At the beginning of people, their nature is good, their sex is similar, and their habits are far away......

It seems that the singing of the children in the horn seems to be close to the ear, but in the distance, in the quiet and peaceful mountain village of the past, there is no dispute with the world. Flames, wailing, killing, triumphant and twisted laughter.

The ground was full of messes, the wind was blowing, and the broken doors and windows were weakly moaning with "squeaks".

Blood stained the road red, and the first corpse that caught Jiang Feng's eyes was a woman, uncovered and in disarray. The knife poured into her heart was the cause of her death, her left hand was on the left side of her waist, and her right hand stretched straight down her head, as if trying to touch something.

Looking in the direction of her arm, it was a pool of flesh, a blur of flesh, and it was vaguely obvious that it should be a baby.

The whirring wind blew, a little cold, colder than usual, that is not the cold of nature, the cold from the depths of the heart.

The river wind is going faster and faster, and the blood flow is like an inverted river, faster and faster, more and more urgent.

"What people!"

With a shout and a slash, the monk's robe was already half-red with blood, and a pair of eyes seemed to be completely occupied by red blood.

In such a village full of slaughter, he really couldn't think of anyone who could resist his light blow.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

The random slash didn't hit the target, but only made the blood-red color in his eyes even stronger, which was the result of blood pouring out of his eyeballs.

With a "bang", the body that had lost its spirituality fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The rivers and lakes love money, sex, fame, profit, power, and peerless martial arts, and magic weapons. But what they love most is their own lives.

Jiang Feng's sword can kill one person, and naturally it can kill more people, Jiang Feng understands this, and these disciples of the Blood Sword Sect naturally understand it.

Although they had never seen Jiang Feng's murderous moves, this did not prevent them from having scruples about Jiang Feng. It took a long time for four people to join forces before they joined forces.

East, west, north and south, the steps of the four people complement each other, obviously, they have also practiced similar calculation techniques in ordinary times.

This time, Jiang Feng didn't wait for the other party to make the first move, after taking half a step with his left foot, he took a big stride with his right foot. The uplifted figure quickly shortened the distance between him and the person in front of him.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Blood floated, his soul was broken, and his wide-eyed eyes showed his unwillingness, just like the eyes of the dead when Jiang Feng just came in.

Turning around and leaving hurriedly, just now, Jiang Feng had just learned a common sense, don't leave your back to your opponent.

The three knives chased after him from behind, above, on the left, on the right. Before the blade arrived, the strong wind was already coming, and the stench of blood on the three of them.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

One person fell, and Jiang Feng was unscathed.

Sideways to avoid the fallen corpse, Jiang Feng's body slid sideways, and it had swept to the left side of a person.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

The fall of another person completely lost the fighting spirit of the last man, and along with the loss of fighting spirit, there was also his reason.

Turned around, exposed his back to Jiang Feng, and, very slowly, very slowly.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

This is the easiest Jianghu guest to kill by Jiang Feng.

Walking all the way, soon, Jiang Feng saw the former mansion. The broken door, the echo of the empty whirlwind, and the people who disappeared took away Jiang Feng's last innocence to the rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes will always be the rivers and lakes of swords and swords, iron and blood.

There were many dead people in the village, but there were not many disciples of the Blood Sword Sect. So much so that the shouts of the two guarding the road did not arouse the slightest alertness, which was not a normal thing.

This village is not too big, and Jiang Feng's five senses are really surprisingly tight after his internal strength has been achieved.

Soon, I saw more than ten disciples of the Blood Sword Sect trembling with a tall sword-wielding middle-aged nun dressed in a wide monk's robe and tall.

The nun came with a sword technique, the sword light flashed, the cold air overflowed, left and right, and the four sides of her body were impenetrable. And her internal strength cultivation is also quite good, the sword is light and agile, and the strength is not as good as the knife.

But every time his long sword collided with the sword of the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, it would provoke those disciples of the Blood Sword Sect to retreat again and again, so that they could dissolve the strength.

Although the female nun's martial arts are higher than those of many Blood Knife Sect disciples, those Blood Knife Sect disciples are all skillful in coordination, and they are also fierce and weird in sword skills.

In particular, a tall demon monk led by a knife in one hand, each knife was very treacherous, and the momentum was heavy. At least half of the nun had been restrained by this person.

Jiang Feng, the sudden intruder, broke the original balance between the two sides, and when the disciples of the Blood Sword Sect saw this, they immediately separated the three of them with a tacit understanding, wanting to solve Jiang Feng first.

One step, draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, close the sword......

Two steps, draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, and close the sword......

Three steps, draw the sword, draw the sword, stab directly, and close the sword......

Three steps and three swords kill three people.

Subsequently, Jiang Feng, who was approaching step by step, made the leading demon monk of the Blood Knife Gate struggle to force the nun away, turned his head to Jiang Feng and shouted: "Where did you come from, I don't know whether I am alive or dead, grandpa is the Shengdi of the Blood Knife Gate, if you know each other, get out of here, otherwise you will not be able to come and go!"

Jiang Feng didn't open his mouth or answer, his constant steps and bloodstains were his best answers.

Seeing this, even if he wants to jump out of the battle group, he will first cook Jiang Feng. After all, it is better to cut off one of its fingers than to hurt its ten fingers, and this simple truth is also understood by those who have won the truth.

It's a pity that he is obviously not the only one who understands this truth.

"Obscene monk, where to go!"

With a loud shout, a storm of sword momentum made Shengdi have to temporarily give up his plan to leave the warband.

If one plan fails, the victory will give birth to another plan.

But seeing that the sword in his hand at this time danced like splashing ink, impermeable, the move opened and closed, and it was a fierce attack towards the nun. This time the nun was caught off guard, and for a while, the two actually fought on par.

Seeing this, the other nine Blood Sword Sect disciples naturally understood what Shengdi was thinking, and immediately left the nun and formed a formation to kill towards Jiang Feng.

Strange steps, strange sword formations, the nine people began to besiege the city into a huge circle from afar. As it turned, it gradually began to shorten the distance with the river breeze.

The blood left along Jiang Feng's sleeve, spread to his right hand, condensed, and slowly slid down, turning into a drop and falling to the ground.

With a "ding" sound, Jiang Feng seemed to hear the sound of blood falling, crisp and melancholy.