The middle-aged woman used a soft whip, and she was also good at long-range attacks, and in such a close combat, she couldn't find something to resist the blood-colored knife shadow. %

Perhaps instinctively, she raised her hand and slammed it towards the blade shadow.

"Brush brush ......!"

Blood splattered, severed fingers flew sideways, and the woman was swallowed by the blood-colored shadow of the knife in the scream.

……

Looking at the corpse lying in the trap, Qin Hao's eyes were indifferent, and then he turned to look at the last remaining old man named Ouyang.

Old man Ouyang had already stopped the bleeding for his broken leg, and at this moment, he was leaning against a tree, staring at Qin Hao who was looking at him, with a calm face on his pale face, and a calm face.

The old man's expression made Qin Hao a little surprised, and at the same time made him vigilant, seeing that old boy was so calm, could there be any powerful tricks? You have to be careful. Thinking of this, he shouted at the thick and strong tree just now, "Little monster." "He asked the little monster to come down to help, two to one, to deal with a person who lost a leg, even if there is any powerful trick, there is a mutual care.

"Tiger Tiger!" The tiger jumped down from the tree with a scream, and at this time it was only the size of a cat.

Seeing the miniature version of the little monster, the calm expression on Old Man Ouyang's face finally showed a look of surprise. No wonder he kicked in the air just now, it turned out that this guy shrunk and ran up to the tree.

It's not that he hasn't seen a spirit beast, but this kind of spirit beast that can change size freely, let alone seen it before, and he has never even heard of it. This is really a rare and rare spirit beast, but unfortunately, it doesn't belong to you. For it, I have to lose my life now. The old man couldn't help but sigh, and his face returned to the calm and indifference he had just now, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Young man, can you tell me one thing before you do it?" Old man Ouyang looked at Qin Hao calmly and asked calmly.

Qin Hao paused, glanced at the old man a few times strangely, and muttered in his heart: This old guy and I don't know each other, what can I tell him? I thought so, but the wish of a dying man still had to be satisfied, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you can say it, but I don't necessarily know what you have to ask." ”

"Last night, on this mountain, did the two elders of black and white die in your hands?" Old man Ouyang asked his own question, and in his heart, he seemed to have vaguely guessed something.

"Black and white two elders, are you talking about a white-haired and white-clothed old man and a black-haired and black-clothed old man." Qin Hao naturally remembered clearly what happened on this mountain last night.

"Yes, that's them." The old man shuddered, "They, really, really killed you?" "Since Qin Hao can describe the appearance of the two old men in black and white, then he can be sure that Qin Hao saw the two old men last night, and it is very likely that it was Qin Hao who killed them as he guessed in his heart.

Sure enough, Qin Hao gave him a positive answer, "Yes, I killed them." ”

After Old Man Ouyang got this affirmative answer, he proved the guess in his heart, and he also guessed that the death of the two elders in black and white might be the same as them, related to the spirit beast in front of him. They didn't expect that this spirit beast already had an owner, in fact, even if they knew, when they saw such a rare spirit beast, they would be desperate to grab it, they couldn't control their greed and hope. How many people have been killed by greed over the years,

At the last moment of life and death, the old man Ouyang realized a little, it is not his own after all, it is not his own, and the price of forcing is to pay for his own life, compared with life, what are those things, the most precious thing is life.

It's a pity that it's too late for him to understand this now.

"Hahaha, even the two elders of black and white died in your hands, and my old man died in your hands." Old man Ouyang actually let out a laugh, laughing very calmly, as if he had seen through life and death and his life in an instant.

Qin Hao looked at this old guy, his head was wrinkled, there was something wrong with this old man, Nima, and he felt that his nerves were abnormal.

"Actually, I killed them, just a fluke." Qin Hao waited for him to finish laughing, and replied very pertinently.

"Fluke? No. The old man shook his head, "Is it a fluke once, twice, three times or a fluke?" Counting the two elders of black and white, plus the two just now, and maybe one of me, you have killed our five masters of the spirit realm in total, and the two elders of black and white are masters of the middle stage of the spirit realm. If it's just a fluke, can you do it? ”

"Uh......?" Qin Hao really didn't expect that the two old men in black and white last night were in a group with these people, no wonder they all thought about subduing the little monster, Du Nima and a group of greedy people.

"There is no eternal luck in the world, and luck sometimes has to be built on the basis of strength." Old man Ouyang raised his head, and instead of looking at Qin Hao, he looked at the deep night sky above the woods, he seemed to be talking to Qin Hao, more like muttering to himself, "If you don't have the strength, you may not be able to cut off my leg with my kick just now." Your speed is as fast as lightning, and your sword skills are strange and subtle, with a blood-devouring domineering aura. These two points are very few of us in our Semi-Ancient Martial Sect. ”

Old man Ouyang was right, Qin Hao's speed came from the Cloud Trace Phantom, and the Cloud Trace Phantom came from the Martial Artist Continent Lingwu Continent, and its subtlety was not comparable to the martial arts of this world.

