"Poof!"

A voice sounded, and the smile on Li Baiqi's face instantly froze.

When his saber stabbed Wang Hong in the abdomen, it was as if it had pierced steel, even with the blessing of pure internal force, it would be difficult for the tip of the knife to penetrate the clothes again.

Without waiting for Li Baiqi to react more, Wang Hong's cold gang knife had already been slashed down.

The sharp blade instantly broke through the flesh and skin, and the bones strengthened by the acquired martial artist couldn't even block it for half a second, and it was cut in two under the huge force.

The severed right arm and the saber fell at the same time, blood splashed out of the wound, and even if Li Baiqi had been in the killing field for a long time, he was holding his right shoulder and howling miserably at this moment.

Although Liu Xuan was shocked by Wang Hong's desperate counterattack, his reaction speed was quite reliable, and he stabbed Li Baiqi in the thigh at the first time, wanting to make him lose the ability to escape.

However, this horse bandit leader also has a strong sense of battle, and this time it is not like just now, where his subconscious mind is blinded by experience.

At the moment when Liu Xuan took out the sword, Li Baiqi flashed sideways, seeing that the sword was about to fail.

Wang Hong on the side was not a stake, when he found out that the acquired martial artist was nothing more than that, and the saber infused with true qi only made him break a little skin, the offensive became more rapid.

Li Baiqi was about to dodge Liu Xuan's long sword, but Wang Hong stuck it up regardless of it.

His sharp cold knife didn't slash his neck and stab his chest, he stared at the torso that was the easiest to attack, and swept thousands of troops from the other side, slashing at Li Baiqi's waist.

The lesser of two evils, between being cut in the waist and being injured in the thigh, Li Baiqi made a choice in an instant.

I saw that he was like a marionette being pulled by a silk puppet, and his figure retreated backwards in a daze, dodging the cold knife swept by Wang Hong from the side.

But in this way, Liu Xuan's long sword that stabbed straight from the front had no way to dodge.

At this moment, Li Baiqi could only forcibly contract his thighs and reluctantly moved the front of his thighs.

Eventually, the outside of his left leg was grazed by the blade, and blood spilled out, quickly staining his pants red.

Just when Wang Hong and Liu Xuan were ready to go one step further and completely kill this famous thief.

The remaining thirty or so white cavalry men actually erupted collectively at this moment, ignoring the swords of the caravan guards, and rushed towards Wang Hong and Liu Xuan with all their might.

Some of the white horsemen fought for their lives and entangled the two to the death.

The rest of the people protected Li Baiqi, who was seriously injured but had not yet lost his combat effectiveness, and desperately rushed towards the east gate of the caravan camp, where there was another relatively strong bandit.

Although the strength of these caravan guards is good, they finally lack some courage to fight for their lives, and in the face of the white knights who dare to exchange their lives for injuries, these guys who take money to do things are still cowardly.

In the end, Li Baiqi and eight white cavalry soldiers fought their way out of the siege and escaped under the response of thieves in the eastern part of the camp.

"You bastards! Are you so afraid of death that you dare to come out as a guard, specializing in pit employers! ”

killed the white cavalry beside him, Liu Xuan was furious at the moment.

Li Baiqi, who was about to be taken down, could still break out of the encirclement, and the gang of people under him were simply cheating him to death!

You must know that when he formed this caravan, it cost a lot of money, including the men and grooms, all of them were real warriors.

Even if you don't count Wang Hong's unexpectedly strong combat power, among the thirteen caravans, Liu Xuan's one is also one of the top five.

But in this battle, except for him and Wang Hong, the others actually behaved so poorly, Liu Xuan didn't pull out his sword and stab a few to death, which was considered rational enough.

He is different from Wang Hong, as long as Wang Hong arrives in Mingcheng, it is estimated that he will stay there for a long time in the future.

