Chapter Eighty-Four, Redemption.

Long Chen left with all the disciples and quickly rushed to Zhonghua Village, the nearest small village to Qingyunmen.

Grandpa, Grandpa, don't leave Li'er!

A five- or six-year-old child shook his grandfather's body, and the child's mournful voice was distressing to hear.

The old man's body was covered with blood, his chest was cut wide, the old man's eyes gradually clouded, his pupils were slowly spreading, and his vitality was also gone.

The old man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the severe pain in his body prevented him from making any sound, and what he wanted to say was, run!

Then, a tomahawk ended the old man's life once and for all, and blood splattered on the child's face, causing the child to let out a hysterical roar.

The warrior who had killed the elderly man looked at the child in front of him with an impatient expression on his face, raised his battle axe in his hand and swung it again, and the child's roar came to an abrupt end.

Ending this little life, the warrior smiled as if relieved, and then a small stone struck the warrior's body.

The warrior turned his head to look in the direction of the stone thrown, and the man who threw the stone was an eleven or twelve-year-old child, with no tears on his face, and only hatred for the warrior in his eyes.

There was not just him, but ten warriors in this village.

Ten people slaughtered this small village, twenty families, close to the lives of more than a hundred people, their lives were killed by these ten barbarian warriors, they died for only one reason, weak.

The warrior with the tomahawk in his hand looked at the child and smiled bloodthirsty, the current warrior was no longer human, but a bloodthirsty demon, the tomahawk in his hand was stained with blood, but the blood had not dried up and was about to usher in the baptism of blood again.

The warrior charged at the child and leaped forward, his battle axe slashing at the child, and there was no fear in the child's eyes, only hatred for the barbarian soldiers.

Just before the tomahawk fell, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and the ice yuan force followed, and the warrior wanted to block it, but it was too late, so he could only use all the yuan power to protect his body.

With the attack of the cold ice elemental force, the warrior also flew out sideways, and a pretty figure came to the child, stroking his little face, and making a comforting voice, "Little brother, good girl, sister will go and kill him now to avenge you." ”

The person who saved the child was none other than Xuanbingmen's personal disciple, Xiao Xiao.

When they rushed to Zhonghua Village, Longchen and the others had already felt the bloodthirsty Yuan Force fluctuations, Xiao Xiao sped up and felt the village, and happened to see the scene of the barbarian warrior wanting to kill the little boy, and sent a blow to save the little boy.

The remaining nine barbarian warriors felt the powerful Yuan Force and quickly dared to come and join this warrior.

Ten people quickly set up a triangular formation, which is the most common formation, and it is also a more commonly used formation on the battlefield.

Ten people lined up in a pair of Xiao Xiao and charged, Xiao Xiao stood up, the ice blade in his hand emitted a cold and pressing cold air, and sent out a sword qi towards the ten people.

The sword qi hit, and their speed was much slower, Xiao Xiao used his body technique to attack ten people from all directions.

The ten people were forced to change their formation, guarding each other's rear back to back, otherwise Xiao Xiao would break them one by one, but all this was useless in the face of the absolute.

Let's ask, what chance can a second-level warrior of Hewu have against Xiao Xiao, who is a seventh-level Hewu.

Xiao Xiaojiao shouted, winter has arrived!

The entire battlefield gradually became frosty, and at the same time, ice mist appeared, and at the same time, Xiao Xiao shot a cold ice yuan force in the direction of the little boy to protect him from being attacked by his own martial arts.

Xiao Xiao disappeared into the ice mist, and none of the ten warriors dared to relax their vigilance, and if they relaxed, it would mean death.

Xiao Xiao once again used his martial arts, the Cold Shadow Light Splitting Sword.

At this time, Xiao Xiao was like two people, she rushed to the front of a warrior, and the warrior attacked and slashed at Xiao Xiao's body, but this was just an afterimage, and the next moment Xiao Xiao appeared in another direction, the blade stabbed out, and a miserable cry came out, and the life of a barbarian warrior ended again.

One fighter lost his life and then another, two fighters fell in quick succession, and the other eight began to panic.

At this time, Long Chen and the others also arrived, and Zhao Qing couldn't help but clench his fists when he saw the corpses all over the ground, with an angry expression on his face.

Long Chen told himself before, only when you are strong can you avoid the people you cherish from being killed, only when you are strong can you have the ability to protect the people you cherish, the strength of this world is respected, and without strength you are a lamb to the slaughter.

Huo Yan rushed into the ice mist, rescued the little boy, and looked at the little boy without any tears on his face and asked, "Little brother, are you injured?" ”

The boy shook his head and didn't speak, and Long Chen stepped forward and crouched down to look at the little boy's eyes, his eyes were filled with the pain of losing a loved one and the hatred of his enemies.

Long Chen opened his mouth and said, "Little brother, do you want to become stronger?"

The little boy looked at Long Chen and said one word without hesitation, "Yes!"

Long Chen asked again, "Are you willing to follow me?" I can make you strong and give you the ability to protect your loved ones. ”

The little boy nodded firmly, and as he spoke, Xiao Xiao's battle was over, and none of the ten barbarian warriors survived, all of them died.

Long Chen scanned the entire village with his powerful divine sense, and no one survived except for the little boy in front of him.

Standing not far behind Long Chen, the master of the Xuanbing Sect, Bai Huang felt that Long Chen's powerful divine sense was a little surprised, Long Chen already had such a powerful divine sense at a young age, and this powerful divine sense had already surpassed himself.

The little boy in front of him became the only survivor of this village, and if Xiao Xiao played one more step, then this village would be ruthlessly slaughtered by barbarian warriors.

Long Chen looked up at Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao nodded to indicate that the enemy had all been killed, Long Chen turned his head to look at the little boy, "My name is Long Chen, what is your name." ”

The boy said, "My name is Midsummer Night!"

Long Chen stood up and said, "Okay, come with me on Midsummer Night, our next target is the Heavenly Sword Gate, where are we going to meet our people, come with me, I'll take you stronger!"

The little boy said a good word on Midsummer Night, and Long Chen ran the Fire God Trick to burn Zhonghua Village. Let them rest in peace.

There are a few small villages along the way, some of which are larger, but they all have one thing in common.

Destruction, these villages were all destroyed, there were still barbarian warriors in these villages, Zhao Qing rushed in without saying a word, without giving them a chance to react, satisfied the warriors and died under the dragon scale sword.

There was no Long Chen to make a move along the way, and every time it was Zhao Qing, Huo Yan, Zi Han, Sha Qitian, and Xiao Xiao who shot and killed the barbarian warriors.

Midsummer Night looked at their powerful figures, and her eyes were full of envy.

After an hour, everyone rushed to the foot of Tianjianmen Mountain, which was also covered with corpses and blood.

There were ten disciples guarding the gate of Qingyun Gate, and their bodies were stained with blood and dust.

When the ten disciples saw that Longchen dared to come, they quickly lined up and the disciples on the other side shouted a sentence, "Whoever is coming, report your name!"

Ten men stared with weapons in hand

To be continued.