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"The pursuers stopped because they were afraid of me. ”

The tone of these eight words is gentle, and there is no yin and yang in the tone, only flat and straightforward, as if to say a fact that has been conclusive by countless evidence.

The old face of the retired border soldier who chased from the forest with a knife, but stopped because the old green cow turned his head, couldn't help but turn red.

They don't understand why they subconsciously stopped, most of the people in the Burial Eagle are old border soldiers who have retired from the border pass, and most of them have been on the battlefield and fought bravely for the honor in their hearts.

At that time, they were faced with thousands of troops, but they were not afraid.

At this time, they were faced with a young man riding a green ox, but they stopped.

Zhang Xiaodao's slight mocking smile was still on his face, he knew that these people were actually paper tigers that could be broken as soon as they were stabbed, and when they stayed outside the gate for the silver, they were doomed to not be able to fight a tough battle.

Because, they don't know what to fight for!

When faced with thousands of troops, they know that they are defending their home and country, so they are invincible, and when they face one person, they stop because they know that only by living can they earn more silver.

Silver is a good thing, you can buy anything, but you can't buy a person's life.

The funeral eagle crowd who were very sorry for their lives looked at the slight mocking look on Zhang Xiaodao's face, and watched the old green cow counterattack, and they all held the handle of the knife, but they had no intention of killing the enemy in their hearts, only seeking self-preservation.

Fang Mai was the only one among these people who was very eager to kill Zhang Xiaodao, because once he killed Zhang Xiaodao, his status would rise in the Burial Eagle.

But after which arrow was easily dodged by Zhang Xiaodao, Fang Mai understood that it seemed that this seemingly seriously injured teenager was still very tricky.

The old green ox that came from the recoil walked quickly, and the footsteps on the dead leaves were in a line.

Click...... is long and dull, which makes those who hear it feel a kind of depression.

Zhang's right hand with a knife wrapped around the strip of cloth held the falling snow in his hand, and when he saw Fang Wei raise to aim at him, he used the blade that was like daylight to the side.

I finally crossed a ray of sunlight with lush foliage, and I wanted to give a little warmth to the dark, damp ground with dead leaves, but under the side of the blade, I had to reflect it.

This not-so-bright beam of light hit Fang Mai's eyes, causing him to lose his target at this moment, causing him to use all the vitality in his body for a moment, and causing his qi qi to begin to be disordered.

At this moment, the footsteps of the old green cow suddenly changed the drum beat, and an extremely heavy sound suddenly sounded, putting an end to the running sound that had just been blindly practiced into a line, and this sound was like the last drum beat in a certain impassioned music, which sounded heavy and hit people's hearts.

The pursuers in the mountains watched as the old green cow turned into a blue light and rushed into the crowd with a blurred vision.

No archer could catch the old bull at this time, and when the old bull rushed into the crowd, a white light appeared in the blue light, and where the white light passed, there was a puff of blood that flew like a big red silk.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was in the crowd, had red eyes, and the vitality in his body leaked out wildly without any basis.

After the irritable vitality poured into the air, the green leaves in the windless forest suddenly began to sway chaotically, the slightly thinner branches seemed to be cut by invisible knives and fell one after another, and the gravel on the ground flew out for no reason.

Immediately afterward, many small spiral nests appeared in the air, accompanied by the bloody sword light, frantically sucking the surrounding qiqi.

"Artistic conception!" Fang Mai's eyes showed a look of fear.

This scene was very similar to the moment before the turbulent world last night, when the huge falling rocks brought up the wind and waves in the air, and the people were breathless.

And today, the stubborn stone that brings the wind and waves is Zhang Xiaodao, who rides a green ox and turns into a streamer.

Each swing of the Snow Knife would emit a soft moan in addition to the blood flowers it brought out, which was extremely rhythmic, and together with the sounds coming out of the chaotic woods, it composed a wonderful movement.

The content of the movement is naturally slaughtering, and the person who kills is naturally the old border army who buries the eagle.

Fighting for the silver, they couldn't hold back the impact of Lao Qingniu and Zhang Xiaodao, and under the screams of dozens of people, the crowd that originally looked like an impregnable wall was opened.

And this only took five breaths, almost just two blinks of an eye.

In such a short period of time, Fang Mai was still blinded by the sun, and the vitality that had been held back had nowhere to vent, and he still hadn't adjusted back.

Zhang Xiaodao came to him.

Fang Mai immediately retreated, he was just a Qi cultivator specializing in archery, he was afraid of close combat, and even more afraid of the Zhang Xiaodao that seemed to be possessed by the god of death.

However, after all, he was only a Qi cultivator specializing in archery, and although he had always thought that his movements were fast, he was not as good as the old green cow in any case.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaodao came to him, and the cold mang turned sharply and took his head.

Fang Vein used the bow as a shield, smashed the stubborn stone with both feet, and used all his strength to block the knife, but now the knife was not as powerful as he imagined.

