At this moment, his image is incomparably glorious.

Everyone's eyes continued to rise with his figure, facing the rising sun, shining brightly!

In the eyes, there is expectation, longing, and more admiration.

After all, it is rare for a leader to be able to sacrifice his life himself.

However, the efforts and determination of the leader of the warriors were worthless in Xu Yang's eyes.

With a flash of the sword, against the backdrop of the rising sun, the body of the warrior leader split in two and slowly fell down the city wall.

At this moment, it seems that even the morning sun behind him has a faint crack.

The originally noisy city wall has become a deathly silence at this moment.

That is a second-order powerhouse, who has very high requirements for these guards on weekdays, and there have been ruffian warriors who are not long-sighted to provoke, but they are honest after every fact.

However, the other party is just one person, a knife, or when he is in adversity, he makes a knife at will in a desperate situation.

Convenient, one knife, two cuts.

The brief silence was broken when blood sprayed out of the air, and every warrior in charge of guarding it fled out of the city in a frenzy.

Morale is gone.

This is the disadvantage of an iron-fisted leader, and when his personal body is destroyed, the discipline and martial spirit he brings with it will disappear.

Xu Yang's feet only stood still at this time, his feet stepped on the pass, and an arc floated at the corner of his mouth, killing people was for Liwei, and also to avoid unnecessary killing.

Today, the enemy will be many and strong.

There is no need to exterminate this miscellaneous army.

You must know that although these martial artists are only third-order and fourth-order, they are already considered to be top masters in the red world, but in Luo Laofeng, in the "Iron Finger Gate", and in Xu Yang's eyes, they are just useless miscellaneous soldiers.

Xu Yang knew that if he killed Luo Laofeng alone today, he would face far more enemies than he imagined, so his first sword must be powerful enough.

This second-order martial arts leader is just right.

Without him exaggerating too much, naturally someone will pass on the power of his sword to the peak.

When the time comes, martial artists whose martial arts are lower than the second order will definitely not dare to make a move in front of them at will.

Therefore, misfortune and blessing depend on it.

He slowly sheathed the Cold Moon Treasure Sword, turned around and ran towards the city gate on the other side.

Don't look back.

Under the city wall, the originally cold and fierce warrior leader lay quietly in the corner, and no one would remember him.

He didn't even have a name.

............

"Fifty-five, fifty-six......" Feng Ling's sword was stained with blood, and the black clothes on his body were also stained with dark marks.

"Sixty-one, sixty-two......" Jin Guangli's steel rod was stained with human blood, but the yellow windbreaker on his body was clean.

Obviously, his martial arts are much more mellow than Feng Ling's.

Moreover, he killed more people.

To say that these warriors are really diehards, they fought until the last moment, and the last person did not escape.

At this time, even Feng Ling and Jin Guangli were tired of killing.

The body is not tired, the heart is tired.

The last martial artist looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his martial arts skills were not high, but he was very lucky, and he escaped under the Fengling Sword every time.

"Surrender. Feng Ling shouted.

He really didn't have any interest in killing such an insignificant young martial artist again.

Moreover, looking at his age, Feng Ling even thought of himself many years ago.

The young warrior sneered, turned his eyes to look at the corpses around him, and the sneer gradually turned into sadness: "They are all dead, my companions are dead, you let me live alone?"

Jin Guangli raised his steel rod and pointed at the young martial artist and said, "Do you think you have a chance to avenge them? . ”

The young warrior lowered his head: "You guys killed Luo Laofeng, and you still want to be a good person when the matter comes?" Let me see your brutality!"

After that, a fierce knife slashed.

The knife is fast, and the moves are very refined.

If it was before he had taken refuge in Xu Yang, it would have been difficult for even Jin Guangli to deal with this knife, let alone Feng Ling.

But this time is different from the past, in the eyes of Feng Ling now, the sword of the young martial artist is certainly good at his age, but ...... Now, well.

The sword light training also seemed to be slashing at Feng Ling, even with the limited vision of this young martial artist, he could see that Feng Ling was much weaker than Jin Guangli.

Feng Ling is very depressed, he actually became a soft persimmon?

The sword light is like snow, passing through the only gap in the training,

The knife is like the wind, no matter how strong the wind is, the snowflakes can still pass through.

Blood splattered.

The young warrior was actually laughing, eating and laughing.

His chest had been pierced by a sword, and anyone could see that he was dead.

But at least he died laughing.

He muttered a few words before he died, but unfortunately, his voice was too weak for anyone to hear.

Except for himself.

"Team leader, I'm not a coward, you also have mistakes, after you go down, I have to admit your mistakes!"

With a "poof", the body fell.

On the ground, one hundred and twenty corpses.

One is not many, one is not many.

Feng Ling sighed softly.

Jin Guangli said solemnly: "Don't be sad about the spring and autumn, put away your worthless sympathy." If it weren't for the fact that this young man's martial arts were too poor, your overflowing heart would definitely kill you!"

