Hearing this, Xiao Xuan nodded silently, and naturally took more than ten steps back.

Previously, in the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, Ye Qingshan said that he was invited to see the sword, but he was really just looking at the sword. Tonight's fight, from beginning to end, does not require an unarmed teenager to participate.

The real stage can only belong to those who are really strong, and what Ye Qingshan is doing at this time is to make a different kind of sword dance.

Even in the dark night of Xuanyang City, there was only one young man who did not know how to practice as an audience.

Xiao Xuan stood at the end of the alley, silently looking at the man's back, and at the other end of the alley were hundreds of underworld people armed with knives, axes and torches. The flying flames of the hunting on the torches illuminated the whole alley so brightly that the back became clearer and clearer.

His back didn't look so tall and majestic, and even the empty sleeve on his left looked a little weak when it drooped.

It was difficult for Xiao Xuan to know what kind of expression and mood Ye Qingshan was at the moment, as an assassin who was accustomed to killing people silently, he rarely had this kind of experience of being alone with hundreds of people, and it was difficult to imagine how the same person could integrate the two completely different identities of assassin and swordsman.

However, he quickly put away those useless thoughts, and he knew that he had to pay full attention to the battle, because the battle would end at a very fast pace before it began, and even if he was not careful, he might miss something very important.

Ye Qingshan moved, he stepped on a bluestone slab under his feet, and the whole person bounced high from the ground and fell into the crowd over there like a light butterfly.

Then, a sword went sideways.

A man from the Southern Gang was still stunned and did not come back to his senses, and there was a thin blood line on his neck. He felt something strange, and when he touched it with his hand, he only felt a warm patch between his fingers.

The next moment, he had lost all ability to think and speak.

The last image he saw in this world was of a swarthy sword flying there, and with every turn, a body would fall.

The crowd finally reacted, perhaps out of anger, perhaps because the fear of death finally inspired inexplicable courage, and soon, with the one-armed man as the center, a huge encirclement was formed.

The snowy knife light brushed and swung, weaving a fine knife net, covering Ye Qingshan's body. However, his eyes were still calm as usual, and after gently exhaling a breath of turbid air, the Ink Lotus Sword in his hand danced like a butterfly again.

There was a crisp crackling sound in the knife net, it was the sound of the blade being broken.

Every member of the gang who slashed at Ye Qingshan with a knife invariably felt a huge force that could not be resisted coming from their hands, and several people exhaled in pain, and the broken knives were taken out of their hands.

Immediately afterwards, they also fell on the side of the road with the same unwillingness and panic as their previous companions.

A few men with torches in their hands threw out their torches without knowing whether they were frightened or for some other reason.

Ye Qingshan didn't even look at those people, his fingers were on the hilt of the Molian Sword, and he held the ground very hard and seriously, so the sword wouldn't let anything fall on him.

With a bang, sparks splashed in all directions, like a very short little fireworks under the night sky.

As the sword was swung more and more, the corpses piled up in the alley gradually piled up into a hill after pile.

With a pop, the blade of the sword broke through someone's skin and stabbed between the man's bones, blood gushing down the wound and the blade of the sword, and then the sword was quickly withdrawn. The speed was so fast that the huge body was thrown directly into the air, smashing into several people next to it.

With a snap, the blade broke someone's bones again, and flesh flew in all directions in the air.

Someone shouted loudly and ran towards Ye Qingshan, ready to pounce, he wanted to die together, and wanted to use his body as a bargaining chip, so that when the black sword pierced into his body, his companion could have more opportunities to shoot.

However, his idea was frustrated, because the sword did not pierce straight in, but suddenly turned sideways.

A slash.

He felt his body fly into the air, and when he looked down, he saw that his legs and lower body were still on the ground.

What a fast sword!

Good sword!

The blood flowing from the bodies of different people dripped down the sword body together, and those blood beads were quickly shaken by the high-speed trembling sword body, and the fine and invisible fragments could not leave any traces on the sword body.

That jet-black sword, stained with the blood of many people, was always spotless.

Just like the gray suit on that man's body.

Everyone who has died has only one wound on their body, either between their necks or above their hearts.

And those who were so badly wounded but not dead could no longer stand up.

Listening to the shouts and killings that gradually faded away, Xiao Xuan thought a lot.

Under all normal circumstances, in a one-on-many fight, making sure that you don't fall into the encirclement of the enemy is the first priority. Because no matter how fast your sword is, no matter how good your skills are, you can never guess what the people behind you will do. Even if you can fend off damage from all directions for a short period of time, this practice will undoubtedly result in a huge physical exertion.

As long as it will be consumed, then there will be a moment when it will be exhausted.

However, this principle only applies to ordinary people.

In normal times, if Xiao Xuan saw someone who chose to take the initiative to jump into the encirclement of hundreds of underworld people who were like wolves and tigers and vowed to kill you quickly, then he generally thought that this person was either stupid or crazy.

