An hour later, Ishikawa frowned slightly, and he suddenly realized that he had just been killed by a group of cavalry provocations, and the thoughts that were absorbed and generated according to the Dao recipe were slowly dissipating. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ishikawa was taken aback, this discovery was not trivial, and the killing intent dissipated, so that no matter how much killing intent was condensed in his heart in the future, it could not be transformed into himself.

Sinking his mind into the law decision of the first chapter of the Sancai Killing Dao, Ishikawa pondered carefully word by word from beginning to end, and continued to warm up according to the method of warming and killing intent in the Taoist formula, and the intention of killing was unmoved, but still slowly dissipated, until it was not as stable as the first hundred and one, and hibernated in the sea of Ishikawa's knowledge and no longer moved.

The problem really appeared there, Ishikawa was annoyed at first, and then relieved, it was much better to save a trace than to disappear completely, but if he continued like this, how many people would he have to kill, and how many killings he would have to taste to reach the level before Aoyama Sanren.

Not to mention the Xing madman who made the Qingshan people fear.

Do you really want to be a monk who kills mortals, monks, demons, and all living beings in the world, family affection, friendship, love, and all feelings in your heart, thoughts, hatreds, and joys, and all your emotions can be killed?

Ishikawa was really a little resistant to embarking on the path of murder, and at this time he was still thinking about something else, one thing related to his own life.

On the road of killing Dao cultivation, it is estimated that he will be besieged to death by the cultivation world if he does not reach the realm of the Yuan Shen Zhenren, and this path is not necessarily suitable for him, it is easy to kill one person, and it is not difficult to kill ten people and a hundred people, but if he wants to take everything in the world as the object of his hunting, it is not too consistent with his temperament.

Wouldn't it be pure if you didn't do it, Ishikawa was distracted, and he blinked, and he tried to throw his chaotic thoughts aside, and he fell from the tree.

Zhu Yan had already leaned on the trunk of the tree to settle down, Ishikawa looked at her delicate face, his indifferent expression froze, he moved slightly, and the dormant thoughts in the sea of consciousness spun and flowed rapidly, all living beings can be killed, all affection can be killed, is it that the woman in front of him also has to be cut off with a sword?

The tide of murder in Ishikawa's heart hit his heart like a shock, and a voice kept echoing in his head, kill her, kill her, kill her. Several more red threads crawled into her eyes, and Ishikawa stared at Zhu Yan who was sitting on the ground in front of him, and raised the middle finger of his right index finger and sword finger, as if a sword qi was about to penetrate her body in the next moment.

All the insects, snakes, mosquitoes and ants within ten zhang of Ishikawa's side were shocked and killed by Sen Han's killing sword intent in an instant, and even the temperature was suddenly much lower than before.

Zhu Yan suddenly opened her eyes, her delicate body trembled under Ishikawa's lock, and her eyes revealed a look of fear, doubt, helplessness, and sadness.

Touching Zhu Yan's extremely complicated eyes, Ishikawa trembled as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, the red silk in his eyes receded, and it spread out in a more violent situation with a flick of his fingers, he covered his forehead with his hands, moaned lowly, and suddenly turned around and swept in the direction of Beicang City, and disappeared in a few vertical leaps.

The camp outside the city is full of hustle and bustle, the siege side has many generals, strong people and strong horses, and does not put the defenders of Beicang Mansion in their eyes at all, except for the soldiers on patrol duty, most of the rest of the people are not undressed and chewing around the piles of bonfires, a jar of wine is constantly changing hands, everyone takes a sip of wine, and then bites a bite of meat, and yells comfortably.

A figure appeared silently at the door of the tent, and the sergeants closest to the gate were the first to notice, and one of the captains shouted and scolded: "Who is it! Is it a spy from the city?"

The following big men coaxed with a slightly drunk spirit: "It must be a meticulous work, and the matter was cut with a knife." ”

Seven or eight people immediately drew their swords and got up, laughing and scolding and walked towards the camp gate, the figure quietly looked at the oncoming sergeant, without the slightest reaction, the captain came to the front, shouted loudly, and rushed out of the distance of a few feet, and the standard long knife went towards the man's chest.

The figure still didn't move, and a thin red line suddenly appeared on the throat of seven or eight sergeants and Wu Chang, and the red line instantly expanded, and blood gushed out happily, drawing a strange pattern on the ground.

Wu Chang abandoned the knife and retreated, covering his throat with his hands, looking at the man standing in the shadow of the camp gate in horror, he wanted to let go of his throat and shout, so that his brothers who had been with him for many years should flee for their lives, but he only hissed like a snake when he used all his strength.

Before he fell to the ground, the last thought came to the captain's heart, this was a demon, was the wound on his throat very similar to the red silk in his eyes?

Most of the people were awakened by the movement at the camp gate, this was a well-trained army, the archers quickly opened their bows and arrows, the armor soldiers put on their helmets and drew their swords, and countless people roared and rushed towards the camp gate.

The figure moved, he gently pulled out a broken knife inserted in the ground, and no arrow fell on his body during his walk, as long as all the armor soldiers who entered the range of ten zhang sealed their throats and died, the range of corpses continued to expand, and more and more sergeants were killed by him, and the heavy smell of blood lingered over the camp tent like substance, and the frightened war horses broke free from the reins and fled.

Mechanically swinging his knife and retracting it, Ishikawa suddenly came back to his senses and found that there was no one around him, and the entire camp was empty, except for the corpses and streams of blood that had gathered on the ground, indicating what had happened before.

The red silk in his eyes slowly dissipated as if satisfied, his body weakened, Ishikawa half-knelt on the ground, and couldn't believe that he had killed so many people just now, this is not the point, kill and kill, the key is that he has no impression of the killing just now, it is all done unconsciously.

In a moment of excitement, Ishikawa spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.

A slender figure rushed through the camp gate towards Ishikawa, picked him up, and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

That night, the besieging side that did not greatly damage its vitality left its food and grass and fled overnight, although the night attack did not hurt the muscles and bones, but no one including the main general was still willing to stay here.

In fact, the soldiers who were killed by Ishikawa had not yet reached the hundred and first of the entire camp, and they were not stupid, after killing more than 2,000 soldiers who were not afraid of death and dared to rush forward, the rest of them scattered in a hurry without orders, and the farthest ones fled directly for dozens of miles before they dared to stop and rest.

Since then, there has been a story of a dark night Shura crawling out of the boundless sea of blood in the army, and everyone who heard it was shocked.