Yang Xingzhou actually doesn't want to kill people, the taste of a fresh life being terminated by his own hands is definitely not a good feeling, just like when he killed a chicken in his previous life, cut the throat of the chicken, and let the chicken blood flow into the bowl, the rooster and hen struggled in his hands, and the life tended to be destroyed with the flow of a drop of blood, the trembling feeling of the muscles and the feeling of dying a little bit made it difficult for him to forget the first time he killed the chicken.

But even so, when a pot of stewed chicken was brought to him, he still ate it fragrantly, and felt that everything was worth it.

Killing is not the same.

Killing a chicken, you only kill a chicken, but killing people is killing the same kind, it's easy to say that people with simple minds will kill them, and they will get used to it slowly, but people with complex minds, after the first killing, will have a disgusting feeling, and when they close their eyes, they will be the appearance of the person who was killed before they died, and even torture for many days to get used to.

But no matter what you do, as long as you do it a lot, you will gradually get used to it.

Yang Xingzhou, the identity of the thief, originally had a life in his hands, and when Yang Xingzhou borrowed the corpse to return to this body, when he killed people for self-protection, he was still a little uncomfortable, killing the wicked is certainly a chivalrous thing to eliminate violence and peace, but the scene of killing the wicked with his own hands, it is better for ordinary people not to watch it, after watching it, you will be disgusted.

It's like a beheading execution, which is very easy on paper, but when you see a person's head being cut off alive, it is estimated that many people will be left with psychological shadows.

It wasn't until Yang Xingzhou lived in Heifeng Village for two or three years that he really became strong, this kind of toughness was not only the improvement of martial arts cultivation, but also a rational cognition of the cruel reality and a means of life that he had to adapt.

He loves his own life incomparably, and also shows the greatest respect for the lives of others, but people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes, some things can't be solved by quarrels alone, the best way is to destroy the enemy from the body, once and for all!

Up to now, after experiencing countless cruel or touching things, Yang Xingzhou has developed his own unique concept of survival.

He is cautious, but not weak, his heart is like a stone, but he is not easy to kill, he acts unscrupulously, but he has his own moral bottom line, although he has never pretended to be a chivalrous person, but what he has done has not been lost in the festival.

After coming to this world, since someone wants to kill him, he will fight back against him, which is a natural thing!

In his eyes, the enemy does not distinguish between men and women, only life and death, and only the dead enemy is the best enemy.

After killing more than a dozen young girls in the blood-spattered long street in Suzhou, Yang Xingzhou's face was unwavering, and he rode his horse slowly, and the people along the way gave way, like avoiding ghosts and gods.

After leaving the city gate, Yang Xingzhou's murderous aura was unabated, and the iron spear on the side of the Red Flame Fire Dragon Horse couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he sensed Yang Xingzhou's murderous aura, and the gun was also excited.

After the Thousand People Stone, it is the sword pool, only to see the forest on all sides, Xiao Bi and verdant.

A wooden bridge lies on the pond like a rainbow, the pool water is green and cold, there is a little duckweed on it, the cold air is blowing in the face, the green pool water seems to be hidden bursts of murderous aura.

Yang Xingzhou smiled, and the horse continued to move forward.

In the distance, the autumn clouds are combined, and the sound of twilight bells is heard in the breeze.

Bypass the sword pond, you can see a very big stone well, the face is wide and wide, and there is a Zhu Lan next to the well to bend around about the hexagonal mountain pavilion.

There is a person sitting in the mountain pavilion, this is a white-haired old man with a high crown in a feather coat, sitting alone to cook tea, on the small red clay stove, there is a teapot, the fragrance of tea is curling, and the fine smoke is rising.

After hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the old man turned to look at Yang Xingzhou: "But Yang Xingzhou Yang Daxia?" Can I come in and have a bowl of tea? ”

Yang Xingzhou grabbed the reins of the horse and looked at the old man opposite: "You want to kill me?" ”

The old man in the feather coat and star crown looked slightly stunned, and after a while, he sighed: "Yes, I owe people favors, so naturally I have to pay it back, and if they want me to kill you, I can only make a move?" ”

"Oh? What is your name? ”

"Old and handsome sail!"

"Okay, you can die!"

A puff of silver needles came out of Yang Xingzhou's hand like lightning, and it rained towards Shuai Yifan.

Rainstorm pear flower nails!

This is the rainstorm pear flower nail left behind by the assassin who assassinated Yang Xingzhou before.

The king of hidden weapons really deserves his name, even if Shuai Yifan is excellent in swordsmanship, known as a sword moving Sanchuan, he is a master who became famous more than 30 years ago, but in the face of this legendary hidden weapon, it is still difficult to dodge, and in an instant, he was penetrated by a flying needle and died.

