The white-eyed demon didn't know why, and asked, 'What, are you scared stupid, we're going to cut you down now, rob you of all your belongings, and kill your woman, what are you relieved of?'

'Because, if Lihu-sama comes, in fact...... I'm so scared too!' Yan San made a little girl's shouting gesture like a white-eyed demon, and then his face changed, and he said, 'Kill!'

With a slam of foot, his body shot out like an arrow, and the ground behind him exploded into a deep pit.

The wind slashed, and the light wind sword light hung upside down like a long river, swaying a clear light that slanted downward. The white-eyed demon was startled, and instinctively raised the sheathed long sword to parry, only to hear a soft sound, like tearing a piece of paper, the stabbing sound, the sheathed long sword was cut into two pieces obliquely, and then a blood mark slowly appeared between the chest and abdomen of the white-eyed demon, and the person moved, and the body slipped diagonally and turned into two sections, from the shoulder, from the abdomen, falling to the ground, a pair of miserable white eyes did not understand what was happening until death.

As soon as the knife saw the blood, Yan San immediately went crazy, slashed the white-eyed demon with a knife, followed by a knife swinging out horizontally, the sword light was like practice, and the long river reappeared, the three monks who were originally laughing were in a hurry, the sword was barely half out of the sheath, Yan San's sword light had already flashed by, from the first person's waist and abdomen, from the second person's chest, and then from the third person's arm that had no time to dodge.

The first person was cut in half with a knife, the second person's chest was shattered, and the third person's arm fell to the ground with a long sword with a click, and the knife stopped the pleasure of catharsis, and it folded in mid-air, and deeply stabbed into the abdomen of the monk who raised the knife behind Yan San and wanted to split.

The monk with the severed hand screamed unconsciously, almost dazed in panic, Yan San kicked out with a kick, the volley was like a knife, the person's head was like a watermelon bursting in the air, and the flesh and bones were scattered on the heads and faces of the surrounding monks, and a cruel rain fell.

Breaking the light wind from the sneak attack monk's abdomen straight up, disemboweling the man's life, Yan San drew his knife out, and slashed the sixth person. The man was a shield hand, hurriedly raised his shield and knelt on the ground, firmly protecting his whole body, and stretched out a straight knife behind his shield with one hand to stab indiscriminately. Yan San's sword flashed and swept over the shield, cutting the straight knife in two. Another monk saw that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and raised his spear from Yan San's side to stab him.

Yan San's knife light echoed, the head of the iron spear was cut off like a turnip, Yan Sanzhong stepped on the shield with one foot, grabbed the long pole without the head of the spear with his empty hand, and poked forward heavily. With two muffled snorts, the monk who was shrunk behind the shield was stepped into the dirt by Yan Sanlian with a shield, the shield was broken, and the person was also trampled to death.

Almost in the blink of an eye, seven people were killed in a row, and there were only thirteen white-eyed demons in total, and most of them were gone in this burst, and the old knife and others behind Yan San could only arrive.

The rest of the monks shouted and fled for their lives.

'Kill them all, don't leave a single one!' Yan San shouted, turned his hand and took out a black flying knife from his waist and shot out of the thigh, shooting a person in the thigh, who was frightened and crawled on the ground screaming.

The old knife took a few steps and cut off the man's head with a single sword.

Two of the remaining five people were shot to death by Murong Qingyi's flying knife, two were stabbed to the ground by the sudden potato seeds and knocked their heads off, and one person was poisoned by Snake Five's flying snake cone, but only half a bag of cigarettes, the white-eyed demon was wiped out.

Bei Hongyu took out all the knives, but didn't catch anything. The third bloody hand and the other five good players only had time to see the people being put down one by one, staring at each other, but there was not a drop of blood.

"Drag all the corpses to a pile, search all the Yuanjing belongings, take away the weapons that can be used, destroy those that can't be used, and evacuate as soon as possible!" Yan San said in a deep voice, the light wind shook lightly, and the blood and water slid down and were clean.

In addition to being a little worse in martial arts, the seven 'good hands' were all good at looting property, destroying corpses, and after a while, they did it according to Yan San's requirements and quickly evacuated the scene.

A swarm of ghostly light, smaller than a fly, soon flew in and landed on the pile of corpses, in the mottled bloodstained flesh around them, and the pile of corpses flattened and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally all disappeared. All that remained was a pile of clothes.

The third Bloody Hand and the Snake Five are fine, and the other five are a little like they are in a nightmare. Yan San has always behaved like a stunned person who doesn't understand how deep the water is, and then walked step by step, gradually revealing his ruthless side, and then exposing a five-poisonous insect king, everyone's hearts began to tremble, and they felt that this stunned person was really lucky. But today's battle completely subverted the cognition of the five people, and the killing was decisive and ruthless, even if it was an old monster.

There is also that knife, the sword light is like a match, like a long river, the clothes and armor are flat where it passes, the broken sword is like a broken wood, the body is chopped like cutting tofu, the end is a person and a knife, and the tiger is out of the gate. The original ideas in everyone's hearts were wiped out one by one by Yan San's frenzied killing, and they couldn't afford to make any waves.

After entering the Ten Thousand Beast Hill, it is inevitable that they will begin to encounter all kinds of primordial beasts. This is the home of the Yuan Beast, the reason why the Yuan Beast is different from the mortal beast is that it is free from the ignorance of the mortal beast, most of them are just starting to develop, but the wildness is more intense. For the invading monks, all the primordial beasts were collectively external at this moment, even if they were natural enemies, they would give priority to killing the foreign monks, and they would pounce on them fearlessly.

