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The black knife was too sharp, so sharp that it cut through the enemy's skin and then cut through the enemy's throat and neck bone, and Li Xian's hands didn't feel much resistance. After the blade sliced through the neck of one of the bandits, the next second it had already swirled the head of another bandit. On Li Xian's side, four or five long lances flew up and down, poking the bandits in front one by one.

The bandits, who were completely blinded by the sudden blow, could not raise the heart to resist at all, and most of them shouted in fear and ran wildly.

Only the stupidest people will give their backs to the enemy on the battlefield.

It is clear that the bandits have not yet realized that they see themselves as warriors. After Li Xian and the eighteen of them rode into their camp, the murderous methods they had just used to deal with the common people were all thrown out of the clouds. Except for a very small number of fierce people who dared to wave crude weapons to stop them, almost more than ninety percent of the bandits began to run for their lives. They didn't have the courage to resist, and although they had just killed someone, no one was accustomed to the coldness of the eighteen horsemen killing people.

They can feel the pleasure of killing, but they don't have enough killing skills. They kill for catharsis, they kill for the sake of showing their fearlessness, in fact, they are even more timid than those ordinary people. For it is only when they kill that they can suppress the humble fear in their hearts. Therefore, they strive to numb their thief-like guilt and guilt in the killing and then abandon it.

But, they didn't succeed.

They used to be ordinary people, and even many of them were from good families. They originally lived their duty to live the people's not rich but happy children, and the family was happy although it was hard. But, I don't know when it started, the song of Mo Xiang Liaodong Lang Death came into their ears. Some people began to feel unwilling, so they gathered together to hide and evade the military service of the government. However, they also had to eat when they were hiding, and they had no food, so they could only rob it, and the people naturally would not give away the few food and money they had worked so hard to accumulate. And so, the killing began. This is a catastrophe of people killing people, and now, the disaster is just beginning to appear.

This is a disaster in which the people are fighting against fate, and the victims are the people themselves.

I don't know when these bandits started to slaughter the unarmed people with their weapons, and their hands stopped shaking. I don't know when, they have adapted to killing for fun. There are even many people like them who blindly worship the big bandit Zhang Jincheng who dares to eat people's hearts.

Their minds change unconsciously, and in their eyes, cannibals are terrible, but that's the real hero.

But not everyone dares to break open the chest of a living person and take out a heart that is still slightly hot and beating, so they have become followers of the person who dares to bite down.

As a result, people are no longer people.

Li Xian knew this history, so he didn't feel uncomfortable when he killed those bandits. He has been killing people since he was six years old, and he definitely does not become hesitant after he has already made a move. Therefore, since his first arrow was fired, the speed at which he killed people did not slow down, but became faster and faster. He hated the bandits who slaughtered his fellow villagers, but he didn't really have much sympathy for the common people.

He only kills people when he should kill, and the word sympathy is actually very indifferent to Li Xian.

Compassion is not a salvation, especially when the knife becomes the only truth.

This village is destroyed, and it may not be long before the remnants of this village will follow the same path as those who killed their loved ones, going to another village to slaughter others.

It has been said that when war occurs when it should be at the most important time, then there is no justice or evil in war. It has also been said that when killing is the only solution to the problem, then there is no distinction between righteousness and cruelty.

Li Xian, who has been on the run since he was an infant, has seen too many grievances, and he accounts for most of them when he looks from the sidelines. Within his means, he will do things that are good in the eyes of others. But most of the time, he's just a cool to the point of being a frightening spectator.

Therefore, Li Xian, who was killing people at this time, did not have a trace of fluctuation in his mood.

He kills, his face is expressionless.

There was no shouting, no catharsis, just a silent swing and a swing.

Someone lifted something so rough that it couldn't even be called a weapon, so the man was cut off by Li Xian. All of a sudden, the major arteries, which had no resistance, began to erupt with blood, exploding a cloud of blood mist in midair. Someone ran away crying, and Li Xian chased him from behind and tore his back with a knife. The long bloody flesh flipped to the sides, revealing a section of Bai Sensen's vertebrae. There were also people who were scared and peed their pants and trembled and knelt down, and when Li Xian jumped past him, he split his head with a knife. People who don't have half of their brains can even see white brains flowing slowly in front of their eyes, into their eyes, and into their mouths before they die.

