In the Blade

The situation is even more troublesome than what the grassland warrior reported.

Others may not have reacted yet, but He Xiqing knows that the family axe held by his brother has at least a hundred lives stained on it.

With such abundant blood and evil spirit, except for heroes like his brother who have been tempered with him in the cold wind of Mobei, anyone who holds this weapon will lose his mind and become a crazy demon who only knows how to kill.

However, the problem lies here.

The blood and evil spirit have already entered the brain and become a crazy demon. Naturally, it is impossible for the blood and evil spirit to accumulate again.

In other words, the more people the demon kills at this moment, the stronger he will become.

And now, the demon has killed fifteen people in a row.

"Why is it at this time..."

He Xiqing inexplicably had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"We must get rid of that monster as quickly as possible."

After He Xiqing rode out, the tragic scene in front of him was indeed far more than the number reported by the grassland warrior.

Corpses, corpses everywhere on the street, the grassland warriors who were originally rampant on the street were now broken into pieces, mixed with the slaughtered townspeople.

"...Wait? This is not the mark of an axe!"

He Xiqing frowned after just looking at the corpse in the distance.

It was the corpse of a grassland rider. Just looking at the posture of his fall, he should have wanted to charge with a lance before he died - but some kind of long weapon blocked the tip of the lance at a considerable distance.

Immediately afterwards, when the bodies intertwined, the head of the warhorse, together with the upper body of the rider, was cut off obliquely by the sharp blade.

He Xiqing knew the family heirloom axe very well.

An axe could not make such a cut at all.

"It's not just the axe..."

The ominous feeling in He Xiqing's heart became stronger and stronger.

The more he rode forward, the more he frowned, because there were other different wounds on the bodies of the grassland soldiers on the ground.

Some seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, with smooth and flat cuts, while others seemed to be stabbed by random knives, and the whole thing was torn into a ball of minced meat. Some people seemed to be thrown to the ground, their internal organs were shattered, and some people simply had their entire heads and helmets smashed into the chest.

But what caught He Xiqing's attention the most were the burn marks on those corpses.

This was not like an ordinary fire, he smelled a familiar feeling.

This made He Xiqing secretly grasp the handle of the sword at his waist.

"Could it be that the monster has also come to this point?"

He Xiqing's face became more and more ugly.

As we all know, if you kill too much with a knife, blood evil will inevitably enter your body, gradually go crazy, and become inhuman - but few people know that there are also differences between these inhumans.

Under conscious killing, He Xiqing, who has accumulated a lot of blood evil, has already stepped into that level.

So he is more troubled now.

Only he, and only he, can compete with monsters of that level. As for those soldiers who are also infused with blood evil... In front of monsters that have already entered the next stage, they are just ordinary blood evils, and they can't even last a round.

Just like when Liu Yanran, the commander-in-chief of the Jizhou army, faced his knife.

This is a qualitative difference, an absolute difference.

But now, that monster has also mastered similar power and has entered a level similar to him.

"It may be a bit troublesome to kill..."

He Xiqing continued to ride forward.

It was at this time that he finally saw the familiar, family-inherited axe.

The old axe whistled with a shrill sound, splitting the head of a grassland soldier, including the helmet. Then a five-foot-long knife came out diagonally, cutting the body of another grassland soldier at an incredible angle and distance.

More grassland soldiers surrounded them. Their eyes were already red with blood evil in their bodies, and they only knew how to kill people and take lives. But a blazing fire blocked their way. At the moment when these soldiers hesitated, a figure rushed out from the fire and stabbed the leading soldier into a sieve in an instant.

Until now, no one could even see clearly how the figure came out with the knife.

Except for He Xiqing who came from afar.

"All retreat! You are not his opponent!"

He Xiqing confirmed it with just one glance.

It was this person, and it could only be this person.

The murderer who killed his brother was the person in front of him!

"Everyone retreat! I want to kill him myself!"

Hearing He Xiqing's order, the grassland soldiers, even though their eyes were red from killing, still gritted their teeth and retreated to the side.

As He Xiqing's direct subordinates, He Xiqing was their heaven.

"So it was you who killed me... huh?"

He Xiqing, who had just dismounted, had just drawn his sword from its sheath when his brows suddenly frowned.

It was not just the grassland soldiers who retreated in front of him.

Even the figure holding the axe sheathed his weapon and retreated all the way to the distance.

"What..."

He Xiqing didn't even have time to say anything, the murderer who killed his brother had already jumped on his horse and ran all the way to the distance.

"Brother is so awesome!"

"Amazing! You are worthy of being the eldest brother!"

"It was just a look that scared away the monster! It takes a big brother to do that!"

Seeing that the murderers who had killed so many people just now were running away in panic, the grassland soldiers couldn't help praising He Xiqing's bravery even though they were red-eyed.

It's just a look that can defeat the enemy. Who else can do it except the powerful He Xiqing?

"No...no!"

After coming back to his senses, He Xiqing instantly got on his horse.

"Chase! Chase quickly! We must not let him escape! He is a normal person! He is not crazy at all!"

"this……"

Although they didn't quite understand why the elder brother suddenly became anxious, a group of grassland warriors still obeyed He Xiqing's order, found their horses, and chased him all the way.

But after wasting this long time, how could they catch up with the galloping figure in the distance.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Murshu, who was nine feet tall and as tall as an iron tower, also rushed over on horseback, accompanying He Xiqing.

"If we can't catch up today, then forget it. After all, the soldiers are a little tired after killing for a day... Anyway, the murderer's heels are in Yangjiapu. No matter how hard he runs, he can't escape from us. Chase..."

"You said the opposite, Murshu."

He Xiqing's face was ashen.

"We are not chasing him now, he is chasing you."

Looking at the crimson figure of the rider in the distance who was far away but refused to leave for a long time, He Xiqing tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

"The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear... Do you still remember how we attacked the Jizhou Governor's Mansion?"

"He's using my fighting style, and he's going to eat you first."

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