On the field, a petite cute girl collects her sword, if you ignore the giant sword she is holding in her hand, then she is very attractive. Whether in terms of appearance or figure, they all belong to the kind of girl who can make people covet.

But when the giant sword that is about the same height as her and is incomparably thick is held in her hand, then no one can only pay attention to the beauty of this cute girl, only pay attention to the harmless face of humans and animals, and with a sense of cuteness.

Especially when the body of the giant sword she held in her hand was drenched in blood, the body of the sword was dyed blood-red, and there was also some minced flesh, no doubt everyone who saw it now would be afraid, and understand that this cute girl was not that kind of weak woman. Of course, the men who thought she was weak and could be bullied, and put their ideas into action, were now among the corpses on the ground.

The corpses in one place, the minced flesh in the other, and the limbs scattered everywhere show a cruelty of pure violence aesthetics. Zhu Hou's face was expressionless, she had long been used to killing, no matter how bloody the scene was, she had seen it, a corpse like this was just four or five out of ten of the bloody corpses she had ever seen.

Who, when he kills, shoots an enemy out with a backhand sword, and then gets drenched in a mouthful of blood, with pieces of broken internal organs? She had, and had been doused on her head, and in addition to the blood, she felt nauseous, because the blood was mixed with unrecognizable saliva.

Who has slashed down with a sword, and split it in half along with someone else's sword, and then that whole body, from the inside out, has become innumerable divided parts? She'd been there, and she'd been through it a lot, and the bits and pieces that were now lying at her feet were the result of that.

Her full chest rose and fell, Zhu Hou gasped slightly, and sweat flowed down her forehead. She reached out and brushed aside the few strands of long hair in front of her, pinned them behind her ears, and when she took her palm down, she found that the sweat on her palm was accidentally stained, with a bloody color.

Walking slowly in this Shura blood field, stepping on those soft flesh, the soft feeling coming from the soles of the feet was enough to make many people frown and feel nauseous. But Zhu Hou was still the same, the weight of his feet did not change in the slightest, and he stepped on it to the end.

"Bah." The minced flesh under his feet made an overwhelming sound, and it was completely trampled into mud.

Zhu Hou always kept in mind Yun Ting's teachings, that is, no matter what kind of environment he was in, he must suppress the changes in his emotions. Not afraid, not happy, not sad, not moved by external objects, only in this way can you always maintain a keen perception of your surroundings and make yourself invulnerable.

When she first waved the heavy go in her hand to kill, when the enemy in front of her turned into a splash of shredded flesh and those broken limbs fell, she still felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. This is different from when she usually kills people, and the usual Zhu Hou kills people will not appear in this situation, it is more like a unique beauty, and there will not be so much flesh and blood blooming wantonly.

But after using Shigego, it was different, every time she swung her sword, she had to go all out to be able to swing Shigego and use it to kill. But that's it, Zhu Hou can't control her strength, all along, she has been learning to control her strength, and now this scene of the Shura killing field has appeared under her intentional control.

If it was the old days, when she finished killing people, none of the corpses lying at her feet would be intact. Now it's much better, many of them can be seen in the shape of human beings, and many of them still have a corpse.

But in the eyes of ordinary people and many players, this is still a tragic scene.

It's just that Zhu Hou has long been used to it, when you experience it for the first time and cause all this in front of you with your own hands, it is still an impact at that time. But when the second, third, and fourth times gradually diluted this perception, until in the end, all this in front of him had no effect on Zhu Hou.

She's used to it, used to people being moved because of her looks, because of her figure. She is also used to it, she is used to having someone attack her, she is used to swinging her sword to take out these enemies who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

Zhu Hou had long been accustomed to using a sword to solve most problems.

Most of the problems in this world are actually easy to solve. If you can't solve it, it's because you're not strong enough, and you're not strong enough to solve the problem in front of you. As long as you're strong enough, with a powerful fist, and with a sword that can cut through everything, then no matter what, it's not a problem.

The world is always malicious towards women, whether it is in the empire of the Tianyuan era or in the current game of the Three Kingdoms, women belong to that kind of vulnerable group. Especially in the Three Kingdoms, as long as it is a beautiful woman, then it will be targeted.

Zhu Hou is the kind of beautiful woman, but she doesn't need to rely on others, she only relies on herself. After all, relying on others will never be able to rely on one day, and only by controlling your own destiny is what Zhu Hou wants.

Relying on himself, relying on the sword in his hand, and believing in the sword in his hand, this is one of the things that Zhu Hou has learned along the way.

"Stinky woman, take your life!" An angry roar appeared, and a figure rushed from Zhu Hou's side, jumped high, and the long knife in his hand slashed down.

For the sudden arrival of this person, unexpectedly by Zhu Hou, and in his expectation, almost subconsciously, Zhu Hou's heavy sword greeted him. With a swing of her sword, Shigego slashed sideways at the lunging man with a whistling voice.

"Bang", there was a muffled sound, and with the sound of the long knife breaking, the figure flew out at a faster speed than when it came. The whole person fell to the ground and rolled backwards a few times, and the whole body took on a twisted shape.

In the sky, fragments of the long knife fell one by one, scattered everywhere.

This is Zhu Hou's violence, but under her small body, there is infinite power. Only when the body has great strength can it swing the heavy sword so freely, almost hurting when touched, and dying when touched.

dragged Chongwu forward, Zhu Hou's face was still indifferent, he had just killed someone, but it was like crushing an ant. There is nothing wrong with describing Zhu Hou as murderous, and the small village where she is located has also experienced many robbers and bandits. If she couldn't kill those robbers and bandits, she wouldn't be able to stand here so safely, and she wouldn't have set foot on the road to find the clouds.

