Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and shattered corpses could be seen everywhere in the barracks, and the bloody qi spread through the air like a blood mist.

After a short silence, the Qing army camp erupted in an astonishing and miserable shout.

"Run!"

"Help! Help me! ”

The originally neatly arranged military formation, after Song Xuan killed hundreds of people with a single sword, the entire battalion directly collapsed, and the Qing soldiers who dropped their weapons and scurried around could be seen everywhere.

There is a limit to human willpower, and after exceeding the threshold of fear, the spirit will collapse, leaving only the instinct to survive.

Before the battle started, he was reduced by one-tenth of his troops with a sword, and even several generals of the army died, and this battle was still a fart!

At this moment, the Qing army only hated that his father and mother had two legs missing, and he was afraid that if he ran slower than others, he would die under the second sword qi of that terrible man.

The corners of Song Xuan's mouth rose and he smiled.

The fighting will of these Qing troops was not as high as he imagined, and he thought that he would have to come to another sword formation before it would collapse.

But now that the army is scattered, the time of harvest has come.

If thousands of people maintain a complete military formation, it will indeed be difficult to kill with various weapons such as firearms, bows, crossbows, shields, etc., and the consumption of true qi will also be greater.

But now, the formation is scattered, and thousands of Qing soldiers fleeing in all directions, to be honest, are easier to kill than thousands of pigs.

The pigs of the New Year, several people can't hold it down, but the deserters who are scattered are almost effortless to kill!

In the next moment, Song Xuan's figure jumped up, and the Spiral Nine Shadow Body Method was urged to the extreme, and the person turned into nine figures in mid-air.

With one turning into nine, the nine long swords were like thunder and lightning, and where they passed, one by one the heads flew up, and the speed was so fast that the human eye could not catch it at all.

Thousands of heads, in the case that the Qing army did not resist, for Song Xuan, it was nothing more than a thousand times of sword, and even true qi could not be consumed much.

An hour later, Song Xuan stood in front of the barracks, looking at the densely mutilated corpses, his expression was indifferent.

When he was about to turn around and leave, Song Xuan stopped, and the long sword waved, volleying in the air, and the sword seemed to be writing something like a swimming dragon.

Soon, several eye-catching big characters appeared on the stone pier outside the barracks.

"Murderer, Song Xuan!"

With that, he sheathed his sword, glanced at a small hill in the distance, and then turned away without thinking.

After a long time, two men walked out from behind the hill.

One was tall and bearded, and the other was a young man, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with a somewhat thin figure and a look of horror on his face, looking left and right from time to time.

The bearded man walked ahead, looking at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in the barracks, and gasped, "One person slaughtered a barracks, it is easier to kill people than to kill chickens, even if it is the chief helmsman of my Heaven and Earth Society, it is far inferior!" ”

The young man said in fear: "Brother Mao, is that really a person?" How can a person be so powerful? ”

He felt that his worldview had collapsed, he knew that there were some powerful masters in this world who killed people like slaughtering dogs, and he had also seen Brother Mao next to him kill dozens of Qing soldiers by himself.

In his opinion, Brother Mao is already the top master in this world, and he never thought that the scene he saw today really made him unbelievable.

The barracks of thousands of people were slaughtered by one person, and except for a few who were lucky enough to escape on horseback in advance, basically all of them died at the hands of one person.

Is this still human?

Even if King Yama came to the world to cut leeks, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so silky, right?

Brother Mao took a deep breath, "Xiaobao, you are not a martial arts person, I don't know that there is a kind of master in this world called a martial arts master!"

Martial arts master, with a wave of his hand to suppress people with the power of heaven and earth, the legend is that he can break into the army alone, and in the absence of a master of the same level, one person can break an army! ”

The young man was envious and adoring: "Brother Mao, could it be that the person we saw just now is a legendary martial arts master?" ”

"Probably not!"

Mao Eighteen frowned and pondered, "Since the great changes in the heavens and the earth last year, all the martial arts masters have left, and there is no grandmaster in the Qingzhou realm now. ”

The young man was puzzled, "Then since that hero is not a grandmaster, why is he so powerful?" ”

"I don't know!" Mao Shibai shook his head, "After all, in the eyes of a real master, I am no different from ordinary people. How strong the martial arts between top masters can be, that's not something I can know. ”

The young man sighed, staring at the stone pier in front of the military camp in the distance, the handwriting on it was inexplicably murderous, and his eyes began to hurt after a few more glances.

The young man rubbed his eyes, "Murderer Song Xuan, Brother Mao, do you know Song Xuan?" ”

Mao Shibai shook his head, "I've never heard of it." But after today, I'm afraid this name will spread all over the world! ”

As he spoke, he took Xiaobao's hand, "Let's go, that person glanced at us before leaving, and he should have found us." ”

Xiaobao smiled disappreciatively: "What are you afraid of, that Song Daxia should be specifically going to kill Tartars, and we didn't provoke him, what is there to be afraid of?" ”

Mao Shibai smiled, "That's right, you kid can see it." Our Heaven and Earth Society is also dedicated to killing Qing dogs, and we are friends and enemies with him, so there is really no need to be afraid.

I was really shocked by his martial arts just now, but I was confused with my thoughts.

Let's go, there is such a killing god in the rivers and lakes, we must bring the news back as soon as possible! ”

......

Thundered!!

Bursts of spring thunder sounded, and Song Xuan rode a war horse taken from the Qing army camp on the official road, and looked up at the dark clouds.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what's going on, every time he kills people on a large scale, most of them will encounter rainy days.

Now it's only early spring, and the rain is mixed with the cold wind, even Song Xuan feels a little cold.

Now that the whole world is covered in a rain curtain, he doesn't mind rushing in the rain, but the war horse under him is a little unbearable.

After a moment's hesitation, he looked around, and then rode toward a small hill not far away.

Halfway up the mountainside, there is a Taoist temple, the Taoist temple is not big, it seems to be in disrepair and has long lost the incense, although it is broken, but it is a place to hide from the rain.

Tethering the war horse under the eaves to hide from the rain, Song Xuan pushed the door in, looked at the messy ground, waved his robe, and the strong wind blew the dust off the ground.

Standing in front of the statue of Sanqing and looking at it, Song Xuan bowed and saluted, "Junior Song Xuan, borrow here for one night, and I hope the three Tianzun will forgive me if I disturb you." ”

Originally, he didn't believe in gods, but since he crossed over, he has been in awe of the fairy gods, otherwise, there is really no explanation why he can cross.

For the Taoist supreme god like Sanqing, you can not believe it, but you can't blaspheme!

He found a dilapidated futon from the Taoist temple, sat on it, and began his daily cultivation.

He had just killed thousands of people, his spirit was extremely excited, and the killing intent on his body had not completely dissipated even now, so it was a good time to temper his spiritual will.