Li Baiqi is just an acquired martial artist, even if he is a congenital master, he does not dare to cause trouble in the Yunzhou Prefecture, so Wang Hong is not afraid of making enemies with Li Baiqi.

And Liu Xuan's own position is the leader of the caravan, and he transports the goods collected from the clan every day.

He now has a mortal enmity with Bai Qikou, but he failed to take the opportunity to kill Li Baiqi, and he feels a headache when he thinks about the troubles in the future.

Just when Liu Xuan had a headache, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wang Hong, who was relieving his emotions because of the first killing, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The clothes on Wang Hong's chest were cut apart by Li Bai's saber just now.

Between the upper abdomen and the chest, a very shallow opening was opened, if it weren't for Liu Xuan's excellent eyesight, I am afraid that he would not be able to see the faint bloodstains.

When the two joined forces to fight the enemy before, Liu Xuan thought that Wang Hong wore a close-fitting armor to carry the knife that Li Bai was riding.

But now that I take a closer look, Wang Hong's torn three-layer clothes are not treasure armor at all!

"How can the Iron Cloth Shirt be so powerful?"

"Even if you practice this technique into the transformation realm, conceive and cultivate true qi from the outside in, and step into the acquired realm, it is impossible to easily take that sword!"

Liu Xuan was full of confusion at the moment, but after all, he had been messing around for many years, and after a moment of gaffe, he adjusted and buried all his doubts in his heart, as if he hadn't noticed the abnormality in Wang Hong's body.

And Wang Hong also came back to his senses at this time, in fact, some time ago in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, the man in black could be regarded as dying at his hands.

In addition, he had been in the slaughterhouse for a few days before, and he was repeatedly influenced by the smell of blood, so Wang Hong did not feel too much physical discomfort about the killing, and he did not have nausea and vomiting after the war.

But the fact that the physiology can adapt does not mean that there is nothing wrong with the psychology.

Wang Hong's eyes, which he always likes to squint on weekdays, have unconsciously become blood-red!

When his gaze turned away from the corpses on the ground and turned to the fighting bandits and caravan guards in the distance, Wang Hong suddenly showed a cruel smile.

I saw him dragging the sharp cold knife and walking towards the camp without hurrying, ignoring Liu Xuan's dissuasion.

At this time, the camp was already in chaos, and at the beginning of the battle, Tong Dart Tou and Xu Dongjia used a talisman and a wooden sword respectively, and killed more than 200 enemies in an instant.

Including the three robbers who were hit, they all died and were seriously injured.

Originally, the combined caravan was supposed to lay the foundation for victory, but the men and horses who were in ambush on the right side of the camp were quickly defeated by another 150 white horsemen.

With the addition of this strong new force, the bandit side has regained its foothold.

In this kind of evenly matched melee, one or two more people walk into the battlefield, and no one will pay attention at all.

Wang Hong, who stepped into the edge of the battlefield, suddenly raised his Leng Gang knife and pounced on the nearest white horseman, and the war horse stood up in shock.

The cold light flashed, a huge head flew up in the air, blood rushed straight like a waterfall, the headless corpse fell off the war horse, and the surrounding ground was soon stained red with blood.

The caravan guards who had been fighting with the White Cavalry just now were also so shocked that they took a few steps back before stopping.

Wang Hong didn't care about others at all, and the Nanshan knife technique that he had just started was constantly slashed out in his hands, completely ignoring the surrounding swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and every knife was only offensive but not defensive.

With such a wide opening and closing, the way of playing with injuries for injuries is almost unstoppable in the melee.

But except for Wang Hong, if another person dared to do this, it is estimated that he would have been hacked to death with a knife.

But when it came to him, he used the most common Nanshan knife technique to faintly fight invincibility!

Just when Wang Hong was on a rampage, Liu Xuan also rushed into the camp with his men and horses.

They followed the bloody path of Wang Hong's killing, continuously expanded the results of the battle, and easily solved many frightened robbers.

