Wang Yue and the others, who went north to look for Zhang Ning, didn't know that Nan Ye was looking forward to them. In order not to attract people's attention, Wang Yue only brought three people, Shi A, Zhang Baiqi, and Sima Ju, leaving Guan Hai and Pei Yuanshao to guard Chang'an and Luoyang.

In order to speed up, the four people each rode three fast horses, went north from Luoyang, and changed horses. The advantage of having few people is that it is not easy to attract the attention of the bandits, and the disadvantage is that there will be many small thieves who will fight their ideas. Even a few or a dozen people dared to come out and rob them.

In the face of these many bandits, Wang Yue went all the way to kill all the way. While killing, he sighed that he was really angry. When he traveled around the states and fought all over the world, where would any bandit dare to rob him? He doesn't rob others, it's a haode.

Shi A 99's force value is only one line behind Wang Yue, but if he is so experienced, he is 108,000 miles behind Wang Yue. He hadn't killed so many people since he left school. Carrying a Longyuan sword that kept dripping blood, Shi A felt that he had been a little softer in killing people. But looking at Master Wang Yue again, the speed of the sword is still like thunder and lightning, and often the thief has no time to react, and his throat has been pierced by the tip of the sword.

Wang Yue's swordsmanship had reached the point of perfection, and he could see at a glance the hesitation of Shi A when he swung his sword. But he didn't say anything, just let a few thieves go every time and leave them for his apprentices to kill. Because he knew that his apprentice was good at everything, and his swordsmanship had already reached the peak, he was still a little short of a trace of fire, that is, the experience of his state of mind.

As a swordsmanship master, Wang Yue knew that practicing the mind did not necessarily have to kill people, but killing people was the most important way to practice the heart. Facing the battlefield of life and death is a cultivation ground for seeing through life and death. Between life and death, all the choices in the world have become so simple, either you die or I die. In this trial of life and death, the only thing you can believe in is the sword in your hand, and the only thing you can rely on is the martial arts that you have practiced hard all year round.

Every time he saw Shi A, Wang Yue remembered himself when he was young. "At the age of 18, a horse entered Helan Mountain, and he returned with the head of the leader of the Qiang tribe, and no one dared to be its leader." This sentence is what the world said about how he was young. But who can imagine how much danger is contained in this sentence?

At that time, Wang Yue's swordsmanship had just been completed, and his master gave him a task to kill the leader of the Qiang tribe who was the cause of the disaster, and retrieve his head to calculate the master. The young Wang Yue was arrogant, and felt that his swordsmanship was unparalleled in the world, so he entered Helan Mountain alone. It wasn't until he entered the Qiang territory that he realized how difficult this task was. The enemy he had to face was not just a Qiang leader, but thousands of Qiang warriors.

Even in the face of an enemy a thousand times larger than himself, Wang Yue did not flinch. He has the confidence to kill all the enemies and complete his mission. He killed from day to night, and from night to day, and his whole body was stained with the blood of foreign races, but he did not hesitate at all. He told himself in his heart that these alien races were all heinous people who plundered the Central Plains, and they deserved to die under their own swords.

But when Wang Yue killed countless Qiang warriors and approached the leader of the Qiang tribe, he hesitated. Because the old and young women and children of the Qiang tribe all gathered together, took up arms, and defended their leader. Wang Yue saw anger in the eyes of these women, the elderly, and the children. The Qiang warriors he killed just now may be their husbands, their sons, and their fathers.

Wang Yue did not hesitate in the slightest when he killed those brave and fearless Qiang warriors, but at this time he hesitated in the face of the relatives of these Qiang warriors. Because he didn't know if he had done something wrong, in his eyes, the leader of the Qiang tribe who plundered the Central Plains was the protector of these women and children, and the one who could lead them to survive. He didn't know if he should kill the Qiang leader.

The leader of the Qiang tribe seemed to see Wang Yue's heart shaken, and he shouted, ordering all the clansmen to rush towards Wang Yue. When a teenage and a half-year-old child stabbed Wang Yue with a wooden gun. The king moved, he cut off the wooden spear, and then cut off the young man's head.

