Yang Xingzhou actually didn't want to kill anyone. The feeling of ending a living life with his own hands was definitely not a good feeling. It was just like when he killed a chicken in his previous life, cut its throat and let its blood flow into the bowl.

Struggling in his hands, life was tending to destruction with the flow of blood drop by drop. The trembling feeling of muscles and the feeling of dying little by little made it difficult for him to forget the first time he killed a chicken.

But even so, he killed the chicken and plucked its feathers. When a pot of stewed chicken was brought to him, he still ate deliciously and felt that everything was worth it.

Killing is different.

When killing chickens, you kill only one chicken, but when you kill people, you kill the same kind. It's okay for those who are crazy, but for people with simple thoughts, they just kill, and they gradually get used to it, but for people with complex thoughts, they just kill.

, after the first murder, you will have a nauseating feeling. When you close your eyes, you will be like the person you killed before death. It may even take many days of torture to get used to it.

But no matter what you do, as long as you do it more, you will slowly get used to it.

As a bandit, Yang Xingzhou originally had human lives in his hands. After Yang Xingzhou borrowed a corpse and came back to this body, he was still a little uncomfortable when he killed people to protect himself. Killing evil people is certainly a chivalrous thing to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people. But

It is best for most people not to watch the scene of killing evil people with your own hands. After watching it, you will definitely feel sick.

Just like beheading and execution, it sounds easy on paper, but when you see a person's head being chopped off with your own eyes, it is estimated that many people will be left with a psychological shadow.

Yang Xingzhou didn't really become strong until he lived in Heifeng Village for two or three years. This kind of strength is not only an improvement in martial arts, but also a rational understanding of the cruel reality and the need to adapt to it.

means of living.

He loves his own life extremely, and shows the utmost respect for the lives of others. However, people cannot help themselves in the world. Some things cannot be solved by verbal disputes alone. The best way is to destroy the enemy physically.

, once and for all!

Now, after experiencing countless cruel or touching things, Yang Xingzhou has developed his own unique concept of survival.

He is cautious, but not weak. He has a heart of stone, but he is not easy to kill. He acts unscrupulously, but he has his own moral bottom line. Although he does not claim to be a chivalrous person, what he does is not in any major sense.

lose.

After coming to this world, since someone wanted to kill him, it was only natural for him to fight back!

In his eyes, enemies do not distinguish between men and women, only life and death. Only dead enemies are the best enemies.

After blood spattered the long street in Suzhou City and killed more than a dozen young girls, Yang Xingzhou, with a calm expression on his face, rode his horse forward slowly, and people along the way gave way, as if avoiding ghosts and gods.

After leaving the city gate, Yang Xingzhou's expression of murderous intent remained unabated. The iron gun beside the red flame dragon horse could not help but tremble slightly. It seemed that it sensed Yang Xingzhou's murderous intent, and the gun also became excited.

After passing the Thousand Persons Stone, there is the Sword Pond, surrounded by dense trees and lush greenery.

A wooden bridge lies across the pool like a rainbow. The water is green and cold, with duckweed dots on it. The cold air blows towards your face. The green water seems to be hiding murderous aura.

Yang Xingzhou smiled brightly and the horse continued to move forward.

Autumn clouds gather in the distance, and the faint sound of evening bells can be heard in the breeze.

After walking around Jianchi, you can see a very large stone well, which is more than ten feet wide. Next to the well, there is a red railing that winds around a hexagonal mountain pavilion.

There is a person sitting in the mountain pavilion. He is an old man with white hair and a high crown. He is sitting alone making tea. There is a teapot on the small red clay stove. The fragrance of tea is lingering and thin smoke is rising.

After hearing the sound of horse hooves, the old man turned to look at Yang Xingzhou: "But Yang Xingzhou, Master Yang? Can you come in and have a bowl of tea?"

Yang Xingzhou reined in his horse and looked at the old man opposite: "You want to kill me?"

The old man in feathers and star crowns looked slightly startled. After a moment, he sighed: "Yes, of course I have to repay the favor I owe others. If they want me to kill you, I have no choice but to take action?"

"Oh? What's your name?"

"Old handsome Yifan!"

"Okay, you can die!"

Bang!

A silver needle shot out from Yang Xingzhou's hand like lightning, and enveloped Shuai Yifan like a rain of flowers.

Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Nail!

This is exactly the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Nail left behind by the previous assassin who killed Yang Xingzhou.

The King of Hidden Weapons is indeed well-deserved. Even though Shuai Yifan has excellent swordsmanship and is known as the one who moves Sanchuan with one sword. He is a master who became famous more than 30 years ago, but when faced with this legendary hidden weapon, it is still difficult to dodge, and he is flown away in an instant.