It is said that this Shuai Yifan is still the top swordsman in the righteous path, but since he decided to attack Yang Xingzhou, then Yang Xingzhou will kill him by any means, this is Yang Xingzhou's attitude towards the enemy.

"Phew! Pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in front of Lao Tzu! No enemy dares to sit in front of me, unless he wants to kill himself! ”

Yang Xingzhou dismounted, came to Shuai Yifan's side, pulled out the flying needles from his corpse one by one, and then stuffed them back into the silver box, laughed a few times, turned over on the horse, and continued to move forward.

After passing through the Mandarin Duck Tomb, the Tomb of Filial Piety, the Broken Beam Palace, the Hanhan Spring, the Sword Test Stone, the Three Immortal Pavilions, the Immortal Cave, you will see a seven-storey tower standing on the top of the mountain not far away, Yang Xingzhou rode up the mountain and walked into the tower, only to see that there is a faint handwriting on the tower, a piece of blood red, it seems to be written in blood, but it is written on the top layer of the stone tower, looking up from below, it is not clear at all.

Yang Xingzhou looked at it intently, hehe sneered, turned the horse and left, what kind of words were written on the tower, he didn't bother to look at it at all, his curiosity was not heavy, and he was too lazy to do anything with the people in the tower.

With his cultivation at this time, he had already sensed that there were people in this tower, and his heartbeat was slight, his breath was deep, and he was a master when he heard it, and it was two masters, it was estimated that they were deliberately writing on the tower, the purpose was to tempt Yang Xingzhou to fly and watch, and then they could attack Yang Xingzhou in mid-air, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, and the cooperation of the two people, it may be difficult for ordinary people to avoid the combined attack of these two masters.

But Yang Xingzhou himself is a veteran of the Yin people, and this kind of obvious trap will only fool fools, so he ignores it and continues to move along the mountain road.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Yang Xingzhou was unmoved by the handwriting on the tower, this time it was beyond the expectations of the people in the tower, and a loud shout suddenly came from the tower, and then a person fell from the top of the tower like a bird.

Yang Xingzhou turned around to look, only to see that this person was so tall that he looked like a giant in the ancient flood era. At this moment, he climbed high and jumped down, as if the entire stone tower had been pressed down on him, and a mass of things in his hand rose in the wind, and instantly opened a square circle, facing Yang Xingzhou as a hood, it turned out to be a huge fishing net, this person was like casting a net to catch fish, and Yang Xingzhou was the fish under this fishing net at this moment.

Wherever he dodged, he was under the shadow of this man.

Yang Xingzhou didn't hide at all, and he didn't bother to dodge, at this time, even the rainstorm pear flower nail was difficult to knock this giant like Mount Tai away, so Yang Xingzhou began to really shoot.

Spear in hand, stab into the sky!

His shot was like a thunderbolt, like lightning, and before the giant who was swooping up and down in the air could see Yang Xingzhou's shot clearly, it had already been pierced through the chest and back by the spear, and then an incomparable force was sent out from the barrel of the gun, stirring out a large transparent hole in his chest, and then the whole body was broken in two.

Just when his two bodies flew down to both sides, the fishing nets in the air also pounced, Yang Xingzhou drew the gun and picked it up, then picked up the fishing net, shook it slightly, and the fishing net quickly retracted to the tip of the gun, forming a palm-sized ball of thread, which fell into Yang Xingzhou's hands.

"This fishing net is not bad, much stronger than the fishing net in the Valley of Despair!"

He looked down at the two corpses that fell to the ground, and then found that the dead giant turned out to be a woman, or an old woman, and it was a wonder that she was so tall in the body of a woman.

"A girl, why do you have to get involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes? Do you look ugly? ”

Yang Xingzhou sighed, put away the fishing net, and turned his head to look at a short old man who was rushing from the bottom of the tower, this person was extremely short, but he wore a big straw hat like a wheel on his head.

It was as if he had a dish on top of half of his chopsticks, and his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of this straw hat, and he couldn't see his face at all, but in his hand he held a long hooked sickle, the blade of which shimmered in the sunlight.

"You actually killed her!"

The short old man ran and howled, "You killed her!" ”

His tone was filled with disbelief and pain, and one knew that he must have a deep affection for the dead giant.

Yang Xingzhou looked at the rushing old man with a spear in his hand, pointed the rainstorm pear flower nail at the comer, and said lightly: "She can only kill me, don't you allow me to kill her?" ”

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Chapter 359: Kill