At the entrance of the village, a majestic and majestic war horse galloped over.

Above the war horse, the middle-aged man wearing silver armor glanced at the peaceful and noisy village indifferently with his eyes. A trace of bloodthirsty flashed across Gu Jing Wubo's face, and he waved his hand and gave an order.

"kill!"

There was no hesitation in the voice, revealing the decisive, indifferent and ruthless killing.

As the word "kill" came out, hundreds of figures shot out from behind, and a bloody murderous intent also came overwhelmingly.

A total of five hundred soldiers wearing armor and holding sharp blades rushed into the crowd of onlookers!

Suddenly, there were crying, screaming, and blood surging.

In just a few breaths, a bloody scene was created again, and the unarmed simple villagers fell in a pool of blood with confusion and fear.

A cruel killing slowly came to an end in the village filled with blood mist.

"General, no..." The soldier wearing armor and blood-stained on his face half-kneeled before the war horse and said respectfully.

"Hmm?" After hearing this, the middle-aged man showed an impatient expression.

"Report to the general, my subordinates have searched them all, and now there is not even a living person here!" When the soldier heard this, his face turned pale in an instant, and he hurriedly rushed to the middle-aged man!

"Next, go!" The middle-aged man heard this, and a cold look flashed in his eyes and said ruthlessly.

As he said that, the unparalleled war horse under him roared and rushed forward like a thunderbolt, with five hundred neatly ill-equipped soldiers following closely behind.

Wow!

When passing by the village, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed the reins and stopped.

"General, what's wrong?" A soldier from behind helped him run closer and asked.

"Have you ever explored this wooden house?" The middle-aged man pointed to the exquisite wooden house beside him and said in a deep voice.

"General, there is no one in the house, so we should have dealt with it outside!" the soldier responded quickly.

"Should it?" the middle-aged man smiled and suddenly asked casually, his tone with a little dissatisfaction!

In an instant, the soldiers beside him looked as if they were ashes, and they were cold and trembling all over their bodies involuntarily, not knowing how to answer!

The whole person seemed to be fixed there, holding his breath and motionless, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes like rain.

The middle-aged man had such an effect with just one sentence, which was so creepy.

Obviously his methods left a deep shadow on the soldiers, hiding a knife in his smile, killing people invisibly, being cruel and ruthless...

"Not to be an example!"

The middle-aged man didn't even look at him, and said lightly, then jumped down from the war horse and slowly walked towards the wooden house.

In an instant, the soldier collapsed to the ground, as if he had walked by the gate of hell, gasping for breath, touched the cold sweat on his forehead with relief, and quietly retreated.

The middle-aged man stared at the small wooden house that was getting closer and closer to him, and his steps gradually became lighter, and a faint spiritual power spread out from his hands.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As the wooden house got closer and closer, the middle-aged man's nerves became tense, and the spiritual power fluctuations in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Five hundred armored soldiers behind him also moved forward, subconsciously holding the sharp blade on his waist, holding his breath and waiting for him.

Squeak!

The middle-aged man held the door handle and gently pushed open the wooden door.

Stepping into the empty house and looking around for a week, the middle-aged man looked at the wooden table near him. The spiritual power in his hand gradually dissipated and he turned around and walked towards the wooden door.

Seeing the middle-aged man walking out, the soldiers who were solemnly treated him also put down their hands holding the hilt of the sword at their waists.

The middle-aged man slowly walked towards his war horse, his face as quiet as water without any fluctuations.

At the same time, in the wooden house, the old man tightly covered Xiaohua's mouth and nose, and attached himself to the roof in a very strange posture.

Seeing the middle-aged man walking out, the old man's expression was slightly relieved, but he still held his breath, concealed the little flower and his aura and attached it to the roof.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned around and slapped his palm at the cabin.

In an instant, the strong spiritual power turned into a terrifying silver tiger and rushed towards the wooden house built by Lin Xing and Wang Jingtian.

boom!

Wood chips splashed, and a light of inspiration flashed in the wooden house. The silver giant tiger collided with the light, and the entire wooden house instantly turned into a pile of ruins.

Seeing this, the soldiers pulled out sharp blades from their waists and quickly surrounded the ruins.

A middle-aged man Gu Jing Wubo showed an unreachable smile on his face, and then he calmly rushed to the ruins and said, "Come out!"

A wooden board was suddenly moved away from the ruins, and then an old figure protected the little girl and appeared in front of everyone.

The old man looked pale, with red blood remaining at the corners of his mouth, staring at the middle-aged man coldly.

Fortunately, Xiaohua, who was standing very obediently on the side, was not hurt. She looked at the old man with big eyes, and shed tears without saying a word.

"Old Old Man, don't be fine!" The middle-aged man sneered.

"Silver Tiger! You..." The old man surrounded him and looked at the village where corpses were everywhere and pointed at the middle-aged man tremblingly.

Then he hugged the little flower who was crying beside him with his hands, not wanting to see such a bloody scene.

"Beast, you are completely destined!" The old man hugged Xiaohua's head with one hand and pointed at the middle-aged man with the other hand and shouted and cursed.

"Hahahahaha! I never thought that Old An, who is known as the Cold Star, would say such words. It seems that he has been disguising for too long and has forgotten his identity!" the middle-aged man mocked.

"Bastards, they are all unarmed civilians. What's the relationship with them? They are all innocent!" the old man said angrily.

"Yes, they are all innocent, but don't forget that they died because of you!" the middle-aged man suddenly said coldly.

In an instant, the old man's heart was shocked, his expression turned ugly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and half-kneeled on the ground.

Looking at the innocent corpse on the ground with heartache, infinite guilt and resentment were revealed in her eyes!

Obviously, the middle-aged man said the old man's heart.

Indeed, these people did die because of him...

"Hmph, I didn't expect that the legendary cold soul star light would feel guilty for the only hundreds of ants. I can't believe that the cold-blooded executioner of the Han Feng Thousands of people, the murder and the instant of the Holy Silver would be you!"

The middle-aged man mocked again and revealed a terrifying truth.

The old man with a pale face turned out to be the most powerful killer of the Holy Silver Empire, the Cold Soul Starlight!

The cold seal of thousands of people remained unmoved;

A little starlight penetrates the wind and clouds.

What we are talking about is the most terrifying killer king of the Holy Silver Empire - the Cold Soul Starlight.

The Cold Soul Star Light was famous thirty years ago, when the Holy Silver Empire spent countless costs asking him to stab him.
Chapter completed!