Ye Qingshan is not stupid or crazy, but he has absolute confidence to deal with all possible situations.

It was a very clear night with a wind.

At this time, the night wind blowing towards Xiao Xuan carried a strong smell of blood and burnt after the flames burned out, but this did not make Xiao Xuan feel any discomfort. Hundreds of people would die and wound in front of him, but so what? He had seen a bloodier, more brutal picture.

For a moment, his eyes were still on the one-sided slaughter in front of him, but his mind drifted far away.

There were many people who wondered why a teenager who was only fifteen years old could have such sharp killing techniques. In their cognition, killing people is no better than eating and drinking, which is something that almost everyone is born to do. Before you can learn to kill the first person, you need to overcome a lot of emotions, such as fear, such as an aversion to blood and death.

There are so many more things you need to learn before you can learn how to kill a lot of people, and it will take a lot of time.

Where did a fifteen-year-old boy get so much time?

Only Xiao Xuan himself knew that he had more time than anyone else. Almost from the moment he had his first knowledge of the world, he was hiding from others. Those people want their own lives, and since they have already died once, of course they will not want to die a second time.

So he had to run desperately.

In the first few years of his time in this world, he lived a life of outlaw. For this reason, he has been to many places, and they are places that few people usually go.

When he first started, he couldn't figure out what he was going through. Even after many years, he didn't think of any plausible explanation, so he didn't think about it at all. Time allowed him to learn to adapt to everything, and later, he understood a truth.

The truth of natural selection.

In fact, this is a simple truth, but not everyone can understand and accept it.

If you accept it, you don't necessarily learn it.

So Xiao Xuan ended the long time of escaping, and no longer chose to turn his back on those who wanted to take his life, but went against the grain to kill the other party.

The boy originally hid in the darkness behind the light under a piece of light, and later chose to go to the endless night.

It's an amazing feeling.

This long alley in Xuanyang City is undoubtedly the most dangerous place in the entire city tonight, because many people will die here. Even with Ye Qingshan holding a sword in front, he should not lose the minimum vigilance. In the eyes of others, he may just be a thin and ordinary teenager, and he doesn't even have a weapon in his hand, and at this time, as long as someone rushes towards him with a knife, he can only choose to avoid it as best he can.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had made a very low-level mistake.

He once again concentrated on the battle in the distance in front of him, and at this time, there were not many people standing in this alley. He could still stand here quietly, knowing that no one would disturb the battle tonight.

After all, it was a battle of life and death for one's own side, so the people gathered in this alley tonight were actually the most brave people of the Southern Gang. Until the moment of the end of the battle, none of them chose to flee with their backs to their opponents.

As Ye Qingshan had said in the Tilting Cloud Pavilion before, Ouyang Sheng, who had presided over the Southern Gang for many years, was just an ordinary person and did not know how to practice. He stood there like a small Roshan, and when Ye Qingshan came to the front of the mountain, he was unusually calm.

He didn't look at the men who were lying on the ground and groaning in pain, and he didn't pay attention to the corpses that lay on the ground, because none of that mattered to him anymore.

He looked at Ye Qingshan, who was not stained with a drop of blood on his body, and smiled miserably: "From the moment you walked out of the Tilting Cloud Pavilion, I already knew that I would lose. ”

Ye Qingshan got a well-deserved victory, but he was not happy, nor did he smile, his eyes were still clear.

"No, you've been defeated since I got involved. ”

Xiao Xuan, who was in the distance, heard this, and was a little speechless for a while, and said in his heart I thought you had always been an extremely calm and calm person, I know you are very powerful, but you don't need to pretend to be thirteen like this, right?

Xiao Xuan didn't understand this, but Ouyang Sheng did.

After all, he was a character who had been floating on the rivers and lakes for many years, and in connection with the recent attitude of those adults towards him, Ouyang Sheng quickly figured out all the joints in it.

Ye Qingshan is very strong, strong enough to wipe out a gang with a single sword, but he is not enough to control the entire overall situation.

If the real bigwigs hadn't nodded their heads, he wouldn't have been there tonight.

Ye Qingshan's appearance is not only the permission of those people who rely on the North Gang as their backers, but also the acquiescence of the bigwigs on their side. In other words, before he knew it, those at the top had already completed some kind of exchange.

Nanbang ...... became an outcast.

After thinking about it, Ouyang Sheng suddenly felt that the strength of his whole body had been drained, and he sat down to the ground. His massive body slammed into the ground with a loud thud.

Ye Qingshan looked at him with a dead face, lost all interest in talking to this person again, and turned to leave.

He didn't kill this person, because the Southern Gang, a big gang that had been floating in the rivers and lakes of Xuanyang City for many years, had become dust in history and had lost its original role.

As Ouyang Sheng said before, he is a dog raised by the big guys. If the dog can no longer bite, what is the use of keeping it?

The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook, it is indeed an eternal truth.

Ye Qingshan didn't kill this fat man, because he was already destined not to live to see the rising sun tomorrow.