His Red Blood Sword Technique came from the real Ancient Martial World, and it belonged to the stunt of the Ancient Martial Arts' peak powerhouse God Realm master, how could a martial artist from the outside world compete with it. That's only half the power of this knife technique.

And his weapon, the Red Blood Knife, is a real famous sword in the ancient martial arts world, and who can compete with the weapons of the outside world.

These add up to Qin Hao's strength conditions for killing Spirit Realm masters.

Old man Ouyang didn't know this, so he could only sigh deeply, "The afterlife is terrifying." With such accomplishments at your age, young man, I don't know what you'll be like in the future. I believe that one day you will stand on the top of the warrior and look down on the Cangshan Mountain and look down on the sky. At that time, please remember that there was once a person who was lucky enough to die under your sword, and his name was Ouyang Yan. When he said the name at the back, he accentuated his tone, as if he was worried that Qin Hao would not be able to remember the name "Ouyang Yan".

Qin Hao looked at Ouyang Yan strangely, Nima, this guy was just cut off his leg, and Lao Tzu didn't hit his head, why is his head thinking so abnormal.

"I mean, aren't you going to resist?" When Qin Hao asked this sentence, he wondered if this old guy was playing some conspiracy, pretending that he would not resist, and suddenly gave himself a look when he relaxed his vigilance.

Ouyang Yan sighed, shook his head, and said, "With the way I am now, even if I resist, you have a hundred ways to kill me, why bother so much, do it." As he spoke, he simply closed his eyes.

Qin Hao didn't make a move, he stared at the old man's expression, trying to see if this guy was playing any scheming and conspiracy, but after watching it for a long time, he only saw sadness, decadence, and helplessness to let others slaughter him from the old man's face. He had lost all his fighting spirit, and his faith was lost the moment his companion died, the moment his leg was cut off, and the moment he saw the mob rushing down.

Qin Hao looked at the old man's decadent appearance, and suddenly lost interest in doing it. He shook his head, turned around and scavenged the resources on the two people he had just killed, and took away their weapons as well, of course, the old man's ghost-headed broadsword would not be spared.

After receiving the things, he greeted the little monster, left the old man who was still there with his eyes closed and waiting for death, and left towards the bottom of the mountain.

Old man Ouyang heard Qin Hao's footsteps gradually moving away, and hurriedly opened his eyes, and really saw Qin Hao's departing back, he didn't kill himself.

Ouyang Yan was so excited that he burst into tears, as if he had been given a new life, and when he was excited, his heart was full of doubts, and he asked loudly towards Qin Hao's back, "Why didn't you kill me?" ”

"People who have no fighting spirit, you don't deserve to die in the hands of Lao Tzu!" This was Qin Hao's answer, and the voice echoed in the dark night woods for a long time, swirling around Ouyang Yan's ears.

He was stunned, looking at the young figure who had disappeared into the darkness, and muttered to himself: "Fighting spirit, how can fighting spirit be more precious than life." At this moment, he had realized that life was the first thing in comparison. This state of mind may no longer be suitable for surviving in the martial arts world, let alone returning to the Golden Martial Arts. Anyway, from now on, he lived in seclusion in the city and became an idle person, and Ouyang Yan was erased from the world of warriors.

He staggered to his feet, picked up a stick from the ground, and limped into the darkness of the woods.

Not long after Ouyang Yan left, Jin Yang personally came with the support of a group of masters from the Jin Martial Sect, followed by Shi Bingying.

When they arrived here, all they saw were the corpses of their own people, and a broken leg of Ouyang Yan, but Ouyang Yan himself had disappeared.

Jin Yang was furious when he saw this scene, could it be that this is the place of death of Jin Wumen, two masters died here just last night, and now two are dead and one is missing.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jin Yang roared and asked the people around him, and the people around him were silent one by one. Nima, aren't we just here, who knows what's going on?

"Find, find me in the dead, you must find Ouyang Yan, I don't believe they are all dead." Jin Yang continued to roar and order, and a group of people had no choice but to sleep well in the middle of the night, looking for people in the mountains and forests.

When others were looking for someone, Shi Bingying was also looking for someone.

The reason why she insisted on coming with her was because this night, from the roar that Qin Hao made when he jumped out of the hospital, to the screams from the top of the mountain, she had a sense, and she seemed to have a vague sense of something.

After arriving here, the familiar aura also made her feel excited, so she searched around, searching for the familiar aura.