not bound

In the new calendar year 1002, the nine kingdoms of the Central Plains, Zhaonan.

A knight makes a good sword, and a hero deserves a famous sword, just like a beauty belongs to a hero.

A 17-year-old young chivalrous man entered the arena for the first time, and accidentally won the Spirit Sword Broken Jade in a sword test, which shocked countless martial arts people, most of whom thought that such a brat was not worthy of being the master of the Spirit Sword.

In the next six months, the young man encountered many sword snatchers, many of whom were seniors who chased and killed him for as long as three months, relying on their high aptitude and large number of people.

Traveling long distances, the young man struggled to deal with the pursuers. At first, he was barely able to escape the pursuit, but in the later stage, he was able to fight back so that the group of people did not dare to pursue them again for a period of time.

It is impossible for those people to be willing to reveal their identities, so as long as they choose the urban route, it will be much safer.It's a pity that the inn where he stayed in the town was attacked several times, so he no longer wants to flirt with those who openly flatter and covertly stab the knife.

In the end, he chose to enter the mountains and forests, exposing the killing to the natural sunlight.Here, viciousness, hypocrisy, and greed all become blatant.

He is not familiar with this mountain forest, so he can only choose the route by intuition.

Fortunately, even though God gave him endless pursuit, he also gave him the luck to survive from desperation.Every time he was forced to a dead end, he could always escape by climbing mountains and crossing rivers by virtue of his strange movements.

So whether it's body skills or swordsmanship, they improved in a short period of time.

Sometimes he is quite grateful for the pursuit of this group of people, which made him grow so fast.

Two days ago, he killed an old and cunning person who seemed to be an important member of a certain family. After the group lost their leader, they became like headless chickens.

Sansha, who has lost his unified leadership, is nothing in the eyes of the young man. He just wants to go a little farther and find some food to fill his stomach before the group elects a new leader.

One must know that he has not eaten seriously for more than ten days, either picking wild fruits or drinking dew on the leaves, hungry and smelly, and finally looking forward to this day.

After walking in the mountains for several days, he finally saw a village that should be able to take a rest temporarily. Many black and green roofs were hidden among the trees, and it was not a small village.

Turning around a small bamboo grove and stepping into that area, the cloying smell of blood in the air rushed towards me, and a feeling of nausea that I had never felt before permeated my face.

Looking down, dark red blood was spreading under his feet.

The leaves all over the ground were wrapped in mud and solidified black blood, as if hell's skull flowers would grow out of the soil immediately.

After walking a few steps forward, he shook slightly, and took a step back unconsciously.Even though his hands were covered with blood, he had never seen such a disgusting scene.

The thick blood on the ground was still flowing, and the blood sprayed on the walls, doors and windows had dried up and turned brown.

Mingfeng wailed, and under the broken bricks and broken tiles, the chicken coop and kennel were not spared.

And corpses.

Men and women, old and young, either gathered together or scattered around, all lay on the ground, as if they had experienced a long delay.

The dismembered hands and feet were scattered around the body, and each corpse had an extremely hideous expression, which was the only expression that could be left in the last fight before death.Every adult or child is not at the mercy of others. Those hands holding the tools tightly, and those postures when they fell down prove that they have fought against evil forces bravely and fearlessly.

It's a pity they failed.

Sad and angry emotions finally floated on this land, and he seemed to see the resentment of those people who rushed to the sky before they died, roaring, roaring, unwilling, scattered and fell.

There was a tingling in his heart, and the boy clenched his teeth.

Are there any survivors here?Or, is there no one left?

His youthful face was hidden under the mask, at this moment even he didn't know what expression he had, and what expression he should have.

Carefully stepping over the broken bodies on the ground, stepping on the sticky blood, the shoes gradually turned red, and the sticky feeling from the feet was very obvious.

Seeing a few not-so-strong Central Plains horses lying on the ground, he closed his eyes.

It was so insane that even the horses in the stables were killed in order to prevent the villagers from escaping.

He could imagine the scene at that time. The horses tied to the stakes jumped up and down in the narrow stable because they couldn’t escape. The horses’ hooves trampled the ground frantically. Frenzied, until hot blood spurted out from their slender and tight necks and soft abdomens, they gradually stopped moving and fell to the ground, blood muddying the uneven ground.

Opening his eyes suddenly, he wanted to find someone, if there was any survivor, at least one person.

At this moment, he completely forgot that the person chasing him would probably come here soon.

After a circle, he returned to the stable, his eyes tired.

No, nothing.

There was blood everywhere, as if it had just been harvested by the soul harvesters. Except for the roar of the soul, this place was as quiet as a cemetery.

It's almost like a cemetery here.

The sound of a weapon being inserted into the flesh penetrated the stone wall, trembled in the air, and directly entered the boy's ears!

So distinct!

The boy turned around suddenly.

There are people in the house!

When he went in, there were still corpses all over the place.

Impossible, the voice just now cannot be wrong.Anxious eyes searched around, and then he patted his head. He was dizzy just now, but he didn't expect that there was a mechanism under the ground, how could there be half a footprint by the wall!

There was no sound from the sword energy, and a hole was opened in the door disguised as a wall. He gently removed the door panel without making a sound.

