Chang Sihao galloped in this vast desert, looking for his home. He had been away from home for more than a year, and there were no obvious signs in the desert, making it difficult to discern the path. Fortunately, he roughly remembered the direction he came from, so he didn't go too far.

Just biased.

The war horse under the crotch originally belonged to the Fan soldiers. The Fan people were good at herding, trained well, and those who supplied the army were of high quality. Therefore, compared with the Ming army, their war horses were not only faster, but also had better endurance. This horse has experienced dawn and night battles.

, until I reached the middle of the sky today, although there was no rest on the way, I kept on working hard.

Chang Sihao crouched on the horse's back, his tired body relaxed a lot, the pain from the wound became more and more intense, his stomach growled, his mouth and tongue were dry, his breath was hot, his breath was windy sand, and his lungs were burning as if they had been blown into the horse.

quicklime.

Due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness was no longer very clear. He was just vigilant, knowing that if he fainted, there might be no hope of survival, so he gritted his teeth to support himself, set the direction, and let the horse gallop forward.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was the sound of gold and iron hitting Chang Sihao's eardrums, which shocked him!

In his confusion, he thought he was back at the killing ground last night. The body lying on the horse suddenly straightened up, and with a "clang" sound, the long sword was unsheathed! The reins were then tightened, the war horse retracted its hooves, and roared.

Trumpet, the iron hooves stepped on, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Looking intently, I saw hundreds of corpses lying in front of me, and there were injured people lying on their backs, all with their limbs broken and their legs broken. There were still more than thirty people fighting in a group, their faces covered with dust and their bodies covered with dust.

Blood splattered. Although these people had murderous intent on their faces and gnashed their teeth, most of them were unable to make any move. It was obvious that they had been fighting for a long time and were exhausted.

Chang Sihao had no interest in those who fought with weapons. When he was hungry and thirsty, he was very happy when he saw the corpses on the ground. He jumped off the horse in a hurry, picked up one of them, and cut off the head with a knife, regardless of what it looked like.

He sat on the corpse, held his neck in his arms, and drank the blood in large gulps.

Everyone fighting there, seeing such a scene, was so frightened that they gasped and felt chills in their stomachs. They didn't remember the fight, so they all stopped and stood there, staring at Chang Sihao in a daze. The injured person was lying in the pile of corpses.

, was even more frightened to the point of peeing. He ignored the pain and forgot about sex. He tried his best to crawl backwards dragging his stump and broken arm, for fear of giving Chang Sihao something fresh.

The man had just died, and his blood was still warm. Chang Sihao swallowed a few big mouthfuls, and felt warmth in his ribs, and his mind became clearer. Suddenly, he felt that his ears were quiet, and the sound of fighting disappeared, so he raised his head and looked around.

This group of people were originally big killers in the world. They had lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife for many years. This was the only time in their lives that they saw Chang Sihao drinking blood from a corpse. They were stunned for a moment. They were stunned when they saw him looking up.

He was startled, and couldn't help but retreat in a panic. Some of them touched and stepped on the enemy who had been fighting fiercely just now. He was frightened again and slashed with his sword a few times. He had no intention of fighting anymore. He retreated and turned to the left.

One right, forming two camps.

Among the people in blue shirts on the left, an old man regained his senses the quickest. He took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Side by shoulder, which line are you on? Do you want to drink from this bowl of water too?" This man only thought of Chang Si.

Which gang member is Hao? What he speaks is slang, which means friend, which territory are you from? Do you also want a share of the pie? When he spoke, the people behind him clenched their swords, slowly moved their positions, and prepared for defense.

Prepare.

How could Chang Sihao know this? He just heard the old man say, "I want to drink from this bowl of water now." He thought he had water to drink. If there was clear water, it would be ten thousand times better than drinking the blood of corpses. He was overjoyed and shouted

He said, "Is there water here? Where is the water? Where is the water?" He raised his eyes and looked around the old man.

The old man in blue shirt was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said back: "Bring the water bag."

The warriors under his command gathered together to search. One of them respectfully offered the sheepskin water bag. The old man took it and threw it to Chang Sihao: "Friend, continue."

Chang Sihao took it in his hand, pulled out the plug, and felt a cool breath flowing straight into his nostrils.

Water, water! This is water! Really water! Tears overflowed from Chang Sihao's eyes. He was so excited that he could hardly hold back. He opened his mouth wide, raised his head and drank.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the old man in blue shirt. The warriors behind him had already breathed a sigh of relief, because as a man in the world, he acted cautiously and had deep thoughts. He never understood the situation of the other party and drank the water immediately after receiving it.

If it was poisoned, wouldn't this life have been wasted in vain? Obviously, the bloody and disheveled boy in front of him was nothing more than a fool.

Now that he could see it clearly, his wariness was reduced by half. A man with a yellow beard behind him suddenly cursed: "Grandma's! What this kid just drank was Brother Peng's blood!"

On the side of the corpse at Chang Sihao's feet was the head that he had chopped off with a single knife. On the broad forehead, there was a short beard. Although there was a lot of blood on the face, the appearance could still be seen clearly. There was a commotion in the blue-shirted team.

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"Brother Peng and Liu Si, the stubborn Changqing Gang, fought to the death. They walked heroically and then died. But after death, this guy cut off his head and divided his body into two parts. It is really unreasonable!"

"What's going on with a little bastard drinking Brother Peng's blood? We people in Tianying Village have never been so cowardly!"

"Kill him! Give Brother Peng an explanation!"

Although everyone shouted fiercely, their eyes were fixed on the old man in blue shirt and the people from the Evergreen Gang opposite, and they did not dare to act rashly. The members of the Evergreen Gang were all armed with weapons and were very vigilant. They could not figure out whether this was an accident or a sky eagle.

