How does it feel to see a loved one die in front of you?

The woman did not know before, but now she does.

Not long after the middle-aged scribe gave the order, the two dead heads were thrown in front of him, leaving only the young child still in swaddling clothes, and the woman was very dazed as she listened to the sound of the angry crying.

What the hell is going on with all this?

Obviously, not long ago, I was still happy, discussing trivial and warm things such as oil, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea, but ...... How can you be separated so quickly?

Looking at the woman who was crying silently, the middle-aged scribe was not too touched, he had seen a lot of this kind of thing, he had done a lot, and he would be a little uncomfortable at first, but as he had more and more lives in his hands, he became more and more indifferent, maybe even if this town was slaughtered, this gentleman who seemed to be a scholar would probably have a shallow smile and look like a gentleman.

The middle-aged scribe grinned and put his hand into the woman's arms again, but the woman just glanced at him faintly, her eyes full of hatred, eager to peel off the skin and bones of the middle-aged scribe and devour it cleanly.

The middle-aged scribe laughed, feeling that it was very useful.

Then another command went down, and soon after, the woman was left alone in the world.

At the same time, what happened in the town had reached Xu Baichuan's ears with the crowd fleeing everywhere, Xu Baichuan felt very incredible, how could there be a bandit invasion?

But the crying in the distance was a real reminder that this was a real thing.

Xu Baichuan didn't hesitate too much, and after letting Anan and the old gentleman stay in the mansion and not move, he soon carried the autumn breeze and ran away along the place where the sound came from.

When he walked to the place where the bandit was, the scene in front of him instantly ignited his anger.

What did he see?

Seeing blood flowing all over the ground, countless corpses fell on the street, dyeing the street that had been dyed white with snow into a patch of red, exuding an extremely strong smell of blood.

Xu Baichuan took a deep breath, his face was very ugly, and he didn't say a word, and the sword qi in his heart lake covered the autumn wind.

The next moment.

He took his sword and walked into the bandits.

The thieves didn't care about him, thinking that he was just a swordsman from the rivers and lakes who came to die, but after Xu Baichuan killed three or four thieves in a row, they finally began to pay attention to Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan moved like a swift wind, not caring at all whether his exposure of his cultivation was shocking, and there was only one thing he was thinking about now, that is, to kill these bandits, and there would be no one left.

Don't speak, don't stop.

Until they are all killed.

Under his uninterrupted swing of the sword, most of the thieves died quickly, although they had strong physical fitness, and practiced martial arts all year round to polish their bodies, but after all, they were only mortals, where could they compare to Xu Baichuan, who was a sword cultivator.

The middle-aged scribe took his attention away from the woman with a pale face, and when he saw the autumn wind in Xu Baichuan's hand, he sighed lightly and heavily, muttering in a low voice, how could there be a sword cultivator here?

As for being a bandit under him, he is indifferent.

For him, there are only bandits, and there are many in the mountains, even if they are all dead, it is not a big deal, as long as he goes to the mountain and raises his arms to exert some means, there will naturally be many people who take refuge in him.

He has done this kind of thing many times, and he is already familiar with it.

Just when he was thinking about Xu Baichuan's origin, those fierce and vicious thieves had already died cleanly, and even the way of death was exactly the same, cutting their throats with a sword.

From swinging the sword to stopping, it only took half a cup of tea time.

Behind Xu Baichuan, the guards and townspeople who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe were all surprised, and felt that it was incredible, Xu Baichuan, who was kind and amiable on weekdays, was like a good old man, and his martial arts were so superb!

This is more than 100 bandits, all of whom can be compared to martial arts masters, but they couldn't last a round under his sword, and they were killed in the blink of an eye.

It's just like the legendary fairy figures.

Xu Baichuan didn't have time to care about the thoughts of the townspeople, but looked at the middle-aged scribe with an indifferent expression.

The middle-aged scribe turned a blind eye to this, and still hugged the woman, but his hand had been stretched out, after all, it was a sword cultivator, and it was always right to be careful.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said: "It's sword cultivation, this is rare, could it be that I have lost a lot of luck today? ”

Xu Baichuan was silent, just holding the autumn breeze tightly and looking at the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe saw that Xu Baichuan didn't reply, and he didn't care, and said to himself: "Today is the winter solstice, I originally wanted to come down to eat some dumplings, but I didn't expect to see meat, do you say that you obediently give me the sword yourself, or will I kill you and take that sword, or will you tell me?"

Xu Baichuan looked at the middle-aged scribe, and finally spoke: "I don't think you can get it." ”

The middle-aged scribe sighed and asked why?

Xu Baichuan didn't answer him this time, but ran a few steps, and a sword light appeared in an instant.

