A ten-year-old boy relied on exquisite archery skills to punish more than a dozen strong men, his behavior was as ghostly as a demon, and his heart was as cold and hard as ice. At such an age, the skillful and decisive mentality of the murder method will be amazing no matter what.

Li Xian wiped the neck of the cavalry team with a knife, and then pushed the man who was not dead from the horse, he grabbed the war horse and ran out in a direction. The two dozen or so cavalrymen who were left saw that the boy was about to run, and knew that he had no more arrows, so they pursued him on horseback. At this time, in the eyes of those cavalrymen, the child was no longer a child, but an enemy that made them so frightened that they had to kill to be at ease.

Being frightened by a child to the point that my heart is trembling, is it a shame for these regular cavalrymen?

Li Xian is a child, and one thing that needs to be emphasized is that the child of a mouse is born to steal holes, the child of a cat is born to climb a tree, the child of an eagle is destined to soar into the sky, and the child of a tiger is born with a king character on his forehead. Li Xian was the child of a robber, and although it was not his natural ability to kill people, he grew up in one of the most ferocious horse thieves on Hebei Road. Exposed to it, coupled with his deliberate learning, the skill of killing people is as familiar to him as using chopsticks for eating.

Why would a ten-year-old child go to such lengths to learn the art of killing?

Why?

Because Li Xian has an enemy who is almost at the pinnacle of the world, he always wants to kill him, and Li Xian wants to live by all means, so he must keep making himself stronger and stronger. That person began to send people to hunt him down when Li Xian was still in infancy, Li Xian lived to the age of ten with great difficulty, and he still insisted on living a hundred years old, so Li Xian, who didn't want to be killed, had to practice the means of killing. Isn't it a bit perverted for a ten-year-old to think all day long about how to kill people faster and more artistically? However, he was a pervert from birth.

Li Xian never regarded himself as a child, and when children of the same age were still playing with pee and mud in the village, he had already struggled to hold a step bow and tried to open the bow that only a man in the prime of life could pull away like a full moon. The delicate fingers were covered with blood, and the pain of the ten fingers made him frown but would not make him flinch. While the children in the village looked at him like monsters, he looked at them like idiots and scoffed. A group of little kids who still wear open crotch pants are clamoring to play with him all day long, how can he have time to coax the children?

When children of his age practiced farting on the soft and loose sand at the edge of the village, he had gotten up a few hours earlier than the children and was practicing assassination with a dagger over and over again. When he could afford to hold a steel knife, he took the trouble to practice the speed of slashing over and over again, and he asked himself to judge the speed of punching and slashing, not to be able to reach the Pegasus Meteor Fist, at least not to lose to Tyson. When the six- or seven-year-old child was still playing and arguing about who was the bride and who was the groom, he was chopping the dry wood like a hill in the yard, and staring at the texture of the firewood, fascinated by the analysis of how to chop it with more effort.

In the harsh winter, he chased the hapless hare in the snow barefoot and pulled the rabbit's ears, in the cold spring, he used his hands to insult the fish's butt in the icy river water, in early summer, he hung under a peach blossom tree at the edge of the village and pulled up and then chewed a pink flower, in the golden autumn, he was already alone in the mountains to hunt wild wolves and lynxes and then came back alive and scarred. He was a child who didn't have a happy childhood in the eyes of others, and although his mind was already an adult, others didn't know it, did he. But Li Xian felt that he was happy, because he was still alive, and he had lived one life longer than everyone else. In the last life, I didn't have to die well, and in this life, I have to live a good life. At the very least, you can't die unexpectedly.

By the time he was seven years old, he was already able to shoot a hare in the eye. At the age of eight, he was able to cut down a small tree with the thick mouth of a bowl. When he was nine years old, he could throw the hundred-pound stone lock in the yard and catch it easily. When he was ten years old, he faced more than forty regular cavalry of the Great Sui on his own and killed nearly twenty of them in one go.

Then start to run.

A lone hero? It's not that Li Xian doesn't want to do it, but his current biological age is really younger. Thirty arrows in a row will be a little unbearable even for an adult strong man's arms, not to mention that he, a teenager who has not even developed his biceps? Although Li Xian firmly believes that he is an adult, sometimes he has to succumb to reality and feel wronged by his weak body.

Oh no, it's grievance.

Even if a man on the grassland touches a strange horse, he will try to conquer it, but Li Xian obviously won't give the horse time to get used to him, the dagger in his sleeve slipped out like water and was held in his hand, and then he didn't feel sorry for the horse's butt at all. It will be cool to pat the ass, and it will hurt to stab the ass.