In the midst of the blood splashes, Wang Yue came to his senses. To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. If he didn't kill this Qiang leader at this time, then he would invade the Central Plains in the future and kill countless innocent people. And this dead teenager is his accomplice in the future evil.

There is no right or wrong on the battlefield, only you live or die. And the true meaning of swordsmanship is not to strengthen the body and delight the soul, nor is it to win a competition or grandstand, but to kill the enemy and let yourself survive.

No one knew that when the 18-year-old Wang Yue retrieved the head of the Qiang chieftain, it was not that no one dared to be his leader, but that no one was his leader, and all those who stood in his way died under his sword. Wang Yue's swordsmanship has since been a success.

Wang Yue treated Shi A as his own flesh and blood, and naturally knew that Shi A's swordsmanship had been practiced to the extreme, and the only thing he could do was to have an epiphany of swordsmanship. So he intended to train Shi Ah this time, hoping that he could comprehend his own kendo.

Shi A also knew Wang Yue, and he soon found that every time the master encountered a thief, he deliberately let a few of them go for him to deal with. For a while, he couldn't think of his master's intentions, but he couldn't watch the bandits' weapons beckon to him, so he had to deal with the enemy in front of him first.

The bandits killed wave after wave, and Shi Ah felt more and more that these scrawny people, armed with hoes and wooden sticks, and shot in an orderly manner, were not like bandits, but like a group of refugees hiding in the mountains. His hands began to tremble slightly, and with him his heart. He began to wonder if these people should be killed.

Zhang Baiqi and Sima Ju, who were born in the Yellow Turban Army, did not have Shi A's problem. Both of them have been in battle for a long time and have seen too much life and death. To say that what the two of them lack is martial arts, not mentality. But to deal with these thieves, the martial arts of the two of them are more than enough.

Zhang Baiqi was a little absent-minded along the way, as if he was recalling some past events, and from time to time he would have a smile on his face. Sometimes smiling, sometimes smirking, making Sima Ju next to him creepy.

Sima Juzhen hoped that Wang Yue and Shi A, the two killing gods, would also let go of a few thieves to find something to do for Zhang Baiqi, and he had been sitting on his horse and looking at the front with a sneer.

When he first found Zhang Baiqi laughing, Sima Ju thought he had seen something funny, but when he looked at Zhang Baiqi's gaze, he saw that Wang Yue was cutting off half of the thief's head with the Longyuan Sword in his hand.

Because the sword was too sharp, the thief who lost his head did not fall for a while, and Sima Ju saw a thief standing there with only his mouth and nostrils left, his brain and blood filling the only half of the cranial cavity, like a bowl of red and white tofu brain. Sima Ju almost vomited out of his disgust.

Sima Ju scolded Zhang Baiqi's ancestors and eight generations in his heart, feeling that this Zhang Baiqi was simply not a human, but a demon, and he even smiled when he saw such a terrifying scene. But after a long time, Sima Ju found that Zhang Baiqi was completely distracted. Now he was even more angry, even if there were two killing gods in front of him, Wang Yue and Shi A blocking the bandits, except for watching the horses, it was true that the two of them had nothing to do, but at this time, after all, they were fighting, can't you Zhang Baiqi be a little nervous? Even if the idle egg hurts, don't giggle and scare people, okay?

Just when Sima Ju was holding his breath and wanted to find something to do for Zhang Baiqi, a bandit really broke through Shi A's defense and rushed over.

It turned out that this thief saw that Wang Yue and Shi A were strong in martial arts, and thought that the two swordsmen were hired by Zhang Baiqi and Sima Ju, so they wanted to capture the thief first. Taking advantage of Shi A's hesitation in his heart and the slowing down of his hand, he broke through the defense line, planning to seize Zhang Baiqi and Sima Ju as bargaining chips to blackmail Wang Yue and Shi A to surrender.

Sima Ju was overjoyed when he saw the bandits coming, and shouted loudly: "White ride! There's a thief coming, why don't you do it quickly? ”

Zhang Baiqi, who fell into memory, was suddenly awakened by Sima Juyi's throat, and he didn't seem to understand the situation in front of him and said in a panic: "What thief? Don't hurt Ning'er! ”

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