Before I had time to ask the name of this dead fat man, I always had the impression that he was a fat man who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he never thought that he would also have a gentleman's side. Patting Qiu Fatzi on the shoulder, Xu Hao bit his lip with red eyes and didn't say a word, just nodded vigorously.

"How easy is it to die?" I don't want to have a swarthy buffalo leather whip wrapped around my waist.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the leather whip fell on Qiu Fatzi's shoulder like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and his clothes were torn and gargled down.

The fat man's screams didn't happen.

Qiu Fatzi didn't look at the terrible scar on his shoulder, just trembled his lips, stared at the servant with wide eyes, and the sweat was already soaking through the fat man's clothes and hairline. It flowed down the corner of his eyebrows into his eyes, and the pain was hot, like a wound on his right shoulder.

"Okay, hard air, see your body is hard or the long whip in my hand is hard?" Before he finished speaking, another raindrop of leather whips fell towards the fat man's head and face, and each whip accurately brought up a piece of clothing and a scar.

With each lash, the fat man frowned and shuddered.

In an instant, the whip marks covered the fat man's entire body, and his clothes, which were not wide, were already full of holes, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

Qiu Fatzi gritted his teeth and curled up, but he didn't say a word.

I don't know where the strength came from, Qiu Fat Man gritted his teeth and stared, stood up tremblingly, staggered and pounced on the servant, but he didn't take two steps, and a sharp whip fell on his shoulder, slamming him back to the ground.

Qiu Fatzi struggled to get up, but in exchange for a more severe whiplash.

The servant's face showed a sickly flush, he liked the feeling of looking down, he liked the feeling of being in control of the fate of others, looking at the blood-stained whip in his hand, there was an indescribable excitement, the sergeants and civilians who died on this whip were unknown, he liked to see them trembling under his whip, wailing, begging for mercy. He likes to see their helpless and desperate eyes, and he enjoys the process. But today this hateful fat man actually didn't say a word, which made him extremely angry.

He looked back at Zhou Ying not far away, Zhou Ying never disturbed him in the process of enjoying him, which always satisfied him.

The fat man finally couldn't move, lying on the ground snorting and panting, turning his neck to face Xu Hao with difficulty, a terrible whip mark extended from the fat man's left eyebrow arch to the root of his right ear, the entire left eye was raised high, the flesh and blood were blurred, and only a thin slit was vaguely visible.

is still the smiling face that is more ugly than crying, "This miscellaneous is really immoral, slapping people in the face." The fat man squeezed out a smile, "Brother Xu, I can't bear it anymore, send me on the road!

At this time, Xu Hao's eyes were already cracked, his eyes were blood-red, and he felt that a stream of blood qi rising from his feet rushed straight to his head along his limbs, and the right hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter, the clothes on his body were windless, his hair was standing uprooted, and his body was covered with a faint flush.

There was a soft sound of "pop".

The handle of the steel in his hand finally couldn't withstand Xu Hao's strength and was broken alive.

Na Hu Cong was suddenly alert, but before he could make any moves, Xu Hao's figure suddenly burst out, and he picked up the half hilt of the knife in his hand, and threw it towards Na Hu Cong with all his might.

I saw that the half-cut handle was like an arrow off the string, and it flew towards the door of Hu Cong with the sound of wind and thunder.

That subordinate is not easy to get along with, he is already a seventh-rank fifth-order battle captain realm martial artist, and ordinary sergeants can't get close to him at all. Looking at the momentum of the hilt, it is known that Xu Hao is also a martial artist, and his grade will never be lower than himself, and he may even have reached the realm of the sixth-grade battle school, but the unique aura of a martial artist is a red that has never been seen before. In fact, Na Hu still looked away, and the halo emitted by Xu Hao's body was not pure red, but blood-red like blood.

On this Xuanxia Continent, the warriors are divided into nine grades and ten orders, in turn, there is a god of war, a second-grade war emperor, a third-grade war king, a fourth-grade war marquis, a fifth-grade war general, a six-rank war school, a seven-rank war captain, an eight-rank soldier, and a ninth-grade war pawn.

Don't think that the rank of the battle captain realm is not high, and it is not of great use. But you must know that in the entire Xuanxia Continent, each of the lucky people who can be promoted to martial arts is the darling of the heavens, even if the vast majority of them only wander in the ** grade throughout their lives, it will not affect their status in the world. A six-rank warrior in the realm of battle captains is enough to be mixed in a second-rate family, not to mention a second- and third-grade martial artist, as for the martial artist of the God of War realm, it only exists in legends, and even if there is, it is like a dragon, only its head and not its tail.

