Even if you are mowing the grass, mowing for such a long time will make you tired.
What's more, in the face of these, the red fire thieves who are brave and fearless and single-mindedly rush towards them.
Shen Xiu then began to consciously gather his strength, not to do useless work, and became more accurate with his sword and punch.
A flash of silver light!
Throw out the punch!
It's just a big red fire thief lying on the ground looking at the moon.
Those Red Fire thieves either had their chests pierced, their heads blown off, or their throats cut with a knife.
Among such a crowd.
Shen Xiu also inevitably received a few scattered blows, but with his speed, after dodging, there were only some slight blood wounds, which was not serious.
When the surrounding area was empty and suddenly he didn't feel anyone wielding a knife, Shen Xiu looked around and found that there was no one around him who could stand up at this moment.
Rivers of blood flowed in the field, and corpses lay everywhere.
The murderous aura condensed in his body almost burst out of his body.
"If I don't die, I will teach you to die without a burial place!"
Seeing the slaughtered Red Fire Village, Yang Long, as the head of the family, felt terrified and extremely angry at the same time.
A pair of eyes stared intently at Shen Xiu's figure, wanting to kill someone as never before.
"You'd better take care of yourself first!"
However, Yang Jinhong in front of him laughed heartily, not caring about his injuries at all, and chose to exchange injuries with Yang Long.
No updates will be given to him.
A chance to escape and attack Shen Xiu.
However, this kind of entanglement made Yang Long even more furious. His overwhelming anger was firmly blocked in his chest, and his emotions were beyond words.
He looked at Shen Xiu with a fixed look in his eyes.
But he decisively chose to trade injuries for injuries like Yang Jinhong.
Now he has suddenly become a bare village leader. He can only turn all his anger into strength and strike hard at the hateful guy who is entangled in front of him.
If the knife breaks, use your fist; if the fist breaks, use your legs.
It’s useless anyway.
Under this extremely fierce battle, both of them became extremely miserable.
Yang Jinhong's body was covered with blood, mixed with the other party's blood and his own.
His indestructible golden body has long been unable to maintain itself under Yang Long's continuous attacks, and now the only defense he maintains is his lonesome courage.
Both of them are in the same bad state.
Seeing this, Chen Xiu looked at the situation and felt that Yang Jinhong might not be able to hold on any longer. He took a deep breath, raised his knife and rushed out.
However, Yang Jinhong didn't wait for him to arrive. He suddenly shouted loudly and his body glowed with golden light again. At this moment, blood oozed from his nostrils and eardrums.
Facing Yang Longlai's fist, he stood up bravely and faced it with his body.
Yang Long's fist hit Yang Jinhong's chest and heart very hard. There was a heavy muffled sound, and Yang Jinhong immediately spat out a mouthful of blood again.
That blood.
It turns out to be a dark, deep black.
However, when he encountered a heavy attack, he did not dodge or dodge. He clenched his fists with both hands and struck hard at Yang Long's undefended temples.
In front of him, Yang Long felt confused, his consciousness was hazy, and he was almost shattered by those fists.
Before he could react.
Yang Jinhong on the opposite side did it again as usual, and the extremely fierce fists hit Yang Long's temples again.
The next moment, his brain was buzzing.
Then everything went dark and fell into darkness.
Yang Jinhong looked at the boss, Yang Long, who had blood flowing out of his ears, nose, and orifices, and suddenly smiled calmly.
The endless feeling of soreness and pain was transmitted from every inch of muscle in his body, from the inside and outside of himself, to his consciousness.
His wrists are sore.
Open your hands stiffly and weakly.
Yang Long's body was like a limp dead snake, slumping to the ground.
All the dust has settled.
Yang Jinhong also suddenly collapsed on the ground, looking at the starry sky still dotted with stars, the bright moon like a jade plate.
He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the laughter was deafening, resounding throughout the entire Chihuo Village.
Smile and smile.
His eyes suddenly became moist and blurry with tears...
Chen Xiu couldn't help but have mixed feelings when he looked at the man who suddenly fell down and lay on the ground.
Thinking of something, he ran into the red fire thieves' mansion and went through the walls and cabinets one by one, looking for elixirs to heal internal injuries.
On the way, when he encountered a hiding red fire thief, he thrust out his knife and the result was decisive.
After searching for it, he found a locked medicine box, cut the lock on the outside and opened it, and immediately found a pile of scattered bottles and cans inside.
I picked out a few bottles of medicine to treat internal injuries and rushed outside Dazhai.
At this time, Yang Jinhong had climbed to the steps outside the village house without knowing it.
Sitting on the bluestone slab, facing the gap on the other side of the valley, my eyes looked at the distant red sunlight.
There.
A round of dawn has gradually spread over the world.
Seeing the bottles of healing medicine handed over by Shen Xiu, Yang Jinhong showed a sad look on his face, then smiled and shook his head slightly.
"Ahem... No, no need. Now I have run out of oil. Even if the Great Luo Immortal is alive, there is nothing I can do!"
After sighing, Master Yang continued, "Now I can only leave it to you to help the martial arts school get out of trouble. I have fought against Wang Yuehu before and I know that his cultivation is frivolous and he has almost no breakthroughs and has been promoted to the fourth realm to return to Tibet." The possibility, even if it exists, is just empty air.
If my guess is correct, it is most likely a smoke bomb released to allow him to succeed.
Judging from your strength, it’s not that you don’t have the strength to fight, but what you need to pay attention to is his poison..."
"Don't worry about me now, just leave as soon as possible... Kill him, tell me, and I will take him on the road..."
Yang Jinhong's voice was very labored, and the further back he went, the quieter he became.
He lay down on the pillar behind him.
Facing Wang Yuehu, who he hated so much and was ultimately responsible for everything, he actually wanted to do it himself.
But in his current state.
The body collapses and the oil lamp dries up. No matter how strong the thoughts are at this moment, I am afraid there is nothing I can do.
……
The front mountain of Baihu Ridge, somewhere on the mountain road at this moment.
"Master Yang" was on his way with several teachers and disciples. They moved silently and looked solemn.
According to the current speed, it may only take one stick of incense to reach the Red Fire Village surrounded by the brothers.
However, Wang Yuehu is still not satisfied.
If it weren't for the fact that a few disciples who had just entered the first level of cultivation were holding them back along the way, affecting their speed of movement, they would have arrived long ago.
It's just that he can't be harsh at this time. After all, in the last moment, he still has to maintain a good image as a museum owner.
To avoid trouble.
Just one stick of incense...
Thinking of the brothers who were welcoming him, Wang Yuehu couldn't help but smile in the coming dawn...