章 222: The undead (1)

Stepping on the stirrups, the warhorse transferred from the Qingzhou military camp whined and knelt on the ground. Xu Qi 'an flew into the dense forest like a big Bird.

With a flash of the black-gold long knife, a head was cut off. Blood gushed out of the broken neck.

Don't look, don't look ... Xu Qi 'an's mind was filled with the memories of the caravans that had died miserably. He hardened his heart and took the lives of the mountain bandits one by one with his saber.

With his cultivation that was half a step into the spirit-refinement realm, killing these bandits was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. Coupled with the sharpness of the black gold long knife that could cut iron like mud, no one could stop him.

"Chi Chi!"

A scorching saber ray came from behind him. The leaves and branches along the way slid down silently, the cut flat.