There's a lot of breathing down there, survivors, or killers?

He couldn't be sure.

At the end of the long gray stone stairs, another piece of hell appeared before his eyes.

A dozen or so people wearing long robes crowded into the small, not spacious hall. At their feet, there were corpses lying all over the place, corpses that had been stabbed with sharp knives and were full of holes.

Their robes are no longer the original snow-white color, but are attached with bloody red life and black resentment!

At this moment, they inserted a pair of golden rapiers into a man's body. The rapiers were in a trance under the dim candlelight. At first glance, it really looked like the legendary torture scene where thousands of swords were pierced through the body.

Except for that man, there was no one alive.

The man doesn't look like he's going to live much longer.

"Look around you, your parents, uncles and nephews, and this group of stubborn old people, how hard they struggled to die under the blood thorns. You just have to say it obediently, and I can give you a happy, otherwise You will be drained to the last drop of blood like these people."

One of the group said with a slightly weird accent.

The man gritted his teeth and refused to speak, his eyes were a little loose, and the blood was frozen at the corner of his stubborn mouth.

If a person is brought up under the standards of the best doctors, there is no way to treat others with death.Even if he is no longer a doctor, the spiritual teachings from childhood cannot be washed away, let alone such a frenzied torture in front of him.

This scene was like someone took a carving knife and carved it into his eyes and into his heart bit by bit.

Clenching his fists, he could hardly think.

Anger is coming from the gallbladder, he can't care about anything anymore, the only thought at the moment is to save this person.

His stature suddenly exploded, and he rushed to the man like an arrow from the string. With a swing of his long sword, he cut off the head of the man who spoke, with almost no stickiness!

His speed was unbelievably fast, and everyone was stunned. The expression on the head still maintained the grinning expression when the confession was forced just now. Sprayed the men in white next to them.

Without waiting for those people to react, he did not stop, and shot quickly, without sword flashes, without dodging, and there were only extremely concise and clear slashes, and violent attacks.

The epee has become a butcher's knife, designed to slaughter those inhuman animals.

The sword edge penetrated into a person's body, crushed the internal organs, quickly pulled out, wiped off the clothes, and entered the next person.

The blue spirit sword was already covered in blood, and the sword light also turned crimson.

The edge of the sword reversed for a week, and the blade groaned from the blood.Then the tip of the sword touched the ground, and the blood quickly flowed to the ground along the blade, and the blue blade was revealed again.

He actually didn't like to use violence to control violence, but the anger he couldn't restrain at this time made him just want to use the blood of these people to pay homage to the undead, even though the dead had nothing to do with him.

It's his inherent paranoia.

The vague sense of good and evil and justice recorded in the scriptures was deeply implanted in his heart, although he never knew how to distinguish between good and evil and how to implement justice.But it doesn't matter, these people have caused the death of unarmed people, that is evil, and they deserve to die.

And I happened to arrive here, and I happened to see hell, so let me wipe them out.

When he put his sword back into its sheath, the group of men in white fell to the ground, just like the villagers who were besieged by them on the ground, as if they had never fought back, nor could they.

Everyone was killed by a sword, all the internal organs were smashed by the true energy, and the blood sprayed out sprinkled half of the faceless mask, and part of the blood slowly dripped down from the frosty mask, which was very terrifying.

The man whose body was pierced by the rapier woke up from a semi-consciousness and watched the scene. He didn't know what this man was here for, so he just held on and stared.

The young knight-errant's long clothes are dark green, his faceless mask is stained with blood, like Shura reincarnated.

"Are you okay?" The voice under the mask was hoarse.

The man nodded, his chest rose and fell violently, and he could even hear the sound of broken breathing after the lung lobe was damaged. He moved, trying to get up from those who were pressing on his body.

One by one, he kicked the men in white away, vacated the space under his feet, walked up to the man, helped him against the wall, knelt down to feel his pulse, and asked casually, "Who are they that forced you What are you doing?"

The man closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he would rather keep this secret underground than mention it.

The boy didn't ask any more questions, wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes, took out a pouch from his pocket, took out a silver needle, and baked it on the candlestick in the cellar to seal several acupuncture points of the man.

"Everyone is dead, it's not safe to stay here, do you have a place to go?" The young man watched the blood on the man's body gradually stop, pulled out the veil to cover the man's mouth, and quickly pulled out the veil that had been inserted into the man's body. Counting the thin swords on his body, there are as many as nine.

The man trembled, his teeth clenched, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth. It must have hurt his lungs, and the blood flowed backwards.

He kept moving his hands, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest-like chest, took out a purple-gold elixir, pinched the man's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the elixir into it. into his mouth.Fortunately, the elixir melted in the mouth, so the man didn't suffer any crime.

"Nothing."

After closing his eyes and resting for a long time, the man finally said these words tremblingly.

The author has something to say:

Bai Shu: Finally, it's my home stadium!I'm really the best supporting actor!

Hua Lingyu: Self-righteous, overconfident!This son is the best supporting actor, right?

Fu Xiao: If the best supporting actor is divided by who plays the worst, I choose to withdraw from the competition for this award!