It's just that Wang Hong is like a mad tiger at the moment, he has no idea of cooperating at all, and is completely indulged in killing, and blood is splashing everywhere he passes, and ghosts cry wolves.

At this time, he no longer had any rules to shoot, and he was fighting completely by instinct and physique.

Wang Hong slashed a man in black with a knife, a large amount of blood splashed on his face, and at this moment, his eyes were all blood-red, but a miserable white face pierced the thick red.

It was a rather immature face, with eyes full of horror and despair, and a monster reflected in the black eyes.

A monster armed with a steel knife covered in blood and laughing wildly!

Wang Hong woke up in horror, the terrifying monster seemed to be a little familiar, that ...... Isn't that me?

The vivid blood light gradually dissipated, and the world returned to its original color, although in this corpse-strewn battlefield, blood was still the main color.

Wang Hong suddenly found that his body was covered with blood, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood.

At this moment, he felt that the Leng Gang knife seemed to have a thousand weights, and looking at the young face in front of him, the knife in his hand couldn't be wielded.

A sword roared, and the expression of astonishment forever condensed on that face, and at the same time, a short sword fell weakly from his hand, and his strong body also fell.

Wang Hong suddenly looked back, and Liu Xuan looked at him with a frown.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Liu Xuan gave in first, sighed and said:

"Even if you are not afraid of him stabbing you, but being soft on the enemy is leaving yourself with hidden dangers."

"Who knows if he will have a chance to grow up in the future?"

"If that day comes, others won't be soft on you!"

After Liu Xuan finished speaking, he turned around and left, even though he was very optimistic about Wang Hong, but there are some things that cannot be persuaded, only if the other party wants to figure it out.

After being silent for a moment, Wang Hong dragged Leng Gang's knife and walked out of the battlefield, and the thieves along the way saw him as if they had seen a ghost, and they dodged one after another.

In the chaotic battlefield, a wide passage appeared, and even a nearby leader of the acquired thieves couldn't wait for this invulnerable monster to leave quickly.

Two or three miles away from the camp, Wang Hong took off his clothes, picked up a handful of snow on the ground, and rubbed it on his body.

It wasn't until the bloodstains were roughly cleaned up that he returned to Earth Star naked.

It was still more than eight o'clock in the evening on the side of the earth, Wang Hong looked through the window of the hotel room, looking at the traffic in the distance, the lights of thousands of homes, and it was like a world away for a while.

I don't know how long I stood there, until a big truck passed downstairs, and suddenly a huge horn sounded, which made Wang Hong come back to his senses.

At this moment, the blood on his body was basically cleaned up, but the thick smell of blood did not disappear.

I took a serious bath and hit soap several times in a row, and then I barely returned to normal.

Half an hour later, Wang Hong was lying lazily on the sofa, casually turning on the transparent screen, and suddenly found that the murder book, which was originally only ten layers, was actually stacked to fourteen layers!

"This is forcing me to be a murderer!" Wang Hong sighed slightly.

"It seems that I have to go back to Guangling early, and many things are inconvenient to stay in the hotel all the time."

"But even if I go back, I have to get a safe house."

"Dad saw blood in the army back then, if I get bloody and return home, even if I rush clean afterwards, I guess I won't be able to hide his nose!"

"It's not safe to rent a house, but if you want to buy a house near your home, you need at least two or three million, and the money on the card is not enough!"

Housing prices in Guangling have been rising in the past two years, and the community near Wang Hong's house has risen to 20,000 or 30,000 square meters.

It's not that you can't go further away to buy a house, it's that it's not easy to explain in front of your parents.

My house is so big, why do you buy a house elsewhere?

On the contrary, the house near his home, Wang Hong can be said to be the future wedding house, so even if he occasionally goes to live for a few days, it is completely reasonable.

In the other world, Wang Hong can be unscrupulous, can kill excessively, and can not distinguish between good and evil.

But in the face of his father and mother, he can't lose his temper, and he has to fool them no matter what.