Although Ji Yunxi killed many people, he didn't come forward, after all, he also needed to recover after fighting so many people.

He stood diagonally with the sword in his right hand, his eyes never relaxing for a moment on the people in front of him.

Zhenghao was on the side, and the sword had been pulled out of the bandit, and the thief had fallen, but Zhenghao was out of breath and in a disordered mind.

But the sword was still tightly held in his hand and did not let go, and the bandits wandered for a while, lost patience, and several of them glanced at each other and rushed forward together.

Ji Yunxi raised his sword and was about to deal with these people, when a dart shot coldly and straight away, pointing directly at Zhenghao.

Zhenghao didn't seem to react, and he didn't react until the dart was about to reach Zhenghao's head.

A snow-white figure rushed in front of him, slashing the dart aside with a sword.

This figure stood in front of Zhenghao, making Zhenghao feel afraid that death was only half a step away from him.

Looking at this cold snow-white figure, Zhenghao felt warm.

And what Zhenghao couldn't see was the bloodstains in front of Ji Yunxi, who was accidentally slashed when Ji Yunxi was distracted to save Zhenghao just now.

The wound was not deep but a little blood oozed out, and Ji Yunxi didn't have time to care about the injury.

He didn't look back, only said, "You retreat one after another." ”

Zhenghao knew that this was meant for him, so he took a few steps back.

Seeing that Zhenghao was far away from him, he stood the sword in front of him with his right hand, and the middle finger of his left index finger wiped the sword body, his eyes stared at the momentum of the few bandits in front of him gradually climbing, and the few people on the opposite side were stared at by Ji Yunxi as if they had fallen into an ice cave and their limbs were cold.

A trace of cold air slowly emanated from around Ji Yunxi's body, which made Zhenghao feel a little cold.

Soon after Ji Yunxi gathered qi, the cold qi became stronger and stronger, and I saw Ji Yunxi flip the sword, and the sword body carried a strong cold qi, and the cold qi condensed into a light and thin sword qi.

He swung his long sword and swept it, and the cold ice sword qi broke through the air and made a "Zheng" sound, and the cold air instantly swept over several people on the opposite side and attacked Zhenghao alone.

I saw that several people's bodies were covered with ice flowers, and their bodies were already frozen and stiff, and then they fell, This move is called Ice, and it turns its own internal force into cold and splits the cold in the body, and the blood of the cold people in the body is sealed by the cold and dies quickly.

A few people with weapons and those who attacked Zhenghao all died of cold air, and only Ji Yunxi Zhenghao and Wei Shan, who was holding a mace, were still standing in the hall.

The rest had been reduced to corpses, and blood was pouring down the hall.

Ji Yunxi stood with his face a little pale, and after a fight, he used the trick of ice sealing, which consumed a lot of internal strength, and he was a little weak.

Wei Shan stood up from his seat, he took the mace in his hand, he didn't say much and ran directly with his sturdy body in an instant, his right hand was charged to raise the mace, and when he reached Ji Yunxi, he smashed it directly.

The mace was covered with steel needles shining sharply, and there were blood stains on it, mixed with a fishy wind that shone on Ji Yunxi's face and smashed over.

Ji Yunxi raised his sword horizontally to block this powerful blow, and the sword collided with each other and made a piercing sound.

Wei Shan's face was hideous, the strength in his hands continued to increase, and the mace approached Ji Yunxi's cheek little by little.

Ji Yunxi's upward force seemed a little difficult, but Wei Shan stopped exerting force when he was about to approach Ji Yunxi's cheek.

Instead, he directly lifted the mace and smashed it down violently, Ji Yunxi could only continue to block, Wei Shan raised the mace again and slammed it towards Ji Yunxi with a wild laugh.

Although he was blocked by Ji Yunxi every time, Ji Yunxi obviously felt that he couldn't resist this person's strength.

Wei Shan didn't attack again, he changed his stick to two hands, took a step back with his right foot, took a step back with his left foot, and grabbed the mace with both hands and swung it at Ji Yunxi's waist.

This action was like chopping a tree with a sharp axe, and the mace slashed at Ji Yunxi with unstoppable force.

Ji Yunxi didn't dodge or retreat, holding the sword in both hands and slashing at the mace, the sword stick collided with the thin sword body and the thick mace, which made the long sword so vulnerable.

But the mace stopped, the long sword stuck between the fangs but could not advance an inch, and the expression on Wei Shan's face became stunned.

His strength didn't even knock this weak boy away, and at this time, ice flowers appeared where the mace came into contact with the sword body.

Immediately after that, the ice flower spread rapidly, directly freezing the entire mace, along with Wei Shan's hand.

Wei Shan felt the cold pain coming from his hand and he couldn't help but scream, Ji Yunxi took the long sword back and held it in his right hand.

With a flip of his right hand and a backhand sword, he slashed at Wei Shan's huge body, only to see a cold light sword qi flash.

Wei Shan was split into two ice sculptures, "Ice Crack Slash" Ji Yunxi's specialty move can be practiced to Dacheng, a sword can cut people apart, and seal the deep cold air into ice cubes, which can kill the enemy instantly.

The ice fell to the ground, shattering to the ground, and there were no more bandits in the hall.

With a "bang", Ji Yunxi inserted the sword into the scabbard, and except for a trace of blood on his waist, the rest of his body was still snow-white.

Ji Yunxi turned to look at Zhenghao, only to see Zhenghao's body trembling slightly.

There was no expression of fear on his face, and his hands were still tightly gripping his sword.

Ji Yunxi walked up to Zhenghao, put his finger on the sword, and gently flicked the sword to the side.

He said to Zhenghao, "It's over." ”

Hearing this, Zhenghao's tense nerves relaxed, and he put down his sword and recovered.

