Qin Shaofu left the village, and the loss of red dates made him feel murderous, but after thinking about it carefully, he still held back.

The villager didn't lie to him, otherwise he wouldn't have made up such a reason. Red dates have a fascination with meat, which he himself knows very well, but ordinary people don't think of it.

And his first task now is to flee for his life, and when he enters the Great Han Dynasty, he will be relatively safe, and he will not waste time here, let alone cause an accident because of murder.

He left the village and ran as fast as he could. But whenever the true qi is consumed to a certain extent, it will stop and rest. Danger is always coming, and he must maintain enough combat effectiveness.

One day, two days, three days...... Soon, five days passed.

As the sun set and night fell, Qin Shaofu ate two roasted pheasants and drank some water unhurriedly. Eight points full, just right.

He didn't lie down to rest, nor did he continue walking, but walked back and forth in the room for a while, and only walked out after his whole body was in a state of condition.

Outside, there are woods of bamboo and wood, and there is only a trace of the moon in the sky, not to mention that the five fingers are not visible in the dark, but they are almost the same.

The wind blows, attracting fallen leaves, like butterflies flying in the forest.

There are no insects, no birds, and apart from the wind, it is quiet and terrible.

Qin Shaofu ran the Divine Martial Soul into his body, and his eyes became even darker, with a little bloodshot in the middle. Tiger eyes, so that he has better eyesight at night than ordinary people.

Suddenly, there was a scream, like a crane's song, and then a figure like a night bird passed through the air and killed it directly.

"Ahh

With a loud shout, the single knife was unsheathed, and Qin Shaofu slashed it with a knife, directly slashing the incoming person.

"Bang!"

The blade split through the body, the cracking sound of bones sounded, and the person who came was killed by a blow and fell directly to the ground.

A black light flew up, condensed into a bat floating in the air, and was swallowed by the blood-patterned black tiger in one gulp.

It's the one who looks north...... Qin Shaofu was shocked in his heart, he thought that it would be the little sword immortal who came to chase and kill, but he never thought that it would be the person who looked north from the wolf.

It's this kind of alien soul martial artist with improper strength, there is no doubt that Lan Lingzhi's guess is right, this organization has found a way to create alien soul martial artists.

The death of one person is only the beginning, as if the signal of an attack was ignited, and immediately more people rushed out of the night.

One, two...... Ten, hundred...... It seems that there are thousands of people, and it is difficult to judge.

Qin Shaofu didn't have the heart to judge, at this moment, any words were superfluous, and living was the only royal way. Kill these people to live.

With a knife split, the corpse was divided into two ends, the knife flashed, and there was a cry of pain.

With Ling Xian's footwork, he could walk leisurely in this forest, but in the face of so many killings, it was also dangerous.

Conquer the wilderness, shadow the elegy, and kill the Quartet......

Tiger chasing wolf, wind step, tiger tooth knife method......

The exercises taught by Jiang Yan and the exercises of the Qin family were all used by him at this moment. Why live, at this moment, there is nothing else to care about, only life is everything.

"Whew!"

The blood-streaked black tiger roared, devouring the power of hatred and fear around him, making him even stronger. The consumed true qi is constantly replenished, and the shark beads are also constantly providing energy.

In this kind of space where the area is too small, the brave may not win when they meet on a narrow road, but the strong will win.

Qin Shaofu put aside all the thoughts in his mind that he didn't want to do, and had only one thought: kill, kill, kill!

One killer after another died at his hands, and corpses were disconnected from his knife. Whenever his weapon can't bear it, he casually picks up the nearest weapon and continues to use it.

Knives, swords, robberies, sticks...... No matter what kind of weapon, it can exert great power in his hands.

"Die!"

With a loud shout, a sword light struck, killing Qin Shaofu's back. At this time, he was pinned down by a frontal attack, and it was difficult to withdraw his weapon. After a long battle, this killer finally saw the dawn of victory.

"Ahh

Qin Shaofu was also fierce, holding a knife in one hand and continuing to deal with the front, and grabbing it directly with the other.

"Bang!"

The killer fell with a knife, slashing his palm, and the blood light tied the line, making him laugh maniacally: "Do you think your body can block the sword?"

This is a martial artist of the realm of the sea of qi, which is the top in this line, and only a few people can compare with it.

Even if it is a true soul martial artist, it is impossible for him to block the sword with his body, let alone a kid in the realm of forging bones, even if this person has a divine martial soul.

Unfortunately, the laughter only lasted a few times before it came to an abrupt end, and he was surprised to find that he couldn't split the other man's palm.

Flesh can't stop the sword, but bones can. Qin Shaofu's black bones were tempered by the power of resentful spirits and the power of shark beads, and even the little swordsman was constantly slashed, not to mention such characters.

It can be said that at this time, Qin Shaofu's physical defense is not as good as that of a martial artist, but the strength of his bones is even better.

Qin Shaofu grabbed this person's weapon, and slashed his hand into the opponent's body with his hand. snatched the long knife with his backhand, and without hesitation, he killed in other directions.

The tiger fights the wolves, and the earth shakes the mountains.

Every breath, there were corpses constantly falling, and every time I turned around, there were alien martial spirits flying out and then being devoured.

But he himself did not know how many swords he had been stabbed, how many stabs he had been hit, his clothes were torn, and his blood was pouring profusely. The old wound coagulates, the new wound increases, and the old wound opens again......

By the time there were only a dozen or so killers left in the bamboo forest, Qin Shaofu was already as if he had been fished out of a sea of blood. I can't see people's facial features, as if I am a madman.

Although the remaining dozen or so people were still alive, each of them had a frightened look in their eyes, and even trembled.

They always feel that the other party is already vulnerable, but they also feel that as long as they rush over, the next person to die will inevitably be themselves.

"Ahh

Qin Shaofu roared, and the Divine Martial Spirit soared into the sky, turning into a blood-patterned black tiger roaring in the air, and the power of fear swept around.

Killers are also human beings, how can they not be afraid. After that fearful thought continued to spread, he finally didn't dare to continue, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Qin Shaofu didn't pursue, and he couldn't pursue either, and now he hated to fall to the ground and fall asleep immediately, but he knew that he couldn't. He believed that the little sword immortal would definitely chase after him...... Or rather, he may have arrived.

Holding on to the last of his strength, he staggered and continued in the predetermined direction. Blood was spilled, leaving a long trail of blood in the jungle.

Some beasts approached for a while, but after feeling the terrible killing intent, they all quietly left. Instinct tells them that this is not a suitable prey.

After walking out of the woods and walking to a cliff, Qin Shaofu stopped and slowly turned around.

A person behind him walked slowly with a long sword.

Dressed in white, the little sword fairy of Shushan.