Chen Qiu made a mouth shape to the mountain ghost and gestured an OK gesture. He took a few steps back, hid in the lush grass, and took off his two axes from his waist with both hands.

The Black Wind Axe Eighteen Styles has special flying axe moves.

Chen Qiu has already practiced very well in the confrontation with Cha Bao, and the only thing that restricts him from performing is his mentality.

To put it simply, can Chen Qiu, a person who has traveled from modern times, make up his mind to kill him?

The last time I killed Chabao, it was forced by the situation, and I was desperate to jump over the wall.

But now it's different.

This time he had to take the initiative to break the life in front of him.

"Chen Qiu, Chen Qiu, you wanted to cut off the man named Zhao... Why should he sacrifice you for what he did?"

Chen Qiu grabbed the axe and watched the mountain ghost approaching the thief who was resting by the river like a ghost.

He whispered to himself:

"You can't do that, that world doesn't allow you to do that. You can't transform into a beast, show your minions, and walk freely."

"But this world...is OK."

Chen Qiu was like self-hypnotizing, and he pursed his lips and said:

"Don't bear it anymore, those resentment, those anger, those humiliation, don't bear it anymore, don't bear it anymore."

"Whoever dares to bully you again, whoever dares to restrain you again..."

"Kill!"

He was like a tiger lying in the grass, quietly narrowing the distance from those Northern Dynasties. His eyes widened and bloodshot appeared.

The memories of the past and this life flashed back in my mind, just like Mars bursting, igniting light and fire.

He saw the mountain ghost falling from the branches like a leap of faith.

The shimmering black sword pierced into the head of a man with a straw hat, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, which scared the others to dodge.

He saw the mountain ghost wave his sword again and chopped the nearest thief who drew his sword to the ground, and jumped into the forest without looking back.

He saw the thieves shooting arrows, trying to leave the mountain ghost.

He saw that they all turned to Gongsun Yu's direction.

It's now.

Chen Qiu rushed out of the grass for a few steps, stood up, and as the true energy flowed, he exhaled and opened his breath, and two axes, one left and one right, whistling out.

The Black Wind Axe Eighteen Styles...The Axe for Life!

"Bang"

The axe in his left hand crossed a foot and slashed hard behind a guy who was about to set his bow. The sharp axe blade shattered the bones and penetrated them straight into the heart under the kinetic energy.

The right axe was a little tilted, probably because Chen Qiu used too much force. The axe broke the left leg of another person while rotating, causing him to fall to the ground with a wail.

Chen Qiu, who had red eyes, rushed over with naked hands, grabbed the arrows scattered on the ground, knelt on the guy's chest with his left leg, and stabbed his right hand downwards.

Arrows pierce the eyeballs and go straight into the mind.

The seven people were attacked by Shan Gui and Shen Qiu. With the advantage of sneak attack, four of them died instantly. The remaining three people could no longer be able to fight and rushed out in three directions.

"You left!"

The voice of the mountain ghost came from afar. Chen Qiu was breathing heavily. He grabbed two blood-stained hand axes on his hand and ran towards the escaped guy on the left.

The guy was frightened.

He ran in the woods.

The strong back in Shen Qiu's eyes slowly coincided with the guy named Zhao who asked him to replace the medical accident in his previous life. The resentment that had been fermented in his heart for several years was like a boiling fire.

Chen Qiu waved his left axe while running, and another axe for his life roared out, but the guy rolled and flashed across the ground.

The Black Guards of the Northern Dynasties are all masters. It’s not a good idea to know whether they have high martial arts skills, but they all have experience in fighting.

The runaway man looked back and saw that there was only a thin young man behind him who was chasing him with tender cheeks, and there was no sign of the terrifying mountain ghost.

As soon as he became brave, he turned over and rose up.

He pulled out the Yanling Sword, and his face was full of ferocious struggle and roared towards Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu's eyes were red. He looked at the hideous man in front of him and saw the blade that the latter held in both hands and slashed forward.

slow!

Too slow!

It's much slower than the mountain ghost!

It is much slower than Chabao's Fenglei finger.

Chen Qiu was running slightly, moving his foot to the left, avoiding the knife that was chopping down. The axe in his right hand raised up with the kinetic energy of the impact. The sharp axe blade roared and slashed on the thief's chin.

Blood splattered everywhere, and most of the skull was blown away by this forceful blow.

"The surname of Zhao, die for the master!!!"

Chen Qiu roared, turned over and kicked the thief with a broken skull, and kicked him away.

Blood sprinkled on his body and face, and the fishy smell made Chen Qiu breathe rapidly.

He grabbed the axe, stood there, breathing in big mouthfuls.

There is no disgust, fear or something inside.

Blood, corpses, he saw a lot of these things, that excitement, that feeling...

But I have never been so happy inside.

The depression that had been in my heart for several years was finally released.

In Taoist words, this is to kill the inner demons, and all the grievances of the previous life were cut off.

There was movement behind him. Chen Qiu turned around with an axe and saw the mountain ghost rushing to the point of hurriedly carrying a blood-stained sword. Although he couldn't see the expression under the mask, he should be able to guess...

This cold mountain ghost is probably worried about him too.

"Why are you crying?"

Shan Gui said in a weird tone:

"I was frightened when I killed someone for the first time? Sand sculpture."

"That word is not used like this!"

Chen Qiu was amused by the modern words that suddenly appeared in the mountain ghost, but he was not in the mood to correct it.

He wiped the blood and sweat from his face.

Yes, that's sweat!

It's not a weak tears.

He stretched out his hand, took off his left axe from the tree beside him, and then pinned the axe to his waist, touching the man in black with great enthusiasm.

A few taels of broken silver, a black-clothed guard waist card, two daggers, and a few ointments.

That's all.

“There are still many over there.”

The mountain ghost looked at Chen Qiu touching the corpse with great enthusiasm, and he said:

"If you are interested, you can deal with it. Just rest here for an hour. After nightfall, we will continue!"

"Okay, you have the final say."

Chen Qiu put the broken silver into his waist bag, which was lent to him by Qingqing girl. A purse with a duck embroidered by it was wrapped around his belt.

"Bring a crossbow."

Mountain ghost reminds:

"It works for the night, will you use a bow?"

"Uh, no."

Chen Qiu said frankly:

"I don't allow it to be used in my hometown, but in fact, I don't even allow it to be used in my hometown."

"Go and get two pairs."

The mountain ghost sat cross-legged on the stone under the tree and said to Chen Qiu:

"I'll teach you. Also, I did a good job this time... a sand sculpture."

"I said it all, that word is not so useful! Call me Chen Qiu, okay?"

"Okay, sand sculpture."

PS:
Chapter completed!