But Zhenghao glanced at the severed arms and stumps all over the hall, felt his head dizzy, and his stomach turned upside down, and he couldn't help but run to the corner and vomit.

Ji Yunxi was not surprised to look at Zhenghao like this, as if he saw that he was vomiting like Zhenghao back then.

But he will always get used to it, just as he will get used to killing in the future.

Ji Yunxi took Zhenghao to see this scene today, so that Zhenghao knew the cruelty of the fight.

It also made him understand the cruelty of the world, the respect of the strong is like a thief killing all the villagers, and just like he killing the thief, this is also a growth for Zhenghao.

Ji Yunxi was about to take Zhenghao out of the hall, and there was a sound of breaking wind outside the hall, and a spear shot straight at Ji Yunxi from outside the door

Before Ji Yunxi took a step, he had already noticed it, and took Liu Yi back, and the spear Peng thrust into the ground with a loud bang.

A figure rushed in with the spear, he rushed to the spear, pulled out the spear with his right hand, and pointed at Ji Yunxi angrily: "You killed my group of brothers?"

This man is the one who killed the eldest brother, and he has just gotten rid of the scourge of the cottage when he sees that his brothers have died, and he is already furious.

Ji Yunxi didn't say a word at him, but pointed his sword directly at the center of the man's eyebrows.

The man furrowed his brows and shouted, and rushed forward with his gun in both hands.

I saw that the man rushed towards Ji Yunxi with a gun in both hands, and poked it directly.

Ji Yunxi dodged to the side with a strange posture, and stabbed at the man with a sword, and the man withdrew his spear to remove Ji Yunxi's sword.

The man opened his long sword and looked at the empty space in Ji Yunxi's chest, and directly stabbed it out.

Ji Yunxi flipped his sword against his chest to block this move, but that person had good strength and actually knocked Ji Yunxi back two steps.

But he didn't hurt Ji Yunxi, so he changed his moves, retreated the spear, stepped back, jumped up directly, and smashed the spear down on the top of Ji Yunxi's head.

This move was so powerful that Shen Ji Yunxi couldn't take it hard, he mobilized the internal force of his whole body to gather on his feet, and he dodged the spear sideways.

The spear grazed Ji Yunxi's body and smashed to the ground, and with a loud "bang", the ground was smashed apart.

Ji Yunxi stabbed with a sword before the man got up, but the sword was shorter than the gun, and the man squatted on the ground, so he raised the spear and swept it towards Ji Yunxi, stabbing a sword.

Ji Yunxi changed his move halfway, raised the sword and pressed the man's spear under the sword.

Seeing that his spear was restrained, he stood up and provoked Ji Yunxi's sword on the spear.

Ji Yunxi's single-handed sword is naturally no match for his two-handed pistol, and his internal strength is not enough to unleash the cold ice sword qi again, but Ji Yunxi's sword is light and agile, even if he doesn't have sword qi, he still has a three-foot long sword.

His body was like a ghost, and the long sword with the afterimage slashed directly along the body of the man's spear.

"Boom" is the sound of a spear falling to the ground.

The man knelt on the ground with his hands on his neck and legs, but he fell anyway with blood splattered.

Ji Yunxi shook the sword, shook off the bloodstains, and then returned the long sword to its sheath.

On the other side, Zhenghao also saw the whole process and saw the master's strength again, and at this time Ji Yunxi reined in his breath.

He said to Zhenghao, "Let's go, it's time for us to go down the mountain." ”

Zhenghao couldn't wait to say "yes", he had long wanted to leave this place, so the two walked out of the hall and left the cottage.

When there was no one in the hall, a figure sneaked in through the side door.

This person went to report to the eldest brother, and at this moment he was clutching a treasure chest with both hands, and his eyes flashed with crazy joy.

Now everyone has been lying down here, and he is the only one, and he is about to leave the cottage with the most precious treasure and go to the world.

And then the footsteps of another man entered the hall, and it was a delicate figure, wrapped in a long robe, and staggering.

She didn't have time to dress, it took her a long time to recover from the death of the man who had taken her hand.

When he heard that someone else was coming in, he hid with the box, but when he saw that it was a charming sister-in-law, his eyes were lustful.

With a brisk stride, he rushed forward and grabbed the woman by the hand, pinched her chin with one hand, and licked his tongue at the back of his neck.

He said: "Hey, hey, sister-in-law, it's just the two of us here, follow me, let's take these treasures enough for us to get away." ”

The sister-in-law did not resist, but said coquettishly: "Okay, just the two of us are at ease." ”

As she spoke, she turned her head and spat at him with her red lips.

He felt his whole body crisp, but then his pupils dilated with horror, and he slowly lowered his head and plunged a dagger into his heart.

He retreated in horror, but the dagger was thrust into him, and he was powerless.

The woman walked over softly and squatted in front of him with a smile on her face, she no longer had the look of resistance that she did not dare to resist the person who had taken him.

The smile contained coquettishness, and a hint of cruelty that she had never even noticed.

A black crow fluttered its wings and landed on the corpse of the stone wall of the cottage, its black eyes were scarlet, and it screamed "Whoa-whoa-whoa" with its mouth wide open.

In this deserted cottage, it is the last creature to survive.

On the way down the mountain, Ji Yunxi said to Zhenghao: "Your cultivation is not enough, today's narrow victory over that person's luck accounts for seven points, strength accounts for three points, that person sees that you are young and is lightly stabbed by your sword, if that person treats you cautiously It is difficult to win, you need to continue to exercise in the future, I will teach you swordsmanship moves in the future, and you must not slack off." ”

Zhenghao was in a very good mood because he had avenged his grandfather, and said with a smile: "Good master." ”

The two returned to the village to make a simple tombstone and funeral for the villagers, and the two set out on their journey again.