The snow was filled with countless arrows that trembled gently in the wind and snow, like a hard grass.

Ye Mingke, who was holding the first arrow in his backhand, stood between the arrows all over the ground with Ah Ru, and looked indifferently at the group of soldiers who were almost stunned with horror.

He took another step forward, facing the black press in front of him, or holding a bow or a sword, step by step.

The eyes of those armor soldiers were full of shock and fear, and they saw Ye Mingke approaching again. The armorers stepped back slightly, clenched their bows and swords again, and roared in unison.

The archers behind them once again rained down on arrows, while the sword-wielding warriors in front of them swung their swords and rushed forward.

Ye Mingke's body leaned forward slightly, and his body, which was originally moving forward slowly, suddenly accelerated, stepping on the ground like thunder, and pulling out a snow-colored dragon on the snow.

The overwhelming rain of arrows fell, and the arrow that Ye Mingke held in his right hand turned in his hand, blocking upwards, and the afterimages of the stabbing were interspersed into pieces, and the crisp sound of the tips of the arrows touching each other was like a light aria.

In the rain of arrows, a line of arrows was swept backwards into the inky sky, cutting the rain of arrows in half. Ye Mingke jumped over the rain of arrows and crashed into the crowd.

"Ahh

A fierce roar blocked Ye Mingke's body, it was the first armor soldier who stood in front of him, the armor soldier's young and immature face widened with surprise and fear, but he still struggled to swing a knife at the monster boy in front of him.

"Bell"

Ye Mingke raised his left hand, and his hard five fingers pinched the knife that fell towards him, and the gesture turned slightly, and the sharp saber was actually broken into two halves.

Each half reflected the young soldier's stunned and shocked face.

Ye Mingke strode forward expressionlessly, grabbing the shoulder of the young armor soldier with his left hand.

Before the young soldier could scream, he was thrown into the snow more than a dozen feet away by a huge force, wailing and rolling in the snow.

"Monster!"

"Youkai!"

"The monster that the immortals want to kill. ”

The armor soldiers who gathered around screamed in horror at this unreasonable sight.

"Kill this youkai. ”

"Those who have merit can be promoted to immortals. ”

A strong man in a general's uniform roared loudly.

"Let's go together"

"Kill him. ”

Under the inky black firmament, only this one firelight gathered a dense crowd like an ant colony.

Shouts of slaughter poured in from all directions like a tidal wave, and countless hideous faces twisted and roared in the light of the shaking torches.

Ye Mingke stood on the snow, his face slightly drooping, his eyes closed.

Very tired, very tired.

You have to fight against the wind, snow and cold, you have to fight against the immortals who are high above, you have to fight these poor and hateful mortals who don't know how to comment.

Already tired, tired.

The darkness of ink, with the dim light swaying and turning before his eyes.

After another round of puffing, the armor soldiers roared hoarsely and rushed towards him again.

Ye Mingke didn't open his eyes, but once again clenched the only arrow in his hand, and on the arrow, there was the only inch he had...... Iron.

The surging crowd slapped at him again and again, and Ye Mingke went against the torrent of steel and flesh, stepping on blood and heavy snow step by step.

His face was always lowered, but the arrow he held blocked every knife that swung at him with extreme precision, piercing the wrists, shoulders, thighs, and joints of every armorer who swung at him, leaving one after another armorers who abandoned their knives and fell to the ground screaming.

But Ye Mingke's sword light in all directions became more and more intense, and those armor soldiers seemed to be inspired by those screaming comrades, and they swung their knives at him more frantically one after another.

However, Ye Mingke, who had walked out of the range of less than thirty zhang, once again swung his arrows to block the sabers that were chopped, his right hand holding the arrows trembled slightly, he lowered his face and exhaled tired and heavy breathing.

Another round of swords slashed at him, the sharp sabers refracting a dazzling chaos of light in the flickering light of the torches.

Ye Mingke, who raised his eyes, was a little dizzy by the light of the knife, and his heavy breath was full of the sweetness of blood.

He felt some nausea and extreme exhaustion, and an irrepressible ...... that welled up from the depths of this exhaustion and nausea

Rage! Anger like lava rushing underground.

"Whoosh"

Ye Mingke, who had just blocked a round of sword light, moved his ears, and his empty left hand quickly blocked the back like lightning.

"Ahh

Blood light burst out from the palm of Ye Mingke's left hand, and Ye Mingke, who was caught off guard, could barely grasp the extremely powerful arrow, which was less than an inch away from Ah Ru's pale and delicate face when it finally stopped.

Ye Mingke slowly moved his gaze as cold as ice to the place where the arrow came from, where was a tall bearded man with a big bow with horns, looking at him with a little horror and a little disbelief.

Ye Mingke closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

With a movement of his left hand, the arrow he was holding burst through the air.