So in mid-air, he saw the faint mocking smile on Zhang Xiaodao's face, and saw that there seemed to be two feather arrows in those eyes.

"Angry!" Zhang Xiaodao silently recited in his heart the supreme secret book used at this time.

The two invisible Yuan Qi turned into sharp blades, and they accurately and unavoidably submerged into Fang Mai's eyes.

Fangmai's black-and-white eyes were attacked at close range, and there was a cracking sound like fried soybeans, and then his eyes were pitch black, and the blood mist in his eye sockets filled his clean cheeks.

The severe pain made Fang Mai let out a tragic exclamation, and suddenly interrupted the solemn movement that still had residual warmth in the forest.

At this time, Zhang Xiaodao's left hand held the invincible pig-killing knife on his waist in a slow, seemingly unhealed posture, but after slowly holding the hilt, the attack was suddenly fast.

Drawing the knife, returning the knife, it was only completed in the snap of his fingers, and a blood line appeared on Fang Vein's neck, and after this blood line appeared, a dense layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared in the rest of his neck.

When people encounter danger or discomfort in an uncomfortable environment, they will always have goosebumps on their hairs.

Fang Mai is the same, it's just because this knife is too fast, and his body's reflexes can't keep up with this knife light, so he has goosebumps when his neck has already been stabbed.

This layer of goosebumps was Fang Mai's last instinctive reaction characteristic, and at this moment, he only felt that his eyes were black, and the sharp pain was just surging up and his neck was cold.

Immediately afterward, he lost all consciousness, his head split from his body, and he fell to the ground, struck by countless rocks that were still blown by the invisible wind and waves of the air, staining his neat clothes.

"Goodbye!" Zhang Xiaodao shouted loudly, and the old green cow circled and disappeared into the forest before everyone could react to the death of the leader.

These two words echoed in the forest for a long time, like an old friend who had not seen him for a long time and said goodbye when he left.

But all those with stunned and disbelief on their faces know that goodbye will really see each other again.

And seeing Fang Mai, who was separated like a corpse being chopped and chopped vegetables, they really didn't want to see Zhang Xiaodao again.

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I don't know how many years of rotten leaves have accumulated in this mountain forest, and the ground between the mountains and forests is extremely soft, and the breeze in the forest has a smell of grass and trees.

Lin Dong rushed to the waterfall, and led many people to step on the soft dead leaves, and saw the corpse of Fang Wei in the breeze smelling of grass and trees.

Lin Dong's expression became extremely ugly at this moment, he couldn't imagine that the seriously injured young man could kill Fang Mai, and even harder to imagine how much trouble that the young man would bring him after he disappeared again.

Someone docked Fang Mai's head with the corpse, looking at Fang Mai's shriveled eyes that only left blood stains, Lin Dong remembered a corpse he saw a few days ago.

This made him have to think that Zhang Xiaodao was not only a powerful physical cultivator, but also a master of close qi control, who could inflict unguardable and devastating blows on the enemy in a short distance.

The more he thought about it, the more chilled Lin Dong became, even if the half-top hat that had been cut off fell on the ground, he didn't pick it up this time, but directly took off the eaves of the hat, and it was still on the ground, and he began to breathe heavily.

Breathing is an action that every time you adjust your tension, Lin Dong continued to do this for a long time, and said to Fang Mai who was lying on the ground: "Do nothing? It's just that you want to make a splash when you want to make a difference." ”

"However, you miscalculated the strength of the enemy, you were killed, you were killed very aggrieved, presumably you will resent yourself after death, why didn't you notify me at the first time. ”

Fang Mai, who had already turned into a corpse, naturally couldn't answer, but Lin Dong stubbornly confided.

After saying an unknown number of words, Lin Dong sighed, and then squinted at these rabble that had been left behind by their master at a great cost.

Through this incident, Lin Dong understood the backbone gap between dreams and reality, and he knew that it was impossible to do great things with these rabble.

Therefore, at this moment, he decided to wait for this time to be over, and he left here, returned to his hometown in Qingzhou, and lived a comfortable life.

It was also at the moment when he decided that an arrow struck from outside the sky.

I don't know where and where the feather arrows came from, piercing the dead silence in the forest, carrying countless dead leaves on the ground, sweeping in a huge way.

Lin Dong drew his long sword, showed a wry smile, and said secretly: "It's really unforgiving." ”

Then the long sword turned into a blue and red, and slammed into the outer feather arrows.

The countless dead leaves that followed the feather arrows suddenly lost their intention to continue following after the feather arrows were blocked, and turned into dust.

On the hillside in the distance, a young man riding a green ox said, "See you again, are you okay?"

This low volume spread throughout the forest, and the retired Bian Jun'er, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, really began to have a feeling for this young man called 'great fear' in Buddhism.