Standing on the cliff, ask the sky and sigh. It's been nearly a month since I was chased and killed and fell off the cliff, and I'm afraid they all thought I was buried in the waterfall.

Wen Tian's eyes shot a sharp gaze, looking at the clouds on the horizon.

Turning around, with the bone sword on his back, he galloped away. The surrounding leaves are trembling, and if you go, it will be a bloody storm, and if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

At the original speed of Wentian, it would take half a day to get to the hiding place of the organization, but after becoming a martial artist, it was completely different. Wentian Spiritual Qi dived, his body was as light as a swallow, and he jumped out a few meters in one step, according to this situation, he could arrive in less than an hour.

Although it is fast to run with the help of aura, it consumes a lot of aura, but the spiritual trick of asking the heavens to cultivate is very strange, and the speed of absorbing aura, it can completely keep up with the consumption. About the spirit of the trick, ask the sky to ask the little tree, but every time the little tree is a look of secrecy, a few times down, ask the sky no longer ask, there must be a road before the car to the mountain.

A few wisps of smoke rose, and Wentian slowed down, silently avoiding the villages and going deeper into the remote.

After a few breaths, Wentian arrived at a small village that looked very ordinary. The village is full of young and old, young and middle-aged people working in the fields, and the old and young children amuse each other.

Wentian sneered, nothing has changed, it is still the same. Don't look at the peace of the village, ask God, it's just a disguise. The old men and children are murderous demons in their bones, and the lives of those who die in their hands are not five hundred but one thousand, as for the young and strong, it is needless to say.

Wentian was not so dizzy that he thought he had become a martial artist, so he picked up his sword and rushed into the crowd to kill him. You must conserve as much stamina as possible and kill the leader.

Running the previous breathing technique, the whole person was lying in the grass like a corpse, waiting for it to get dark.

The sun was tired of the day, and finally the last rays of its rays had set, and the world was dark.

Wentian slowly drew his dagger, ready to start. The reason why the bone sword was not used was because it was too long for assassination.

Discerning the direction, Wentian carried a dagger and dived under a tree like a breeze, without alarming anyone.

Bending over, like a cheetah ready to attack, Wentian stared at a tree not far away. It was a dark whistle. Even if you know that there is a secret whistle, it is a needle in a haystack to find it among many trees, and if you are not careful, you will never recover.

His own qi was adjusted to the best, and he rushed out suddenly, and it was already in the blink of an eye. Before the dark sentry could send a signal, he only felt a cold neck, blood gushed out, and Wentian disposed of the corpse without a sound during the whole process.

After solving the dark whistle, Wentian quickly jumped in front of one of the most remote earthen houses, took out the two kinds of poisonous weeds he had prepared, kneaded them into powder and sprinkled them in the house, and after doing this, Wentian continued to lie dormant in the woods.

Following.

I don't know who screamed

"Ah, pillar, pillar!"

Men, women, and children from the village hurried over and asked

"What's wrong with the pillar?"

"The pillar is dead!" said the screaming man

"What!" the crowd was alarmed, and hurried into the house to check on the pillar's death.

"Vomit!" Looking at the corpse of the pillar, someone couldn't help but retch.

The corpses of the pillars were festering and dripping with pus, their faces were not human-looking, and a few flies were still flying.

A group of people turned pale, looking for clues.

"Hey, what is this?" someone found powder on the ground.

An older man approached and was about to dip his hand in some powder to examine it. The person next to him blocked

"Be careful!"

"It doesn't matter. The old man waved.

Observing the powder on his fingertips, the old man's face became more and more solemn

"Soul Destroying Grass!"

"What!" the crowd retreated, all filled with fear.

Soul Slayer Grass, a poisonous weed, emits a scent that can cause a person to die in a deep sleep, and a bone-eating incense that causes a person's whole body to fester.

"Who is so vicious, it's not enough to release the soul destroying grass and add bone erosion incense!" the old man was furious.

The people next to him also had ugly faces, for fear that they would suffer this misfortune.

The lurking Wentian heard the angry shouts in the room and sneered

"It's not as bad as you. ”

"I'll let you die in agony, and don't even think about it. Asked Tian said coldly.

In the next few days, Wentian aimed at the opportunity to kill several more people, and all of them died miserably.

"Roar!"

Finally the leader was alarmed, and the leader woke up from the retreat. Seeing the panicked appearance of everyone, anger rose in my heart.

"Panicked Cheng He said, what happened. Grab a man, the leader asked

"Report, report to the chief, the people of the village have been killed. ”

"What! the man who dared to kill me ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall!" the leader was furious.

Originally, with the help of blood sacrifices, this retreat and cultivation have entered the country again, and when I am happy, I still want to kill chickens and sheep and eat a good meal, but I don't know that it is a Laoshzi thing who kills his subordinates, how can he not make people angry.

"Find, find him for me!" the leader roared, his eyes blood-red.

The crowd received the order and scattered in search of the murderer.

When Wentian saw the leader, he almost drew his sword and rushed forward, but was stopped by Xiaoshu

"Boy, what are you doing, looking for death?"

Wentian couldn't help it, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"That person's cultivation is in the fifth turn of Yunqi, and it is a dead end for you to rush up. Xiaoshu continued.

Wentian's eyes were gloomy.

