C7 Forest Killing

Gradually, the sky darkened.

Zhao Wuxian looked at his surroundings and calculated. There was still a thousand miles to go before they could leave this desolate jungle.

Furthermore, the forest was deep, so he had no idea what unknown dangers were lurking within. Right now, the sky was gradually darkening. It was best to find a secluded place to rest for the night!

After finding a place to stay out of the wind, Zhao Wuxian lit a bonfire and sat down to meditate.

All sorts of experiences from his past life began to surface in his mind.

Zhao Wuxian cleared his mind and rested quietly.

But just at that time, a series of soft sizzling sounds entered his ears.

Zhao Wuxian frowned and immediately left his meditative state.

He stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. In the dark and gloomy forest, there seemed to be sparks of fire flickering about.

"Something's wrong!"

Instinctively, Zhao Wuxian hid his body and headed in that direction.

The sky was now completely dark, especially in this desolate forest where one could not see their own fingers in front of them.

If Zhao Wuxian wasn't weak, it would be difficult for him to take even a single step!

As they got closer, the sound became increasingly clear.

He frowned and walked over quietly.

In the depths of the forest, there were more than 20 youths surrounding an old man.

The old man wore an ordinary long robe. His head was full of silver hair, and he appeared to be in high spirits. Although he looked thin, and he was surrounded by so many people. However, the expression on his face was very calm.

On the surface, there actually wasn't a single trace of fear.

One of the young men was holding a shining long sword.

An ominous glint flashed in his eyes, and he said fiercely, "Old thing, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your treasures! Otherwise, be careful not to spill blood all over your body! "

The other youths also echoed, "That's right, you're so old, we don't want to make things difficult for you!"

"Young man, it's better to take the chance to turn back as soon as possible. In front of us is a bottomless abyss.

However, the elder could only helplessly shake his head with his hands behind his back.

"Treading on horses, there's no need for you to teach us a lesson here!" The leader of the group spat, looking very unhappy, "It looks like you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"

He steeled his heart, warmed his mind, and fiercely hacked down with the saber in his hand, which glinted with a threatening cold light.

"Chi!"

With a white stroke, the saber flashed.

However, the blade did not hit the old man. Instead, it was intercepted by someone.

It was Zhao Wuxian!

"You, who are you …"

The youth also realized that something was wrong.

He quickly noticed Zhao Wuxian, who suddenly appeared and locked his wrist.

When he pulled back his hand, he found that Zhao Wuxian's strength was surprisingly great.

"Hurry up and get out of the way, or I won't be polite with you!"

The young man roared.

"How laughable! If you have the ability, then come at me together! I would like to see who exactly is being rude to who! " Zhao Wuxian remained calm and revealed a contemptuous smile.

Arrogant!

An indescribable rage arose from the bottom of his heart.

The youth flew into a rage out of embarrassment. "You brought this upon yourself!"

After he finished speaking, he actually sent a flying kick towards Zhao Wuxian's lower abdomen.

Judging from the way he attacked, his cultivation was not weak at all. But unfortunately, the person he was facing was Zhao Wuxian!

Zhao Wuxian's eyes were sharp and he easily dodged the attack by turning to the side.

He then waved his hand and scolded softly, "Go!"

With a bang, the youth was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.

He was thrown more than ten zhang away, only falling down when he hit the tree trunk.

"Ah!

The youth spat out a mouthful of blood, and his miserable cry broke the silence of the forest, startling countless birds.

Although it was only a single strike, it was already difficult for him to get up.

As the youth fell to the ground, the ominous glint in his eyes became increasingly fierce. He raised his head and glared at Zhao Wuxian, as if he wanted to tear him into a thousand pieces!

"Wh-what are you all still doing here?" Kill for me, kill for me! "

He roared, his voice hoarse.

After hearing this, everyone around him seemed to have awoken from a dream.

They all drew their weapons and charged at Zhao Wuxian.

The old man was slightly startled when he saw this.

He probed, "Young man, do you need help?"

Zhao Wuxian took a step forward, "Old man, you better watch it from the side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura rose.

Zhao Wuxian really did not put these types of people in his eyes.

Seeing the opponent's attack, he arrived in front of Zhao Wuxian.

Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered like a ghost, rushing back and forth amidst the crowd of enemies.

Everywhere he went, screams rose one after another.

The group of young men could not see Zhao Wuxian's actions clearly, they could only feel a strong force attacking them.

In the next second, all of them fell to the ground on their backs.

Zhao Wuxian's power was indeed strong.

Moreover, it was far more powerful than these people.

In a few short moments, everyone was defeated. One by one, they fell to the ground and sighed.

Zhao Wuxian, on the other hand, slowly walked to the front of the leading youth.

At this moment, this person looked at Zhao Wuxian as if he was looking at a monster.

His pupils constricted and even his voice trembled. "You, you …"

However, after a long time, you still couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Wuxian raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "What about you? Let's go to the Road to River Styx first!"

He struck out with a single move, but didn't kill it.

A ray of light flashed and Zhao Wuxian's attack was pushed to the side.

"Did you get my permission to kill my people?"

A gloomy voice sounded, as if it was a ghost that had come from hell.

When the old man heard this, he actually took a step back. "It's the Battle-Maniac of the Black Wind Stronghold!"

Zhan Tian Kuang?

Zhao Wuxian searched through his memory for this person and soon found the right image.

This person was the leader of a Black Wind Stronghold not far from the Wangtian City. He was also a cultivator, and his strength was extraordinary. However, he didn't concentrate on his cultivation, and instead started to do business as a bandit and bandit.

By relying on a divine ability, this person was actually able to make a name for himself.

His figure could often be seen on the main road of Wangtian City to other enemies.

However, in his previous life, Zhao Wuxian didn't have any contact with this person.

Who would have thought that he would bump into her today!

"Grandfather, we're here!"

At this moment, another delicate shout rang out.

Turning around to look, he saw a few silhouettes flying over from afar.

The leader was a young girl in the prime of her youth. She wore white clothes with a sword, like a fairy Ling Chen.

He landed gently in front of the old man. With the Longsword in his hand, his valiant posture was fully displayed!