At this moment, his image was extremely glorious.

Everyone's eyes continued to rise with his body, facing the rising sun, shining brightly!

In my eyes, there is expectation, longing, and more admiration.

After all, it is rare to see leaders who can sacrifice themselves for danger.

However, the efforts and determination of the warrior leader were worthless in Xu Yang's eyes.

A flash of sword light, and against the rising sun, the body of the warrior leader split into two and slowly fell off the city wall.

At this moment, it seemed that even the rising sun behind me had a vague crack.

The originally chaotic city walls have now become silent as if they were dead.

He was a second-level strong man who had high requirements for these guards on weekdays and had a blind gangster warrior to provoke him, but everyone became honest afterwards.

However, the other party was just one person, and he was in adversity and he randomly slashed in desperate situations.

One knife, two pieces.

When blood in the air spurted out, a brief silence was broken, and every warrior in charge of the guard fled down the city like crazy.

Morale disappeared.

This is the disadvantage of an iron-fisted leader. When his personal body is destroyed, the strict discipline and mighty morale he brings will disappear.

Xu Yang's feet stood still at this time, stepped on the pass, and an arc floated on the corner of his mouth. Killing people is to establish authority and to avoid unnecessary killing.

Today, there will be many enemies and they are very strong.

There is no need to kill all these miscellaneous soldiers.

You should know that although these warriors are only third-level and fourth-level, and are already considered top experts in the world, in Luo Laofeng, in the "Iron Finger Sect", and in Xu Yang's eyes, they are just useless miscellaneous soldiers.

Xu Yang knew that he would face more enemies than he had imagined when he came alone to fight Luo Laofeng today, so his first sword must be sufficient to establish his authority.

This second-level warrior leader is just right.

Without him exaggerating too much, someone will naturally pass the power of his sword to the top.

At that time, warriors whose martial arts skills are lower than the second level will definitely not dare to take action in front of themselves at will.

Therefore, misfortune depends on good fortune.

He slowly sheathed the Leng Yue Baojian, turned around and headed towards the city gate on the other side.

No head turned back.

Under the city wall, the originally cold and fierce warrior leader lay quietly in the corner, and no one would remember him.

He didn't even leave his name.

…………

"Fifty-five, fifty-six..." Feng Ling's sword was covered in blood, and the black clothes on her body were also covered with dark marks.

"Sixty-one, sixty-two..." Jin Guangli's steel stick was covered with human blood, but the yellow windbreaker on his body was clean.

Obviously, his martial arts are much more harmonious than Feng Ling.

Moreover, he killed more people.

If we say that these warriors are really hard-working players, they didn't escape until the last moment of fighting.

At this point, even Feng Ling and Jin Guangli were tired of killing.

I am not tired of my body, but my heart is tired.

The last warrior looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his martial arts skills were not high, but he was very lucky. He barely escaped under Feng Ling's sword every time.

"Surrender." Feng Ling shouted.

He really had no interest in killing such a trivial young warrior again.

Moreover, judging by his age, Feng Ling even thought of himself many years ago.

The young warrior sneered, and looked at the corpses around him in a blink of an eye. The sneer gradually turned into grief: "They are all dead, my companions are all dead, you let me live alone?"

Jin Guangli raised his iron stick and pointed at the young warrior and said, "Do you think you have a chance to avenge them? Also, killing you is just a matter of backhand. Don't think we will be merciful and ruthless. Get out."

The young warrior lowered his head: "You are here to kill Luo Laofeng, and you still want to be a good person when things come to an end? Let me see your cruelty!"

After saying that, he slashed with a sharp knife.

The sword is fast and the moves are very pure.

If it had not surrendered to Xu Yang, even Jin Guangli would have difficulty dealing with this sword, let alone Feng Ling.

But now is different from the past. In Feng Ling's eyes, the young warrior's sword is certainly good at his age, but... now.

The sword light was like slashing towards Feng Ling. Even with the limited vision of this young warrior, it can be seen that Feng Ling is much weaker than Jin Guangli.

Feng Ling was very depressed. He actually became a soft persimmon?

The sword light was like snow, passing through the only gap in the training,

The sword is like the wind, no matter how strong the wind is, snowflakes can still pass through it.

Blood splashed everywhere.

The young warrior was actually laughing, eating and laughing.

His chest was already penetrated by a long sword, and anyone could see that his vitality was gone.

But he died with a smile at least.

He murmured a few words before he died, but unfortunately, his voice was too weak and no one could hear it clearly.

Except for himself.

"Team leader, I'm not a coward. You have times when you are wrong. After you go down, I have to admit your mistake!"

With a "thump", the body fell down.

On the ground, there were one hundred and twenty corpses.

One is not many, one is not many.

Feng Ling sighed softly.

Jin Guangli said solemnly: "Don't be sad about spring and autumn, put away your worthless sympathy. If this young man hadn't had too poor martial arts skills, your overflowing Virgin Heart would definitely kill you!"

Feng Ling was shocked. Boss Jin said it was right at all. He took action obviously half a beat slower just now.

Is it because of the stubbornness of this young man or because of his disgust of killing?

Feng Ling couldn't tell the difference, but as Boss Jin said, his ability to kill the young warrior was too great because of the difference in strength.

If the two had similar martial arts skills, it was very likely that this young man would not have died.

He bowed to Jin Guangli and said, "Thank you for your advice! But it's time for us to chase Mr. Xu now."

Jin Guangli did not answer, but his actions proved his attitude.

He didn't even have time to get the things in his tent, but ran straight along the path.

Feng Ling then chased after him. His martial arts skills were not as good as Boss Jin, but he was absolutely confident in light skills!

The autumn wind in the mountains blew, and in addition to the desolate as it should be, there was also a strong smell of blood.

Here, the mountain road will surely bloom in the spring flowers next year.

…………

Xu Yang passed three levels in a row, and sure enough, each path was extremely sad.

He had a good idea and was not interested. He had made a smooth progress all the way before, but unfortunately, after being exposed, such a relaxed and pleasant journey ended.

Although the guards at the three levels are not as good as the second level or above, the number of people is large, and even Xu Yang is a little tired now.

At the same time, there were already seven masters who died under his knife.

Seven second-level masters, seven swords.

When the remaining warriors escaped, the fear in their eyes could not be concealed.

The God of Killing comes, but that's it.

At this moment, the God of Killing sat under the wall without any image, took out a kettle and drank a few sips of water.

He has never had a moment of rest since last night and until now.

But now that his figure has been exposed, he simply stopped rushing.

It is not far from the peak. Instead of rushing up and becoming the last of the strong, it is better to take advantage of the opportunity to recover your strength.

Despite all kinds of recovery drugs, Xu Yang did not completely rely on the Golden Finger's plan.

Who knows if there will be side effects when taking medicine continuously? Anyway, drinking water and eating something will not take much time, and it will make the guards anxious.

Wouldn't it be great to disrupt the enemy's rhythm?

Maybe they would mistakenly think that they had taken another route, after all, it is not necessary to walk along the mountain road.
To be continued...