Feng Ling was taken aback, what Boss Jin said was not bad at all, and he was obviously half a beat slower to shoot.

Is it because of the boy's stubbornness, or because of his aversion to killing?

Feng Ling couldn't tell the difference, but as Boss Jin said, he was able to kill the young martial artist because of the disparity in strength.

If the two of them had similar martial arts, it was likely that it would not have been this boy who died.

Xiang Guangli arched his hand and said, "Thank you for your advice!" But it's time for us to chase Mr. Xu now." ”

Kim Kwang-ri didn't answer, but his actions proved his attitude.

He didn't even have time to pick up the contents of the tent, but ran straight down the path.

Feng Ling immediately chased after him, his martial arts were not as good as Boss Jin, but he was absolutely confident in his light skills!

The autumn wind blew in the mountains, and in addition to the bleakness it should have, there was also a strong smell of blood.

Here on the mountain road, next year's spring flowers are sure to bloom brightly.

............

Xu Yang broke through three levels in a row, and sure enough, each one was extremely sad.

With mental calculations or not, he had been going smoothly all the way before, but unfortunately after being exposed, such a relaxed and pleasant journey came to an end.

Although the guards of the three levels did not have masters above the second order, there were a large number of them, and even Xu Yang was a little tired now.

At the same time, there are already seven masters who died under his knife.

Seven second-order masters, seven swords.

When the remnants of the warriors fled, the fear in their eyes could not be concealed.

The god of death came, but that's it.

At this moment, the killing god sat under the wall without any image, took out the kettle and poured a few sips of water.

Since last night, he has not rested for a moment.

But now that his body has been exposed, he is simply not in a hurry.

It's not far from the peak, instead of rushing up and turning into the end of the crossbow when the time comes, it's better to take advantage of the opportunity to recover your strength.

Although there are various recovery drugs, Xu Yang has no intention of relying entirely on Goldfinger.

Who knows if there will be side effects from continuous medication, anyway, drinking saliva and eating something will not take much time, and it can still make those guards anxious.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to disrupt the enemy's rhythm?

Maybe they will mistakenly think that they have taken a different route, after all, it is not necessary to follow the mountain path to go up the mountain.

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Yang suddenly noticed that someone was walking slowly down from the peak.

The steps themselves were narrow, and the man seemed to disdain to step on such a mundane thing, almost in the air.

This person is kind of interesting.

Now that everyone regards themselves as demons, there are still people who dare to come down?

Death or surrender?

It doesn't look like it.

The man looked like he was in his early thirties, his appearance was quite handsome, and under a gray robe, he had a heroic temperament that could not be concealed.

There is no blade in his hand, and he doesn't seem to be carrying it on his body, but it cannot be ruled out that he is a master of poison or hidden weapons.

Xu Yang will no longer despise anyone who dares to walk in front of him.

After all, this is Luo Laofeng, where the "Iron Finger Gate" sect is located.

The man had a modest smile on his face, but Xu Yang could see that this smile was extremely hypocritical.

Because he is proud enough, he will not let go of anyone in his eyes for a long time.

This kind of person is a little annoying.

Proud, handsome, and extremely high in martial arts.

That's right, this is the type of person Xu Yang hates the most.

Fortunately, his voice is not only not unpleasant, but also quite magnetic.

However, why did Xu Yang think he was even more annoying?

You're here to smash the field, right?

Who is the main character?

"This gentleman, I don't know where I offended Mr. in the 'Iron Finger Gate', and I need to make such a big show and kill Luo Laofeng?"

At the same time, his feet had only stepped on the ground for the first time, and the disgust on his face could not be concealed.

This is to ...... Did Xingshi ask for sin?

Xu Yang was a little unsure, but he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person, people were polite, he couldn't kill the other party with a knife, right?

The two armies are still fighting and not slashing.

However, why does Xu Yang feel that his hands are a little itchy?

Restraining the idea of slashing the other party to death, Xu Yang said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, you are not qualified to talk to me." ”

Since the other party is pretending to be forced, Xu Yang can't let him be beautiful.

Who wouldn't be the same.

"Oh?" The gray-robed man obviously didn't expect that Xu Yang would be so faceless.

"Ye Mouxi is the head of the 'Iron Finger Gate', and he killed Luo Laofeng today, but he said that he is not qualified to talk to ......" The gray-robed man said this with a smile.

Looking at the smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden, Xu Yang knew that he was embarrassed.

It's all because the "Iron Finger Gate" is too mysterious, he only knows that the head of the "Iron Finger Gate" is a master, and he doesn't know anything else.

No one would have thought that under such circumstances, this Ye Zhangmen would dare to stand in front of him, did he think that his martial arts were too high, or was he impatient?

"Oh, I didn't expect Master Ye to be so arrogant and dare to come out alone. But Xu was clumsy. Xu Yang replied coldly, also with a gun and a stick.

As a sect, is it really good to come out so lightly?

Xu Yang's words also faintly revealed the meaning of threat.