Now the village is very safe, because the women's corps formed by Zhu Hou in the village is enough to protect the small village after Zhu Hou leaves. It was a paradise in troubled times, at least in Zhu Hou's own opinion, which is what Zhu Hou has been trying to do.

Every once in a while, she would take her sisters to hunt in the mountains, but instead of ordinary animals, she would hunt people. Those robbers and bandits who fled into the mountains, or players with other plans, were all targets of Zhu Hou's hunting.

It can be said that Zhu Hou's current strength and the strength of her women's army are all watered by blood. Sometimes, women are no worse than men, and as long as they have seen enough blood, then they can have extremely strong strength.

"Oh, you're not dead yet?" Zhu Hou stopped, lowered his head, and looked at a robber lying at his feet.

The robber was still struggling, gasping for breath as violently as a broken bellows. His legs were kicking, there was sand and soil constantly being kicked away by him, his body moved slowly to the side, he tried very hard to escape, wanting to get away from this place, wanting to stay away from Zhu Hou.

Until he heard footsteps stop in front of him, until he saw a pair of unremarkable cloth shoes, the uppers of which were adorned with bright red plum blossoms. When he didn't start fighting, didn't lie here like a dead dog, with such a pair of feet in front of him, he would definitely be very eager to take off his cloth shoes and look at the small and beautiful feet wrapped in cloth shoes.

Now, however, he just wanted these feet to be a little farther away from him, and he didn't even want to see them again. Panic and despair occupied the robber's heart, and he didn't dare to move, even his breath became extremely subtle, for fear that the female devil would find out that he was still alive.

O female devil! Blame them on the cowardly bandit leader, and on his fellow hungry ghosts who want a piece of the pie. In his heart, he had already scolded those people bloody, although it seemed that there was no need to scold, because the surrounding peace was terrible, there was not a scream, let alone a cry of pain.

It was quiet, so still that only his own breathing, only the sound of his heart beating, driving the pulse to beat. Maybe his companions are dead, otherwise how could there be such an eerie silence at this time?

"Let's go, let's go!" Prayer in his heart, there had never been such a moment when he had hoped for a miracle.

Probably when he was robbing someone else's property and killing someone because of the other party's rebellion and anger, that person also hoped for a miracle, right? He thought suddenly.

However, a miracle did not appear, and with the sound of the wind, Shigego roared and slashed down. "Bang", the ground shook, there was a violent crunchy sound of bones, the robber's body trembled, his limbs suddenly lifted, and he fell down heavily. The two eyeballs burst outward, and the eyeballs were bloodshot and became extremely red, as if they would explode at any moment.

Blood poured out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Especially the blood gushing out of his mouth, the first time he vomited, on the ground next to his mouth, a lot of vomit. If you look closely, you can see that it is not the scraps of food, but the fragments of internal organs.

The Chongwu Sword moved away, and Zhu Hou dragged the Chongwu Sword forward again, and finally in her vision, in her ears, there was no superfluous noise that belonged to others. She nodded with satisfaction, this kind of quiet is what she wants.

Leaving no calamity is a truth that Zhu Hou has always implemented with his actions. She has seen too many along the way, some violent, and those who want to make the overlord hard. There are also insidious, secretly drugged in food. These are all showing how difficult it is for a beautiful girl to move in this era.

Soft-hearted, kind-hearted, and sometimes cruel to oneself. This is also the truth that Master Yunting gave her, and Zhu Hou also felt that it was very reasonable, so she let many people see her cold-blooded and cruel side.

Oh, Zhu Hou suddenly thought of correcting this statement. They saw it, but many could not say it, because they were all dead, the kind that died miserably.

"Ugh." Zhu Hou suddenly sighed melancholy, and the ordinary clothes on his body had turned into a bloody clothes. She thought about it very seriously, and decided not to change her clothes, just wear it like this in the wild, anyway, every time she changes her clothes, the clothes seem to quickly change into the clothes she is wearing now.

In this way, you can save money on a piece of clothing and can save a lot of trouble. Although in comparison, compared to trouble, Zhu Hou is more afraid that the new clothes he put on will quickly become the kind of bloody clothes that can't be washed no matter how much he washes.

As for trouble, she doesn't cause trouble, but she won't be afraid of trouble. A lot of trouble, when she met Shigego in her hands, it wasn't a decent trouble, it wasn't a trouble.

She just felt bored, and she didn't have a decent opponent, which made her feel very boring. Only a decent opponent can make her martial arts and swordsmanship improve, and even break through the barriers in front of her now.

Guwu Guwu. The real ancient martial arts are the martial arts of killing! Born to kill, only by applying it to one person after another, can we understand the true meaning of each trick and style.

It's a murderous technique! Gu Wu was born to kill people, and if he was separated from the purpose of killing, Gu Wu was no longer Gu Wu.

Zhu Hou walked in the direction of Luoyang City, she didn't know if her master Yun Ting was there, but a master like his master should also like to join in the fun, right? Not long after Luoyang, there seems to be a lively scene to see.

If you can't find a master, Zhu Hou will take a look at the excitement or get involved. In short, there is nothing wrong with going to Luoyang. In Luoyang, there must be many masters, right?

Along the way, the understanding along the way, the people killed along the way, and the things encountered, are constantly enriching Zhu Hou. She nodded, dragging the heavy sword that was a little taller than her, and walked forward, leaving behind a trail of forward footprints and a straight forward blade.

(End of chapter)