The man in black pulled down his mask.

The white and handsome face is like the cold and lonely moon. The thick sword eyebrows fly obliquely on the forehead, and the pair of Danfeng eyes with subtle curves complement each other, showing a heroic spirit. The straight bridge of the nose is high and full, and it has a sculptural three-dimensional effect.

The pursed lips and the frowning eyebrows together set off the cold light in the eyes.

Yes, a palpitating chill!

"Yang—"

Li Yuan was stunned and spoken, his blood-stained face twisted very strangely, revealing a complex and simple expression.

It's complicated, because this seemingly honest and loyal face is now like overturning a five-flavor bottle, mixed with shock, incomprehension, confusion and confusion.

It's easy to say, but it's not hard to understand. Because all kinds of expressions were mixed together, it was like mixing more than a dozen pigments such as red, orange, blue, and green at the same time, and in the end, only a black clay remained.

The deathly, black sludge seals the mouth and nose, making people feel a kind of suffocating fear.

Li Yuan fell into this slimy sludge and couldn't extricate himself, his whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move, only his brain was still dripping and turning......

This kid was obviously stabbed to death by me, his heart and chest were pierced, his blood was exhausted, and he was poisoned before, even if he was not killed, he should have his liver and intestines cut off and die of poison, and it is impossible for him to survive to this day. Why is it so vivid in front of you?

Is this person in front of him a human or a ghost?

If it was a human, how did he miraculously survive? If it was a ghost, uh...... Don't dare to think any further. Li Yuan subconsciously reassembled the short spear and the golden mace into a long spear. This is a relatively flat slope, the so-called "one inch long, one inch strong", the eight-foot long blade is no longer limited by space, should be more advantageous.

"Traitor!

With a cold drink, Li Yuan woke up from his uneasy thoughts. Looking at each other, although they are not riding horses, they look very tall and mighty.

"Yang, Yang Ao?...... Aren't you dead......" Li Yuan stammered nervously.

"Death, how can it be so easy! Lord Yama said, I want to take your dog's life first!"

Before the words fell, I only heard a clear dragon groan, and I couldn't see whether the other party made a move or how to make a move, and I felt a domineering yin wind piercing the air and pressing straight in front of me. Li Yuan hurriedly raised his spear to resist, followed by the shock of the spear, the tiger's mouth was stinging and cracking, and his arms were sore, as if he had been struck by lightning and lightning! Looking at the eyes again, the six-bladed special spear head had been cut off at the waist, and only a small half was left, connected to the red tassel and the barrel of the gun, like a dumbfounded broken mop.

Anyway, this spear head is also forged in stainless steel, which is extremely hard, why didn't I see a move and a half, and it was already cut into two pieces like a knife? !

Li Yuan was horrified when he saw this, and he wanted to run away with his broken gun and the horse's head, but the Ding Jia, who had suffered a loss in front of him, gloated and surrounded him with a sneer, how could there be a place to escape?

In a hurry, he gritted his teeth and waved the headless spear, intending to break out of the encirclement with brute force. Who knew that the horse's buttocks suddenly slammed, and he also lost his center of gravity and fell backwards, and fell to the ground.

He quickly looked at it and found that the mount had fallen in a pool of blood and neighed in pain, the horse's hind legs had been severed, and Bai Sensen's tendons were connected to the skin and bones, and the flesh and blood were blurred, which was unbearable to see.

Li Yuan struggled to get up, constantly flicking the handle of the gun with both hands, dancing into arcs, and barely forcing back those hyena-like Ding Jia, but the black shadow in front of him, the Yang family kid who came back from the dead, half human and half ghost, was like a mountain, not moving at all.

This feeling made Li Yuanru fall into a nightmare...... The eyes of the city lord's mansion were as secretive as deep, the prince of the mansion Yin was full of obscene and obscene smiles, and the king all scolded and scolded the big yellow teeth, and they rushed to his eyes.

"Death, traitor!"

Hearing this, Li Yuan suddenly felt a sense of relief, a relief relief.

The black broken sword popped and plunged deep into his chest, and a chill in his heart made people tremble.

A mist filled with blue-black light rose up, and a hall appeared in front of him, much like the Zhiyuan Dart Game in Haotian City. The staggered light and shadow, people come and go, far and near, the old owner stretches out his arms and slowly approaches, with kind and concerned eyes, which makes people feel warm.

It's a pity that this warmth is fleeting.

