everywhere, and the pitch-black iron sword of Wuhanjiang and Chen Yan's golden claws collided together.

Chen Yan's body suddenly retreated backwards, but Wu Hanjiang did not move.

A strange brilliance suddenly flashed in Chen Yan's bat-like eyes, and he laughed darkly: "Good boy, it seems that you have made a lot of progress."

Wu Hanjiang said: "I haven't changed much, but you forgot to take drugs."

Chen Yan's face changed slightly, and he suddenly grinned, laughing weirdly and wildly.

He straightened his waist suddenly, and sneered: "Since you also know, then I can't let you live anymore", a light purple liquid suddenly flowed from between his fingers, and Wu Hanjiang looked at it carefully.

Chen Yan suddenly said: "To tell you honestly, this medicine can instantly increase my skill by more than ten times, let alone you, even if the martial arts supreme comes, I am not afraid."