He turned his head and opened his deep, inky eyes, the arrow of his right hand piercing vertically into a hand that had slashed at him.

The armorer who had been pierced through his arm by his arrow let out one terrible scream after another, and the rest of the armor were frightened by the scream.

Not far away, the bearded man with the big bow with the horns didn't even have time to scream, and his hands covered his throat, which had been pierced by arrows, and fell straight to the ground.

Ye Mingke raised his eyes and looked at the snow-white saber that was only a few inches away from his face, constantly trembling.

"Why ......"

He asked softly as he looked through the blade of the saber into the eyes of fear, resentment, and pain on the other side.

"Why don't you fear monsters, but grovel before the immortals for men to drive?"

"It's because ......"

His words paused, and his confused gaze lowered from the blade.

"Do monsters know compassion?"

"Duh"

He let go of the arrow he had been holding with his right hand, and snatched the snow-white saber from the armorer's hand with his backhand, and the snow-white sword light tore through the darkness and disappeared in a flash. Ye Mingke stepped forward again, pulling up a fluttering blood belt behind him.

Warm blood splattered on his expressionless face, and long, blood-stained hair covered half of his face.

He strode to meet the terrified armorers. In his backhand, he no longer held an arrow that was only an inch of iron, but a long, sharp knife that was already stained with blood.

Thicker blood splashed in the darkness of the night.

His face, which had been hanging down, was expressionless, and there was a quiet burning of compassion in his pupils staring at the blood on the snow.

I don't know if you deserve to die.

I only know of a man who has been studying hard for twenty years, and wants to go to his king, and ask him why he only worships ghosts and gods, and does not ask you poor people.

But he died, not at the hands of the immortals who wanted to kill him, but under the sword of his compassion.

He doesn't give a damn for it.

All I know is that the girl I am carrying behind my back is just an innocent and pure child, and she doesn't deserve to die.

All I know is that I live in this world, I haven't hurt any of you, and I don't deserve to die.

I know that you may be innocent, you may be helpless, and you may not have the courage, wisdom, or strength to change this seriously ill world.

This world full of immortals, this world where tens of millions of people seek immortals together, this world where immortals worship but eat people, this world where the wind and snow are dark.

But such a human ...... It's not beautiful.

It's too boring, it's too unfair.

It's better to go back, it's better to kill them all.

He held the blood-soaked hilt in his hand, his eyes tired, compassionate, and disgusted.

Behind him, three hundred armor had been broken.

But in front of him, most of the armorers were frightened and retreated, but there were still other armorers who roared and pounced again.

Everyone who pounced on them had determination and courage in the eyes of death, and everyone had a divine light on their faces.

At the moment they pounced, in their hearts, they were glorious warriors who fought against the devil and monsters, and fought for the wealth and glory of their families.

......

"Heh, such a world is indeed a bastard. ”

On a cedar tree in the distance, two figures stood on a branch, and an old figure looked at the battle in the firelight not far away, shaking his head and laughing wildly.

"They are afraid of the immortals who oppress them, but they dare to fight the monsters. Wanting to kill everything that is different from what they might cause them harm. ”

"They will even kill those who dare to resist, because the harm caused to them by those who dare to resist is more direct and obvious than that of the distant and unknowable immortals. ”

"It's ridiculous, it's really tiring. ”

"Aren't we going to help him?" asked softly the other figure with a heavy sword on his back, looking down at the hellish sight of the Shura.

"If he doesn't go to hell, how can he become a Buddha? Even if he is really that person, how can he be worthy of that sword and provoke the world without going through the most cruel baptism in the world?"

The old figure looked at the lonely figure walking in the firelight, walking in the heavy snow and covered in blood, majestic and indifferent.

"Besides, if we are gone. Some of our friends may not want to come. ”

The old figure's gaze moved slowly, scanning the vast wilderness beneath the inky black firmament.

And on a towering cliff facing the vast sea far away from here, an immortal in white clothes, fairy wind bones, and crane hair and childish face took the spirit rune secret letter from the disciple next to him.

He closed his eyes and sensed the message coming from the talisman.

"Heh" he chuckled, shook his head and opened his eyes, as if he had received some good news.

"Ah Yi, what do you think of this secret letter from the second child?" he asked the disciple beside him.

Yi Yimune's ordinary face did not fluctuate, he just lowered his head and said respectfully.

"It's really strange that two people appeared in a row in a short period of time. That sword priest is indeed a bit tricky, do you want the disciple to go down the mountain to deal with it?"

"Huh. Neither of the two things you said are the most important. The important thing is Article 3. ”

The crane-haired immortal chuckled and turned his gaze to the undulating sea below the cliff in front of him, with a fiery and greedy look in his eyes that was different from his indifferent face.