Yueying closed her eyes obediently, knowing that she could do nothing at this time and could only stay quietly in the tent with her master.

There is a senior brother outside watching, and my brother's life is not in danger.

She was not afraid because she had seen her father's tragic death with her own eyes, and there was nothing more terrifying in her young heart.

At this moment, Yueying, who was sleeping in the quilt, trembled slightly.

Shura looked up and saw Sixth Senior Brother walking in. His face suddenly sank. Did he come so soon?

"Calm down." Senior Brother Six stared at his face and said, "At this moment, you should stay calm."

Shura was about to reply to him when he suddenly saw his master frowning...the dimples on his cheeks disappeared. He quickly took the bow and arrow and quietly walked out of the tent.

The wind and snow were still whistling and lowing in the sky above where they were camping. The young man looked into the depths of the dense forest, listened carefully to the sound of being trampled in the snow, and said quietly: "They are coming!"

The killers who had been following for several days finally couldn't hold it any longer, and a bolt of lightning flew out from the forest, with a whooshing sound, and shot towards Shura.

"Poof!" A muffled sound!

I saw a wooden board flying out from behind him, as if it was thrown by Shura.

The moment the boy shouted, the sixth senior brother in the tent reacted. He just threw a wooden board casually and solved the crisis at hand for him.

The lightning flying out of the woods hit the plank thrown by the Sixth Senior Brother.

The sound of arrows piercing the air and hitting wooden boards was a common method used by killers in the forest to ask for directions by throwing rocks, but it stimulated Shura's nerves to become highly tense.

"Whoosh!"

An iron arrow shot into the mud less than half a foot in front of Shura again, as if to warn him not to act rashly.

However, the young man's expression did not change. He took a breath, fully drew the iron bow and pointed it at somewhere in the woods, and then narrowed his eyes.

The enemies in the woods have already pounced on them. These assassins in black clothes were not masked. They were waving long swords and steel knives in their hands and pounced on them like hungry wolves.

Since the identity of the other party was not concealed, the other party's intention was obvious. He wanted to massacre all four of his master and apprentice, leaving no one alive.

Shura was already prepared.

Shura had been preparing for this moment all the way, and he had been preparing for a long time.

In his eyes, he already regarded the killer in front of him as the murderer of the massacre, the enemy who killed his parents.

When he saw the black-clothed killer rushing towards him from a distance, he watched him warily and moved his body slowly, looking for the best position.

When the three killers in black rushed out of the woods and were less than a hundred feet away from him, he had already stepped deeply into the snow with his feet one after the other and felt the hard soil on the ground.

Then he raised the seemingly ordinary iron bow in his hand and aimed at the opponent.

With his right arm exerting force, the bow string was pulled open suddenly, like a full moon, the tough bow string buzzed, and the iron arrow on the string shot out like electricity, piercing the wind and snow in front of him, and piercing the killer's chest.

Whoosh whoosh!

The bow string in his hand vibrated rapidly, and the black iron arrows shot out like lightning, piercing the wind and snow and tearing through the night.

He started practicing arrow wolf training when he was five years old. His father Luo Yun taught him the method of three consecutive shots. Firstly, it was a way to deal with wolves, and secondly, it was used to save his life.

Just imagine shooting three arrows in a row at a critical moment. Even the most powerful opponent will be unable to defend against it.

Just before a killer in black with a steel knife in his hand rushed less than thirty feet away from him, the flying iron arrow had already penetrated his chest!

The second iron arrow came in succession like lightning, with a heart-stopping cry, and hit the chest of another assassin in black who was charging with a sword, less than twenty feet away from him.

Bloom!

The third iron arrow came back instantly and hit the right arm of the last killer. Due to the sharp edge of the arrow, it actually penetrated the killer's arm!

When the third one killed all the arrows in his hand, he had already rushed to a place less than five feet away from Shura.

No one knows how he did it. In a flash of lightning, he shot three iron arrows in succession with the iron bow in his hand.

No one could understand that this seemingly ordinary young man wearing a black mask could have such terrifying archery skills, shooting three arrows in a row and hitting different killers.

The killer with an arrow in his arm subconsciously looked back and saw an iron arrow entering his companion's chest. The arrow feathers outside the black shirt were still shaking gently, and the blood dyed the ground red, as if shooting in the night sky.

There were two red flowers.

The companion who was hit by an arrow in the chest only struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

The killer in black stared in disbelief at the red flower blooming on the black shirt on his arm, with a look of astonishment on his bloody face.

However, this only happened in a moment.

Because the iron arrow pulled him in the other direction with huge reaction force, and then... he suddenly fell into the snow.

When he raised his head again, a black iron bar that looked like a sword but not a sword was already placed in front of his eyes.

Not a single question, not even a half-answer.

A human head flew out.

Shura, holding the sword in both hands, decapitated the black-clad killer with an arrow in his left arm while the opponent was stunned.

Blood surged like a spring into the sky and slowly bloomed on the snow.

Until this moment, the boy who committed the first murder lay down in the snow with an iron bow in his hand, and vomited desperately... first the broth he had eaten at night, then a few slices of green vegetables, and then the bitter bile.

...

It was only at this moment that the closed tent opened a crack, and a dim light leaked out. The smiling Sixth Brother was seen walking around the tent.

