Black Wind swung his fist and smashed a rushing monster into the air, staggered back a few steps, crashed under a tree, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He wiped the corners of his mouth, glared angrily at the monsters standing in a row of tigers, and roared fiercely: "Miscellaneous, if you don't want to die, come up and see if Lao Tzu's fists are hard, or your heads are hard!"

The monsters held blood-stained weapons in their hands, and one by one you look at me, I look at him, and they dare not step forward in fear.

Black Wind had two rusty short swords stuck in his belly, one of which was slashed from the shoulder to the ** position by the neck and stuck in the ribs.

"He's out of energy!"

"His blood is going to drain!"

The youkai shouted to boost their morale and strain the will of their enemies, and then launched a wave of charges.

"Whew~Huh...... Call...... Whoosh~"

Black Wind's body was crooked to one side, greedily breathing air, the sole of his left foot was cut off, the flesh on his thigh was completely shaved off, revealing Sen Sen's white bones, several cuts were made on his stomach, and a few intestines hung out, and as soon as the wind blew, it kept swaying.

Blood continued to seep out of the wound, and then slowly dried, forming a dark red blood scab on Black Wind's body, which looked like a red armor from a distance.

However, it is already scarred.

"Come again! Even if Lao Tzu dies, he will have to pull a few more cushions!"

Black Wind roared at the top of his throat, his originally neutral voice becoming a little hoarse under his weakness.

"I think, almost, we can stop!"

A gray-robed man wearing a hat came out of the woods, calmly walked between the black wind and the demons, and bent down to pick up a long knife on the ground.

Hei Feng looked at Yang Jian, who suddenly appeared, his face flashed with a little surprise, and then he grinned, and said clearly: "You really still want to eat black and eat black." ”

Yang Jian turned around and walked in front of Hei Feng, looked down at him and said, "I haven't done a single thing from beginning to end, and I even kindly gave you a wake-up call." ”

"Hehe, the first time I see you, I don't look like a good thing!"

"Thanks for the compliment. ”

"you ~cough cough~"

Sticky plasma kept gushing out of Black Wind's nose and mouth, and his blood was running dry.

Yang Jian looked at this scene calmly and said, "You can't live anymore, how about doing me a favor?"

"Help you?" Hei Feng looked at Yang Jian with an unkind gaze, and sneered: "Why do you ...... Lao Tzu?"

A cold light flashed, and the corpse of Black Wind separated.

Suddenly, the smooth cut of the neck flowed like a column, like a fountain, bubbling and flowing.

Yang Jian looked indifferent and said, "It's just a matter of a knife, how can there be so many reasons!"

He kicked down the corpse of Black Wind in one fell swoop, and then sat down without hesitation, looking at the group of monsters opposite him with cold eyes.

"From now on, this place is in my charge!"

The monsters stared at Yang Jian with fear, and asked angrily, "Why!"

"Why?"

The knife in Yang Jian's hand flew out and stabbed into the head of a monster, and the tip of the knife peeked out from the back of the head.

He picked up a knife from the ground again and said lightly: "There is no reason, this is a multiple-choice question, agree or die." ”

The monsters were silent, and they stared at Yang Jian tightly, with different expressions on their faces.

Unwillingness, fear, anger, hostility, calmness......

Finally, the first monster came out and fell at Yang Jian's feet, then the second and third......

Yang Jian got up and looked down coldly at the group of poisonous snakes crawling on the ground, he raised the knife in his hand and hacked to death a monster closest to him.

The head that fell to the ground rolled around a few times, stopped motionless, like a stone.

The monsters raised their heads and looked at Yang Jian in horror, not understanding why he was doing it.

"I'll try the knife fast. ”

Yang Jian explained, he stuck the knife into the ground, watched the blood slowly flow down from the blade, and then nodded seriously.

"Well, pretty fast!"