Updated: 2012-05-02

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The black knife was too sharp, so sharp that it cut open the enemy's skin and then cut open the enemy's throat and neck bones. Li Xian didn't feel any great resistance in his hands. After the blade broke through the neck of a rioter bandit, the head of another rioter bandit was swirled away the next second. Next time, four or five long spears flew up and down, poking the bandits blocking in front to death one by one.

The bandits who were completely stunned by the sudden blow could not raise the desire to resist at all. Most of them shouted in fear and thought about it.

Only the stupidest person will hand over his back to the enemy on the battlefield.

It is obvious that the bandits had not yet realized that they were a warrior. After Li Xian and his eighteen people rode into their camp, all the cruel methods they had just dealt with the people were thrown out of the sky. Except for a few stubborn people who dared to wave rough weapons to stop them, almost 90% of the bandits began to run away. They did not have the courage to resist. Although they had just killed people, no one was used to the coldness of the eighteen cavalry killing people.

They can feel pleasure from killing, but they do not have enough killing skills. They kill people for venting and to show their fearlessness. In fact, they are even more timid than the common people. Because only when they kill can they suppress the humble fear in their hearts. Therefore, they try to make their thief guilt and guilt numb in the murder and then abandon them.

But, they failed.

They used to be ordinary people, and many of them were even good families. They were originally living a life of poor wealth but happy, and although the family was hard, they were happy. However, I don’t know when the song "Don’t Wave the Death" came into their ears. Some people began to feel unwilling, so they gathered together to hide and escape the military service of the government. However, they also had to eat when they hid, and they had no food, so they could only rob it. Naturally, the people would not hand over the few food and money they had accumulated to work hard to hand out. So the killing began. This was a disaster for the people to kill the people, and now the disaster had just begun.

This is a disaster for the people to fight for their destiny, but the victim is the people themselves.

I don’t know when they started, when these bandits waved their weapons to massacre those unarmed people, their hands stopped trembling. I don’t know when they had adapted to killing people. There were even many people like them who blindly worshiped Zhang Jincheng, the leader of the bandit who dared to be stolen.

Their thoughts change unconsciously. In their eyes, people who cannibalize their hearts are terrible, but that is the real hero.

But not everyone dares to break the chest of a living person and take it out, which is slightly hot and beating, and bit it down one by one, so they become followers of the person who dares to take action.

So, people are no longer humans.

Li Xian knew this history, so he was not at all uncomfortable when he started killing the bandits. He started killing people at the age of six, and he certainly would not become hesitant after he had already taken action. Therefore, after his first arrow was shot out, his killing speed did not decrease but became faster and faster. He hated the bandits who massacred his fellow countrymen, but he actually did not have too much sympathy for those people.

He only killed people when he deserved it. In fact, Li Xian saw the word sympathy very lightly.

Psychology cannot save people, especially when the knife becomes the only truth.

The village was destroyed, and it might not take long before the remaining people in this village would embark on the same path as those who killed their relatives and go to another village to massacre others.

Some people say that when war appears when it is most important, then there is no justice or evil in war. Some people say that when killing is the only solution to the problem, then there is no distinction between benevolence and righteousness and cruelty in killing.

Li Xian, who had been running away from his infancy, has seen too many unfair things. When he watched coldly, he was the majority. Within his ability, he would do things that were good in the eyes of others. But most of the time, he was just a terrible spectator.

Therefore, Li Xian, who was killing at this time, had no fluctuations in his mood.

He killed someone with a expressionless face.

There is no shouting or venting, just swaying the knife again and again in silence.

Someone raised something that was so rough that it could not even be called a weapon, so the man was cut off by Li Xian's head. The artery, which had no resistance, began to erupt blood, and a blood mist exploded in the air. Someone ran away with tears and slashed from behind and tore his back with a knife. The long bloody flesh rolled to both sides, revealing pieces of white spine. Someone was scared and pissed and knelt down with a trembling pants. When Li Xian jumped past the horse, he took the opportunity to split the head with one knife. Before he died, the white brains could even see the white brain flowing slowly in front of his eyes, into his eyes, and into his mouth.