Along the way, Yan San and the others had already killed seven third-order primordial beasts and obtained seven pieces of citrine, which made the seven people such as the fifth snake even more impressive. Yan San could always anticipate the enemy prophet, and his perception was as strong as if he was the master of this wasteland, which also allowed everyone to prepare in advance and not be in a hurry.

Before a hidden 'scorpion-tailed leopard' could attack, Yan San had already shot out, and with a wave of the knife, the scorpion-tailed leopard howled miserably, and the long scorpion tail was cut off with a knife. As a third-order primordial beast, the most powerful thing about the scorpion-tailed leopard is not its claws and lurking, but its tail that drags behind it like an arrow. Many monks are often bewitched by the bulging muscles and vigorous body of the manticore-tailed leopard, and only care about dodging the minions, but they are taken advantage of by the nimble tail, as long as the slightest stab is like a human body, the venom in the tail can kill a person instantly.

The scorpion-tailed leopard with its tail cut off was ferocious, Yan San shot back, broke the light wind and returned to the sheath, and said: 'Bloody hand, you take two of you to play!'

The bloody old man laughed and said, "You don't need to bring anyone, I'll have one enough!" Thank you, Brother Hu, for making me rich!' With a mistake in both palms, his hands were as red as blood, and he pounced on the scorpion-tailed leopard. The threat of a scorpion-tailed leopard with a broken tail is great, but at the level of an ordinary brute leopard, it is a little difficult for the third bloody hand to take it, but it will not fall into danger. And because of Yan San's rules, the prey killed by an individual belongs to the individual, and this third-order citrine is equivalent to giving it to the third child of the bloody hand.

Yan San also has his own considerations, dealing with brute beasts is just practice, and what is more dangerous is people, this is the time to test his strength. If the seven people are all waste materials, and there is no matching strength for one ambition alone, it is seven oil bottles, and it is better to die early and be born early!

The strength of the old knife is undoubted, although there is a problem with short legs, but no one can stop it within ten steps, and under the Qiushui long knife is the end of all third-order monks, and it is the best to defend. Murong Qingyi has a Yuan weapon knife chain in his hand, attacking from afar and stabbing closely, and he is the absolute main force. Potatoes only see shadows and no people, smart and treacherous, most suitable for wandering around the periphery, spying on news, and rioting and killing. As for the shellfish...... is still well protected, this big foolish girl's exercises are as unpredictable as herself, and she is not in the same rhythm as everyone else. As soon as that little book was flipped over, all the enemies and friends cramped, and I couldn't tell who would get the bargain.

While pondering, Yan San's eyebrows moved, the potato seeds had already flashed gray, and the voice came faintly: "There are people ahead, three squads, the Flame Butcher, the Spicy Hand Immortal, and the Earth Dragon, are rushing here!"

Everyone was on guard, and Yan San frowned and said, "Bloody hand, fight quickly!"

The third elder of the bloody hand looked fierce, did not dodge or dodge the claw of the scorpion-tailed leopard, slightly blocked with one palm, and slashed out with one palm. This time both were defeated, the sharp claws of the scorpion-tailed leopard were deflected, and they slashed over the shoulders of the bloody third, bringing down a piece of flesh, and the palm of the bloody third-handedness was also firmly chopped on the scorpion-tailed leopard's head, only a muffled sound was heard, and the scorpion-tailed leopard's skull was shattered, and it was planted on the ground like a dead dog.

The bloody hand Lao San endured the pain, pulled out a short knife from his waist to cut open the head of the scorpion-tailed leopard, picked out a bloody citrine and put it in his arms, and rushed into the team in a few steps, wrapped the wound on his shoulder indiscriminately, barely stopped the bleeding, and held the knife on guard.

Yan San nodded secretly and shouted again: 'Red Fish!'

Bei Hongyu replied and said blankly, "What are you doing?"

"Bandage, what are you doing? Can you have a snack?" Yan San had to say clearly, "We are a team, and you are responsible for all those who are injured and retreat, understand?

Bei Hongyu hurriedly walked in front of the third bloody hand, tore it with his bare hands, tore open the placket of the wound of the third bloody hand, looked at the wound slightly, poked twice near the wound, and then took out a long box from the small bag that straddled diagonally, opened a dazzling array of neat and complete knives, small cones, small axes and small saws, flashing with sharp cold light, making people's scalps numb. There was another cloth bag, wrapped in layers, which was densely packed with long needles of different lengths and thicknesses, and Bei Hongyu selected a curved needle and a translucent thick thread from it and threaded it, and asked casually:

'Are there any spirits?'

A man next to him immediately handed over a small pot of spirits. Bei Hongyu opened the wine jug and poured it down against the wound, and the bloody third man's body twitched, and his face changed color. The wound was washed by the spirits, Bei Hongyu put his hand like the wind, and the hook-like needle drilled in and out of the wound of the bloody hand, and quickly sutured the wound, raised his slender hand again, and groaned in his mouth: 'Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently', and gently press the palm of his hand on the wound, and see a green light like a new sprout blooming in early spring submerged into the wound and disappeared.

'Well, in two hours you can remove the thread, and it's fine. Bei Hongyu said casually, put away the cloth bag and long box, put it in the small bag, and turned back to Yan San.