The middle-aged man ran all the way, and after confirming that Xu An did not catch up, he did not relax in the slightest, his nerves were tense to the extreme, he knew very well that Xu An would not let himself go so easily, he only hoped that the person could delay for a while as much as possible.

In fact, if he chose to let Xu An go when Xu An appeared, Xu An would not do anything to him, because Xu An is not thirsty for killing. The words Xu An said to him were not all lies, it was indeed not easy for the country to produce a strong man in the late stage of the spirit, Xu An might include him in the military camp to serve the country, but he would not kill him easily.

But he knew that Xu An was Queen Hui'an, and he didn't believe that he had done such a thing, Xu An would let him go, threatening the prince, such a crime, even Lin Ying didn't dare to let people know, how could he believe that King Hui'an would not kill him?

So no matter how worried he was, he didn't dare to let Ah Li go first. Some people say that trust is a bridge between people, it may be a little ironic to say, the same he didn't lie, he really didn't dare to kill Ah Li, he thought that Xu An let Ah Li go first to kill himself, but Xu An didn't believe that he could let Ah Li go after he left.

In fact, Xu An still believed that he didn't dare to kill Ah Li, but he wouldn't gamble, because he didn't need to gamble, as long as he was in Ah Li, there would be no danger. For the middle-aged man, whether to let go of Ah Li is an opportunity given to him by Xu An, but unfortunately he didn't take advantage of it, Xu An can not believe him, but he can only choose to believe Xu An.

He did not walk on a wide road, but in the woods, in which the horses were not good at running, and it was easier to hide their figures.

Suddenly, he stopped, cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, collected to the chin and began to slide down, a drop of sweat fell on the yellow and black fallen leaves in front of him, like a drop of water moistened the land under his feet, it was really a little stingy, the sound of sweat dripping was clearly audible, and the middle-aged man swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

There is a wind in the woods, the wind comes from the front, with the middle-aged man as the center, with the fallen leaves under his feet as the medium, the fallen leaves are blown by the cold wind, and keep blowing on the middle-aged man's face, the sweat on the face is gradually dried, and after the air drying, there is a trace of weird cold, the middle-aged man clenched the dagger in his right hand, and his knees are slightly bent to prepare for this sudden situation.

A withered yellow leaf gently brushed the middle-aged man's not very handsome face, the cold wind did not hurt, what was missing was only the medium, and the fallen leaves were even more murderous, what was lacking was only the wind.

In this wood, the yellowish and harmless fallen leaves are covered with the help of the cold wind unique to winter.

There are only two people in this bureau, one person kills, and one person only needs to die, not a life and death bureau, there is life and death in the life and death bureau, but this bureau is telling the middle-aged man: You can only die!

Only with a full and overflowing killing intent can it be set up into such a terrifying killing game, and only a powerful and unrivaled master can cultivate such a confident character.

If you have seen the strong, you will no longer sympathize with the weak.

The middle-aged man touched his cheek, looked down to see that there was already blood, and he frowned and stared carefully at the position in front of him.

A white figure slowly walked from the cold wind.

The wind rises and the wind does not stop.

The leaves fly and the leaves dance, and the leaves never fall.

Killing is full and killing is overflowing, and the killing never stops.

People come and go, and people come and go.

The white figure walked step by step, never taking half a step back, like a white god of death in this wood, and those flying leaves were like the most loyal imp of this god of death.

This white figure is naturally Chang Geng, he and Xu An are acting at the same time, when he came out of Wanqiu City, he hurriedly followed the footprints and hurried back, in fact, he had already arrived at the location of the cave, but he was afraid that the middle-aged man would lose control of his emotions so he never appeared, and only after Ah Li was successfully rescued did he follow the middle-aged man to come here in advance to lay down this killing situation.

He had seen Lin Pinggui's shot at the border of Beichang that there was no return, that shot came very confidently, they had no other choice in front of that shot, that shot told everyone in the field a very arrogant but factual truth, if I want, you can only die!

Now he himself is also quite confident in this killing game in this grove, and he is also using this game to tell the middle-aged man in front of him, if I want to, you can only die, even if I don't want to, you have to die, there is only death in the killing game, I am responsible for killing, you are responsible for death! There is no other choice, this is my game, you can only choose to accept entering the game, and then die, even if you are a strong person in the late stage of the spirit. This is the self-confidence of Chang Chang!

The smile has never been hidden, the footsteps have never stopped, the killing intent has not decreased, the long white clothes move with the wind, the fallen leaves hovering and flying have never approached the slightest, this handsome man with a smile on weekdays suddenly turned into the most eerie white death in this forest when the people around him were hurt, only for the middle-aged man to stab the knife, when the knife stabbed Ah Li's shoulder, the middle-aged man's end seemed to be doomed.

