The mountain bandits shot a total of thirty-five feather arrows in five rounds in a row, but it was also the process of these five rounds of feather arrows that Qin Ke had approached the leader of the mountain bandits again. After all, he was not a living immortal, and in such a few volleys, he was still hit by an arrow, and the arrow pierced through the sackcloth shirt and pierced into the muscles of his shoulder.

Qin Ke frowned, knowing that he couldn't avoid this feather arrow just now, so he chose to lean sideways and use his shoulders to carry this feather arrow, although he had already expected it, but there was always pain.

However, with his body, the qi and blood bulged above his shoulders, and the tight muscles bit the invading arrow like a mouth, and finally the arrow only burrowed into the shoulder half an inch, and then he was unable to move forward again.

Qin Ke didn't stop, his legs strode like meteors, the Bodhisattva sword in his hand was sharp, he raised his hand and stabbed the leader of the mountain bandits!

The leader of the mountain bandits looked at Qin Ke so bravely, knowing that he couldn't fight the enemy at all, so he could only retreat in panic, but Qin Ke's steps pointed at his throat with every step, and the tip of the Bodhisattva's sword was as creepy as a maggot on the tarsal bone.

He gritted his teeth, raised the broadsword to meet him, and after a clanging sound, a huge force came straight through the hilt, he snorted, and looked at the blade of the broadsword with a thin opening, knowing that the Bodhisattva sword is not ordinary, but fortunately, the broadsword body is thick, but it can withstand such a chop without breaking it.

But he felt that he couldn't stand Qin Ke's strength anymore. The force that penetrated into his arm made him completely sober, and Qin Ke's cultivation was even higher than he expected!

Damn, this kind of barren mountains and mountains, how can a cultivator with such cultivation run out of a broken caravan? If you talk about the realm, this must at least be the peak of the first realm, right?

The leader of the mountain bandits scolded secretly in his heart, but Qin Ke looked at him coldly and said, "Does it hurt?"

The mountain bandit was furious, and he was about to scold, but Qin Ke's Bodhisattva sword had already slashed again, and he had no way to avoid it, so he could only hold the handle of the knife with both hands and block it desperately, and there was another ding, and the force was even greater than the last time, so that his right hand trembled, and he could barely hold the broadsword.

He suddenly shouted loudly, "What are you still standing for?

Not far behind him, the seven mountain bandits drew their knives in unison, and their voices were in a line, but they still did not rush forward, but looked at each other, as if they were hesitating. They also know the ability of their leader, as a cultivator, he can completely stand against all of them alone, and it may not be possible to distinguish the winner in a short time, but this is enough to prove how strong a cultivator is.

And at this moment, Qin Ke slashed out a sword again, the mountain bandit leader's eyes widened, and at the moment he resisted, his whole person was shocked, and then the power burst out suddenly, and he actually slashed him backwards and sat on the ground!

"You ......" The corners of the mountain bandit leader's mouth twitched, he originally thought that he had understood Qin Ke's strength, but he didn't expect that even so, Qin Ke still had reservations!

"You are already tempering your bones...... "Cultivating the three realms, each realm, is a pass, and some people are even in the pass for a lifetime, but there are always some people who ...... Obviously young, but far farther than them.

Qin Ke in front of him is obviously such a person.

Qin Ke gave him some time to breathe, but it was only so that he could get up from the ground, his trembling hand was still unable to stabilize in that blow, and his broadsword actually had a gap that was far deeper than before.

He roared again to get his men to help, and at last the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, but just as he had been relieved, the sound of horses' hooves faded away.

"You ......" The leader of the mountain bandits looked at his subordinates who fled in a hurry, and the expression on his face suddenly froze, although he knew that the so-called "brotherhood" between the mountain bandits may not be reliable, but he did not expect that he would lose his last arm at such a moment.

He slowly turned his head, and his gaze fell from Qin Ke, who was standing quietly in front of him, to the two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

Just now he was laughing at these two people for not being able to do anything, but now, he has become the one who is not self-sufficient. The world is changing so fast that it's overwhelming.

He said self-deprecatingly: "I see...... Do you want me to die like them?"

Qin Ke remembered an old saying, and said heavily: "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself." ”

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself?" The leader of the mountain bandits lowered his head and repeated Qin Ke's words, laughing inexplicably, "Who in this world is really benevolent and righteous?"

"You say. Who is really benevolent?" The leader of the mountain bandits shouted, "Is it Canghai, is it the Mo family, is it Tang Guo, or is it Jing Wu? They want the world, they want to fight, and they need money to fight, so they robbed me of all the food in my house." My brother was not yet ten years old when he starved to death. You tell me, who is benevolent, do you give him a mouthful of food to eat, or collect his body? If Lao Tzu can live a good life and can not worry about food and clothing, who the hell will ......" He pointed to the fleeing mountain bandits, "Who the fuck wants to mix with these people?"

"You have a choice. Qin Ke lowered his head and said softly, "Now there is no longer a war." You ...... too. If you have this ability, what should you do?"

"Haha. Is it possible that Lao Tzu wants to be a dart head for the rest of his life like the guy lying there, and he has to deal with the local mountain bandits wherever he goes, and he will give money and become a grandson? Or will he go back and become a farmer who farms?" The leader of the mountain bandits sneered: "Lao Tzu has no home, even if he grows grain, who will he give it to eat? Or will he wait for the world to fight and rob my house again? Lao Tzu is now a cultivator! Lao Tzu does not have a pocket!"

Qin Ke didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only be silent.

The leader of the mountain bandits opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of phlegm containing blood, just after being hit by Qin Ke, he was shocked to his heart, although the blood gushing in his throat was swallowed by him, there was still a slight residue in his mouth.

However, at this moment, he suddenly knelt down.

"I know I'm not something. There were tears in the eyes of the bandit leader, and he roared: "But Lao Tzu also wants to live." Today is Lao Tzu's planting, come on, kill me, cut here!"

Qin Ke was a little stunned for a while, and the killing intent in his stomach seemed to have been dispersed a lot, he looked at the leader of the mountain bandits, and inexplicably felt a little sympathy, perhaps, this is the pity of hateful people?

"What's the matter? Could it be that you still want to spare my life?" The leader of the mountain bandits knelt like this, approaching him step by step, "If you want to kill, hurry up! Lao Tzu is self-inflicted, it is not a pity to die, hurry up and do it, give Lao Tzu a good time!"

Qin Ke still didn't move, just looked at the leader of the mountain bandits, slightly hesitating.

And the leader of the mountain bandits lowered his head, a treacherous smirk flashed in his eyes, he got up suddenly, and the broadsword that had been dragged all the way in his hand was across his chest, and before Qin Ke could move, he slammed it up!

"A chick...... The mountain bandit's eyes were red, and the broadsword went straight to Qin Ke's throat, he knew that he only had such a chance, so he had exhausted the strength of his whole body, his qi and blood slapped the meridians like a tide, and his arm almost swelled at this moment.

If you don't win, you die!

The Bodhisattva sword drew a sharp trajectory in the air.

The broadsword that was about to wipe Qin Ke's throat could no longer move forward even a slight, and even began to fall.

The bandit's eyes widened, his forearms had left his body, and at the moment when the blood beads were flying, he felt a cold thing enter his body.

Bodhisattva sword.

Eventually, benevolence turned into a cold killing intent, and it drank blood again, and a pounding heart was finally pierced by it with a terrifying edge.

Qin Ke twisted it, and the Bodhisattva sword spun, finally screwing that heart. As the leader of the mountain bandits fell, he swung his sword suddenly, and countless blood splashed along the spine of the sword.