I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Mo Han took the lead like an angry lion, and the nine-ring sword brought up gusts of wind as he danced.

Wherever the blade passed, strong wind whistled, causing pain on people's cheeks.

Shen Zhi knew that he could not defeat Mo Han, so he swiftly rolled over and got away from Mo Han.

He picked up the long knife stuck in the ground, killed the minions blocking his way, and ran straight into the dense forest.

"Where are you running to, little bastard!"

Mo Han roared and shot towards Shen Zhi like an arrow.

The Nine-Ring Knife was raised high and slashed towards Shen Zhi with a fierce murderous aura, his bean-sized eyes filled with anger.

Shen Zhi shook his wrist slightly, and several cold rays shot towards Mo Han like meteors.

Mo Han's black hair danced wildly, and he changed from chopping to blocking in mid-air, intercepting all the hidden weapons shot at him.

"Damn it, you dared to break into my grandfather's stronghold alone and killed so many of my people. I can't vent my hatred unless I skin you alive."

Mo Han roared and swung the Nine-Ring Knife in his hand even more violently.

The iron ring collided with the heavy blade with a loud clanging sound, which hurt the eardrums.

Shen Zhi didn't dare to resist and retreated quickly again.

At the same time, he grabbed two slow-reacting minions and stood in front of him.

However, he never expected that Mo Han didn't care about his men at all and swung the Nine-Ring Knife straight down.

Shen Zhi cursed inwardly, stopped abruptly, and the long sword in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light and swept across Mo Han's waist.

Seeing this, Mo Han smiled wickedly and turned the blade again.

After several swings, the force was multiplied several times, and the speed was far greater than the first time the sword was swung.

boom--!

The Nine-Ring Knife smashed heavily against Shen Zhi's long knife, and the air wave formed by the collision between the two raised clouds of dust.

Shen Zhi suddenly flew backwards like a sandbag, blood splattering from his mouth and nose.

"Die, little bastard!"

Mo Han shook the blade lightly to get rid of the blood, then exerted force with his feet and shot towards Shen Zhi like a cannonball.

The attack from Mo Han just now almost drained all his strength. The internal energy in his body was circulating rapidly, injecting strength into his drying body.

Mo Han seemed to see through Yan Xiu's predicament and felt like a cat playing with a mouse.

Every time he attacked, he just happened to exhaust the strength that Shen Zhi had just recovered with great difficulty.

The big knife in his hand fell on Shen Zhi like a dragonfly touching the water. In a moment, blood splattered everywhere, staining his clothes red.

The Nine-Ring Knife, which seemed clumsy and heavy to ordinary people and could only be used to hit people, danced as lightly as a sword in Mo Han's hand.

"You can't judge a person by his appearance, this guy..."

Shen Zhi was thinking while dodging.

At the same time, he exhaled lightly and slowly closed his eyes.

Mo Han sneered at this, pointed the Nine Ring Knife in his hand at Shen Zhi and sneered: "What, are you ready to close your eyes and wait for death?"

In his opinion, Shen Zhi was now at the end of his rope, and he only needed to make a slight move to kill him with his sword.

But this kid killed so many of my men. How can I get rid of the hatred in my heart if I don't torture him?

But what Mo Han didn't know was that Shen Zhi was fighting him entirely with his physical strength.

At this moment, Shen Zhicai finally started to practice the skills that Yan Xiu passed down to him.

His breath gradually became steady and deep, as if an invisible force was quietly surging in his body.

After a few breaths, Shen Zhi slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes in an instant.

"Are you ready to die?"

Mo Han was furious when he heard this. The Nine-Ring Knife in his hand shook and turned into a sharp knife light again to kill Shen Zhi.

The ground beneath Shen Zhi's feet exploded with a loud bang, and the whole person turned into an illusory afterimage, rushing straight towards Mo Han at lightning speed.

At this moment, Mo Han felt that every hair on his body stood up, and a strong sense of death permeated his whole body, making him subconsciously swing his knife.

call--!

The Nine-Ring Knife cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, but a chill surged in Mo Han's heart.

Failed!

Shen Zhi twisted his body in a strange and flexible way to avoid the Nine-Ring Knife and went behind Mo Han.

A pair of eyes flashed like a beast in the dark night, and the long sword in his hand swept across like flowing water.

puff--!

With a muffled sound, a huge head rose into the sky.

A huge amount of blood gushed out from the broken neck, forming a blood column several meters high.

Wisps of blood mist floated in the air and fell on everyone's terrified faces, adding a bit of weirdness and horror to this bloody scene.

Mo Han's headless body shook a few times, then fell straight down.

There was silence for a moment.

"The... the boss is dead!"

Someone shouted, and all the minions fled in all directions.

Shen Zhi shook off the blood on the knife and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, screams began to be heard one after another under the cover of night.

In just a quarter of an hour, the scattered bandits were killed one by one.

Inside Qinglong Village.

Shen Zhi sat on a rock, leaning on his knife.

Behind him stood seven or eight women, some of them sobbing quietly, and some of them crying.

What's worse, some looked at Shen Zhi with uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

At this moment, Shen Zhi's body was covered in blood, as if he had just been fished out of water of blood.

He sat there like a Shura walking out of hell, emitting a murderous aura that made people shudder.

After a long time, Yan Xiu floated down from the sky and landed in front of Shen Zhi.

The group of women thought that the bandits had returned and hid behind Shen Zhi.

"Go wash up."

Yan Xiu looked at Shen Zhi, who was covered in blood, and spoke calmly.

Shen Zhi nodded, turned and went into the house, picked up a bucket of water and started washing.

Yan Xiu put his hands behind his back and came in front of the group of women.

"Now that the bandits in Qinglong Village are all dead, you are free."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a move in the air.

Suddenly, all the gold, silver and jewelry that Mo Han and his men had hidden in the village flew out and landed in front of them.

"Divide these properties among yourselves, and go back home."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn't help crying.

From the moment they were kidnapped and taken to the mountain, they no longer dared to hope to return alive.

Unexpectedly, there is always a way out. Shen Zhi descended from the sky and rescued them.

Immediately, everyone kowtowed and bowed to Yan Xiu, muttering words of gratitude.

After dividing the stolen goods, the women hurried down the mountain in groups.

Behind him, Yan Xiu gently brushed his sleeves.

Suddenly, the group of women's movements paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Yan Xiu had just erased his and Shen Zhi's voices and appearances from everyone's memory.

All I remember is that a masked unknown knight broke into Qinglong Village, killed Mo Han and other bandits, and then rescued them.

When Shen Zhi came out, Qinglong Village had already become deserted.

The belly of the fish was slightly exposed in the azure east, and thick black smoke was emitting from the burned buildings.

A pungent stench lingered in the air, broken limbs were everywhere, blood gathered into puddles, and large areas of land were dyed scarlet.

"how?"

Yan Xiu asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhi lowered his head slightly.

At this moment, he felt that the irritability that had been pent up in his heart for a long time had disappeared without him knowing when.

Even the bottleneck of cultivation has loosened slightly, as if it can be broken through at any time.

Moreover, this was his first time killing someone, and it didn't seem as heavy as he had imagined.

Shen Zhi let out a breath and bowed deeply to Yan Xiu.

"Thank you, Brother Yan."

Seeing him like this, Yan Xiu said nothing more.

"Come on, go home."

Shen Zhi followed closely behind, raising the long sword in his hand high.

"Brother Yan, according to our previous agreement, this knife belongs to me!"