A cold wind blew, the fallen leaves fluttered, and the mountain was a bleak and desolate scene.

Zhao Wenshan led two hundred soldiers to stop at the foot of Hutou Mountain, and it seemed that he had no intention of going up the mountain.

Seeing this situation, Yan Shan bowed his hand slightly towards Zhao Wenshan and said: "County Lieutenant Zhao, these little thieves are handed over to the subordinates, and there will be Master Lao on the main road down the mountain!"

Zhao Wenshan also smiled politely: "Eliminate the evil, with me, I will never let a thief escape." I hope that the young man will cherish it, and I will wait here for good news!"

The two sang and harmonized, and they didn't say anything, and they really had a taste of imminent expedition.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone! Yan Shan held a rusty long sword tightly in his hand and strode towards the mountain.

"You ......" In front of the gate of the village, a scar-faced man collapsed after saying only one word, his eyes were round, and a faint blood mark appeared in his throat.

Several black sword shadows flashed, and in disbelief, three more people fell.

Yan Shan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and he slowly walked towards the village. Kill one person in three steps, not drip blood, and everywhere you pass, a sword seals your throat, and no one can shout.

Finally, a sentry found Yan Shan and shouted, "Someone has killed ......" The voice stopped abruptly, and a ghost-headed knife flew and plunged into the sentry's throat.

At this time, the shouts came one after another, and hundreds of people poured out of the cottage, quickly surrounding Yanshan in the middle. The leader was a middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, dressed in a purple robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were bright, he glanced at Yanshan, and then looked at the corpses on the ground, and said angrily: "Break into my cottage, kill my brother, you take your life!" He waved his hand, and all the thieves waved their ghost head knives one by one and rushed towards Yanshan.

Yan Shan looked indifferent, didn't say a word, and raised his sword to meet him. His sword-wielding hand did not consider parrying, and with precise calculations, the rusty sword could always pierce or slash through the throat of the nearest thief first, and then kill the person next to him with a strange trajectory, and his body and movements also avoided the attacks of several people. He had seen a scene hundreds of times more bloody than this one, but at this moment, he was no longer a bystander, and he was also like the people he admired, killing thieves with swords. The sword is still the same sword, even if it is rusty, but he must not insult the splendor and splendor of this sword.

The sharpest tip of the sword slashes or pierces the throat that is most likely to be fatal, and people continue to fall, all of which are as indifferent and free as a leisurely stroll, picking flowers and breaking leaves.

Although these bandits are all living a life of licking blood with knives, they have never seen such a killing method, and they can't help but feel fear in their hearts.

At this time, a bearded man entered the battle circle. He was full of blood, and he was dancing with a pair of forty-pound sledgehammers in his hands.

Yan Shan's heart was as calm as water, he dodged, took a wrong step, and the tip of the sword pierced the throat of this bearded man, and blood splattered. At this moment, Yan Shan was overjoyed in his heart, and the stagnant Tiansha Mind Method had made obvious improvements.

Seeing the bearded man fall, the man in the purple shirt shouted: "We fought with him to avenge the dead brothers!"

All the thieves were also red-eyed, and rushed towards Yanshan like a desperate person.

Yan Shan was not afraid at all, holding the sword trick in his hand, and the rusty long sword continued to harvest life. At the same time, the Heavenly Evil Mind Method operates on its own in the body, and it is constantly improving.

Half an hour later, the land was soaked in blood.

Yan Shan looked at the man in purple shirt and asked, "You are Wang Hu?"

The purple-shirted man said lightly: "Yes." ”

"Then let's die!" Yan Shan's voice was cold.

Wang Hu snorted coldly, his arms shook, and the purple robe burst and flew away, revealing a body of bronzed muscles. He wore a pair of silver fist gloves on his hands, flashing with a cold cold light.

Yan Shan stabbed out with his sword, and Wang Hu swung his fist to meet him. At the moment of the fist and sword exchange, both of them were shocked.

This sword is rusty, but it is an ancient divine weapon, even if it cannot stimulate its sword intent, but the sharpness is definitely rare in the world.

This fist glove is made of thousand-year-old black iron, and it is incomparably hard. Wang Hu's practice is the power of King Kong, and each punch weighs a thousand catties, which makes this Xuantie fist glove like a tiger.

Under the blow, the long sword and fist gloves were not damaged at all, how could they not surprise the two?

Wang Hu shot again, his fist was fierce and fierce.

Yan Shan's right hand was numb, the blood in his body was churning, and he hurriedly dodged his fist with his body. He knew in his heart that he must not give the other party any more chances.

Seeing that Yan Shan was blindly dodging, not daring to touch his fist at all, Wang Hu's offensive became more and more rapid.

Between dodges, dangers abound. At this moment, Yanshan was already hovering on the edge of life and death. He knew very well in his heart that maybe there was only one chance to make a shot, and he would have to win with one blow. He was calm and calm, and the trajectory of the fist wind was clearly presented in front of him. He was calculating, waiting for an opportunity.

The moment of imminent success is often the most dangerous moment.

Seeing that Yan Shan could not be avoided, Wang Hu was secretly happy in his heart, and slammed his fists into his head.

Yan Shan's heart moved, this is this opportunity. He stabbed out with a sword, as if he hadn't seen Wang Hu's thunderous blow at all.

The next moment, the rusty long sword pierced Wang Hu's heart. Wang Hu's movements came to a standstill for a moment. At this moment, the fist wind brushed across Yan Shan's cheeks.

Wang Hu's eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink to death. How many times have the opponent's brain burst, and only a white mark has been left on his body. The body created by Vajra's divine power is as solid as a rock, and he has faith. But this time, he was wrong.

Yan Shan sat slumped on the ground, his heart surging. Precise calculation and the belief in victory are indispensable, otherwise we will surely die.

The moment the long sword pierced Wang Hu's heart, the third layer of the Heavenly Evil Heart Method was about to reach its peak, and Yan Shan also had a further understanding of the murderous aura. The moment he killed the bearded man, he deeply felt the refinement of the Heavenly Evil Mind Method, and when he killed Wang Hu, that feeling was even stronger. He couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart: Maybe the murderous aura can be transferred or inherited, and whoever I kill can have his murderous aura.

Yanshan meditated on the spot, exercised pranayama, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a meditative state.

After a long time, Yan Shan slowly opened his eyes and said to himself: "I have no choice to kill the Tao." Maybe it's going to be a very hard road, but so what? If killing is a sin, I'm willing to bear all these sins!"

Yan Shan got up and took off the pair of Xuantie fist gloves from Wang Hu's hands, and at the same time started the idea of that kind of exercise. He was meticulous and witty, so how could such a trivial matter as finding something stump him? In less than a quarter of an hour, he found a book of exercises called "Vajra Divine Power" from the secret compartment of a room in the village. He was unceremonious and stuffed it into his arms.

Then, after a full meal in the cottage, he rested for a quarter of an hour before preparing to descend the mountain. However, before going down the mountain, he also carefully dressed himself.