A startled war horse is terrifying, Li Xian's small body is attached to the back of the crazy war horse, as if standing on a flat boat in the wild current and steady as a rock. His body was like a fallen leaf fluttering up and down with the gallop of a war horse, and it looked so eerie and harmonious.

A little person, the wind and water are prosperous, and they love to be poor and happy when they have nothing to do.

Li Xian galloped and was still singing.

I really don't know how psychologically a person who is so happy after killing someone has become so angry with God. More than two dozen horses fell far behind him, and the cavalrymen were reluctant to take the butt of their beloved mounts seriously. They will not be thrown off if they do not give up the chase because they are the cavalry of the Great Sui. Even the fierce steppe people with superb riding skills did not dare to say that they were stronger than the other party in the face of the Great Sui cavalry, so they were as proud as peacocks with open screens one by one. Although, not long ago, more than 20 peacocks were plucked by Li Xian and turned into more than 20 white-striped chickens.

Li Xian seemed to let the frightened war horse run wild, and it seemed as if he was running away for his life as if he was aimless. It seems that only Li Xian himself knows that the poor horse is running towards the death Jedi step by step under his control. Li Xian is a person who has a beginning and an end, and since he starts to kill, he will not leave a ridiculous tail. If the news that a ten-year-old child can kill dozens of officers and soldiers spread, it is definitely not a good thing for Li Xian.

Killing is to be killed, just as cutting grass is to be eradicated.

The war horse ran up a high slope, and the pain had been reduced a lot, and the war horse gradually regained its senses. Therefore, when they saw the situation below the high slope, the war horse became very resistant, and Li Xian, who was disobedient, had always been very methodical. He pressed it next to the warhorse's ear and whispered, "Run, don't be afraid of death, I'll burn you a papier-mare with big eyes and double eyelids." ”

The war horse screamed sadly, and rushed down the high slope as if he understood Li Xian's words. Do horses understand human speech? I don't know, but the sharp knife stuck in the horse's butt is the answer. Li Xian slid off the horse's back the moment the war horse jumped down the high slope, rolled a dozen times before he stopped his body, and then he hunched over and jumped out, like a cheetah that had spotted an antelope.

Twenty horsemen rushed down, followed by exclamations and wails.

At the bottom of the high slope, two rows of dozens of sharpened sticks were erected diagonally. The war horse that Li Xian was riding was pierced there by a wooden stick, and fell limply. More than 20 cavalrymen desperately reined in their horses, but it was so easy to stop under their usual surname. Only the last cavalryman pulled the horse up, and the other horses were nailed to the sticks. Not only the horses, but seven of the two dozen horsemen were killed by sticks as they fell.

The dismounted cavalry struggled to their feet, and then they sadly found that they had stepped on the large iron clamps used by the wolf hunters. The clip will break the leg at most, but it will never kill anyone, and if the clip is poisonous, it is another matter. Therefore, the two dozen horsemen in front can be said to be dead, although some of them are still alive now. When the last cavalryman jumped down from the man's standing horse and rolled twice, he suddenly found a young man standing very close to his jaw.

The cavalryman opened his mouth wide and subconsciously drew his sword. He didn't pull out his sword, but he saw a sword light like a practice.

"Goodbye!"

Li Xian said.

The knife cut through the throat, and the blood was like a waterfall.

Li Xian dodged very briskly, and not a single drop of blood spurted out like a waterfall splashed on him. He seems to cherish his clothes as much as a raven cherishes its feathers. Although, his clothes were as black as a crow's feathers, and there were still pieces of oil stains on his clothes that were almost about to be cultivated into essence.

Li Xian walked over slowly, and did not make up for the dying cavalry, the poison on the iron clamp is not the poisonous rat that rats eat as snacks, and the genuine Zhu Yanhong can poison a black bear with a drop, the advertisement says so.

Li Xian walked past the cavalrymen who were groaning or wailing, then put away the horizontal knives and bows and arrows of the cavalry, tied them with ropes and laboriously pulled them back to the high slope. The boy dragging a pile of weapons in the sunset, the shadow was long, long.

I don't know when, there was a tall and sturdy man standing on the high slope, he looked at Li Xian, who was laboriously pulling his weapon forward, applauded, and then laughed: "It's worthy of being my son, well done!" ”

Li Xian raised his head and said tepidly: "First, I am not your son, at least not biological. Second, see for yourself, you look like a father? Thirdly, you are shameless and ugly, and I, both from the front and from the side, are so beautiful, very beautiful. ”

The big man laughed wildly and said, "Look at your rampant appearance now, you won't be able to ride on my head when you're two years older?!" ”

Li Xian thought for a while and replied seriously: "Not only do you have to ride, but you also have to pull a piece of on it." ”