The middle-aged man's mood almost collapsed, and he rushed forward desperately with a dagger in his hand, wielding a dagger to pierce the killing.

But the killing game is the killing game, only the killing game will be broken, the dead leaves cut through the thick cotton jacket on the middle-aged man's body like a dead soldier, and the cotton wool inside flew out with the wind, cutting through the layer of clothing that was close to the skin, leaving a shallow cut on the body, and the blood seeped out, increasing the weight of the cotton wool on the cotton jacket.

Cotton wool weight gain slowly fell to the ground, but the middle-aged man's movements did not slow down the slightest, he knew that he could only break the game by killing Chang Geng, and he didn t care about the wounds on his body, his goal was Chang Geng.

The dagger easily cut through a dead leaf, stained with a trace of blood, it was his own blood, the middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he looked down at the wound on his body to understand the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't really turn a blind eye, although the wound was small but still existed.

The dagger can only temporarily change its target, and that dagger contains the terrifying spiritual power of the powerhouse in the late stage of the spirit formation, even if it is heavy armor, it will be easily pierced. The dagger kept waving in the air, drawing an invisible protective wire mesh around the middle-aged man's body, and the fallen leaves were instantly shattered when they touched the invisible wire net, turning into debris and falling to the ground from the cracks in the wire mesh, and could no longer float up.

Chang took a step forward, followed by the second step, his speed became faster and faster, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and a shining six-pointed star pattern instantly appeared on the fist, and the terrifying strength of the seven knots was undoubtedly revealed.

Chang Geng's heavy fist blasted towards the invisible wire net, and the middle-aged man was hit and flew backwards, knocking down on a big tree, and suddenly felt his blood surging, coughed heavily and slowly stood up, and continued to resist the fallen leaves that floated towards him.

Chang Geng looked at his right fist and frowned slightly, there were countless cuts on his fist, and blood had begun to slowly ooze out, but he didn't hesitate, and caught up with the middle-aged man and punched him head-on! The six-pointed star pattern was shattered, and Chang Geng's fist was also dripping with blood.

The middle-aged man's injuries worsened, leaning on the big tree and panting hard, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood and slowly supporting the tree to stand up, he suffered not only internal injuries, the clothes on his body had been cut by those fallen leaves, and the ground was full of blood-stained cotton wool, all of which were small wounds, but those small wounds were connected together and were bloody and fleshy.

The middle-aged man no longer resisted the falling leaves, he knew that he had to kill the elder first.

The middle-aged man raised his dagger and threw it at Changgen, like a poisonous snake with bright teeth, easily piercing the dead leaves in front of him, leaving a straight line, Chang Geng's body jumped back, and at the same time he made a bending motion to the back to easily dodge this attack, but what Chang Geng saw above him was no longer the sky, not a bare tree, but a bloody leg, which slashed from top to bottom.

Chang Geng put his arms in front of his chest and met this attack, Chang Geng's legs couldn't hold his body steady by this attack, and he fell heavily to the ground, and the dead leaves on the ground were instantly shaken away, and Chang Geng lay on the ground and raised his right foot and kicked hard at the middle-aged man's thigh.

The middle-aged man then took two steps back, stabilized his body with a little force on his right foot, and then rushed forward to aim at Changgen and slashed his leg again, Changgen rolled sideways to avoid this attack, and then took advantage of the momentum to stand up.

From the beginning of the long layout, to now develop into hand-to-hand combat, the time that has passed is not long, the injury on the middle-aged man's body is far heavier than the long one, but he can't stop, stopping is death, although he doesn't stop, he may not be able to live.

The middle-aged man pulled the dagger from the tree and turned around and stabbed at Changgen.

Chang Geng rushed forward to meet the dagger, and when the dagger was about to stab him, his body flashed sideways, the dagger grazed his chest, his left hand reached forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and his right hand punched forward hard, this punch, hit!

The middle-aged man immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and did not fall backwards after receiving this punch, because Changgen grabbed his arm, Changgen naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and did not close the fist, the fist still hit the middle-aged man's body, Changgen grabbed the middle-aged man's arm with his left hand, and pushed the middle-aged man forward with his right fist.

The middle-aged man felt as if his internal organs were about to be squeezed out, and then he was pushed to the top of a thick tree, and the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly dilated, and the dagger in his hand immediately slid to the ground.

Changgen slowly withdrew his hands, watched the middle-aged man fall to the ground, gasped, picked up the dagger and stabbed him again, and then sat down with some relief.

At this moment, the wind is calm, the leaves are falling, the killing stops, and the people return.

(End of Volume 1)