"Sister, why hasn't Brother Yan come back yet?" In a jungle at the foot of Hutou Mountain, Zhang Ye's face was full of sadness.

The sun was already in the west, and Li Ruoxian and Zhang Ye had been waiting here for more than two hours, but they had not yet seen Yanshan return, and Zhang Ye couldn't help but worry.

Li Ruoxian smiled and said, "You don't have to worry, he'll be fine." With his temperament, he will definitely eat and drink enough in the cottage before going down the mountain. ”

Zhang Ye seemed to think of something, and nodded seriously.

Li Ruoxian looked at the scene of those people drinking wine and eating meat in large pieces, took a bite of the baked cake in his hand hard, and secretly cursed Yanshan several times in his heart.

At this moment, a bloodied young man with a long sword and a limp walked slowly down the mountain.

"Brother Yan is injured!" Seeing Yan Shan like this, Zhang Ye was very worried.

Li Ruoxian snorted coldly and said, "He's fine, pretend." ”

Zhang Ye didn't understand, but he didn't bother to think so much. In his heart, as long as Brother Yan is fine, nothing else matters.

Zhao Wenshan looked at Yan Shan and said with a smile: "It's really not easy for the young man to come back alive!"

Yan Shan coughed a few times before he reluctantly said: "I was lucky enough to pick up half a life, and I finally avenged the shopkeeper Xu and the villagers in Zhangjia Village." ”

"Sure enough, it's a hero out of a teenager! But it's a pity. Zhao Wenshan sighed lightly.

Yan Shan looked puzzled.

Zhao Wenshan showed a smug look on his face and said with a smile: "This will be your burial place, and today next year will be your sacrifice day." I'm not afraid to tell you that the people in Qingyuan Inn and Zhangjia Village were all killed by Wang Hu by me. ”

Hearing this, Yan Shan was furious, straightened his waist, and asked sharply, "Why?"

"Why, you kid dare to spoil my good deeds, I want you to make you can't survive, you can't die!" Zhao Wenshan laughed wildly.

Li Ruoxian's heart trembled. I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. How can it not be sad that hundreds of lives have died due to such causes and effects? She secretly resolved that she must do whatever it takes to get rid of this inhumane beast today.

"Hah...... Haha......" Yan Shan also smiled, his voice bleak and cold.

Zhao Wenshan's face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Kill him." ”

Hearing this, hundreds of soldiers drew their swords and killed Yanshan.

Yan Shan shouted: "Zhao Wenshan, aren't you afraid that Lord Song will know about this?"

Zhao Wenshan said with a smile: "Except for a few of my cronies, the rest of the soldiers here are all dead soldiers of my Zhao family. Everything is in my plan, you died heroically, and I led the army to exterminate the thieves in Hutou Mountain, haha......"

The rusty long sword slashed through the throats of the seven people, and Yan Shan said coldly: "This is the best!"

Yan Shan pinched the sword trick in his hand and rushed back and forth among the soldiers along a strange trajectory. His expression was calm, as if he were strolling leisurely, and in just one cup of tea, seventeen people died under his sword.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Wenshan frowned slightly, but he didn't care very much.

Li Ruoxian glanced at Zhao Wenshan and sneered: "Wicked people have their own wicked grinding. ”

"Sister, are you saying that Brother Yan is also a wicked person?" Zhang Ye looked ignorant.

Li Ruoxian didn't know how to explain it, and shook his head with a wry smile.

People keep falling, and some people continue to rush to kill, the dead are fearless, and Yanshan is not afraid.

Zhao Wenshan's face finally changed, in half an hour, hundreds of soldiers were killed, but Yan Shan was uninjured, which is really incredible.

Li Ruoxian secretly thought: In the melee, this sword killing sword technique is like a fish in water, could it be that this sword technique was created by which general with the experience of killing enemies on the battlefield? If this is the case, this general must have an extremely high martial arts talent, and countless people must die under his sword. And that rusty long sword, I don't feel awe-inspired? This kid is full of mystery, and he must ask about it in the future.

At this moment, Yan Shan was outnumbered and had the upper hand, but he did not dare to slack off. The sword is a weapon that exists purely for the purpose of killing, the king of a hundred soldiers, the supreme and noble, once unsheathed, you must go all out. Ruthlessness under the sword, this is the minimum respect, both for the sword itself, and for the opponent. This was the teaching of those whom he revered the most, and he would never forget it.

Unconsciously, the third layer of the Heavenly Evil Mind Method reached its peak, and it was only one step away from breaking through. Yan Shan is waiting for someone to make a move, waiting for this critical kick to arrive.

Zhao Wenshan is also waiting for someone to make a move. He firmly believed that once this person made a move, Yan Shan would definitely die.

However, this man still did not make a move.

Yan Shan could really feel that there was always a pair of eyes staring at him, and there was a strong murderous aura that seemed to be absent. He thought of a profession - killers.

Assassins make a living from assassination, and they can use any means, with the help of any tool, to strike only at the most favorable time, even if they sacrifice themselves, to complete the mission. This is their mission, there is no right or wrong, no distinction between dignity and inferiority.

Yan Shan secretly thought to himself: If he doesn't give this person a chance to make a move, he will definitely escape, and the days to come will be sad. He must be eliminated today.

The killings continued, and people kept falling. The soldiers were numb, without fear, without emotion, and only rushed to kill with the most primitive instincts, as if a voice was calling, and dying under the rusty sword was their best destination.

This kind of irrational rush did not pose any threat to Yan Shan. Yan Shan glanced at the battlefield, looked at the remaining seven people, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

In the middle of this breath, a murderous aura suddenly soared, and a black figure was as fast as a ghost, and a cold light pierced Yan Shan's vest.

Yan Shan's heart trembled, his body turned, and a sword stabbed out.

"Beware!" At the same time, a long howl was heard from the bushes not far away, and a cyan figure flashed out.

The next moment, an ordinary-looking man in a black power suit stood opposite Yan Shan, holding an extremely ordinary but extremely sharp short sword in his hand. The rusty long sword pierced the man's heart, but the short sword only stabbed Yan Shan's flesh.

The third layer of the Heavenly Evil Heart Method broke through and entered the fourth layer. Yanshan's heart fluctuated, his internal force doubled, and the true qi in the dantian was endless.

The cyan figure fell beside Yan Shan, it was Li Ruoxian. Seeing such a scene, she breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "You are joking with your life. If that sword grows two inches longer, you'll be a dead man!"

Yan Shan chuckled lightly and said, "If it weren't for that, this benevolent brother wouldn't have made a move, and I don't want to live in fear in the future." ”

Li Ruoxian snorted coldly and ignored him anymore, but in his heart he admired his courage and self-confidence very much.

Yan Shan pulled out his long sword, his body swayed, and his speed was much faster than before. The rusty sword slashed through the throats of the other six, and there seemed to be some relief in those dull eyes. Perhaps, only by dying, they can be liberated, this is their fate.