The woodcutter had a gloomy face, pointed to Shi Wuwei's firewood knife, and stood motionless in the air.

He looked coldly into Shi Wuwei's eyes and said sharply.

"Pull out your sword and let me see how powerful it is!"

As soon as these words came out, I heard the sound of a sword unsheathed in the field.

The blazing black flames had long covered the blade of the Mo Mei Sword.

The depression in his heart caused him to slash at his opponent with all his strength without reservation.

The sound of the sword, buzzing.

The black shadow of the sword pierced the sky.

However, in the face of the menacing sword, the corners of the woodcutter's mouth were raised.

It seems that such a sword can't get into his eyes at all.

He just casually lifted the hatchet knife in his hand with a notched blade.

Just as the black sword was about to slash into his body, the wood knife had already fallen from above.

A loud bang of "boom~" sounded.

The moment the swords intersect, the winner is already decided.

The huge force on the firewood knife, the moment it came into contact with the black sword, Shi Wuwei's right hand holding the sword made a 'click' sound.

The wrist has been dislocated.

With his left hand on his right wrist, he was looking up at the other party viciously in a half-crouched position.

He knew he wasn't the other side's opponent.

And his sword is not issued for himself.

It was for the three innocent men at their feet.

Because he can't sit idly by, he has to do something, even if he knows that he can't fight the other party, he has to take action.

He just wanted to let his heart get a little relief.

When the woodcutter saw that Shi Wuwei still dared to look at him, his heart was full of murderous thoughts, and he did not hesitate to lift the firewood knife in his hand again and slash towards Shi Wuwei's head.

But at this moment, the long-bearded old Hu beside him did not change his face, and slowly said two words.

"Wait~".

As soon as the words fell, the blade of the firewood knife stopped in front of Shi Wuwei's eyes, and did not continue to cut.

The woodcutter turned his face sideways and said coldly.

"What does it have to do with you?".

The long-bearded old man didn't pay attention to the woodcutter's eyes, and just said calmly.

"He's the one brought by the princess, so Master Li should put away the knife."

After hearing this, the woodcutter turned his head again and glanced at Shi Wuwei fiercely.

He didn't continue to slash the knife.

Because he had already noticed that a man on the low hill was looking down at him coldly.

But the anger in his heart has nowhere to vent.

So, as soon as he turned around, he slashed at the clearing behind him, which was originally a forest.

The firewood knife in his hand is actually only the length of an ordinary person's forearm.

But the knife he slashed out carried the force of shaking the earth and mountains, and along a long straight line, it overturned all the land along the way.

The roaring sound of "boom boom~~~" kept ringing.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the dirt on the ground was all scattered and surging in all directions, avoiding it.

Until a long time later, until the roar ceases to sound.

In front of everyone's eyes, a huge ravine about 100 steps long and as deep as a zhang appeared.

The woodcutter retrieved the knife and hung it casually around his waist.

Then, without warning, he reached back, grabbed Shi Wuwei's collar, and lifted it hard.

Suddenly, a whirlwind feeling poured into my mind.

Shi Wuwei only felt that he was like a lonely boat in the angry waves, at the mercy of others.

A moment later, when he slammed to the ground, he realized that he had been thrown into the ravine that had been cut by the sword qi.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up with his left hand against the wall beside him.

In fact, this ravine was cut very deep, almost close to the height of two adult people.

However, as he leaned against the wall of the earthen wall and was about to stand up straight, he felt three tingling sensations coming from his palm.

He turned his face sideways, withdrew his hand, and looked at the wall of the earthen wall.

On the moonlit wall, three sharp white dots appeared.

Confused, he stretched out his hand and wiped the dirt from the white dots.

However, when the loose earth had fallen, and when the shocking thing behind the white dot appeared in front of him, he saw a violent trembling and his steps retreating again and again, until he leaned against the earthen wall on the other side.

There was one of the strongest uneasiness in my life.

Immediately after, this ominous premonition made him jerk away from the wall against which he was leaning.

He turned and stared at the earthen wall he was leaning on.

The bright moonlight sprinkled in this long ravine.

He saw a skull, and he saw two circular holes in the skull, staring straight at him.

His heart was full of sorrow.

The back of the three white dots that he had just touched was actually an eerie palm.

Rather, it's not really a palm.

Because of this palm, there are no skin muscles, only gray-white bones.

And now, when he was being watched by the head of a dead man, he finally realized something.

He realized that there might be more dead people beneath the clearing.

Thinking of this, he first took a deep breath, then closed his eyes again.

He slowly straightened his body, keeping his face in a straight line with the end of the ravine.

After that, he took another deep breath to calm his heart as much as possible.

It wasn't until a long time later, when his breathing began to calm down, that he opened his eyes.

However, even if he was prepared, even if he had made the worst in his heart, when he really saw what was in front of him, his heart was still deeply shocked by an inexplicable emotion.

This deep ravine under the full moonlight is no longer a ravine in a simple sense.

In his eyes, the road ahead is more like a road to the Infernal Hell.

On both sides of the road, there were countless heads, and a pair of empty eyes were staring at him sadly.

On both sides of the road, there are also countless pairs of eerie and terrifying bone hands, and these shocking bone hands are touching his cheeks and grabbing his ankles.

Gradually, his whole person fell into a fantasy realm.

He saw that the heads were desperately trying to break free from the earthen walls on both sides.

He also saw that the pair of bony hands were grasping at the ground, trying to pull out his body buried in the soil.

He stayed in this fantasy for a long time.

There was a sound in his head, a heart-wrenching 'cluck' and 'cluck' sound.

This is the sound of bones, and the sound of rubbing against bones can only be made.

He saw that all the bones buried in the soil had crawled out.

He also saw this humanoid white skeleton with a straight waist staggering towards him.

Perhaps, these people were also lost people who passed by here.

Perhaps, these people are far away, and there are relatives waiting for them.

But when they came to this village, it meant that they could never go back.

That's why they turn into unjust souls and ask for their lives from the people of the lower earth.

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