After his thunderous words, the minions around him suddenly rushed towards the man like a tide. Most of them were residents at the foot of the mountain and did not have much knowledge. They only knew that being the head of the family was very majestic, and as long as they killed the man in front of them, they only knew that they were the ones in charge.
, they can get everything.
The swords, guns and sticks attacked the man in disorganized manner. The man's phoenix eyes were cold, and he didn't even look at the minions around him. He walked towards the three leaders, and the sword in his hand unambiguously drank blood and killed.
The blood flowed into a river on the mountain, countless corpses piled up together, the depressed wind blew the skeleton flag and coughed, the man's black sword, the ink-stained black hair flew in the wind, the clothes were stained with traces of blood, he took a step
Step towards the leader hiding behind the pile of dead people.
The dark sky was bright and the cold moonlight was not dyed with any bloody red. The sparse stars next to them opened their eyes and looked at the cruel things in the world.
The man's handsome face had been splashed with blood. His dazzling phoenix eyes were even more captivating in the darkness before dawn. He was just walking step by step, and the breath of death followed him.
, keep getting closer to the three already dumbfounded leaders.
It turns out that the appearance of killing people can be so beautiful. It is obviously a demon who kills people without blinking, but it is so beautiful that it is thrilling. His appearance reminds them of poppy cultivated with blood. It is so beautiful that even if it is poisonous, it is also attractive.
Everyone's approach.
They knew that they could not escape, and they were afraid that their families would have been killed. The three of them trembled and raised their hands...
The man approached them with a cold face, as if the corpses behind him had nothing to do with him. The blood trough of the sword in his hand had dried up, clean and beautiful, just like the master of the sword.
Killing people without blood is a good sword...
Just like this man, he created such a hell, but his face remained unchanged...
His sword pointed at the three leaders without saying anything, but his actions had already shown everything. The leader knelt on his feet and begged for mercy, "Hero, let us go, everything we have belongs to you!"
The man did not speak, but just took a step further. The leader began to kowtow on the ground. He had not finished kowtowing, his head and neck had already separated, and his round head was rolling on the ground...
The two leaders next to him, one of them trembled, had already stood up. He knew that begging for mercy was useless.
He looked at the man steadily and mustered up the courage to say something, "You let me go, I can tell you who the Lord Messenger behind us is..."
The man's sword was beaten, and a strange luster flashed through his phoenix eyes. It was just a single shot. His sword had already drawn a sword wind. The wind was very cold, as cold as his eyes. Such a cold wind could actually be
Penetrate the head's body.
He felt that the cold wind pierced him through. He looked down at his body, his body slanted, from his left chest to his right waist, his body was divided into two petals. He still felt it, he could still feel the blood flowing out, and he could also see it.
The intestines flowed out of his body, but he could not speak and could only make a gloomy sound.
It was very cold, which means that he was bleeding very slowly, and it would take him a long time to die because his organs were all in the upper body, and he could only feel his death little by little...
The last leader was so scared that he could no longer stand. He could not pretend to be a hero. I am afraid that in this case, no one could pretend to be a hero.
Looking around, the entire mountain was full of corpses. He looked around and found that he had nowhere to escape, and he could not escape at all. This man was so scary that it was shocking.
Finally, he knelt down again with a "flash" and trembling, "My father wants you to let me spare my life before he dies. He is a good person, and he shouldn't die!"
He roared loudly, opened his eyes wide and looked at the handsome man. There was a fluctuation in the man's eyes. The bandit leader shouted again, "He used his clean life to atone for me. I should live, ought!"
The man's thin lips were pursed into a straight line. He looked at the man coldly. The sword in his hand had loosened. The man shouted loudly, "My father wants to persuade you to leave. He is afraid that I will hurt you, but he doesn't
You know, you are planning to kill his son, his son..."
"I swear, if you let me go, I will be a good person, a good person like my father!" The leader raised his fingers and sweared.
The man's brows frowned tightly. He looked at the corpses all over the ground and a ray of light from the east. When the breeze passed, the fishy smell made people unable to breathe. The radiance on his forehead was blown slightly messy.
Finally, he opened his thin lips lightly, and a distant sigh came out of his throat. Then he turned around and walked towards the road down the mountain.
The bandit leader collapsed on the ground and let out a long breath. He was covered in cold sweat, and he was extremely decadent among the dead.
The man walked slowly, looking at the corpse on the ground, a moment of confusion appeared in his eyes. His feet accidentally stepped on a sharp knife, and then the sharp knife flew back. He did not look back, but he knew that the sharp knife must have been.
Through someone's body.
The leader fell heavily, a sharp knife penetrated his heart, and a blood-stained tip of the knife appeared on his back. He looked ahead in confusion, looking at the direction of the man leaving, he thought he had won, he took it
A man's conscience and mental ambition defeated him.
But he didn't know that what the person in front of him lacked most in the twisted environment of the palace was conscience, and what he was best at since childhood was mental arithmetic.
The more dangerous place than the imperial palace is the Eastern Palace. What is more difficult than the emperor is His Royal Highness...
The man walked back in the morning sunlight. His boots were stained with blood. He walked at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He took off his boots and brushed his shoes by the river. He was afraid that the smell of blood would pollute his pure land...
…
His little jade doesn't like him to kill people, and his little jade also hates smelling blood on him. He can kill all the people in the world for her, or put down his butcher knife for her.
A thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains, a thought disappears, and the world changes...
He walked on the mountain in his wet boots, leaving his winding footprints on the road, the sun shining, the warm light kept jumping on the branches, and a soft expression began to appear on his face, from afar, he saw it
His cabin and the woman in front of the cabin.
The woman's face was pale and she was so delicate in the sun. She saw him from afar and opened her arms towards him. She called him, "Ning Lan..."
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PS: Dear friends, the article has come to an end. Next is the decryption stage. Guess who will be the one who spends money to invite the bandits to do evil? And is Xiao Yunduo dead? Yunziyou
Who will win the PK of defender Jin Han, and will Xiao Ninglan come out to settle everything, can the Cangguo on his body be solved? What is the relationship between Yan Xiaoyu and Xiao Hanjing? Wow, so many questions, see
Someone said it right. Yunyun's writing is not like romance, but like suspense. Hehe, I wish you a happy new year here! Thank you for your support along the way. Yunyun will be more responsible for your own writing and work hard to reply.