The blood was very hot, and it melted a piece of snow when it fell to the ground, and the smell of blood was very strong, and the important thing was that the two heads were buried in the snow and were a little frightened, and a little surprise was faintly visible on those two faces, which never dissipated.

The headless body was still sitting in the chair, and the old lady was wrinkled with a glass of water in her hand, which was steaming hot.

It's a scary thing.

There was silence all around.

Silent.

The singing woman stood on the stage and looked at him blankly.

The people who were close to him were watching him.

Then a little child saw the scene before him, and saw that the aunt who had been teasing him this morning died on the ground, and could not help but be very frightened, and began to cry.

Crying loudly.

Then more than 100 desolate people came over.

Li Xiu's stomach is very hungry, and he rarely closes his eyes these days.

I ate six cakes in a row, then picked up the kettle on the table and took a big sip.

This is the happiest thing in this ice and snow.

He felt like he was alive again.

"Who are you? You dare to commit murder for no reason, what a bold man, aren't you afraid of sacrificing to the lord to punish the crime?"

The crowd parted, and a bald old man walked out from behind, with two snow-white eyebrows, drooping down the sides of his cheeks, and he looked at Li Xiu and shouted angrily.

The number of desolate people is very small compared to the Tang Dynasty, so it is strictly forbidden to fight each other unless necessary, which is a rule set by the high priest.

"You're the village chief?"

Li Xiu got up from his chair and asked with a full hiccup.

"Exactly. ”

The old man nodded and replied.

The old man and the woman stepped back with their children in their arms, and dozens of men came from all sides and surrounded him in the center, staring at him.

"Tang Guo Li Xiu. ”

Li Xiu bowed to him and spoke.

There was silence all around, so his voice reached far and wide, to everyone's ears.

The village chief was startled, and then took two steps back, his pale old face full of surprise.

The dozens of people around couldn't help but let out an exclamation, although this is not the hinterland of the snowfield, but there is still some distance from Tang Guo, how did he come here?

Then there was disgust and hatred in their eyes, which lasted for a moment and then showed disdain and excitement.

The absurd people's feelings for Datang are complicated.

The two have been hostile to this day, and countless battles have broken out over the past 300 years, and many people have died on each other.

The strength of the Tang people makes them fearful, and at the same time makes them hate.

This is a feud.

The woman on the stage was shocked, looked at Li Xiu blankly, and then sat down on the stage with tears in her eyes.

It was snow and Tsing Yi.

That's a foreign country.

"This is the first time I've seen a desolate man. ”

Li Xiu didn't care about those vicious eyes, but looked at these people curiously, and said lightly.

The old man's face was always gloomy, and after hearing this, he said directly: "This is also the last time you will see you." ”

Dozens of desolate warriors took a few steps forward.

Li Xiu shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't think so." ”

The two corpses were still bleeding outward, and the old man couldn't bear it, waved his hand, and then two people came out of the crowd and moved the corpses from their chairs and carried them to a distance and put them down.

Li Xiu did not stop him, and let the people come to remove the body.

He said to the white-eyed old man: "Anyway, you will all die in a while, why bother if the corpse is placed here or there right now?"

This is very insolent.

Li Xiu pointed diagonally at the ground with the sword in his right hand, his face always slightly raised, high up.

As a Tang person, he was born proud.

Most of the people in this village were ordinary people, only the dozens of people around them were monks, and only six or seven of them set foot on the promise.

The strongest cultivator is the old man in front of him, who is at the pinnacle of promise.

This should be a very small village among the desolate people.

"The Tang people's faces are always so disgusting. ”

The old man's face sank, he had lived for so many years, he had also been on the battlefield when he was young, stepped on the Xiaonan Bridge, and killed a lot of Tang people, but it was the first time he had seen such an arrogant junior.

"I'm not a person who talks too much nonsense, but today I have a lot of work to do, and there are a lot of people to kill, so it's inevitable to nag a little. ”

Li Xiu looked around at the dozens of people, and then put his gaze on the women and children not far away.

The smile on his face vanished, and he was a little silent.

"There is never a lack of retribution in this world, and the Wuliang Temple talks about cause and effect, which is very vulgar. ”

Li Xiu looked at the ground, was silent for a while, and continued: "But it's not bad. ”

He raised his head and looked at the old man's eyes, and said seriously: "And it makes sense, everything in this world has a reason and a consequence, the desolate people want to stay away from the snow field and surrender to the Tang Dynasty, but you have chosen killing and war, and have committed three hundred years of my border." ”

"It's a sin, and it's to be paid. ”

When the words fell, Li Xiu's eyes became very bright, and his eyes were also very serious.

Then the long sword in his hand flew out, passed through the old man's throat and returned to his hand, Li Xiu did not stop, nor did he give the rest of the people time to react, the moment he held the hilt of the sword again, his body swept out and rushed into the crowd.

One against one hundred is not a difficult task for a monk.

Especially the other party's cultivation is under himself.

Moreover, the talent of these desolate people is not high, and their combat effectiveness is not high.

Tiger into the flock does not seem to be able to describe this battle.

Every time Li Xiu's sword was raised, it took a life.

The unity of the desolate people does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

When the scene of corpses everywhere and blood melting snow appeared in front of them, the legs of these people were already shaking violently.

But Li Xiu didn't even blink his eyelids, just raised his sword and fell with his hand.

Until these dozens of desolate people are dead, and the corpses are all over the place, as he said before, they are all corpses anyway, what does it have to do with being placed here and there?

The snow in the snowfield is also snow, and naturally it will not be whiter than that of Datang.

But it's colder than Datang's.

Especially when the wind is blowing, it is even colder.

Li Xiu tightened the green shirt on his body, moved his somewhat cool fingertips, and then put his eyes on those women and children.

They didn't run, they had fought with Datang for so many years, and even if they were just women among the desolate people, they knew that ordinary people would never be able to escape under the hands of monks.

Li Xiu's gaze was a little complicated.

The cries of the children kept ringing, and the women held the children in their arms.

The old man stood at the front, protecting the child behind him with open arms, his eyes staring at him with a mixture of despair and anger.

Li Xiu lowered his head and thought about it, and then remembered Fan Wujian, who fought to the death in Xuzhou City without taking a step back and finally died of exhaustion.

I think of many dead border soldiers.

There are also the people of the Tang Kingdom who were captured and died miserably.

Those people are miserable.

Li Xiu had no right to spare any of the enemy.

This is national hatred.

National hatred will never be reconciled, because no one is qualified to choose to expose those dead soldiers and people.

So Li Xiu raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were still complicated.

But determined.