That's his answer.

The middle-aged scribe looked calm, still did not move, and when the sword light came, he just pulled the woman over and stopped him in front of him.

The meaning is very clear, that is, to use the woman as a shield against his sword.

Xu Baichuan frowned, stopped his sword and stopped at a distance of seven steps from the middle-aged scribe, and because he forcibly withdrew the sword qi that was about to erupt, his face couldn't help but turn pale, obviously he was counterattacked.

The middle-aged scribe stood behind the woman, shaking his feather fan, and looked at Xu Baichuan with a mocking expression, in such a large public, he didn't believe that Xu Baichuan dared to kill the woman.

There were so many people watching.

This middle-aged scribe, who has read a lot of books, actually sees people's hearts very thoroughly.

"You guys, it's just a bunch of dead brains, you have already embarked on the path of cultivation, you have transcended the mundane, so you still care what these mortals are doing, if I were you, I would have stabbed down with a sword, why should I be dragged down by mortals. ”

Xu Baichuan's face was expressionless, "No matter what, you have to die after all." ”

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he laughed, his face was full of confidence, and he sneered: "Many people have said this to me, but they can only watch me go, I know that you are extremely strong in sword cultivation, but looking at your age, the realm is not too high, at most it is to practice the law, and I am on fire, it is enough to deal with you." ”

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal, and did not respond to the middle-aged scribe's speculation about his realm, but slowly accumulated sword qi, thinking about how to kill the middle-aged scribe without hurting the woman.

The woman gritted her teeth, looked at Xu Baichuan, who was silent opposite, and said loudly: "This hero, it's not a pity for the death of the people's daughter, and I ask the hero to kill this traitor and avenge my whole family." ”

The middle-aged scribe frowned, snorted coldly, looked at the stubborn woman, and reached out to slap without hesitation.

Extremely loud, extremely heavy

A red mark soon appeared on the woman's face, and blood stains appeared on the corner of her mouth.

As if she had not noticed the pain, the woman turned her head and stared at the middle-aged scribe viciously, and cried out desolately, "Traitor, you must not die well. ”

"Don't die well!"

Looking at the woman who couldn't stop screaming, the middle-aged scribe sneered: "Traitor, didn't you say that before, didn't you shout cheerfully with a gentleman, and said that you want to be the lady of the village for me, and you forgot about it so quickly?"

The woman glanced at him fiercely, didn't say anything, just quietly looked at Xu Baichuan who was standing not far away, and nodded.

Xu Baichuan stood with his sword in his hand, his face expressionless, and he took in the conversation between the two.

He had never wanted to kill a monk like this.

It was also the first time that such a deep killing intent was born.

Sword qi gushed out from the heart lake again, and white light appeared on the autumn wind.

Sharp.

After an instant, a bright sword light appeared.

Like thunder and lightning piercing the dim sky, heading straight for the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe still did not dodge, and the abacus in his heart was extremely accurate, no matter what direction Xu Baichuan took out the sword, he would face a woman, if he collected the sword, he would receive a backlash, and it would be much easier to deal with it when the time came, and if he didn't accept it, it would be a big deal to kill the woman, and there would be no loss for him anyway.

Why not?

Xu Baichuan's sword was fast, so soon, he saw the result.

It's just that the result surprised him a little.

A magic weapon that came out of nowhere suddenly enveloped the woman, and in an instant, the woman was freed from his grasp.

Just when he was surprised.

The sword light was already very close to him.

So one of his left arms was gone.

Along with his arm was a domino he had placed around his waist.

Although he is a Heart Fire Cultivator, he is still a mortal in the flesh, where can he resist the sword that Xu Baichuan has accumulated for a long time?

If it weren't for the dominoes, I'm afraid he would have died a long time ago.

The middle-aged scribe felt the sharp pain of the missing arm, and before he could stop the wound, he waved a feather fan with his only remaining right hand, and when the next sword light came, a gust of wind blew him out of the range of the sword light.

He stood at a distance of thirty steps from Xu Baichuan, looking at the familiar arm that fell to the ground, his face was full of disbelief, how could a mere practice have such a strong killing power, it was very impossible.

The middle-aged scribe still refused to guess that Xu Baichuan was a heart fire, in his opinion, it was impossible to have such a young heart fire.

It took him thirty years to reach this level.

When did it become so easy to practice?

This is the frog at the bottom of the well, and only a talented and stupid person like him finds it difficult to practice.

In fact, there is also a heart fire that is younger than Xu Baichuan.

It's just that he may never have a chance to know again.

Because the next moment.

Xu Baichuan had already crossed a distance of thirty steps, very close to him, and the autumn wind glowing with white light pierced him so much that he couldn't open his eyes.