Zhai's conspiracy. He just held down his position and waited to see what would happen. The atmosphere became tense for a while.

The man in yellow shirt in Tianying Village raised his eyebrows, separated from the crowd, and ran towards Chang Sihao.

The old man in blue shirt looked gloomy: "Qitai!"

The man in the yellow shirt waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me!" As he spoke, he lowered his body, touched the ground with his toes, and shot away. He shot his right hand in the air towards Chang Sihao's head!

His palm used 100% of his strength, and it was clear that he wanted to kill him immediately.

Chang Sihao saw that his incoming force and movement were much faster than the soldiers fighting in the city. Before the palm arrived, the wind arrived first. When he looked up, his short eyelashes were twisting and turning under the pressure of the palm wind. He was shocked.

Suddenly, the long sword was lifted up, and a sword flower flew out. Then it suddenly grew larger in the middle, like a tornado, and it covered Qi Tai's attacking palm!

Qi Tai was in the air, and when he saw the light of the sword shining like water, like moonlight entering his eyes, the horror in his heart was unparalleled. However, being in the air, it was impossible to hold back, so he had to turn his palms into claws, trying to grab the blade with his bare hands, but he heard

There was a rustle of wind, and there was a cool feeling on the fingertips. Thinking that he had succeeded, he put his feet on the ground and sneered at the corner of his mouth. When he looked at it intently, he couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out that the right hand was gone, leaving only the bare and white wrist bones. When I looked again, the skinless finger bones were scattered everywhere.

"Ah...how, how is it possible!" Qi Tai held his forearm and staggered back. He stumbled on a dead body and fell down.

"What a fast knife!"

Everyone was in mourning!

When it comes to martial arts, Qi Tai was originally from the Fang family, but seeing that Chang Sihao was just a young boy, and ignorant, he thought he had a chance to capture him, so he struck without leaving any room, and ended up suffering a big loss.

At this moment, the direction of the weapons in the hands of both sides turned towards Chang Sihao. It was obvious that the young man's weight had been re-evaluated in everyone's minds.

Some people from Tianying Village had already rushed forward and carried Qi Tai back to the main formation. Qi Tai looked at his wrist bones as smooth as jade and still didn't feel any pain. He opened his mouth in shock and doubt.

The members of the Changqing Gang were surprised when they saw this scene, and secretly laughed, looking at the excitement in Tianying Village.

Chang Sihao's successful attack was an instinctive reaction. He just used the skills of picking corpses in the army casually. Seeing Qi Tai suffer such a big injury, he felt very guilty, but thinking about how cruel this man was to him just now, he showed no mercy.

, there was a bit of resentment in my heart, and the words of apology came to my lips, but I couldn't say them out. I didn't know how to return the water bag in my hand for a while.

The old man in blue shirt had a serious expression on his face: "My friend, it turns out that the beauty is hidden deep inside. Little old man Gu Zhengjian made a mistake this time." While speaking, his eyes were fixed on Chang Sihao. Seeing that he had no reaction, he paused and continued: "

Is it unknown whether Tianying Village and its friends have any old grudges?"

Chang Sihao: "No."

"Has my dead brother Peng ever done anything harmful to his friends?"

Chang Sihao lowered his head: "I have never seen him before."

Gu Zhengjian sighed: "Friend, it's your fault. Whether the friend is a member of the Jianghu or not, let's put it aside. This time, it was our village's third oldest Qitai who made the first move. It is understandable that his friend hurt him in self-defense, but the matter is

If there is an effect, there must be a cause. Just now, my friend came to the killing ground, killed corpses and drank the blood. The corpse he killed was Peng Zhengyang, the leader of the second village of Tianying Village. Even though a person has died, his dignity is still there. What's more, the death of others is a great thing.

, all grudges are gone, the rules in the world of rivers and lakes are to kill without giving a heads up, brothers Qi took action suddenly out of anger."

Gu Zhengjian's expression was calm and his tone was slow, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him. While the people from the Changqing Gang secretly admired this old man for his strength, they couldn't help but laugh secretly when they thought that he was so polite to this young man and seemed to be afraid of him.

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Gu Zhengjian's face was cold: "Brother Peng had no grudges against his friends, but his head was beheaded and his body was not preserved after death. It is too unjust. Brother Peng's body was humiliated, and Tianying Village lost face. It is absolutely impossible to ignore this matter.

." He paused and actually showed a smile: "However, the little old man is willing to believe that this is a misunderstanding." The warriors behind him looked stunned and looked at each other, not knowing what he meant.

Chang Sihao hurriedly replied: "Yes, I am really hungry and thirsty..." As soon as he said this, he felt very ridiculous: No matter how hungry and thirsty he is, how can he pull the corpse and drink the blood?

He had long been accustomed to eating human flesh and drinking human blood in the army. Now when he met this group of people, he suddenly realized that he was the real alien, and it was difficult to adapt to them for a while.

However, Gu Zhengjian didn't mind and said: "Since there is a misunderstanding, it will be useless for both parties to start a war. I have a solution that has the best of both worlds. I wonder if my friend would like to hear it."

Chang Sihao saw that he was gentle and had the air of an elder. He thought that the method he said must be appropriate. He immediately said: "You are a tolerant elder. Chang Sihao will listen to you."

"Okay!" Gu Zhengjian said loudly: "Brother Peng had an sworn feud with the Changqing Gang, and he died under their swords today. If my friend can help me wipe them all out in one fell swoop, it would be worthy of Brother Peng's spirit in the sky and kill the corpse.
Chapter completed!