"But if you're not prepared, you can try it with your Finger of Desperation. ”

Wentian's dim eyes glowed with dazzling brilliance again. Xiao Shu said that he didn't want to discourage the enthusiasm of Wentian, in fact, the level suppression between martial artists is obvious, and there are also challenges to skip the level, but there are too few and too few.

As the question continued, more and more people died in the village, and for a while, people were panicked.

The leader can't help it, if he continues like this, his own people will all die, how can he collect money?

The leader leaped out and activated the aura of his whole body

"Necromantic Bloody Palm!"

Countless palm prints were slapped in all directions, and the grass and trees were shattered in an instant. Wen Tian was slapped on the back, his throat was sweet, and in order not to be discovered, Wen Tian swallowed this mouthful of blood.

There was a mess around, and the leader vented all the time, and only then did he lose his anger a little.

"Keep looking!" Leaving this sentence, the leader retreated to restore his aura.

Wen Tian breathed a sigh of relief, if he did it again, I was afraid that he would be finished.

Ask the heavens to run the spiritual formula, calm the surging qi and blood, and heal the injury.

When night fell, the village was brightly lit, which gave Wentian no chance to start.

"Rely on" asked the sky and scolded secretly.

Just as Wentian was about to continue lurking, a figure walked back and forth.

"What can I do, I don't want to die yet, hide these belongings first, and come back to get them later. The figure muttered to himself, looking like he was going to run away and couldn't give up his money.

Good opportunity, a hit to get away immediately, ask the heavens. Although there is always a sense of disobedience in my heart, if I miss this opportunity and wait for the next time, I don't know when it will be.

Like a god of death who harvests human lives, he came to the back of the figure and wiped the dagger.

The figure felt that his body was not obeying, and touched his neck with his hand, his hands were full of blood, and when he looked back, he happened to meet the indifferent eyes of Shang Wentian

"Yes...... There was ......" before he finished speaking, and he was killed on the spot.

Wen Tian was about to retreat, only to hear a shout

"Where to go!"

A dark shadow flashed, the leader appeared, and the rest of the people surrounded Wentian.

"Wentian, it's actually you, didn't you fall off the cliff and die?" the two people shouted, and it was the two killers who chased and killed Wentian.

"What, is Wentian?" everyone was shocked, because Wentian was the best killer in the organization, and there was no one.

The leader also looked at Wentian carefully, and when the secret was discovered, he had to reluctantly send someone to get rid of Wentian. When I heard that I would definitely die if I fell off the cliff, I was finally relieved. But now Wentian appeared alive in front of him again, and there was an indescribable sense of mystery.

"Knives, whips, this is what you do?" the leader asked the two killers.

"Chief, Wentian has indeed fallen off the cliff, which I have seen with our own eyes. "The two killers were about to cry.

"Oh, did you see the corpses?" asked the chief.

"This, this to the point of no. "Two killers embarrassed.

"Rubbish!" he raised his hand and waved two palms, and the two killers were knocked away, their chests were sunken, and they couldn't survive.

After cleaning up the two killers, the leader looked at Wentian

"I'll have to do it myself. ”

His toes touched the ground, like a ghost, and the leader instantly approached Wentian's side and slapped it with one palm.

Wen Tian had long been wary of the leader, and jumped to dodge the blow.

The leader was surprised, his speed was impossible to dodge with the skill of asking the sky, this kid was strange.

Two palms again, asking the sky to dodge left and right.

"Boy, are you just going to hide?" the leader mocked.

Wentian was unmoved and continued to dodge.

The leader didn't want to drag it out and yelled

"Blood Spirit Hand!"

I saw that Wentian's feet were grabbed by a bloody hand that suddenly came out of the ground, and he couldn't move, taking this opportunity, the leader slapped Wentian's chest with a palm

"Boom!"

Wen Tianheng flew out, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Haha!" the leader laughed wildly and walked over leisurely to solve the question.

The motionless Wentian suddenly burst out and shouted

"Desperate Finger!"

A beam of light shot out from between his fingers and struck the leader's heart. The leader didn't expect that Wentian was a martial artist, and he would also be able to do martial arts. There was no time to defend in a hurry

"Ahh

A large bloody hole appeared in the leader's chest, and he fell straight to the ground. Wen Tian gasped violently, and the blow just now exhausted all his aura.

The people around looked at Wentian and looked like they didn't know each other. The invincible leader was killed.

"There must be an adventure in Wentian, otherwise you can't kill the leader. Someone shouted.

Everyone came to their senses and looked greedily at Wentian, who was weak at this time, and knew it at a glance.

"Ask the sky, hand over the adventure, spare you from death!"

Many killers couldn't hold it back, and rushed to Wentian, for fear of being preempted.

Wen Tian was sad in his heart, his companions were also killers, but they never took advantage of people's danger, compared to them, these people were really jackals, tigers and leopards.

Pulling out the bone sword, the sword fell from the hand of the question, and a human head flew out. The killer who ran at the front was decapitated, and the exhaustion of spiritual energy does not mean that he cannot kill.

The killers were afraid, but greed triumphed over reason and rushed forward desperately.

The bone sword in Wentian's hand danced, and a person's head fell to the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

"Run!" someone shouted.

The killers scattered birds and beasts, of course Wentian did not agree, and it was a sword to catch up, and they were all killed.

Wentian stood straight, holding a sword in his hand, and the blood on the sword was sprinkled and dripped on the ground to form a blood flower.

There is no one in the village anymore, and since then, the past has gone with the wind, and the grievances have passed.