Tie Liaolang and his friends used long spears to protect Li Xian's left and right, and no one could get close to them. The horse thief behind them used a horizontal knife to continuously expand the torn opening, so big that he could not even block the blood.

As Iron Fanglang said, this is a group of rioters with no combat power.

Under the calm killing of the Eighteen Knights, they completely collapsed.

They fled, and they had no life. They could not escape the four hooves of war horses, nor could they avoid those powerful weapons for killing people.

Not far away, the remaining people stopped cheering. They stood there looking a little numb, watching the eighteen demons massacre bandits. Some sobbed silently, while others couldn't help but squat down and vomited. Until they could no longer vomit any sticky things in their stomachs, they began to retching sour water.

Two bandits robbed two old horses in the village and climbed onto the bare horse's back and swayed to escape to the distance. They didn't even ask themselves to escape the killing, as long as they could escape faster than their companions.

A long spear like a poisonous dragon stabbed through the side, piercing a bandit who had just climbed onto a horse. The man who made the spear had an amazing arm strength. He picked up the bandit who was still kicking randomly and raised it high, and then penetrated it to the ground. The bandit's head just hit a stone crusher and burst like a watermelon. Then, the long spear poked out again and pierced another bandit riding on the horse through the heart. The three-foot-long spear tip suddenly turned in the man's body, and blood kept splashing out along the blood hole, mixed with small pieces of minced meat.

The arms holding the long spear were extremely stable. After stabbing one person to death, the spear tip swirled, and easily cut open the throat of a bandit. A blood line chased the spear tip and splashed out. The man subconsciously covered his neck, but could not stop more and more blood from pouring out. When he looked at the man who was using the spear in despair, one of his companions had been pierced directly by the man's spear and broke out of his brain.

The man who used the spear came from and stood in front of the bandits. He sat steadily on the back of a strong war horse, and the long spear was stabbed out quickly like a phoenix nodding. Each thorn could harvest a fresh life. Beside him, two servants smiled and cut off the noses of the dead bandits. These two boys, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old, were very skilled in using daggers, and it seemed as simple as cutting a person's nose to death.

The man who gave the spear killed people quickly, and the two servants cut their noses as quickly as possible.

If compared, if Li Xian is calm in killing someone, then this person is full of passion for killing someone. He seems to enjoy the murder process, and his slightly dark face is filled with a happy smile.

"Xiao Bing, Xiao Ding, you two are cutting faster. I'm going to go forward. The white-faced boy on the opposite side is so powerful that he can't kill someone a little slower than me. He can't let him take away all the credit. I'm still hoping to cut a few more noses for wine money!"

"Master, just open your killing. Don't worry, I can't fall behind Xiao Ding and I!"

A servant wiped a handful of blood on his face, revealing his white teeth and said with a smile.

The black-faced man burst into laughter and danced his spear and rushed into the gangsters.

Li Xian cut off half of the shoulders of a bandit with a knife. He was looking for the next target but suddenly found that the front was empty. He had noticed the black-faced man who suddenly appeared and rode his horse and spear, but he did not expect that the other party would kill people so quickly.

Just as I looked up at the other party, I suddenly heard the man opposite him ask with a smile: "Hey! That white-faced boy, what's your name? The knife makes it really good!"

Li Xian frowned slightly. Seeing the man opposite him killing quickly and ruthlessly, he didn't expect that his voice was a bit tender.

He looked up and looked carefully before he found that although the other person's face was slightly dark, the corners of his mouth were bare and there was no fluff. It was obvious that he was as old as him. When he was surprised, Li Xian asked casually.

"Hey! That black-faced boy, who are you?"
Chapter completed!