The needle penetrates the body and dies.

It is said that Shuai Yifan is still a top swordsman in the righteous way, but since he has decided to attack Yang Xingzhou, Yang Xingzhou will kill him by any means necessary. This is Yang Xingzhou's attitude towards his enemies.

"Bah! Pretending to be a wolf in front of me! No enemy dares to sit in front of me unless he wants to commit suicide!"

Yang Xingzhou dismounted calmly, came to Shuai Yifan, pulled out the flying needles one by one from his body, then stuffed them into the silver box again, laughed a few times, got on his horse, and continued to move forward.

After passing Yuanyang Tomb, Tomb of Filial Son, Broken Liang Hall, Hanhan Spring, Sword Testing Stone, Sanxian Pavilion, and Immortal Cave, he saw a seven-story tower standing on the hilltop not far away. Yang Xingzhou rode up the mountain and walked

When I entered the tower, I saw vague writing on the tower. It was blood red and seemed to be written with blood. However, it was written on the top floor of the stone tower. Looking up from below, it was not clear at all.

Yang Xingzhou looked at it intently for a few times, sneered, turned his horse and left. He didn't bother to look at what words were written on the tower. His curiosity was not serious, and he didn't bother to take action with the people in the tower.

Based on his current level of cultivation, he had long sensed that there was someone in the tower, with a slight heartbeat and deep breathing. It sounded like they were experts, and there were two experts at that. They probably wrote on the tower on purpose to seduce Yang Xingzhou.

Flying around to watch, they would then be able to attack Yang Xingzhou in mid-air. Taking advantage of the convenient location and the cooperation of the two of them, it might be difficult for ordinary people to avoid the combined attacks of these two masters.

But Yang Xingzhou himself is a veteran of Yin people. Only fools would fall for such an obvious trap, so he ignored it and continued to move forward along the mountain road.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Yang Xingzhou was unmoved by the writing on the tower, this was beyond the expectations of the people in the tower. Suddenly a loud shout came from the tower, and then a man fell from the top of the tower like a flying bird.

Yang Xingzhou turned around to look, and saw that this man was so tall that he looked like a giant from the ancient times. At this moment, he was climbing up and down, as if the entire stone tower had pressed down on him. The ball in his hand swelled up in the wind, and spread out in an instant.

There was a huge fishing net with a radius of one foot, facing Yang Xingzhou under his hood. This man shot at Yang Xingzhou like he was casting a net to catch fish, and Yang Xingzhou was the fish under this fishing net at the moment.

No matter which way he dodges, he will always be enveloped by this group of people.

Yang Xingzhou didn't dodge at all, and he didn't bother to dodge. At this time, even the pear flower nail in the heavy rain could not knock away this giant like a mountain, so Yang Xingzhou started to take action.

With the spear in hand, stab into the sky!

His shot was like a thunderbolt, like lightning. Before the giant pounced in the air could clearly see Yang Xingzhou's move, the spear had penetrated his chest and back, and then an unparalleled force came out from the barrel of the gun, tearing his chest out.

A large transparent hole appeared on the front and back, and then the entire body was broken into two parts.

Just as his two bodies were flying to both sides, the fishing net in the air also fell down. Yang Xingzhou drew his gun and picked up the fishing net. With a slight shake, the fishing net quickly retracted toward the tip of the gun, forming a

The palm-sized ball of thread fell into Yang Xingzhou's hand.

"This fishing net is pretty good, much better than the fishing net in Jueqing Valley!"

He lowered his head and looked at the two corpses that fell on the ground. Only then did he realize that the dead giant was actually a woman, or an old woman. It was a miracle that a woman could grow so tall. In future generations, it would be a surprise.

He was a basketball and volleyball player, but now, he has become a dead old woman.

"Why do you, a girl, have to get involved in the affairs of the world? Do you want to show how ugly you are?"

Yang Xingzhou sighed, put away the fishing net, and turned to look at a short old man rushing towards him from the bottom of the tower. This man was extremely short, but he wore a big straw hat like a wheel on his head.

It was like half a chopstick holding a dish. The whole person was shrouded in the shadow of the straw hat, and his face could not be seen at all, but he was holding a long hook and sickle gun in his hand.

The sun shone with a cold light.

"You actually killed her!"

The short old man ran and shouted: "You actually killed her!"

The tone was full of incredible shock and pain, and one could tell from the first listen that he must have had an extremely deep relationship with the dead giant.
Chapter completed!