The iron wolf and several of them used long lances to protect Li Xian's left and right, and no one could get close to them. The horse thief in the back used a horizontal knife to open and expand the torn opening, so big that the blood flowed like a river and couldn't stop it.

As the Iron Wolf said, this is a group of bandits with no combat power to speak of.

Under the calm killing of the Eighteen Horsemen, they completely collapsed.

They fled, they ran for their lives, and they ran for their lives. They can't outrun the hooves of their horses, and they can't dodge the weapons that kill people.

Not far away, the remnants of the people stopped cheering, they looked a little numb and stood there watching the eighteen demons slaughter the bandits, some sobbing silently, others couldn't help but crouch down and vomit. Until he couldn't vomit anything sticky in his stomach anymore, he began to retching sour water.

Two bandits snatched the two old horses of the village, climbed on the bare back and staggered away. They don't even want to be able to escape the killing, as long as they can escape faster than their companions.

A long spear like a poisonous dragon stabbed from the side, piercing through a bandit who had just climbed onto his horse. The man with the lance had an astonishing arm strength, and he picked up the bandit who was still kicking and kicking indiscriminately, and then slammed it into the ground, and the bandit's skull happened to hit a stone and burst open like a watermelon. Immediately afterward, the lance poked out again, piercing another thief on horseback through the heart, and the three-foot-long lance spun violently in the man's body, blood spurting out of the blood hole, mixed with small pieces of minced flesh.

The arms holding the lance were unusually stable, and after stabbing a person to death, the lance swirled, easily cutting the throat of a bandit, and a blood line splashed out behind the lance, and the man subconsciously covered his neck, but couldn't stop more and more blood gushing out. When he looked desperately at the man who was wielding the lance, one of his companions had been directly pierced through the eye socket by the man and burst out of his brain.

The man with the lance did not know where he came from, and stopped in front of the bandits. He sat firmly on the back of a strong war horse, and the lance stabbed out as quickly as a phoenix nodding, and each thorn could harvest a fresh life. Beside him, two minions-like men laughed as they cut off the noses of the dead bandits. These two teenagers, who were sixteen or seventeen years old, used daggers with such skill that it seemed as easy as cutting the nose of a dead man as cutting a leek.

The man who made the lance killed people quickly, and the two little guys cut their noses just as fast.

If you compare, Li Xian's killing is calm, then this person is full of passion for killing. He seemed to enjoy the killing, and a happy smile spread across his dark face.

"Xiao Bing, Xiao Ding, you two cut faster, I'm going forward, the white-faced kid on the other side has a powerful black knife, and he can't kill people a little slower than me. Can't let him snatch all the credit, Lao Tzu still expects to cut a few more noses for wine money! ”

"Master, you just open up and kill, don't worry, you can't leave me and Xiaoding behind!"

A little guy wiped a handful of blood from his face, showed Bai Sensen's teeth and said with a smile.

The black-faced man burst out laughing, and the dancing lance slaughtered into the crowd of bandits.

Li Xian slashed off half of a bandit's shoulder with a knife, and was looking for the next target when he suddenly found that the front was empty. He had already noticed the black-faced man who came out of nowhere and rode his horse and stood tall before, but he didn't expect that the other party would kill people so quickly.

Just as he was raising his head to look at the other party, he suddenly heard the person opposite ask with a smile, "Hey! That white-faced boy, what's your name, the knife makes it really good! ”

Li Xian frowned slightly, seeing that the person opposite was killing people quickly and ruthlessly, he didn't expect that his voice was a little immature.

He looked up and looked carefully only to find that although the other party's face was slightly dark, the corners of his mouth were bare and there was not a single fluff, and he was obviously the same age as himself. When surprised, Li Xian also asked casually.

"Hey! That black-faced boy, which one are you? ”