And due to the strength and scarcity of warriors, most warriors are unwilling to serve the imperial court and do the hard work before and after the saddle. Therefore, a loose alliance of warriors was born under the leadership of the three dynasties, which was used to restrain the words and deeds of warriors so that they would not excessively violate secular etiquette.

The current servant is also because he committed a murder a few years ago and provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, so he took refuge under Zhou Ying's account.

Originally, the secular law was not binding at all for the warrior, but he couldn't stand the enemy's power, smashed down tens of thousands of taels of snowflake silver, and vowed to take his head.

Fortunately, Zhou Ying is usually polite to him, and the beauty is not stingy with money, and then she misses her protection. So in the past few years, he has been accompanying Zhou Ying and has never left.

Look at Nahu again, he never dared to hold it up, and he was calm. Abandon the long whip in your hand, hold the knife in your hand, and wait.

Just when the handle of the half of the knife was less than three feet away from the door, the saber in his hand suddenly slashed down, and the steel knife went straight to the handle with a strong wind. Although Na Hu did not despise him from the beginning, he still greatly underestimated Xu Hao's strength.

With the sound, a huge force came along the blade, and his chest suddenly felt like a heavy hammer, his eyes turned black, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out. In the right hand of the sword, the tiger's mouth burst out, and the saber in the hand also cracked into countless fragments, scattering in all directions. The horses under the seat could not stand the tremendous force, and neighed and retreated, but the momentum of the half-cut hilt remained undiminished.

In a hurry, I saw Nahu leaning back from a straight waist, lying on the back of a horse, only to hear a "whoosh" in his ears, which was a fraction of a millimeter, and he could avoid the hilt of the knife that shot from the gun, and his cheeks were blown by the strong wind that hurt for a while.

Na Hu secretly said that he was lucky, but before he could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he heard a burst of exclamations from the four sergeants.

When you look closely, it's like falling into an ice cellar.

It turned out that at the same time that Xu Hao threw out half of the hilt with all his might, his hind feet suddenly exerted force, his body rose three feet high, and he changed his body shape in the air, and his feet covered with two blood-colored halos followed the hilt and stepped towards Na Hu from the air. Momentum like a cannonball.

Just before the general could get up from the hilt, Xu Hao's feet were less than a foot from his chest.

Suddenly, the green mangs around his body swelled, and the source power in his body surged desperately, hoping that he could carry Xu Hao's feet. But he once again underestimated the terrifying power of Xu Hao's outburst.

"**, go die, you wretch!" Xu Hao shouted in mid-air.

"Boom", I saw that the man and the horse were stepped into the loess by Xu Hao, his body curled up like a roasted prawn, his sternum was cracked, his chest was sunken, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Phew!" The initiator of all this actually humiliated all the Zhou troops around him with a mouthful of spit.

A martial artist of the seven-rank battle captain realm was actually in the public court, and was trampled into meat by life in his 100,000 iron horses, which is too arrogant, too **, too enjoyable.

"Hahaha" only one person laughing.

"Miscellaneous, tell you to hit me in the face, call the ** to hit me in the face. The fat man cracked his mouth and was full of spirit, as if it was not Xu Hao who killed the servant but him.

"Ouch" The fat man seems to have accidentally pulled the wound at the corner of his mouth

In the previous life, not to mention killing someone, you wouldn't dare to kill a chicken. But in this world, this kind of happiness and hatred, the feeling of slashing the enemy in one word is "cool", two words are "so cool", and three words are "cool to burst", killing this Hu Cong Xu Hao has no psychological pressure.

Psychiatrists are exempt

Although he still doesn't understand how he killed people, from killing wild boars to killing this servant, Xu Hao confirmed that he has a mysterious power in himself, but he can't control this power well now.

Two serene gazes shot at Xu Hao through the angry sergeant.

Xu Hao gave him a big back of his head. Zhou Ying's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Qiu Fatty, brother is here to send you on the road, promise to be happy"

"Brother Xu" The fat man had a grudge on his face again.

"Fatty, what's your name?"

"Just call me Qiu Fatty, that's what everyone calls me. ”

"I'm talking about names. ”

"It's called Qiu Fatzi, it's good"

"Dead fatty, do you want to talk about it?"

"Qiu Xiaohua" has been depressed since then.

"Hahaha" Xu Hao laughed unscrupulously.

"My name is Xu Hao, and I'm from a far away place. ”

All kinds of depression in the previous life, all kinds of caution, and now it is finally vented out happily, my life is up to me, I want to live so happily. Xu Hao's eyes were full of perseverance.

Xu Hao turned to face Zhou Ying.

"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" Zhou Ying's tone was flat, without a trace of anger.