Fleeting......

I felt a sharp pain like a tear in my left rib, as if a black fish with an iron head and ice armor quickly slid through my chest, and slipped out from my left armpit!

Blood, a lot of blood, mixed with broken internal organs, flesh, and bone residue, gushed out immediately after that black fish!

Several strands of dirty blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and Li Yuan fell to the hard stone slope with a thud, struggling to himself.

The surrounding Ding Jia was frightened by the scene in front of him.

The sword, piercing through the front of the chest, pierced through the back ridge, followed by a twist of the hand, slashed horizontally from the left chest, and cut off the ribs of the chest, along with the hanging arm!

It's not killing, it's torture like beheading.

Even though the body is broken and the heart and lungs are disabled, the head is still conscious, and it can still feel the heart-rending pain.

And the most painful thing is to watch your chest and lungs cracked, and your broken body seems to be broken and connected, and there is nothing more painful than to watch yourself shed the last drop of blood, little by little, swallowed by death.

Li Yuan truly experienced this pain.

Of course, he deserves it.

In this hellish bloody atmosphere, Yang Ao coldly watched the horror from hell whiten the seemingly honest and loyal face, until it was covered with a layer of green frost, like a frozen persimmon in late autumn.

He reinserted the broken sword, which had not left a trace of blood, into his waist, picked up a torn flag, wiped the blood from his hands, and strode away without looking back.

Those Ding Jia were so frightened that they dared to step forward to stop them, and they all shrank their heads and retreated. Even a few timid ones could no longer stand up, and were dragged aside like dead pigs.

......

Not to mention that most of the three hundred Dingjia were lost in less than half an hour, the leading Li Yuan, Wang Dutong, and the four fierce subordinates all deserved it, whining and mourning, but it was said that Yang Ao succeeded in the ambush in the mountains, and solved the menacing pursuers in one fell swoop.

Walk up the gentle slope through a cedar forest and come across a sapphire blue lake.

A black horse with a shiny coat was eating grass with its head down, and more than ten steps away from it, there were two yellow-brown mules and horses, which seemed to be afraid of black horses, and they both dared not get too close with their necks low. More than ten steps later, near the lake, there is a simple stove made of tree branches, on which a pot of hot water is boiling, and wisps of white smoke are emitted. There are several rocks scattered next to it, one of which is low and flat, about more than a square foot, and there are two figures sitting on it, one white and one red.

The dark horse was clever, and he discovered Yang Ao first, and immediately moved his hooves frequently, raising his neck and roaring. The seated figure also turned its face and stood up, waving in greeting.

Yang Aoqiang held back the breath that was constantly stirring between his chest and abdomen, and ran forward at a faster pace.

"Brother?......" As soon as her sister Yang Ruoqing shouted, her eyes were full of tears and she was choked up.

"Brother is fine, don't cry!" Yang Ao caressed the small, weak shoulder with concern, and then turned his head to ask Uncle Zhang, who had improved his complexion slightly: "Are you okay?"

"Inherit your blessings, young owners, it's all fine. I just took some dry food, boiled hot water, and barely paddled my stomach. Horses don't need to worry about it, they eat grass on their own. Alas...... I'm an old man who is used to suffering, but Miss, how can I have suffered this crime......" Uncle Zhang's old mouth was broken, and he chattered on the phone, as if he remembered something, oh oh Lian, and asked: "Look at my old fool, those chasing soldiers?"

"It's all gone. ”

"Oh, it's still a young owner's bravery! Uh, don't blame the old man for talking too much, but I can't go with you, only for the sake of being in a hurry!"

"Don't worry, I have my own opinions. Yang Ao suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if a strong heat was about to surge up from the dantian, and he was busy secretly breathing and suppressing it.

Yang Ruoqing didn't notice this, just looked up with an innocent smile, and asked with dark eyes, "Can you tell me how to kill the pursuers?" ”

Uncle Zhang on the side hurriedly spoke out to stop it, saying that girls had better not know those things, and they would have nightmares when they heard it. Who knew that Yang Ruoqing didn't agree, pouted her cherry mouth, took Yang Ao's hand, and had to tell her.

Yang Ao couldn't resist his sister's begging, so he had to skip those bloody killing scenes and pick up some ordinary plots to tell.

The blue surface of the lake sparkled as if sprinkled with a handful of shiny silver. In this quiet afternoon, the old and the young listened to the thrilling story.