"Get out! Lao Tzu's nickname is also asked by your group of spicy chickens? All for Lao Tzu to lie on the ground, wash his neck, and wait! Hahaha! ”

Ye Xiuwen laughed, it was simply that there was no compulsion to win here, Ye Xiuwen's compulsion was red again!

"Nima?"

Thirteen knives have seen pretending to be forced, but they have never seen it, so good at pretending to be forced, if you don't say a word, this will force people to death?

"Damn, don't care who he is, cut him down first!"

Ye Xiuwen's forcible pretense made the thirteen knives angry, and he couldn't wait to bite Ye Xiuwen to death! And those swordsmen are even more enemies, they have more than 600 people!

"That's right! Kill him, let him pretend! ”

"Kill him and avenge his dead brother!"

"Kill!"

Shi Cai's scene seemed to be repeated again, and one by one the swordsmen rushed towards Ye Xiuwen like crazy demons.

This is the swordsman, not only kills people like hemp, but also has long put life and death out of the way!

"Poof!"

The head fell to the ground, and the fierce swordsman slashed at him, but the result was not as fast as Ye Xiuwen's sword, just passing by, his head fell off.

The machete in his hand was still waving, and the cavity that had lost his head was still spurting blood.

But perhaps, he doesn't know that he is dead, or maybe this is the continuation of the human soul, and he is still waving, and the sharp blade in his hand has been killing far away!

At this moment, the whole scene is terrifying. But those swordsmen didn't care at all, because they killed too many people, whether it was the elderly, children, or even women, they had killed them all.

They only have money in their eyes, and they have long since lost their humanity, or faith.

All they know is that if they don't kill people, they will have no money and they will starve to death!

But these humble souls don't want to die, and they want to be that kind of top-notch swordsman.

This is a kind of yearning!

Because I don't know when this has become, the only reason for all swordsmen to live: to kill, to become a top swordsman, and then to kill more powerful people, to become a top swordsman!

This humble idea seems ridiculous, but in this great northwest, a culture has been formed that only a swordsman can understand!

Kill enemies and even friends in front of you! And if you can't kill him, or her, then kill yourself!

"Poof! Burst! ”

Ye Xiuwen fulfilled them, presented these soulless shells, and once again embarked on the path of death.

This is also the culture of swordsmen, and many swordsmen believe that there will be such a road, which is where they should go after death.

It was a gray avenue that only swordsmen could walk, and where they were, with blades in hand, continue to fight until they became truly top-notch swordsmen!

And if they still have any faith, then this gray trajectory is their faith!

"Poof! Burst! ”

The crazy slashing is still going on, and it's still being staged, even if even Ye Xiuwen is a little numb!

A person is shaking in front of you, and you only need to find the gap between them, and then draw your sword, and there will be one, or even a dozen heads, falling!

The head fell, the red blood, and the long sword that had been brought up by the fight spurted out like splashing ink.

That kind of splash is disgusting, and even the eyes are already red!

"Humph!"

In vain, a cold nasal voice crossed Ye Xiuwen's mind, and more than two dozen swordsmen were forcibly separated, and a vigorous figure instantly fell in front of him.

It was a swordsman in the early stage of the Qi Change, and he was supposed to be a figure at the level of deputy chief helmsman.

On the gloomy face, a hideous scar was scratched! The scar was horizontal, cutting across the bridge of his nose and less than half an inch below his eye!

This knife is very dangerous, and Ye Xiuwen can see it very clearly.

Because in the next moment, the long sword in Ye Xiuwen's hand had already penetrated the other party's body, and the distance between the two of them was only less than three inches.

But I don't want this guy, it's just too fierce, even after the heart was pierced, he still swung the knife and slashed at Ye Xiuwen's chest.

The muscles of the wound caught Ye Xiuwen's snow tracing long sword, Ye Xiuwen wanted to draw the sword, but he was blocked!

At this moment, Ye Xiuwen understood that the swordsman on the opposite side had already made up his mind to die when he made the knife and used this desperate move!

This is a ruthless man, Ye Xiuwen finally saw it, but he disdained it.

Because people who are strong and ruthless will not end well in the end, but they are the kind of people who judge the situation and live a longer life!

"Humph!"

Ye Xiuwen showed a cruel smile slightly, his body retreated, the long sword stirred, and directly opened a big hole in the chest of the swordsman, and drew his long sword.

"Poof! You're going to die,"

When he was dying, the swordsman left a word, and he was right.

Because at this moment, he will be far more than the only one who will slash and kill Ye Xiuwen, and he has already bought time by using the muscles of the wound to clamp Ye Xiuwen's long sword.

More than a dozen swordsmen attacked from behind Ye Xiuwen, and with that ruthlessness, anyone could see that they wanted Ye Xiuwen's life.

At this moment, the whole picture is still, reliving the moment when Ye Xiuwen's group of enemies is raging!

Ye Xiuwen pulled out his sword, and the swordsman in the early stage of Qi cultivation slowly fell!

His body tilted, and he was stomped hard by the knife man behind him, and he was trampled under his feet.

There were more than two dozen people, jumped over, made a big movement, and raised the machete in their hands!

They grew their mouths, as if they were about to shout, but at this moment time froze, because Ye Xiuwen reacted.

Shi Cai, in order to draw his sword smoothly, his body leaned back slightly, and at this moment, the swordsman behind him arrived.

There were also more than 20 of them, wielding machetes one by one, and they seemed to be closer to Ye Xiuwen than the swordsman in front of them, and the blades were no more than three feet away from the top of Ye Xiuwen's head!

At this time, Ye Xiuwen fell into passivity, he only had a sword in his hand, and this sword, whether he used it to resist the swordsman in front of him or the swordsman behind him, there was undoubtedly only a dead end!

"Humph!"

The swordsmen all showed a sneer, speeding up the fall of the machete in their hands! And immediately after, there was a sound, the sound of a sharp blade penetrating the body.

That kind of sound is creepy, like a sharp blade, tearing wantonly, rags, ruined leather,