Another quarter of an hour passed, until the young Shura had nothing to vomit anymore, and then he dragged his heavy steps back to the tent. He stared blankly at Master Qingxu and Senior Brother Yide with smiles on their faces, and said no

Speak up.

The master reached out and handed him a glass of soju, and asked calmly: "First time killing someone?"

Taking the wine glass, Shura nodded gently.

"This is the first time I drank it... The more you experience this, the more you will get used to it." Qingxu looked at him and said with a smile.

Shura drank all the soju in the cup in one gulp and silently felt a strong fire burning from his throat to his stomach. He couldn't help coughing, then he looked up at his master and replied Qingxu: "Disciple has long been used to it."

Similarly, on the night when he buried one hundred and eight corpses at Roche Villa, he cried and vomited at the same time.

The difference from tonight was that that night he was frightened and overly sad, but tonight it was because of the strong impact of his first murder that he couldn't stand it for a while.

"Seventh Junior Brother, you are good! Your archery skills are accurate and ruthless. Senior Brother, I didn't expect you to kill three killers by yourself!" Sixth Senior Brother said and placed three space rings in front of him.

He smiled and said: "Next time, don't forget to clean up the battlefield. You deserve it." After saying that, he took a few more and handed them to Master Qingxu, and said with a smile: "I will share the rest equally with Master."

Qingxu took the space ring handed over by the sixth senior brother, looked at him and said seriously: "There are still six killers, which were solved by your sixth senior brother. When you are older in the future, you must learn to deal with all the killers you encounter."

When Shura heard this, he couldn't help but frowned, looked at Qingxu and asked: "So there are more killers? The disciple is inexperienced and has let the master and senior brother down."

Qingxu looked at Yueying who was already snoring, shook his head gently and said: "It's okay, I will learn slowly in the future. You have six senior brothers and sisters, they will teach you and Yueying."

Shura took the space ring and sensed it inside, but couldn't help but be stunned.

After a long while, he looked at Qingxu and asked, "Do you want to give your sister a space ring? This is the first time this disciple has seen this treasure. When I asked the blacksmith that day, he said no."

Qingxu smiled and said, "I've already given her a bracelet. It's ugly when a girl wears a space ring because it's not the same size."

Shura grinned when he heard this: "It's good now. My sister's sword has clothes and a place to put it. It doesn't need to be kept here anymore."

"Have a good rest and continue tomorrow. There won't be just one wave of these killers..." Qingxu looked at the newly accepted disciple with a satisfied smile on his face.

Xindao is indeed the person you have fallen in love with. The first time he killed someone, he didn't even blink. He was hit with three arrows and decapitated with one sword.

Thinking of the name the young man gave himself, Qingxu couldn't help but sigh softly: "Is it true that in this world, a Shura God of Death is really going to emerge from his own hands?"

...

The carriage was running on the snow. Yueying was in the carriage counting the gold coins in the space ring that Shura gave him. He looked at Qingxu beside him and asked: "Master, did my brother kill any bad guys yesterday?"

Qingxu looked at her and smiled: "Are you afraid of Yueying?"

Yueying shook her head: "Yueying is not afraid. After Yueying practices, he will kill bad guys with his brother."

"Then you have to follow your senior brothers and sisters, and practice well." Qingxu looked at her and said with a smile.

"Master, don't worry, Yueying will practice with my brother."

This was the first time she had seen so many gold coins since she was a child. She was not only happy but also a little shocked, thinking that her brother had killed someone just overnight.

Today, Shura sat next to the sixth senior brother and talked with him.

Looking at the wind and snow in front of him, Brother Six smiled and said: "It's obvious that your swordsmanship doesn't have any moves. If you fight with bare hands, you can't kill that guy."

"I only have hatred now. I will learn moves from my master later." Shura replied calmly.

Sixth Brother looked at his young face and couldn't help but ask: "Seventh Brother, where did you learn this ability to kill people?"

Shura thought for a while and replied quietly: "My parents only taught me how to kill wolves. They haven't taught me the ability to kill."

In fact, what he was thinking was that his parents left him forever before they had time to teach him how to kill. He would save this hatred for future revenge.

Naturally, he would not tell his sixth brother that his parents had forced him to kill wolves since he was five years old.

In the words of Luo Yun and Ye Xiaoyun: Just to let their son survive when he encounters danger.

In the wilderness outside Qingfeng Town, a young man practiced archery and sword practice hard just to complete the skills his parents taught him, hoping to survive when he encountered danger one day.

In fact, the cold arrow that night grazed the boy's face before being shot into his chest. The high temperature of the friction of the iron arrow burned his face, and then it was shot into his chest.

The boy used the injuries on his face to prevent the fatal arrow from hitting his heart. In addition, the green energy in his body was repaired, allowing him to survive the attacks of dozens of killers.

In the battle outside the woods last night, the young Shura finally met the legendary killer. Perhaps it was just an accident, or it was destiny. No matter whether these were his enemies who had destroyed his family...

He has already taken the first step of revenge: murder.

The sixth senior brother shook the whip in his hand, looked at the younger brother with a determined look on his face, and murmured: "If senior sister knew that you shot the killer with one arrow when you were less than ten years old, I'm afraid it would scare them."

"I used to kill wolves without batting an eye. I killed a lot at that time." Shura replied coldly.

"Why do you like killing wolves so much?" Senior Brother Six asked in a more serious tone, "Is it because you are short of food and clothing and need to supplement your household income?"
Chapter completed!