"A bunch of crumbs!"

Black Wind crushed the head of the monster in front of him, and the warm and wet brains splashed everywhere, spraying a lot on his face.

"Phew!"

Black Wind pretended to be vicious and spat on the ground, kicked away the corpses piled up at his feet, and leaned against the tree behind him as if he had lost his strength, and took a few heavy breaths.

"I want to kill your grandfather and cultivate for a few hundred more years...... Hiss~!"

Hei Feng let out a few cruel words, and swung his fist twice into the air, accidentally touching the wound on his ribs, and couldn't help but gasp.

Black Wind sat down against the root of the tree, his eyes twitched around, his gaze paused between the two trees not far from him, and then he naturally turned his head.

In the middle of the two trees, there stood a slightly thin figure, wearing a starched white gown, with his hands on his chest, and a hat on his head, which was pressed very low in front, and Hei Feng had just not seen his face clearly.

Black Wind wiped the blood from his hands on the cracked bark behind his back and asked in a deep voice, "Boy, how long have you been there?"

Yang Jian's body trembled slightly, as if a person who was outside the world had been pulled back into his thoughts, he raised his head a little dazedly, his eyes swept the corpses scattered on the ground, and finally froze on Hei Feng's body.

"Are you talking to me?" Yang Jian asked uncertainly.

"Is there anyone else here besides Lao Tzu and you?"

Black Wind's voice was loud, but it didn't sound harsh.

Yang Jian said: "It doesn't seem to be." ”

"That's you!"

"What did you just ask me?"

"Huh?"

Hei Feng turned his head and looked at Yang Jian's calm gaze, the corners of his mouth on both sides of his mouth rose at the same time, revealing some red teeth, and said with a cruel smile: "I asked you how long you have been standing there?"

"Yes, that's it!"

He stretched out a finger and squinted his eyes and drew several small circles at the place where Yang Jian was standing.

Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "It should be when you just killed the third monster, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Wait for me, boy, do you want to eat black?"

Black Wind raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but the coagulated plasma smeared his face instead, he licked his dry lips and swallowed his saliva.

"You think too much, I'm just passing by, and by the time you get here, you've already started fighting, I'm afraid you'll misunderstand, so I'll stand here for a while, and wait for you to finish fighting." ”

Yang Jian pressed the hat down, stepped over several corpses, and suddenly stopped when he walked to the edge of Hei Feng, glanced at the criss-crossing wounds on Hei Feng's body, and reminded: "Your injuries are not light, find a place to hide for a few days, so as not to be killed." ”

"Huh, killed?"

Hei Feng opened his mouth wide, as if he had heard some joke, "This radius of a hundred miles is Lao Tzu's territory, who dares to kill Lao Tzu!"

Yang Jian glanced at Hei Feng with deep meaning, didn't say much, walked over a few corpses, and gradually walked away.

Hei Feng stared at the direction Yang Jian left for a while, making sure that he was really gone, his tense body finally relaxed, and he fell under the tree like a puddle of mud.

"Strange guy!"

Black Wind muttered and closed his eyes sleepily.

In the forest, a pair of sparkling gloomy eyes shot towards the black wind, repeatedly sweeping over the deep bone-visible wounds on his body, and the blood slowly flowed out of the wounds, stretching out of the red soil.

"Black Wind is dying!"

The hoarse voice that came from nowhere, like a spell, like turning on a switch, countless monsters with weapons raised in the air came out from all sides, surrounding the black wind in the middle.

The faces of these monsters were excited, fearful, greedy, and hateful......

Countless swords were held high above Black Wind's head, waiting for the first butcher knife to fall, followed by a rush down.

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Yang Jian was looking up at the gray sky, and the hat was taken off his head at some point and grabbed it in his hand.

"Ah~~!"

The terrible howl resounded through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds.

Yang Jian retracted his gaze, put the hat on his head again, tilted his ears slightly, and followed the sound.

Under the low eaves, the corners of half of Yang Jian's mouth slowly hooked, revealing an evil smile.