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At this time, Li Qingshan's steel knife took another person's life. Although the knife was also hit in the back, it did not penetrate deep into the flesh, and the wound contracted and not much blood came out.
At the same time, a waist knife pierced into his lower abdomen obliquely, and he firmly grasped the blade, raised the knife and cut off a head full of horror.
That fierce air is daunting.
Xiao Hei was not convinced at first, but Li Qingshan's sudden attack was the only way to defeat them. He was determined to find a chance to retrieve the scene. At this time, a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The exquisiteness of Li Qingshan's sword technique and the fierce killing shocked him.
This beast is not something a half-toned hunter like him can kill. Fortunately, he has only been in the busy market, and he hasn't really confronted Li Qingshan with his sword.
In a moment, seven people lay down their bodies, Li Qingshan knelt on one knee with a broken steel knife, covered with more than ten wounds, and his clothes were soaked with blood. There were other people's as well as his own.
The only one remaining ginseng picker, his face is full of fright and madness. Although he has done a lot of murder and overstocking, he is bullying goodness. He has never seen such a tragic fight in his life: "You... You lunatic!"
Li Qingshan's expression is like a hard bluestone. Between life and death, his every move and every style is superbly performed, stimulating the potential of his body. But this is also extremely physical and exhausted in a moment.
So this is the path I chose? It's really full of blood!
Qing Niu stood aside leisurely, as if asking: Do you regret it
"I'm killing you!" The ginseng guest roared and rushed up.
Without a trace of strength on his body, the blade fell on his neck, and the chilly hair stood up. Li Qingshan roared wildly: "I don't regret it!" The breath in his body circulated, all rushed to his hands, clenched the steel knife, and swung the knife to greet him.
"Beng" "Swish!" The bowstring tore the air, and a feather arrow shot out, nailing the last ginseng picker to the ground.
Li Qingshan raised his head in amazement, and several vigorous figures slipped down from the mountain wall. They were the hunters of Lema Village. They approached Li Qingshan carefully, and slammed forward and grabbed his limbs.
But Li Qingshan exhausted his energy at that moment, and was lifted above the valley by them.
"Boy, good job!" Huang Binghu put away his big bow, gave a compliment, and said nothing more. With a wave, the hunters lurked down on both sides of the valley again.
After a short while, other ginseng pickers came and looked at their companion's corpse with solemn expressions. When they saw the ginseng picker who was nailed to the ground, their complexion suddenly changed and shouted, "Go back!" "
"Let it go!" Huang Binghu gave an order, and the arrows on both sides of the valley fell like rain.
The pickers suddenly waved their knives, but unless the martial arts were too far apart, how could they be able to block the arrows, and a scream rang out.
The Huang Binghu is holding a big bow and standing on a protruding boulder, specifically to kill the ginseng pickers who are trying to escape. Every arrow will hit, and the arrow will have no false hair, just like a god of death.
Li Qingshan watched with his body supported, and felt shocked in his heart. On the one hand, the battle between the two great Zhuangzi was so easy and tragic, and on the other hand, he was shocked by the power of the bow and arrow.
He cultivated the powerful fist of the bull demon, and the fastest growth was strength. If he could open a big bow, wouldn't he be able to kill people like this.
When the Huang Binghu shot the fifth arrow, the screams had ceased, and only the faint moan persisted.
"Yellow Sick Tiger!" A ginseng picker who was shot through his thigh let out a stern roar.
"It's right down!" Huang Binghu jumped down to Gao Yan, and asked, "Where is the ginseng? If you say it, I'll give you a good time!"
"You... how do you know?"
"I still know something about the 100,000 mountains. Ginseng appeared in the mountains near Lema Village. Taking it can eliminate all diseases and promote longevity, isn't it? I thought it was fake. Yes, but you are a little bit convinced by your expression. You are too self-conscious if you want to grab food from your mouth."
"You want to use Ling Ginseng to cure your disease, but it is wishful thinking. You don't know how to catch Ling Ginseng. Wait, Shen Wangzhuang will not let it go!"
"You want to compete with Le Ma Zhuang even with your broken sands?"
"Ha ha ha ha, this news spreads, I don't know how many strong players will gather in Le Ma Zhuang."
The yellowish tiger's complexion changed slightly: "Are you willing?" Seeing nothing to ask, with a wave of hands, the hunters stepped forward and killed the undead ginseng pickers with knives, then collected their belongings and lifted them up. Thrown into the valley.
In the blink of an eye, the corpses all over the ground were cleaned up. Only the remaining blood stains showed the fierce fighting just now. After another mountain rain fell, there would be nothing left.
Human lives, at certain times, are really as cheap as ants.
The Orion's eyes once again turned to Li Qingshan, in which there was admiration and murderous aura without concealment.
Li Qingshan himself heard a big secret. The people in Le Ma Zhuang would never let him go. The easiest way was to kill them with one blow and throw them down into the valley with the ginseng pickers.
The hateful Qingniu refused to help, despite his wandering between life and death, this trip, he not only understood that his strength is no longer what it used to be, but also realized that he is weak now, perhaps this is the purpose of Qingniu.
Huang Binghu said: "Little brother, are you willing to come with me to sit in Lema Village?"
"What if I say no?"
"I don't know how to promote it!" "Kill him!" The Orions were furious.
Huang Binghu waved his hand and said: "I don't kill innocent people. If you don't want to, just leave by yourself! I believe you are not a talkative person."
Li Qingshan has never been so insecure. With his heroic demeanor, he will not be soft when he kills people. Maybe he will not kill, but the hunters under him are murderous.
And he also deliberately visited Le Ma Zhuang, maybe he could learn some methods of hunting and archery. Then you can live independently, without the assistance of Qingniu, and your own strength can be greatly increased. As for the ginseng, he didn't dare to think about it.
"Then it's better to be respectful than fate."
The Huang Binghu smiled just now, and ordered someone to send me the ointment to apply to Li Qingshan, only to find that the wound on his body shrank and there was no bleeding, he was surprised.
Li Qingshan reluctantly came to the bullock cart, took out the newly bought ginseng, slowly chewed it in his mouth, patted the mud seal of the wine jar, and poured the wine into his stomach.
The wine rushed through the ginseng, and a rush of heat filled my abdomen. I immediately felt a lot more energetic and surprised everyone.
Li Qingshan climbed into the bullock cart, ignored others, closed his eyes and meditated. He should take this opportunity to sum up the gains and losses of this battle.
First of all, you can no longer be lucky. I heard people say that the world is sinister. Today is only a personal experience. If one step is careless, there is the possibility of death. Human life in this world is really too humble. It is impossible to always have someone to help, and it is impossible to rely on an on-the-spot outbreak. To be brave and intrepid is to seek a dead end, and this great life must be cherished.
But in this life-and-death fight, his understanding of "Bull Demon Power Fist" has been deepened, and the spirit of the whole person has become a little different, as if a treasure knife has been tempered.
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